My body is a temple to a dark and ancient god. Older than thought, its wisdom carved in my genes by a thousand and a thousand ancestors. It predates me, it will postdate me. It demands worship through cravings, through exhaustion, through pain. To sate its dark hungers I must move, I must rest. I must feed, I must fast. It craves the stillness of clear water and green things from the earth.
Fabulous Ones
Orienting Toward Wizard
Some of the concepts and terminology I’m about to use, as well as the title of the blog post, were lifted directly from here. Having said that, I think I’m going to end up at a very different final destination than the original poster. So, credit where credit is due, but don’t feel compelled to read the original to understand my point. King Power King Power is money. I think the original article would try to lump in other things, like status, but one of my foundational operational primitives is that all of those things are fungible with money.
“What is soup, but a potion for the soul?”
— Ash
Another evening of memes with the wizards. Not saying any of them are particularly good, but we had fun. If intentional living sounds like your jam, take a peek.
What is a curse if not a dark gift?
Makin' memes with the wizards.
Somewhere around five years ago I briefly entertained the idea that I was very seriously going to attempt to be an author. During that time I approached this the way I approach everything: with my whole entire ass. Why half-ass anything when you can whole-ass one thing? Which meant that, among other things, I read a lot of books on how to do writing good. Also, I tried to practice doing writing good.
If you know who this is, we should be friends. Or enemies. Or frenemies.
Me: “You’re Darmok, I’m Jalad, and together we are at Tanagra.”
Ash: “What? Oh, Star Wars.”
What’s up with me? Oh, just inventing a governance structure for a community of wizards. You?
A Selection of Wizard Memes
Ash: “what’s the cutest mammal?”
Me: “are moths a mammal?”
By age 400 you should have:
- defeated at least one plant.
- three orbs, at least one of which is cursed.
- read half of the 100 Greatest Tomes list.
- five mortal enemies, two blood pledges, and one kingdom in your thrall.
What is outer space if not a soup?
Gondor calls for soup.
From the journals of St. Rev. Dr. McPunch, Dweller, Vault 76 “Reclamation day” my entire ass. The vault has everything we need, and I’ve spent most of my life in it! Everyone else was in a hurry to get out and see the world. I’ll tell you what you’ll see: a fat lot of nothing. How could there be anything to see? Twenty years isn’t nearly enough time to clear the rads.
I’ve decided to restart my character in www.fallenlondon.com and play it over again. Hello again, delicious friends.