Ulfsire

a yellow priest and walking-worm of the tagglan sect attack a painted tower ruled by the albaz

recently the workflow involves sending emails like this to myself

it's just good, a lot of horror is bogged down with trying to be metaphorical / evocative of some tone outside itself. I really liked the depiction of magic, it felt very real without being neurotic about explaining its details

doing hobgoblins

Hell yeah dude love to hear that, yes trying to iterate through the wc3 maps though I really wish doing multiplayer was as easy, would love to make a build + brawl

vortices

my opinion on gameplay loop fundamentalism is it's kind of like thinking about writing only in terms of tropes / beats like hero's journey etc. Useful for an industry that wants to mass produce scripts

What shadow remained fled back
what krod remained fled back
to the mountains, the tunnels
the chasms of the bloodblack root
the westward depths of the red-furred Irga
a high-eared folk, whose way lives old
beneath the glimmering and changing earth

The Lonraigh struck
wideaxes soaked in plum-dark blood
the Irga-krod was broken then
their many-hued torches cast into the blotting night

...
but in the roaring of the blotted night
the Lonraigh struck
in amethyst-glow
below the glowing of the Skoliths
below the jeweled glowing of the screaming night

The night shouting
the shouting of the starless night
into the melee
spirals of red gore
vicious battle
the Irga of that age had known no equal
pillaged freely
...

...
but in the roaring of the blotted night
the Lonraigh struck
in amethyst-glow
below the glowing of the Skoliths
below the jeweled glowing of the screaming night

Into this came the Irga-krod
whose blades are hammered from the bloodblack root
the throat of god beneath the earth
so they say, the Irga, red-furred
whose ears stand up like knives
into the shouting night they came
for the wealth of the Skoliths
and the blood-dance

The Irga came with their blood-fed light
to the Skoliths of the Lonraigh
whose death-dealers wear cloaks of violet
who carry bronze wideaxes
who wear horns of bronze
who love battle and worship the amethyst

The Irga-krod came
by dark flash of torchlight
strange torches that scuttled through the vinelands
like liquid rainbows
like oildrops quickening
to the jeweled mounds of the Skoliths

NICE

the only one who gets it

less extreme example

whose dung steams high, high, high...whose dung steams beyond measure

spending my rest day maniacally browsing bruce pennington book covers

leading the plant folk down to earth

Cold email from marketer: "Good morning Jason, are you or Brian Bucklew the right person to speak with about influencer partnerships? We recently signed on as the exclusive influencer partner for the South Beach Wine and Food Festival, activating creators across 35 of their events."

Imagine, you are buzzing after the last sip of your third Kim Crawford sauvignon blanc. You just met a lovely retiree whose daughter-in-law is going to phone you about the condo in Hallandale. You walk up to my tent, I smile at you. I have Golgotha loaded up in Classic.

Thanks for this one, feeling that way as well

doing all the initial wall tiles, I think for a lot of them verisimilitude can be abandoned for something more glyph-like

Gratitude

Same. It’s their best since realmwalker

Singing “this is crazy?! Everybody is so famous?!” When I walk into the house of the dead (ereshkigal) wearing the clothes and perfumes I wore in life and am swarmed and consumed by the shades therein

trying for the generation in lands to produce thematic encounters