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Sitting in a pre-fab living room, cold light rendering the wooden walls anaemic, he lifts the empty glass to his lips. The ground begins to move. Dust rises, smudging the crisp blue light in a haze. His dogs bark outside as the chain fence rattles in the rising wind. Muffled shouts and screams compete for…
Gary Gygax passed away on Wednesday. I never did that much D&D to be fair, but if it hadn’t been for the stream of pen & paper Roleplaying games that his work inspired, and which I played the shit of (MERP, Call of Cthulhu, Runequest, Cyberpunk, Star Wars, Traveller and Games Workshop stuff, as well…
The people from the hills inhabit the range of blue crags lying at the north, no-one knows very well what they get up to in such inhospitable places of surfaces polished into mirrors by shards of merciless ice which reflect fierce the portentous glare of the sun blinding those foolish enough to stare into them…