tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30456055779638589132024-03-07T22:12:31.733-08:00Anime, Technology, and Role-playingI enjoy Anime, Technology, and Role-playing games and sometimes have something to say about them.Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-12601502267296374512011-08-10T12:57:00.001-07:002011-08-10T12:57:10.111-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part TwentyEnforcer Wade frowned as he entered the main security center for the Ark Tunnel Reactor. The room was dark except for the computer screens which cast strange shadows all around the room. The room shouldn’t have been empty. Even if the guard was stronger elsewhere there should still be people in this room. It was where all the security camera footage was and it contained the entire alarm system. Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-52998997642828761862011-08-10T12:54:00.001-07:002011-08-10T12:54:26.227-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part Nineteen“Is this really going to work?” Asked Emiray. She felt that she was looking kind of silly in the black and blue uniform that the student council wore. The entire uniform made her uncomfortable, plus the silly armband which showed her supposed low rank in the student council made it all worse. What if somebody realized that she wasn’t an Esper, that could ruin everything.“How should I know, it wasDustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-4820307619228971092011-08-08T12:34:00.001-07:002011-08-08T12:34:02.681-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part EighteenInspector Grim had just been informed about the capture of Phantom Thief Rose. Now he was being escorted through the complex to see the prisoner. He found it hard to believe that they had captured Phantom Thief Rose with only a handful of men and a boy but it seemed to have happened. Still, if the boy had been an Esper on the Student Council like the officer had said then it might have been Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-69305054618329369542011-07-27T09:55:00.001-07:002011-07-27T09:55:49.653-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part SeventeenThree Hours AgoRose was wearing her Phantom Thief outfit. It really was the be set of clothing that she owned. Practical, comfortable, and stylish. She tapped her watch and the door into her workshop slide closed making the entrance invisible again. There there was a grating sound, she knew her entire workshop was lowering into a lower apartment floor. It would be bad in the University Security Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-91722658403431252172011-02-11T09:17:00.001-08:002011-02-11T09:17:35.492-08:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part SixteeenRose eventually woke up and crawled out of bed. She was still tired but when she looked at her bedside clock and saw that it was already eleven. She yawned and began putting on her clothes. Finally she managed to stumble into the living room still yawning. “Oh Lynn, Emiray, I see you are both already up. Did you have a good nights sleep, where you able to find something to eat this morning.”Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-49847865928840706922011-02-10T09:58:00.001-08:002011-02-10T09:58:18.786-08:00Organization Fractal [Trappings and Stunts Part 1]I've been playing Starblazer Adventures recently and a post over on the FATE blog got me thinking about how the different Fractals interact with each other. In particular I wanted to be able to describe the different organizations in the game in a manner which provides rules for their interaction with characters. I'll try to provide updates as I add Trappings and Stunts.Arms (Type)Many Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-51524012011085435252011-01-21T15:40:00.001-08:002011-01-21T15:40:33.088-08:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part FifteenLynn woke to find herself lying on the couch in Rose’s living room. She still remembered the dream about her past. It had been a turning point in her life. The new discovery the she had uncovered was quickly incorporated into the standard teleporter training plan. Once it was explained to a teleporter that was a least level 3 they would be able to use the trick themselves. However the thing that Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-5475504576004804642011-01-20T14:33:00.001-08:002011-01-20T14:33:12.082-08:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part FourteenYeah, I know it has taken me forever to finally get around to posting these again. I managed to finish my 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo and now I'm going to start posting them again.The Past“Again.” The voice through the speaker system blared down at Lynn. She closed her eyes again and concentrated. She shifted the ball in her hands toward the slot for it a few hundred meters away. There was a blareDustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-68750816342503996132010-11-12T09:43:00.001-08:002010-11-12T09:43:45.617-08:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part EightAfter the moment of recovery was over Emiray said, “I see, I guess that would be why the Euclidian Key would not be useful for you. I tank would hardly have need of a pistol. Since it appears that I believe you now, I guess I will tell you what I know about what happened. It all started down in the Belly when I found the corpse of a man…”Emiray told the story about what happened to her to the Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-59350210417722265812010-11-11T09:30:00.001-08:002010-11-11T09:30:07.323-08:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part Seven“Ok, that is unusual but can you get to the point.” Responded Lynn grumpily. It was more then unusual for a Belly Engineer to be attacked. Custom dictated that you she treat them like your own family since they were the people who kept the city afloat. Even criminals treated them with respect, Lynn didn’t know who would want to attack one.“Well, they asked her what happened to her. She is still Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-246868941842219692010-11-10T10:42:00.001-08:002010-11-10T10:42:14.157-08:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part SixI also finished the first half of part seven. That and part eight should be up late tonight or tomorrow“No,” Said Emiray who couldn’t see Gray’s growing frown. “I’ll need to give the report to them myself. I’ve come all this way after all and the head engineer would be upset if I passed my duty off to somebody else. I can’t let something little like this stop me or I would be a disgrace to the Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-10215321223319592362010-11-09T13:23:00.001-08:002010-11-09T13:23:28.986-08:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Part FiveSince I'm behind several days I'm posting by parts now. Part Five should have been done on the 5th but didn't get done then.Part FiveThere was one long moment where time seemed to stretch for Emiray as she strained every sense that she had. Gray was opening his mouth as if to ask a question to her but she blocked it out keeping everything tuned for that one instant. Gray’s hand set down on her Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-23569408993451009842010-11-05T00:08:00.001-07:002010-11-05T00:08:45.415-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Day FourEmiray looked over at Professor Gray and then back at Omar. “I suppose we should get going soon. Keep up the good work Omar.” Omar beamed at the praise and gave her what might have been a salute before motioning to his robot and head off in another direction.“Professor Gray, do you want to rest a little longer before we start heading back up to the surface.”“What, now?” He glanced at his watch Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-21050272820064454202010-11-04T09:14:00.001-07:002010-11-04T09:14:12.590-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Day Three“Not that that I know about.” Responded Ivan. He noticed her worried expression before asking, “Is there some reason for you to think that anything would be…. missing” He paused for a second before the last word because just before he had said it Lynn was gone. She hadn’t left through the doorway or anything mundane like, she had just ceased to be there anymore.After around a minute for swearing Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-81339765122138700442010-11-03T09:10:00.001-07:002010-11-03T09:14:06.818-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Day TwoI finished writing late last night and went to sleep right after that so I am posting the story in the morning.Six Years AgoThe Belly, Sector 75The last piece slide into position with a click and Emiray placed the small backplate on and screwed it tight. She picked up the small watch in her equally small hands and turned it around a couple of times. It seemed alright, though she didn’t know for Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-27380146916534944462010-11-02T00:07:00.001-07:002010-11-02T00:08:30.838-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010, Day OneJune 5thThe Belly, Sector 38Emiray was deep in the Belly, far below the University District. Sector 38 was about as deep and derelict as a place could get. Several times Emiray has to wade and deep as her chest and twice she had to swim though flooded portions. Three of Sector 38’s seven water pumps had been busted and there had been numerous faulty electronics and broken doors. It was Emiray’s Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-63757876589721081772010-10-22T12:07:00.001-07:002010-10-22T12:07:25.222-07:00NaNoWriMo 2010 - All Online!I know I never really post here, but this November is will be different. I'm participating in NaNoWriMo for the third time and this year I'm planning on showing everything. Everyday (Or most of them) I will be posting all my writing to my blog for the entire world to see. My NaNoWriMo profile is there for anyone interested in my initial idea and I will be keeping an up to date word count there.I Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-89898064703804312322010-06-01T15:33:00.001-07:002010-06-01T15:33:16.219-07:00Tales of Arabian NightsI got to play a game of Tales of Arabian Nights during Conduit and I must say that it is an awesome game.My character started out by being sold into slavery by her siblings. She escaped and began to try and find her fortune in the world. However the fates looked down on her, as she traveled back to her home she become lost in india and in attempting to get back she tried to make a deal with a Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-6496643146824036222010-05-04T21:56:00.001-07:002010-05-04T21:56:27.062-07:00Railway Connects UsI know I mentioned on Facebook that I would make a post a while ago. Alas that didn't happen and I never got around to it until now. On the plus side I am now using MarsEdit 3.Underground cities which are connected by a subway system. With huge stretches of uninhabitable land between cities the only way to get between them is the ancient subway system. Small stores have been constructed around Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-87328095292104271092010-04-12T09:53:00.001-07:002010-04-12T09:53:58.288-07:00Untold StoriesDuring my daily life I occasionally see something interesting that inspires the seeds of a story inside me. Some of these seeds catch hold inside me and begin to grow into a tree of ideas. Some of them I decide to turn into stories or use in a roleplaying game that I am playing. Others sit in my mind or in a small note on my computer. Those are the ones I want to share, the Untold Stories.The Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-91562180150502393612010-03-11T13:01:00.001-08:002010-03-11T13:01:49.291-08:00Fallout 3 Hacking Mini-GameDue to a friend's request I decided to create a hacking mini-game which works the same way as it does in Fallout 3. So I spent a few hours today throwing together an implementation of it using HTML and Javascript. It is currently working quite well, although I plan on adding a more difficult version which uses longer words.Please enjoy!http://www.apopheniaevolved.com/awesome/hacking.htmlThis Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-48179569972532349582010-02-17T14:06:00.001-08:002010-02-17T14:09:17.784-08:00Avoiding Average ProficiencyOne of the issues I've come across in various games is the disuse of average skills. Players generally prefer to use their best skills. The reason is fairly obvious, players want to succeed at what they are doing and so they attempt to solve problems using the skills they are good at. This habit can lead to a bunch of unused or rarely used skills. While this might lead to a good simulation of a Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-83053293764777554312010-02-12T22:53:00.001-08:002010-02-12T22:53:54.227-08:00Campaign Ideas (Part 1)PTA has caused me to think of all sorts of season ideas, it has really started a fire in my creativity. I'm probably going to continue post my different campaign ideas to help me remember them and maybe somebody else will like them too.A new human colony on a new planet is the beginning of a new chapter in human history. However this momentous occasion is shattered when the colony suddenly loses Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-51493514974455234482010-02-12T18:54:00.001-08:002010-02-12T18:54:09.577-08:00What I am learning from my current campaignAs I play my current campaign I continue to notice problems with how I am GMing. One of them I already mentioned. However there are plenty of others. I am noting them down in hopes that will help prevent me from doing them again.I'll add more reasons as I think of them.Name The CampaignFrom the start and even after a few session I don't really know what to call the campaign. While I don't think Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045605577963858913.post-34191418285280815612010-02-10T14:55:00.001-08:002010-02-10T14:57:11.489-08:00Roleplaying, Scenes, and Primetime Adventures (Part III)Out of all the things in in Primetime Adventures the rotating player determined scenes are my favorite. It is something that seems so simple, you just go around the table calling out scenes, but it is very powerful. Out of everything in PTA it is the mechanic that I am most likely to port to other games that I play. It puts in the hands of the players the decision of what happens next. This sort Dustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09176071950708837850noreply@blogger.com0