The Flesh Putrefies, The Machine Rusts, And The Divine Corrupts, And So The Rot Remains Supreme

the flesh putrefies, the machine rusts, and the divine corrupts, and so the rot remains supreme

"Ring of Climbing? Oh no, whoever's selling those is running quite the cruel scheme. There's a nasty neatness to it: someone who wants magical help climbing would be the least likely to know why climbing with a ring on is a very, very bad idea."

this weekend I learned about a drinking game called Splitting the G. you get a full pint of guinness in a guinness glass. you pick up that beer and take a big chug. you put the glass back down and look at the level of the beer. if it's between the top and bottom of the G in Guinness you have split the G and you win (or maybe don't lose?)

anyway I'm leaving this here for ttrpg design tumblr to make a resolution mechanic out of. I'm thinking something along the lines of

split the G - succeed

don't drink enough (G still in the black) - fall short

drink too much (G fully in the clear) - overextend yourself and expose yourself to danger (but maybe with some benefit or opportunity for really going for it?)

something someone could describe you by - if they don’t know your name, they could go “oh, the person with the xyz!”

At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

England, the year 2030: The Conservative government has just banned the use of the kilogram. Labour's main campaign promise is that they will bring back the shilling.