Spoiler for Log 1329 - Nephew, Axl, Kage, and More Crawl Fragments:
Created Tuesday 18 December 2018
Scrap Group 1
Playing Dungeon Crawl again.
Talking to my nephew.
Watching gameplay footage of Street Fighter V. This included footage Evil Ryu (aka Kage without those ridiculous devil horns and tusks).
Something about Axl in Guilty Gear.
Various other Crawl fragments. I was doing runs through the Hells.
Spoiler for Log 1330 - Live Action DnD, DV Chat, Jenga Hut, Bears in the Woods, and Slavic Offal Scraps:
Created Wednesday 19 December 2018
Scrap Group 1
In a live-action D&D world with my bro and various unknown (and likely fictional) acquaintances. We were tasked with scouting out lands outside of a kingdom. During one expedition, the casters (which included me) ran out of spells early. MY brother thought we'd get most of it all back on a short rest, but I pointed out that wasn't the case.
In the DV chat. There was a new unnofficial channel run by Exsolutus, basically just #Senseless Banter with even less rules. About a third the members chatted here regularly, Madmonkey among them.
In a condominium complex during daytime. I pass through a courtyard, where I spotted a hut built entirely by piles of Jenga-like blocks. For whatever reason, I tried squeezing behind it, but couldn't. A lady passing by cautioned I might accidentally topple the hut by doing that, so I stopped. The structure did get misaligned a bit. In my efforts to correct it, I unwittingly brought the whole thing down. I rewound time to keep this from happening. Instead, I'd gone back to a point where it wasn't even built in the first place.
In a temperate forest with my newphew. A park ranger takes us to see a family of bears. A mother bear was giving birth. Josiah was chosen to help. The babies were delivered at ridiculous speeds, not to mention that they appeared too large and in too great of a litter size for such animals. Anyway, my nephew gave one of the cubs a donut he had in hand. The cub snatched it away and trotted off, leaving some other... uh, baked goods behind along the way.
Visiting rural Slavic lands. A tour guide talked of a local delicacy: cooked animal placenta. He ate some, and offered me a bit, but I declined. Later, he partook in perverted, nasty banter with what otherwise seemed a small, stoic old woman.
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