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Backbone Gaming Guide and Manifest
For the TTRPG nerds in da house (and curious onlookers)
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The Problem of Plot
Plot is a useful tool but it’s also a pain the ass, I say. You say whatever you think, or you’re just listening. Whichever. Yeah, I go, my issue is that if I really get into a story and like the characters, like the setting, it gets hard
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Christmastime In the Library
There aren’t really any Christians in the 32nd Century, but the 21st is positively teeming with them. I’ve had a hard time getting my head around the philosophy of the religion. It seems quite bizarre and contradictory. Many religions are, so that’s not unique to it, though
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Happy Holidays!
Hey babes, Just taking a second to express my heartfelt gratitude for your readership, friendship, and support. It does mean a lot, and this is the season for saying so. At least, I think it is. I’m not Christian, but I know a lot of you probably are. Also,
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Garbled
I’m looking through papers on a writing desk. I have my reading glasses on and am wearing flowy wide legged pants, a tank top, and a cashmere cardigan. My face is scrunched up from concentration so it’s possible I look more masculine to you. You are wearing whatever
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TVS
Welcome to the show, this kudzu literary project of mine. Let me walk you through it. First off, I’m Teresa Van Santana. You can call me T or Tracy, depending on how well you know me. I am, among other things, a writer and a secretist. What’s a
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Vampires Come at Night
And other phantasma, courtesy of dreams #16 & 17
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The Hidden Shrine
We walk around Camp O-Bag, and I show you the sights. I’m a natural at orienteering, so you don’t have to worry about getting lost. We’ll be fine. In fact, if you’ve read Everything Fails, you know this place already. It’s where I hid out
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He Doesn’t Get to Have a Chapter Named After Him
Ashe Stickygum. I’m leading with his name in the body so you know who I’m going on about, but I am absolutely not fucking naming a chapter after this cockstain. I will also be saying his name as little as possible, so stay by my side, babe. Don’
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You Can Never Go Back, But Neither Can You Leave—Part 9
One day, Emory was in the bath. Melanee had a sweet bathroom setup, Emory thought. There was a television mounted to the wall so that you could watch easily from the clawfoot soaker tub. The room wasn’t very large, but the back wall was all windows, so lots of
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A Haze
We were in the side yard, the one next to the neighbors I didn’t know at all. Never got to know them. Ever. We were there, in the side yard, playing with guns. You don’t remember it. I remember. I’m made to remember. I can remember being
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Soaked Through
Some days, I can’t keep up with the architecture of the book. I’m sorry. I know that’s kind of the whole point of the book and all. But today is one of those days, and I fear there may be many more to follow. Dad isn’t