Greetings from the edge,
I worked on the game for most of today, and I think I might finally take the plunge and publish Lore. The problem is, I don’t have the faintest idea where to start. I’ll probably finish Valtheraine first and work outward from there. Maybe write a few short stories set in the world as well. That feels like the next big project once the site is finally where I want it.
I’m still working my way through Curse of Strahd. I think it might be a while before I run it, mostly because I desperately need new glasses.
Lately, I’ve been messing around with haikus. I love liminal spaces and find them deeply unsettling. There’s something about the “behind the scenes” feel of them. I remember in one of the Max Payne games, there was a line while he was wandering through a funhouse dedicated to a dead television show. He said he was “behind the backdrops, keeping warm.”
That line stuck with me because it feels wrong. It isn’t warm there, behind the backdrops. It’s never warm in those forgotten spaces.
I didn’t always feel that way. There was a time when I practically lived in liminal spaces. Back when I was a chef, about thirty years ago, I made them my home. Sneaking cigarettes and listening to Meat Loaf singing Midnight at the Lost and Found in the service corridors of hotels, those strange back passages guests are never meant to see.
Anyway, here are my awful poems:
Midnight bus station
Fluorescent ghosts overhead
Waiting for someone
Vacant hallway hums
Plastic seats watch patiently
Waiting for someone
The light never blinks
Carpet holds forgotten steps
For those that move on
It’s game night tonight, and I have a bug-themed dungeon waiting for my players, complete with traps and a charismatic final boss based on one of David Bowie’s many personas.
Should be a good one.
See you in the margins,
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