thorax rubies
playing divinity 2 lately. brings me right back to a day not too long ago, playing never winter nights, which brought me back to the days of pool or radiance. dungeons and dragons games, where you end up pulling your hair out, doing the same battle over and over again cause someone charmed my wizard who decided to fireball the hell out of his own party. i think you have to be a certain type of masochist to keep going back to that well trying to conjure the perfect alignment of stars that allows something to work differently so you can survive a game where the stakes are literally zero.
one thing i find amusing though is that there’s one type of creature, and for whatever reason, killing it, and looting it’s corpse will produce a ruby about half the time. and i have to wonder why an insect has need of rubies. do they make them? do they each get one, and that’s their prized possession? maybe it’s something they do to confuse their would be autopsiest. in that vain, i’ve decided to start swallowing random objects. i figure, if i’m ever murdered, i want the guy who has to CSI my corpse to get legitimately confused. i gonna make the top of his list of weirdest things he ever found in a body. so far it’s just samosas. i’m working up to the inedible.
speaking of hidden gems, i think Black and Blue is certainly hovering in that level of renown. i’m waiting to tip, and i feel like it’s happening, readership steadily climbs, so, i’m staying the course, and redoubling my efforts where i can. also, stay tuned. soon, within the next couple weeks, i’m thinking i’ll post my original 30 page comic as a weekly update. it’s a tad dated at this point, but you can read the original story that kicked this whole endeavor off. i think the story still holds up, and it’s a self contained short, but it is in the same world as B&B, taking place only a few weeks before the events of the current story.
oh, i wrapped up altered carbon, and not a bad ending. someone told me it was bad, so i expected worse. funny how that is. being a cynic is armour against the mediocre. but all in all, pretty good. i will say one thing, and i’m not some prude, not by a long shot, but the casual full frontal nudity was getting weird. i feel like i’m on the wrong side of history on this one, but it was the clumsiness of it. as though someone dimmed the lights, marvin gaye played faintly in the background, and the fog from a hot shower rolled in from the other room. what i’m sayin is it seemed to stop the story cold, to insert some boobs. again, i feel weird that this sounds like a complaint, it just seemed odd when it happened.
Makes more sense now! Forget my question haha!
all things get answered. in time. in loooong time occasionally.
I wish I could remember where I found this weird (story?) description of a job in which the person had to crawl dungeons to stock treasure chests, spend hours feeding gold coins to monsters, that kind of thing. Maybe some eager young rookie put rubies into the creatures just for you! All part of the service!
i read ‘mogworld’, which has a similar plot, in a way. the sort of ‘behind the scenes’ of old games and stuff, things that we took for granted at the time, but would have had some serious logistics to it. not a bad read.
at a point, you wonder if you should just be taking it for granted that this room is full of skeletons, guarding a treasure chest, while down the hall, for whatever reason, a slime creature does the same. why are they all here? do they ever interact when no one is looking, or just stay at their posts?