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I added it to my signature a couple weeks ago, but just wanted to point people towards my new gaming blog, figure it might be interesting to some board members. It's a mix of RPGs, wargames, miniatures, and computer game projects I've worked on or otherwise have thoughts about; mostly Pathfinder and CAV at the moment.


Mods--can't remember if this is kosher but didn't see anything in the board rules; my apologies if I missed it.

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