Brian Yaksha (He/They)

Her name is Boober.
She's been purring up a storm and smooshing her head against my face.

She's got head empty energy.

A head empty black and white cat with a pinknose.

A head empty black and white cat with a pinknose.

Look at this creature.

Gotta get yourself one of those wheelie loaders.
Changes the game.

Do you think he'd be able to beat up Greg Davies and Alex Horne?

I usually like to make food crime jokes, but jesus fucking christ.

I ended up down a strange rabbit hole the other day learning about the BTAS comic villain Mr. Nice and part of my brain was like "I wonder if [BLANK] has thoughts on him."

I only just now realized you're the name that was not coming to form in the back of my brain.

There's a reason I refer to being caught up in certain pursuits as being lost to the ríastrad. It is like being possessed and formless at the same time, to be rendered into a heinous shape necessary to ensure a victory.

Alas I've come to accept I'm Ferdiad more than any other. Such that it is.

The first person who thought "brown" is correct, but that only adds a layer to this riddle of priorities.

And I applaud you for not saying it but knowing it was well in my own mind.

I took a nap and framed out a very specific means of compounding some of my nonsense.

Now whether that ought to be the next work remains to be seen. But it would be a wise pursuit.

But also, what am I if not a fool?

I could drink of the sublime fire again, but not today. I'm exhausted as all get out.

Past me calling future me the fuck out.

Oh blaggard, looking at some GM section I wrote and literally two sections are entitled:

- "MAXIMALISM & PRESCRIPTIVENESS, or THE NIHILIST'S BLISS"
- "THE PURSUIT OF MEANING, or AUTHORIAL OBSOLESCENCE"

Past me in their hair shirt frock, cackles from atop the stylite, waving around a briar lash.

Me trapped in my Maximalist tragedian hellscape era; because someone once called me the Dante Alighieri of the OSR. So until I find a helpful dead twink, I think I'm gonna stay stuck here.

Its an aspect of my pursuit of meaning nonsense; and as a document (which I only shared about 40 pages of, almost all of which are tables - and that's not even the whole of things) its just...

I am too easily thunderstruck by all that could mean something. I don't care if it means nothing to most.

Fascinatingly, handing over a ton of Rakehell remaster drafts to a person feels almost like trauma-dumping. Or like point-blank hitting someone with grapeshot.

But its, y'know, random tables.
A monument to my hubris and well diagnosed mental illnesses; but mostly random tables.

I really hate how bsky makes links of everything. Lol.

An unanticipated nicety to see a review of a work I did. Pretty much full agreements.

Id say more but Im on my phone and eating a burrito.

Free expansions fix some of the issues, but not all. I wrote it in zilch time and still got an ENnie nom AND told Foxy Dan to shut up.

Live your dreams kids.

I could ramble on, but I'm on a phone and my burrito is getting... not stale, but like, dry?

Got the anecdotes about it. If you want more specificity, check out Through Borderlands. Free bit of an expansion for your shitty origins and who is coming to fuck you up.

Before I fell out hard with the OSR and it's luminaries (like, months prior), before I worried about perfect, before I cared about enough.

It is my vibes product. The vibes have shifted. What may yet emerge is stranger, denser, yet thinner too.

I got real on my tragedian bullshit with it now.

Like, if you specifically want to see the eclectic nonsense I've been noodling at like a maddened perfectionist in the background, Ill send you a DM.

Also built things out in some html generator tools to ease mu random table fetishism.

As I see it now, Rakehell is a product of a moment in time.

Literally scrolling through bsky while eating a burrito.

Yeah, nah. Stands.
It is a thing I wrote while bored out of my mind in like, a week or less, ages ago. I wrote it in spite of other games which purples their prose but couldn't offer an implication of a setting.

I do have the fixes though.

It conveys a sense of infatuation befitting the most sheltered teenager to the worst boy in class.

Which, if the goal, is doing a helluva job. If not, oof.

It's for a thing that is on the docket, so it won't just remain in the ether. Implementation of it might require some effort on my end for presentation purposes, but it's getting there.

Wrote a durability system that doesn't suck last night. That's fun.

Love to confront old design challenges.

Dapper rapscallion.

So much fear they fear now even the only rest that may ever truly find them, in ways that will cost their descendants even more money, and thus it all perpetuates.

I dwell in the blighted heart of empire. It wearies me.
I am hopeful all shall end in fire shortly, if not tomorrow than tomorrow soon.

I cannot conceive of a world where any ancestor spirit, ghost, or otherwise, would abide by this simulacrum. Wearing their face, lying through their mouth with a crude facsimile of words.

Horrors have been born of less.

But this is absolutely an American targeted product.

And they fear too much.

YouTube video by pocherpka tv Nathan For You - Dog Heaven

And not a single person asked for it.

It is a bit from Nathan For You, built to sell to people in the earliest moment of their grief. Ambulance chasers have more honor, they'll at least visit you in the hospital before they try to get their cut.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdfe...

Like legit the few excuses some people have used about these things determining medical things ended up skewing a ton of false positives due to things like---who can afford to be the sample size for body health scans?

It's the BMI all over again, now with more klepto-eugenics!

As I've gone on record saying, having built these sorts of things a decade ago for fun - the means in which such simulacrum could exist and be useful are vastly different than /any/ out there right now.

Stable data sets are scorned by capitalists.

And no, the science stuff ain't adding up either.