Fable Foolery

By firelight’s glow, let folly begin,
Where Thomlin Jupp tumbles cheerfully in,
Turn just one page, your chuckles will spark,
Laughter will dance until the embers go dark.

thomlinjupp.com
First chapter available online now

“I’m confident,” Worthalot had told Bridget as they prepared for the initial visit, “that Grimbledon will be perfectly suited to Thomlin’s needs. They’ve educated dragon princes, elvish nobility, and at least one student who technically didn’t exist during most of the academic year.”

from chapter 2 of Thomlin Jupp: A Foundling's Follies
chapter 1 available now online
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Author's Note: This chronicle is based on extensive interviews with surviving participants, supplemented by corporate records, regulatory filings, and the occasionally coherent testimony of witnesses who lived through the events in question. The term "surviving participants" should not be taken to imply that the others perished from anything more dramatic than advanced paperwork-related exhaustion. Any resemblance to actual bureaucratic nightmares, living or dead, is purely coincidental and probably unavoidable.

from the forthcoming Scales to Scrolls: Chronicles of the ArcGate Empire
You can read the first two chapters now online scalestoscrolls.managedpublishing.com/index.html

signage welcoming you to cockfosters in the london borough of enfield

UN-BE-LIE-VABLE it could never be for realz.....
this must be the end of the line (Piccadilly)

Snow opens. Dog sighs. Destiny again.

If you like humour of the variety that emerges when you take the human condition, add fantasy elements, and let the whole thing marinate in absurdity until it achieves the perfect consistency of organized pandemonium...
Immerse yourself Thomlin Jupp: A Foundling's Follies
#booksky #fablefoolery

I hope...
In the hills of Oi Dong where the tick-tocks chime,
They’ve decided, rashly, to film Thief of Time.

Undercover hens hatch flawless alibis

"Why does everything always happen to foundlings, and why are they never found somewhere sensible, like a nice accounting firm?"

Find out...
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the important questions. Questions like "What if Tom Jones had been raised by bureaucrats with good intentions?" and "Is it possible to file a proper insurance claim for damage caused by a philosophical troll?" and most importantly, ...

the Fantasy section, third shelf down, just past the self-help books on "How to Befriend Your Inner Dragon" and "Meditation for Anxious Wizards." What you peer at through whatever mystical scrying device you prefer is something altogether more dangerous; a story that dares to ask ...

If you're expecting a straightforward tale of heroic derring-do, noble quests, and sensible protagonists who make reasonable decisions at appropriate times, then I'm afraid you've wandered into the wrong story entirely. You might want to try ...

Season’s Greetings from the Department of Mildly Bewildered Festivities
I’m wishing you all the traditional holiday essentials:
Warm beverages of mysterious origin
No encounters with rogue enchanted paperwork
A moment of profound joy triggered by something trivial, like a bauble making a funny noise

Looking for a Christmas gift that’s equal parts goblins, destiny, and paperwork?
Forget socks, give the gift of absurdist adventure!
Thomlin Jupp is where fantasy meets bureaucracy, and destiny requires a filing cabinet. Perfect for anyone who ever lost a battle with Form 27-B.
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Please will you expand on what you mean by "punches down hard"?

HO HO HO

The great thing about RPGs is you can invent whatever you want. So perhaps we should be less `critical` of the accuracy of facts in the story line and enjoy the ride.
#fantasynerds

out-nerded once again, fumble roll, no saving throw permitted. Takes double damage and retreats.

Spoiling the fun (again) is part of the fun in a game full of rules and randomness. Dragon issue 32 (out in 1979) introduces the Sorcerer variant. rpggeek.com/rpgissuearti...
<mildly fearful of telling Jim Zub about D&D but doing it anyway />
#ADnD #totalnerd

Some Spells for the Very Smart Sorcerer A variant for Wizard; new spells for wizards of IQ 17-20.

Spoiling the fun is part of the fun in a game full of rules and randomness. Dragon issue 32 (out in 1979) introduces the Sorcerer variant. rpggeek.com/rpgissuearti...
#ADnD #totalnerd

Old school AD&D wasn’t just a game, it was a ritual of chaos, imagination, and the eternal cry: Wait, do I get a saving throw for that?!
Weekends vanished quicker than hit points in a gelatinous cube, one small crawl and suddenly it was Monday.
#FableFoolery #ADnD

mmm... repulsive mixture of dense, stubborn and arrogant. Perhaps the application of form 27b was not completed and validated in triplicate before submission?

The ancient rite of goblinification: legend says it takes precisely 437 cranberries, eaten under a waning moon while a goose recites bylaws. Of course, most people give up around berry 112, at which point you simply become mildly tart and start haunting salad bars.
#FableFoolery #CranberryGoblin

The Council of Fantasy decreed that every saga must contain:

One sarcastic blond who can quip faster than he can swordfight.

One barbarian woman whose devotion to potatoes borders on religious.

At least three improbable remakes disguised as “original quests.”

#FableFoolery #FantasyFilms

The 1980s strapped on aviator shades and declared itself a genre. Top Gun was less a film than a ritual: jets roared, volleyballs glistened, and Kenny Loggins became a minor deity of the skies.
Be kind, rewind.
#FableFoolery #1980sCinema #TopGun

With one colossal yawn, he’s back on the big screen stretching nostalgia until it squeaks and reminding us that sometimes the sleepiest cat tells the tallest tales.

#Bagpuss #BigYawn #FableFoolery #ReturnOfTheSaggyCat

Hogswatch; potatoes, pigs & improbable joy
The Hogfather himself rode in on four pigs named Olly, Folly, Golly, & Melancholy.
Thus the festival was secured: a celebration of everything ending in ‑olly, plus the occasional tax rebate for carol singers.

#Discworld #Hogswatch #FableFoolery #Pratchett

a lonely reader gathered every Discworld tome into a towering stack so high it developed weather patterns. The Librarian swung by, declared “Ook,” and the stack became a book club all on its own.
The book club already exists, waiting for you to notice the quorum of novels arguing in the living room.

Of course. It’s for leverage. You never interview a vampire without a potato, they respect starch.

The crows ran the newsletter. The ducks were not ducks. And the fun was mandatory.

Thus the pond remains serene, suspicious, and lightly cursed.