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Anonymous
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Welcome to the new /vx/ board - Videoganes and Paranormal! Just as mlpol was born of the merging of two wildly different topics into a single merged board, this board combines the topics of 4chans /v/, /x/, and /tg/ boards. And while /vint/ did not live on as we did, this board pays homage to the board, created and killed by an indifferent 4chan administration, in the flags that adorn this board.

As this is a new board, it does not have a firmly established set of rules. Unlike 4chan, this is a user driven site, and we are looking for user input into what the rules of this new board should be. Post your suggestions in the comments
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Anonymous
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It's Harmony Day!!!
Anonymous
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Why does this board have flags and image IDs anyway? Neither /v/ nor /x/ had them. I guess the flags could have been in the spirit of our sister board /vint/, but /vint/ didn't have poster IDs either.

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Flat Earth.
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This thread is meant to debunk the deranged idea that our realm is a planet floating in space.
If the so called established science can't be challenged, then it's not science, but religion.
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Anonymous
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>>165467
Sexy.
Anonymous
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>>165468
Yeah, because it's not supposed to be real. It's literally just a promo video, like the ones you see in toy stores.
Anonymous
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>>165467
Tha k you
Anonymous
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Hey OP, what's the speed of light?
Anonymous
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If the earth is flat why are boobies round?
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August 16, 2022.
>Why are There No Flat Earth Whistle-Blowers?
>When confronted with objective, demonstrable, empirical proof that Earth is not a fantastical tilting, wobbling, spinning space-ball, one sticking point that globe defenders consistently revert back to is, if the evidence flat Earthers are presenting is true, then why has there not been a single whistle-blower to come forward and expose this mother of all conspiracies? How is it possible that not one of the hundreds of thousands of people that NASA has employed over the decades has come forward and admitted the hoax? What about the Russians, the Chinese, the Japanese and all the other government space agencies along with SpaceX, Virgin Galactic, Blue Origin and other corporate space enterprises? If Earth is not a globe and we never went to the Moon, why haven't these governments or corporations tattletaled on each other and exposed this massive lie to the masses?
https://odysee.com/@EricDubay:c/Why-are-There-No-Flat-Earth-Whistle-Blowers:f
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Continuing
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>>165503
The creature is consumed in green fire before even the second bullet hits. It falls over towards its left, and away from the wall. Silver can see that it is a black drone with a brown jacket. There is red blood splattered across the wall, but blue blood seeping out of the creature itself.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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>>165504
Red blood? They must have encountered somepony before them...

Silver looks down at himself, blood seeping through the holes in his flak jacket. With every battle he feels more and more like a block of aged, holey cheese. He pushes on, grabbing the drone's shotgun and any shells he has on him.
Anonymous
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>>165505
The shotgun (presumably) has 3 rounds inside of the tube and chamber, and a capacity of 5. The drone has another 5 shells. The shots seem to be birdshot. The hallway goes both left and right, with the drone on the left side. Near the door, a drone sits, leaning against the wall.
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>>165506
Can Silver see how ready the drone is to respond if threatened?
Anonymous
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>>165507
Yes. He’s right next to it, as it is by the door
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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>>165508
Silver checks the ammo he's got for the Jenny before he does anything.

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Post to this thread every time you visit /vx/
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One of these threads.
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>>165418
My fan died yesterday.
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That fucking flat earth thread is just a gay slide thread where some dumb fucking nigger posts his facebook tier memes not meant to inform but to shame and insult nonbelievers. Flat earth is a jewish psyop to normalize jewish reality denial among conspiracy theorist websites and make sites that allow flat earth talk look unappealing to newcomers. To go to a site that allows "all speech" and intentionally act like the retarded jewish depiction of a conspiracy theorist is patently jewish. It is patently jewish to take the piss when freedom is given to you. It is jewish to be as awful as the rules will let you because you hate the place that permits you to be there. Flat eartherism is jewish. Every flat earther is jewish.
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>>165423
Yeah, we know.
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https://yewtu.be/watch?v=y7qfWTs5jGQ
Shrek is schizophrenic the movie.

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Hearts of iron 4
Anonymous
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I am hosting a Millennium dawn lobby with millennium chaos mod on. /mlpol/ is the server tag. join me fags.
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>>165417
There were always tranny kikes running EaW. Idk how that wasn't clear from the start.
There are a few guys on the team that aren't that bad though. I know a couple.
Anonymous
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>>165415
Oh boy, Pony Africa!
Does the mod
>paint blood diamond warlords with child soldiers in a positive light as long as they're communist
>make illiterate warmongering savages in animal pelts with spears or stolen AKs who think dances change the weather and "black magic potions" made of lion shit and endangered rhino horn will make them bulletproof into a fighting force that matters on the world stage
>give the ziggers magic voodoo laserbeams and weather dances that let them electroblast Shermans into smithereens like they're fucking Pikachus
>create a vaguely defined and positively-depicted "pan-African national identity" out of the 2 billion african tribes with unresolvable cultural and ethnic differences and bizarre corpse-defiling rituals and centuries of bad blood between them, even if it means ripping off hyper-white Western American values?
>make black scientists a thing and make africa known for its world-renowned top-tier geniuses and universities
>make black africans the farmers responsible for Africa's ability to eat, rather than white farmers or first world donations
>blame blood diamond warlords on Celestia or "that evil capitalist USA and its damn capitalist CIA/FBI"
>downplay or ignore China's involvement in Africa
>include a focus tree where ziggers thirst for "righteous" vengeance against Equestria
>all of the above
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>>165484
No.
Anonymous
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>>165485
Oh.
Well then what does it do with Zebrica?
Anonymous
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>>165484
It might've been interesting if it did that, but it doesn't.
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>>165483
Well, I remember general incredulity and calls of paranoia. Not that it matters now anyways.
>>165486
Zebrica in and of itself is cringe enough.

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Kaverns & Kobolds Two: The Electric Boogaloo
Anonymous
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Welcome to the Kaverns & Kobolds Klub (/kkk/).

This source will be dedicated to posting resources and session logs for a whacky low-level 3.5e adventure featuring an all-kobold party, with the recurring theme of (((gnome))) genocide.
The game begins at lvl 1 using standard 3.5e rules, with a few houserules. The setting is generic and uses elements from various d&d settings. Characters begin at lvl 1 with 40 point buy stats, and all PCs recieve Dragonwrought and Dragontouched as a bonus feat!

Adventure Synopsis:
>For centuries, the kobolds of the Spawncamper tribe lived in rugged peace, amassing great wealth in the mines and only suffering occasional mass casualties from battles with neighboring goblinoids, gnomes, gnolls, dwarves, and really everything else. However, that changed just a months ago, when the tribe's clergy stopped recieving bonus spells from their almighty Lord and Savior: the Devil Kurtulmak. The Silence of Kurtulmak lasted for only one week, but the event shook the core of the tribe. In their search for answers, the tribal leadership determined that the cause for the silence was for the fact that they had failed to wage war on the neighboring gnomish kingdom of Glimmersburg for too many years. Intent on proving their devotion to their lord, the fanatic kobolds rallied their forces and planned an all out assault on Glimmersburg and its neighboring villages.
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>The invasion resulted in catastrophe. While the Kobolds fought well and were skilled in the arts of gnome-slaying, they miscalculated the strength of the gnomish kingdom's alliance with the nearby dwarven clans, and were forcefully pushed back and outnumbered. They also never expected to be flanked by svirfneblin from the underdark blocking off their path of escape. Outnumbered and surrounded in three dimensions, the Spawncamper tribe suffered casualties like they'd never seen before, pushed to the bring of extinction. What's more, the war revealed veins of rich mineral resources that the kobolds had been mining, and the gnomes of Glimmersburg decided they would annex the territory of the spawncampers and get rid of the kobold nuisiance once and for all. In a last bid effort, the tribal leadership set off a series of explosive traps that collapsed the majority of the mines that had been taken over by gnomes, causing mass casualties on both sides, but buying some of the remaining kobolds time to escape. Spawncamper tribe was all but destroyed, with the few that survived scattering in every direction for survival. In a The Gnomes currently occupy what remains of the mines, and are intent on slaughtering every last one of them.
>But as the mighty Kurtulmak taught them, no battle with gnomes is over so long as one kobold survives. Soon, the gnomes of Glimmersburg will once again face the wrath of Kurtulmak and the blood of Tiatmat.
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>And so, we begin with the position of our heroes. They are brave kobold warriors who fought in the Glimmersberg assault. Ranking high in their respective warbands, they've seen their share of work and battle following the three K's of Koboldism: Kruelty, Kowardice and Kunning. After strategically pushing their younger comrades into the meatgrinder, they set off a powerful Wyrm ditherbomb that collapsed the cavern of a battlefield while they hid in a storage cache where they stayed for days.
>Running low on resources, our heroes are set to emerge from their little fishbowl and make their own path. Perhaps they will seek revenge on the gnomes who destroyed their society. Perhaps they'll search the rubble for survivors. They might rebuild and repoulate the mines themselves, or leave the kaverns in search of better luck elsewhere. They might just cower in place until they run out of dead corpses and eat eachother. Perhaps they'll set off on their own adventure and the honest life of the average murderhobo. Only time can tell.

The /kkk/ runs on discord (for now) as a corner of the 'Official' /mlpol/ Horseplay Initiative. I started this adventure as a joke, but I've decided to use it to test methods and media for a multi-media Westmarches that I've been planning to create for this community. New members/players are always welcome:
https://discord.gg/QBJqaM64H5

This setting uses Action Points (Eberron style, not UA style), and any character who writes a log, session summary, in-character anecdote, artwork or other substantial contribution gets one free action point at the end of the session, so please write logs.
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Yusdrayl, sparing me the burden of having to write actual lines for her this session:
Anonymous
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New places means new foods.
Briaxshulty cream is something that kobolds don't get to try very often.
Yusdrayl seemed to like it.
Kisara's Player
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>>165212
>Where we last left off, we had just finished washing off our kobold smells as much as we could before our shower got interrupted by a bunch of fey (or one nosy anon if you choose to believe my picture)

>So we begin the session discussing how we'll go about scouting oakherst
>We decide our order of operations, get in our disguises (Kisara/Vyth/Adooris and Yusdrayl/Misc./Akara), and head into town to scout out a tavern first
>On our way over, an obviously drunk guy calls out to us and mistakes the being henceforth known as Kithoris for someone named Barney
>Kithoris respectfully corrects the man, and disengages from the conversation to join the being henceforth known as Yusara inside the tavern
>Adooris gets a bit mad that we didn't do any digging yet, given the NPC told us something about Barney losing his farm, but Kisara decided it would be better to waste as little time in the open where somebody could potentially reveal us to the relevant authorities
>We go inside the tavern, and some guard gives us the stinkeye over his full english but otherwise doesn't bother us thankfully
>Something that we noticed immediately though was a dorf and a halfling arguing with a gnome nearby
>The halfling is yelling at the dorf about some kind of breach of a moving contract, all the while the gnome is writing shit on a scroll
>The halfling does win the argument though, with the gnome and dorf leaving to come back tomorrow night for some reason
>The halfling then comes over to us, so we order some food and try to blend in for the moment
>The operative word being try, since Kithoris ordered a respectable half-stack of pancakes and some water for breakfast while Yusara ordered a full fucking cooked sheep and no drink...
>Kithoris then tries to open a conversation with the halfling lady and we learn that Oakherst is being ceded to Gnisrael with the humans being forced to move out for the most part
>We also learn some small pieces of information about the Silver Empire, being that they apparently have widespread use of actual silverware instead of wood or something
>The halfling lady then lets us go about eating our food, and those of us inside the trench coats sneak pieces of food and drink when and where they can
>I roll some dice and Kisara enjoys the pancakes, but doesn't enjoy the purified mineral water
>While we're eating though, some cloaked figure approaches us and tells us to meet it out back in kobold speak!
>As we go to leave though, Yusdrayl grabs some last-minute food off the table, including a pitcher of whipped cream
>We then go to meet the figure out back, and as it turns out it's Meepo!
>He looks way older and acts a bit different too despite only about a week of being gone for some reason...
>He seems pissed about getting ditched, but we explain the issue to him about the tree and needing to evacuate hurriedly and eventually things are forgiven
>Anyway, he's planted all the big bombs at the important locations to hit so we can blow them up with smaller bombs
>Another argument starts because it wasn't exactly clear that the explosives that were being used weren't going to tear apart the entire town, but we get past all the arguing after like 10 minutes and then have Meepo fill us in on things around town
>The big building that all the kobolds were being put into is gay baby jail, and there's a lot of big strong dudes in there locking it up tight
>Meepo planted bombs under the walls in preparation for a prison break during the raid
>It's about here that I get a sneaking suspicion that Meepo isn't Meepo
>There's no evidence though, as all of us get middling to bad sense motive rolls and when prompted to "ask Meepo something that only he would know," she proceeded to ask him about a running joke throughout her tribe that he was the focus of instead of an actual question
>sigh
>Anyway, we continue going around and gathering information and decide to head to the other big, well-protected building next
>On the way there, we find a lady preaching a bunch of Pelor shit to a crowd
>She's getting heckled by a guard for not sucking Sigmar's dick though, so that's rude
>Luckily for her, that guard gets dragged off by another guard for a lunch date between his ass and more than a few pineapples, so the lady continues doing her thing unhindered
>We then keep walking uninterrupted until we get to the building, and it turns out that it's a bank
>Meepo then tells us that it's apparently guarded by magic walls, and it's somewhat implied to be the reason Meepo's weird now, so we move on to the market next
>While we're there, we see a gnome selling some familiar-looking weasels
>As it turns out, they're dire weasels that might be stolen from the spawncampers during the raid that broke them, so we buy them back from the gnome and make a note to steal the rest of his shit after we kill the dealer during the raid
>We end up coming to a deal after some diplomacy and disguise checks, and bring the weasels and some supplies we negotiated for out of the town with Meepo's help
>Kithoris and Yusara then dissolve back into their constituent pieces and they all go to report to Ukri again
>We then spend the rest of the session working out some raid plans, and it's decided that we go for the prison break first before going off to try to lure out the gnomish bastard that has our crap still
>It's also brought up that he'll likely be there with more clerics of his god than just him, but with any luck the raid will have them all spread out so we can focus on killing them one at a time
>After that's settled, the session ends there!

A fun time, and I enjoyed becoming The Ultimate Lifeform™ with the rest of the party! It may just be because I was the one actually doing everything, but I found the RP to be fun and the stealth to be engaging despite not getting much XP from it (though getting to level 5 from drawing a picture of Kisara standing naked in a river likely helped alleviate my endless hunger for experience points). Anyway, the raid's next, see ya then!
Kisara's Player
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>>165401
>mfw exactly 6000 characters
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Anonymous
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History is a Lie
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https://youtu.be/rfWb7pwS7aQ

Greetings Spoopy Hoersfrens, and a Merry Christmas, a Happy Yule, a most bountiful winter season unto all.

This is a thread Ive contemplated for a couple weeks now, and serendipitously a catalyst has arrived to force my hand.

To start this thread off with holday cheer, I am offering the following video for entertainment and consideration. And totally not as a precursor for something a bit later. When have I ever done that?

This thread is going to focus on a large segment of ideas surrounding the History is a Lie series produced by Armored Skeptic (a youtuber).

This is not an /ourguy/ thread, I'm actually quite intent to take what is useful from his material and apply it pragmatically, while discarding the rest. But I musnt get ahead of myself. All in good time.
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>>165446
Very interesting Anon, nice. If what you say is correct, I can see it does actually line up with what the femmes believe, at least to a certain point and even if coincidentally.
I kinda wonder what your thoughts are on Tanya the Evil. With your gnosticism and all that.

>>165448
Am glad you found it interesting, and I greatly appreciate your response. If you don't mind me asking, you aren't a regular Gnostic are you?
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>>165472
>Tanya the Evil
One of my favorite anime protagonists. Obviously her history is a little contrived and all, but otherwise spectacular; a model for all sociopaths who dont want to be all about themselves.
Anonymous
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>>165472
>regular gnostic
I dont consider myself a gnostic at all, though their material has been quite useful and informative at interval. I consider myself a Luficerian of proprietary pagan tradition centered/focused around (you're surprised?) Ninjas.
Anonymous
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Fun fact, the same VA that performs as Tanya ALSO is the VA for Jun Shiomi, from Food Wars; a researcher and insitute head directed at developing knowledge/use of spice. Yes, that was a deliberate reference, with all the applicable subtext one can ascribe to spice as an analog to conflict
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I'll take an opportunity to illustrate the great divide in religious/philosphical existence.
There is no such thing as a religion that doesnt involve rules, precepts, directions, etc. Ostensibly, these rules are geared toward creating a stronger person, a stronger family, a stronger community, and a stronger society. Without being specific of a particular religion, the religion is presented as the authority.
When a person submits to that authority, that is what is known as a right-hand path. When a person refuses to submit to the authority and operates in defiance, this is what is known as a left-hand path.
The terms are derived from India iirc, based on the rotation of the sun and which direction one turns when facing north. A person who takes the right hand path will spend their days in the sun and the night in darkness and slumber, constantly facing the rising sun. A person who takes the left hand path will spend half their days and half their nights under the sun and in darkness, as their contrary direction stacks with the sun's rotation, and will constantly be oriented toward the setting sun.
Less figuratively, the right hand path (Abrahamic traditions, not exclusovely) impress the idea of the infallibility and absolute authority of God, and the absolute necessity of submission to God. Left hand path traditions (Norse, being a particularly good example) are all about defying the dictates of God or Gods, insisting that the individual find their own satisfaction and purpose in life, refusing any imposition or control on their free will.

Lets take a look at Genesis. The right hand path sees that God was right to forbid eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, and that God was just for expelling Adam and Eve for their disobedience.
The left hand path feels that God was attempting to imprison humanity in the garden of Eden, offering perpetual life (the fruit of life) in exchange for never achieving the knowledge and understanding that humanity was intended to have from ther creation. As such, the first act of defiance against this God was the first step toward humanity's emergence and sovereignty. The idea here being, humanity was intended for more than the 'protector' God would allow, and THEY were just in their defiance.
The difference in the two schools of thought - beyond having vastly different interpretations of who is who and what is what - is one of individual agency. Lhp feels the individual is right and entitled to determine their own pursuits, devotions, etc. by their own agency, in order to get closer to what is viewed as the true God. Rhp feels that unchecked human agency causes increased separation from God, leading to the ruination of man.
Rhp further asserts that morality COMES from God, and that to defy is immoral, whereas Lhp tends to assert Natural Law as a moral framework, and that the pursuit of God in defiance of dictates is how one correctly approaches God.
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>>165473
>you're surprised?
Certainly not. Sociopath & Proud
>>165476
>RHP n' LHP
I don't feel like using your bread for something that's basically just concerning myself. But I would appreciate if you were to follow me.
>>>/ub/5854 →

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RPG/Tabletop Memes
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Post 'em
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>>165407
>hey guys am I doing it right? Is my maymay dankest?
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>>165411
Not impressed.
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>>165411
What are you talking about?

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All-encompassing table top thread
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Like the title says, this is a thread for any and all table top games and things related to them.
If you have a question about homebrew, worldbuilding, game mechanics ect this is the thread for it.
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>>165369
Ah. Well. I started with DnD (editions what?) so you'll forgive me if I give less weight to your testimony. Not to say its invalid, but that youre operating from a much more narrow frame of reference. Not an argument, I know, just saying.
Anonymous
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>>165370
From my experience, being in the hobby longer does not always translate to better players...
Especially when they try to apply things they considered normal for an edition of the game 30 years ago in a community around that edition that dissolved 15 years ago to modern players and their rendition of the game. Different versions of the game and different generations of people who play it are profoundly different from one another, and for those who played older systems to assert behavioral authority over those who play a newer system is really just absurd, because the ones who play the new system will have just as much if not more relevant experience as they do in the current system.
I dunk on 5e players a lot, but that's mostly because I think the system is poor quality, not how they choose to play it or enjoy it for themselves; I don't go as far as to imply that they're bad at the game. Considering 5e is a tertiary system for me, I consider anyone who plays it more often than I do to set the standards for appropriate behavior in that game at their tables.

The earliest version of D&d involved 6-20 players, with one referee for each 10 players (because it was more player vs DM), and each player playing 5 characters and each of those characters having a dozen henchmen: the game has changed a lot since then.
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>>165370
How many different games have you played?
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>>165373
Dnd everything (incl. Variants like Spelljammer) EXCEPT 3e, Shadowrun, Vampire the Mask/Werewolf, and a couple of simplified - not in any way serious, and designed to be outrageous randomness - systems more suited to a frat party than a serious game.
>>165371
>for those who played older systems to assert behavioral authority over those who play a newer system is really just absurd, because the ones who play the new system will have just as much if not more relevant experience as they do in the current system
Well, players with more experience are A. more likely to assume the responsibility of being GM, B. are more aware of the problems and issues that can develop in a group, in observance that there are LOTS of ways to play BEYOND the charachter-consciousness I promote AND the min-max-whore-building you suggest. However, the minmaxwhorei s the LEAST compatible with other play styles, and MOST likely to cause disruption at a table.
Anonymous
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>>165374
>A. more likely to assume the responsibility of being GM
This isn't true either.
Heck, I have a 14 year old cousin who started GMing the same year he started playing.
>B. are more aware of the problems and issues that can develop in a group
Yes, although this does not translate between additions or communities thereof.
If you've played so many different kinds of games, you should have noticed this by now. 5e communities are completely different from 2e, 3e or 4e communities, and many behaviors that were appropriate for older tables are not appropriate for new ones, because the game is different and the people are different.
>min-max-whore-building
I don't think you and I have the same definition of "minmaxing"...
Anonymous
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No.165403
What do you guys think of the Wrath Of Elements Kinecist playtest for PF2e?
Is it worth a thread?

Seven Minutes in Eternity by William Pelly (1929).pdf
Fascist William Dudley Pelley (USA) and his NDE
Anonymous
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>William Dudley Pelley
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>He came to prominence as a writer, winning two O. Henry Awards and penning screenplays for Hollywood films. His 1929 essay "Seven Minutes in Eternity" marked a turning point in Pelley's career, earning a major response in The American Magazine where it was published as a popular example of what would later be called a near-death experience. His experiences with mysticism and occultism drifted towards the political, and in 1933 Pelley founded the Silver Legion of America, a fascist, para-military league. He ran for president of the U.S. in 1936 as the candidate for the Christian Party.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Dudley_Pelley

>"Seven Minutes in Eternity" by William Dudley Pelley (1929):
...
But between three and four in the morning-the
time later verified-a ghastly inner shriek seemed
to tear through somnolent consciousness. In despair-
ing horror I wailed to myself:

"I'm dying! I'm dying!"

What told me, I don't know. Some uncanny
instinct had been unleashed in slumber to awaken
and warn me. Certainly something was happening
to me-something that had never happened in all
my life-a physical sensation which I can best de-
scribe as a combination of heart attack and
apoplexy.

Mind you, I say physical sensation. This was
not a dream . I was fully awake and yet I was not.
I knew that something had happened to either my
heart or head-or both-in sleep and that my con-
scious identity was at the play of forces over
which it had no control. I was awake, mind you,
and whereas I had been on a bed in the dark of a
California bungalow when the phenomena started,
the next i was plunging down a mystic depth of
cool blue space not unlike the bottomless sinking
sensation that attends the taking of ether for
anesthetic. Queer noises were singing in my ears.
Over and over in a curiously ·tumbled brain, the
thought was preeminent:

"So this is death?"

I aver that in the interval between my seizure
and the end of my plunge, I was sufficiently pos-
sessed of my physical sensfs to think: "My dead
body may lie in this lonely house for days before
anyone discovers it-unless Laska breaks out and
brings aid."

Why I should think that, I also don't know-
or what difference it would have made to me, be-
ing the lifeless "remains"-but I remember think-
ing the thought as distinctly as any thought I ever
originated consciously and put on paper in the
practice of my vocation.

Next I was whirling madly. Once in 1920 over
San Francisco an airplane in which I was pas-
senger went into a tail-spin and we almost fell in
the Golden Gate. That feeling! Someone reached
out, caught me, stopped me. A calm, clear, friendly
voice said close to my ear:

"Take it easy, old man. Don't be alarmed.
You're all right. We're here to help you."

Someone had hold of me, I said-two persons in
fact-one with a hand under the back of my neck,
supporting my weight, the other with arm run under
my knees. I was physically flaccid from my "tum-
ble" and unable to open my eyes as yet because
of the sting of queer opal light that diffused the
place into which I had come. ·

When I finally managed it, I became conscious
that I had been borne · to a beautiful marble-slab
pallet and laid nude upon it by two strong-bodied,
kindly-faced young men in white duck uniforms
not unlike those worn by internes in hospitals, who
were secretly amused at my confusion and chagrin.
"Feeling better?" the taller of the two asked
considerately as physical strength to sit up un-
aided came to me and I took note of my sur-
roundings.

"Yes," I stammered. "Where am I?"

They exchanged good-humored glances. "Don 't
try to see everything in the first seven minutes,"
was all the answer they made me then.

THEY did not need to answer my question. My
question was superfluous. I knew what had hap-
pened. I had left my earthly body back on a
bungalow bed in the California mountains. I had
gone through all the sensations of dyi ng and
whether this was the Hereafter or an intermediate
station, most emphatically I had reached a place
and state which had never been duplicated in all
my experience.

I say this because of the inexpressible ecstacy
of my new state, both mental and physical.

For I had carried some sort of a physical body
into that new environment with me. I knew that
it was nude. It had been capable of feeling the cool,
steadying pressure of my friends' hands before my
eyes opened. And now that I had reawakened with-
out the slightest distress or harm, I was conscious
of a beauty and loveliness of environment that sur-
passes chronicling on printed paper.

A sort of marble-tiled-and-furnished portico the
place was, lighted by that soft, unseen, opal illu-
mination, with a clear-as-crystal Roman pool diag-
onally across from my bench on which I remained
for a time striving to credit that all this was real.

Out beyond the portico everything appeared to
exist in a sort of turquoise haze. . . .

I looked from this vista back to the two friends
who had received me. There were no other persons
anywhere in evidence in the first half of my expe-
rience.

Somehow I knew those two men-knew them as
intimately as I knew the reflection of my own
features in a mirror. And yet something about them,
their virility, their physical "glow," their strong
and friendly personality sublimated as it were, kept
me from instant identity.

And they knew a good joke about me. They con-
tinued to watch me with a smile in their eyes when

I got down from my marble bench and moved
about the portico till I came to the edge of the
pool.

"Bathe in it," came the instruction. "You'll find
you'll enjoy it."

I went down the steps into delightful water. And
here is one of the strangest incidents of the whole
"adventure" ... when I came up from that bath

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>>92174

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I was no longer conscious that I was nude. On the
other hand, neither was I conscious of having
donned clothes. The bath did something to me in
the way of clothing me. What, I don't know.

But immediately I came up garbed somehow by
the magic contact of the water, people began com-
ing into the patio, crossing over it and going down
the southern steps and off into the inexpressible
turquoise. As they passed me, they cast curiously-
amused glances at me. And everybody nodded and
spoke to me. They had a kindness, a courtesy, a
friendliness, in their faces and addresses that quite
overwhelmed me. Think of all the saintly, at-
tractive, magnetic folk you know, imagine them
constituting the whole social world-no misfits, no
tense countenances, no sour leers, no preoccupied
brusqueness or physical handicap-and the whole
environment of life permeated with an ecstatic har-
mony as universal as air, and you get an idea of
my reflexions in those moments. I recall exclaim-
ing to myself:

"How happy everybody seems!-how
jolly!

Every person here conveys something that makes
me want to know him personally." Then with a
sense of shock it dawned upon me: "/ have known
everyone of these persons at some time or other,
personally, intimately! But they're sublimated now
- physically glorified-not as I knew them in life
at all."

I CANNOT make anyone underst and how natu-
ral it all seemed that I should be there. After that
first presentment of dying-which experience had
ended in the most kindly ministration-all terror
and strangeness left me and I never felt more alive.

It never occurred to me that I was in "heaven"
or if it did it occasioned me no more astonishme nt
that I should be there than that at some period of
my adolescent consciousness it had occurred to me
that I was on "earth" . After all, do we know much
more about the one than the other?

I had simply ended a queer voyage through
bluish void and found myself in a charming place
among affable worthwhile people who saw in me
something that amused them to the point of quiet
laughter. Yet not a laughter that I could resent. I
had no mad obsession to go off at once in search
of Diety or look up Abraham Lincoln or Julius
Caesar. I was quite content to stroll timidly in the
vicinity of the portico by which I had entered this
harmo]J.ious place and be greeted with pleasant nods
by persons whose individualities were uncannily
familiar.

They were conventionally garbed, these persons,
both men and women. I recall quite plainly that
11ome of the latter wore hats. The big, broad- .
shouldered, blue-eyed fellow in white duck who
had first received me with his hand beneath the
nape . of my neck always hovered in my vicinity,
I recall, and kept an eye on my whereabouts and
deportment . . . .

I pledge my prestige and reputation that I talked
with these people, identified many of them, called
others by their wrong names and was corrected,
saw and did things that night almost a year ago
that it is verboten for me to narrate in a magazine
article but which I recall with a minuteness of de-
tail as graphic as I see the keys of my typewriter
now under my fingers. Regardless of the fact that
imagin ation is the chief asset in one of my vocation,

I am not given to particularly graphic dreams. Cer-
tainly we never dream by the process of coming
awake first, knowing that we are suffering some
kind of heart or head attack, swooning and coming
abruptly conscious again in the arms of two kindly
persons who reassure one audibly that everything
is quite all right. Nor do the impressions of a
dream stay with us-at least they have never so
stayed with me-that after a year such an experi-
ence is as vivid as many of my experiences in Si-
beria during the late world war.

I went somewhere, penetrated to a distinct place
and had an actual physical experience. I found
myself an existing entity in a locality where per-
sons I had always called "dead" were not dead at
all. They were very much alive.

The termination of this journey-my exit so to
speak-was as peculiar as my advent.

Instantly, instead of real biliousness, I was
caught in a swirl of bluish vapor that seemed to
roll in from nowhere in particular. Instead of
plunging prone I was lifted and levitated. Up, up,
up I seemed to tumble / eet first despite the ludi-
crousness of the description. A long, swift, swirling
journey of this. And then something clicked. Some-
thing in my body. The best analogy is the sound my
repeating deer-rifle makes when I work the ejector
mechanism-a flat, metallic, automatic sensation.
Next I was sitting up in bed in my physical body
again, as wide awake as I am at this moment,
staring at the patch of window where the Cali-
fornia starlight was visible, and a reflexion of
physical exhaustion through my chest, diaphragm
and abdomen that lasted several minutes. Not any
digestive distress, you understand. Simply a great
weariness in my torso as though I had passed
through a great physical ordeal and my heart must
accelerate to make up the lost energy.
"That wasn't a dream!" I cried aloud. And my
voice awoke Laska who straightened to her
haunches.
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Anonymous
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No.165393
Very interesting article. I'm intrigued, after reading his reaction to his experience, in this man's political story.

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