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Dr.Bedlam

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  1. I love the Cthulhu Wars minis, but I invariably have to think hard about dropping two hundred American on a board game...
  2. First one is Horrified, which I bought at the beginning of October. The Universal Monsters are loose, and terrorizing the village! Cooperative board game: you play the heroes, and the monsters operate according to cards drawn on each player's turn. They essentially wander around the board, attacking you and killing the villagers. Each time they successfully attack a player or a villager, the Terror Tracker is moved one to the right; when it reaches the skull, the monsters win. So it's to your best advantage to protect the villagers and keep ahead of the monsters, while moving around the village, gathering the items you'll need to defeat whatever critters are running loose in the night. Each monster requires a two pronged effort to defeat -- Dracula, for example, you have to destroy his four coffins in separate locations on the board, and THEN confront him and discard a certain value in collected items to defeat him. I was surprised to see that certain monsters require an unexpected victory condition -- the Wolfman, for example, you don't just shoot with a silver bullet; you have to research a cure for lycanthropy, and then hunt him down and stuff it down his throat. The Monster and the Bride are always in the same game, and if they meet, bad things happen; your goal is to separately teach each of them the value of humanity (again, by collecting and discarding certain items) and THEN arranging for them to meet, at which point they will run away together and never harm the villagers again... ...and the game comes with a sliding scale of difficulty. Want a harder game? Add more monsters. It isn't Axis and Allies, but it's a fun themed party game with a shallow learning curve and enough complexity to be fun. Plays surprisingly well solo, as well as multiplayer. The other game is Dead Panic, which I bought at the END of October. It's a variant of Castle Panic and does a great job of recreating the Spam In A Cabin flavor of standard zombie films. Another cooperative board game, where zombies emerge from the woods and approach the cabin in the middle of the board. Meanwhile, you and your friends are ransacking the cabin, trying to find weapons and tools to hold off the undead! Among the horrors that emerge from the woods throughout the game are three survivors; don't shoot them, because they carry the three parts of the RADIO you'll need to call the rescue truck and win the game! I find it realistic, albeit terrifying, that you can't kill a zombie without a weapon (if you win a combat, you can move him away one space). I find it MORE terrifying that an ordinary zombie, ignored long enough, can tear down one wall of your cabin! Great fun. Recommended.
  3. Copyright? Depends on who you ask. Pretty much everything Lovecraft ever wrote is public domain anywhere but the US, yes. And some of what he wrote is public domain, even there. But Arkham House and Chaosium will fight you on certain particulars. And it's really too nice a day to spend it arguing with lawyers. That being said, there's a ton of Lovecraftian figures available in Bones, sure.
  4. After considerable pondering, I have concluded that we need Geedis. Ideally, he would be joined by the other denizens of the Land of Ta, but Geedis needs to happen.
  5. The box corners are a tad abused, but the interior is complete... pristine... and unpunched. And in the meantime, in the world of prepainted miniatures games, I am curious to see how Rick Sanchez comes out against Lord Voldemort.
  6. At the time, this would have been considered "eccentric and somewhat childish." Nowadays it'd be considered "metal as all hell." Times change.
  7. You and me both. And I'd seriously consider buying a Tradesman mini vehicle in scale, from Spelljammer. But with a million HeroClix out there, why would anyone buy X-Men?
  8. Word. I don't often buy blind boxes any more... occasionally, just for fun... but if I really want a thing, that's what the secondary market is for.
  9. Small time speculators can be remarkably dumb, especially considering that the commodity is entirely dependent on corporate whim for its rarity. Still remember when 3e Player's Handbooks were going for stupid money because the new edition was in and they'd shut down the PDF store... ....or when copies of the Death of Superman bagged issue were going for upwards of fifty bucks... ....or when cases of Classic Coke were selling out of pickup beds for truly silly prices....
  10. Anecdotally, the local retail joints seem to be expanding their unpainted selections and cutting back on the blind boxes. Locally. If that means anything.
  11. TWO kidney transplants? Ouch. Rest in peace, bud. Way too soon.
  12. It's been said before, but charging for playtest rulebooks wasn't a good idea, no matter HOW good it sounded in the board room. Dungeons and Dragons has the brand recognition, man. And now that Fifth has its wheels under it, Pathfinder has gone from "best in the field" to "that game that's sort of like Dungeons and Dragons." And for people just getting into it? That's the kiss of death. That's like that present your parents got you for your birthday that wasn't what you wanted but "Well, it's just as good." And it doesn't even have the advantage of being cheaper.
  13. Stirges are HANDY, durnit. ANY level of party is threatened by stirges; the difference is that at first level, they're life and death, and at seventh level, they're nuisance critters. And throwing a vampire down there on top of stirges is downright evil, Megan.
  14. I've watched the first couple episodes of the new Dark Crystal series on Netflix. I am still pondering my opinion about the quality of the series. Story is still unfolding, although it's better than I'd thought it was going to be; I usually find prequels to be a foregone conclusion, since I know how the story ends from seeing the original. Still, they're doing a great job; the visuals are RICH, rich, rich! Although seeing the series sort of spoils some of the plot points of the original movie, if you haven't seen it yet. And seeing the original movie spoils the miniseries. Hence my problem with prequels. But I'd recommend that any fantasy artists.... even a Sunday painter like myself... watch it, simply for the design, the use of color, the RICHNESS of all the visuals.
  15. The fact that I cannot get a six pack of unpainted stirges is proof to me that the suits, not the gamers, are in charge of what's being produced. Because the suits would put beholders and Drizz't well ahead of stirges. It'd never occur to them that a working DM would cheerfully buy three or four packs of the things. Further reinforcing that belief is the fact that I can buy a hardback adventure book... I can buy a Map And Handout Pack that goes with that adventure book... I can buy a Special Dice Set that goes with that adventure book.... and in some of the newer cases, I can buy a full sized pirate ship and a sort of Mad Max Hell Car Vehicle, even.... (for hundreds of dollars each!) ...but for some reason, I have to go out and buy all the minis separate, if I can find them, and if they actually MAKE the dratted beasts. The stirges are available on the secondary market -- the collectible prepaints have several variants -- but where the hell are the damn blistered, unpainted STIRGES? EDIT: It occurs to me that I had this same durn problem with Umber Hulks a while back.
  16. The fridge is festooned with Reapercon magnets from years gone by. Several Reapercon posters are framed on the wall of the bedroom; I'm particularly attached to the Space Mouselings poster from Artistcon that one year. I have a bad habit of thoroughly cleaning old cat litter buckets and using them for waterproof weatherproof sealable storage vessels for other things. Stickers generally wind up on those; it helps me identify what is in what bucket. And there are many buckets.
  17. Found at a used bookstore today: five bucks. It's a trifle, but it's so nice to find a nice trifle at a trifle PRICE, durnit. We celebrated our finds by stopping at a local joint I'd heard about, but had not yet investigated. Could it be true that there was a D&D themed donut stand that'd let you roll for a discount... or even free donuts? ....... yups.
  18. A splendid birthday is hereby wished at'cha.
  19. The oven, the stovetop, or PingosHusband? And before the day is out: Today makes fifty years. Fifty years ago, September 13, 1969, the first episode of "Scooby Doo, Where Are You?" was broadcast. That's well over two hundred in dog years, y'know.
  20. Well, yeah, but I was younger then. Today, my preferred method is simply to bellow "EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!" while wearing a deranged grin that would hopefully make some people think twice about taking offense. But then, I was young, and tenderhearted, and disinclined to kick small children out of the way. Weirdly enough, this doesn't HAPPEN to me on escalators. At least, not since. I'm not sure if it's because Dad was just an idiot, or if it's because there aren't many malls to visit any more, or what. Still happens in doors, though. Particularly at work, where I am hesitant to scream "GET THE @&**#$& OUT OF THE WAY, YOU @E\#*$&!"
  21. I was thinking about a thing today that happened a while back. It was in a MALL, so you know it was back around the time the oceans drank Atlantis. I was on the downstairs portion of the mall, and upon determining I wanted to go upstairs, hunted around until I found the escalator, and stepped aboard. In the process of ascending, I noted that the entire middle of the escalator was clotted with people. Judging from their familiarity and lack of interest in personal space, I concluded that these folks were all members of a family... Mom, Dad, Grandma, Teen Boy, Eldest Girl, Middle Boy, Middle Girl, Pink Bow Toddler, and Tiny Nose Miner. I paid them no heed. They weren’t bothering me. Until they arrived at the top of the escalator. Because that was where they stopped. All of them. They all dismounted the escalator, and stood right there, at the top of the escalator, in a tight clot of humanity, apparently to discuss where they would go next, perhaps intending to split up and do their shopping and then meet later at the food court or whatever. I really don’t know. I wasn’t listening to their conversation so much as I was wondering if they were going to get out of the WAY. They did not get out of the way. They stood there, a foot off the escalator steps, completely blocking the exit to the escalator. Dad had begun talking, and everyone was listening raptly to whatever it was he was saying. I pondered how I would deal with this. My arrival would put me right behind Mom, who was holding Pink Bow Toddler. It occurred to me that perhaps the sudden arrival of a stranger less than a foot behind her might discomfit and alarm her. I certainly didn’t want to do that. What to do? Perhaps I would run back down the escalator. I glanced behind me. No luck. There was some guy three feet behind me, and others behind HIM. For a moment, I pondered simply leaping the thirty feet back down to the lower floor, but quickly discarded that idea. I simply shrugged, and was disgorged by the escalator directly behind Mom. Mom reacted about the way I thought she would, with an “Oh!” and a brisk step forward. Dad looked at me like I’d showed up uninvited for Thanksgiving. Grandma looked at me like I’d yanked open my dirty trenchcoat to expose my naughty bits. The kids stared at me like I’d descended from a flying saucer. Dad gave me an indignant look. I smiled at him. Mom frantically nudged through her children to get away from me. “Ex-CUSE me?” Dad snapped. I kept smiling. “Yes, exactly. Excuse me,” I beamed at him, following Mom’s path through the children. Mom glanced over her shoulder at me, and was apparently shocked that I was still there, and skittered forward, opening me a path. I strode briskly through the opening. Dad looked like he was starting to get angry, and I hoped to put some distance between us before he could work through being surprised. Plus, I felt the presence behind me of another body, and I really didn’t want Guy Behind Me in my back pocket. As I strode briskly forward, Dad noticed Guy Behind Me, and shifted into High Indignance. Here he was, just trying to marshal his family, and these COMPLETE STRANGERS insisted on barging through their PERSONAL SPACE! Behind me, Dad apparently noticed Guy Behind Me, and said loudly, “PARDON ME? What are you people DOING?” Guy Behind Me said, “I’m WALKING here,” in a tone of voice that dared Dad to do something about it. I did not respond or turn back. I figured if a fight was going to happen, well, perhaps Dad would rather wrassle Guy Behind Me than myself, since I’d already put some distance on. And at that point, this entire vignette fades from my memory. I don’t remember where I went after that, what I did in the mall, or whether or not Dad ever actually realized that he had stopped for a family conference in the one place in the mall where complete strangers really had no choice but to shove him and his family aside, or simply leap off a thirty foot drop for the sake of politeness. But weirdly enough? This entire thing springs to mind, whole and unedited, every time I try to walk through a doorway in which someone has taken up permanent residence for the sake of a conversation....
  22. Heritage; Lost Minis sez they were Heritage LOTR Misty Mountain Orcs. And this one's sculpted sharper than the ones I had; I recognize him largely by the pose.
  23. I'd completely forgotten about Minifigs. They were still available when I discovered minis, but they were indeed inferior to what Ral Partha was doing at the time. I do remember being a little confused when I entered that first hobby shop, and I saw that Minifigs did official D&D minis, because right next to them in the shop were official D&D minis from Grenadier. At the time, it never occurred to me that perhaps the stock had simply BEEN there for a few years. Sigh. I also remember pondering whether or not to buy a White Box D&D set while I was there... and deciding against it, as I already had the three main hardbacks and the Holmes set. Among my purchases there were the Infamous Orcs... a blister of three figures that claimed to be orcs, and were sculpted so weird that even after they were painted, it was difficult to dope out exactly what they LOOKED like...
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