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[sigerson]

Last night MrTheMan and I watched Kill Bill Vol. 1. The last third really needs a new title: night of a million billion ninjas. Sooooo many ninjas! Well, okay, they were yakuza, really. Dammit, I say ninjas.

Still working over what I think of the movie. I definitely enjoyed it, but I'm waiting to see the second half before I know if it's really _good_. There are many movies which are good, but which I didn't enjoy, and vice versa. Example: Requiem for a Dream. Amazing movie. Incredible. Really, really don't want to see it again anytime soon. Or Dracula. Lots of fun and I love watching it, but I'm aware of its flaws.

Running Orb game tonight...I have to make exit plans for two characters whose players are going to be elsewhere for school! Sigh. And "anvil outta nowhere" won't work.

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Raining Anvils

[ellinor.livejournal.com]

Ah, but an Anvil outta nowhere might work well.

On the other hand, that joke really only makes any sense at all if you read M's story hour. And that can be quite time consuming. So feel free to ignore, unless you want to read some really good writing about a fun campaign.

:)

Re: Raining Anvils

[ellinor.livejournal.com]

Or you could always send the characters to go study a sudden purple squirrel migration . . .

below: overlong quote from the aforementioned story hour authored by M, in which she relates DM fajitas' explanation of the long absence of a character (upon his return):

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Having scoured the room in the sewers for any other clues, the party quickly hurries back aboveground. Anvil sends Dennis to the Temple of the Justicars to find Tenacious and bring him up to speed on recent events. The rest of the party briskly makes their way across the quad towards Professor Alexandra’s office, when suddenly, a familiar voice suddenly cries out behind them, “Hey! Where’re you going?”

There, standing in the middle of the quad, is Hue. He smiles and waves. The ferret, perched on his shoulder, eyes the wreckage suspiciously.

Hue smiles a little less when he gets within nose-shot of them. “You guys stink! Where have you been?”

“The sewers!” Lira replies brightly.

“Forget that,” says Reyu, “where have you been?”

“Oh!” Says Hue, as though he had quite forgotten that he had been gone. “I had to go. There was a purple squirrel migration.”

“A what?”

“A migration. Of purple squirrels.”

**********
some weeks earlier…

Thomas Wellsome thought he had found the ideal job in the reference section of the Great Library of Dar Pykos. The Great Library is the foremost research collection of the Darine Confederacy, and while it does attract scholars from throughout the Halmae, Thomas’ days are, for the most part—

“Hey! Would you like to read my book on squirrels?”

—quiet.

“No,” Thomas replies, “I’m really quite busy.”

The small man who has been—as far as Thomas can tell—living in the stacks for the last few weeks looks up at him critically. “You don’t look busy.”

“Well, I am.”

“With what?”

Thomas has been having some variation of this conversation at least twice a day for the last week and half. “You know,” Thomas finally bursts out, “I hear there’s a purple squirrel migration going on right now outside the city. You should check it out for your research.”

“Wow,” says Hue. “I’ve never heard of squirrels migrating before.”

“You could probably write the definitive work on the subject… Unless someone else gets out there to observe it first.”

The ferret rolls its eyes and buries his head in his paws.

Hue stares at the librarian in amazement. “You’re right… I better get going then. Thanks!”

With that, the little man leaves, and the reference section is quiet once again.

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“We didn’t find any though,” Hue says agreeably. “Maybe next year.”

The ferret rolls his eyes.

Hue continues undeterred, “You guys really do stink, you know.” With that, he casts prestidigitation and soon all traces of the party’s subterranean adventure have been erased.

While this is going on, Euro scampers off Lira’s shoulder and has a quick consult with the ferret. He comes back with a report:

Well Boss, he says that’s what they were doing… I mean, they didn’t see any purple squirrels, but… not for lack of looking, you know what I mean?

Lira nods, replying mentally, “I’ve never even heard of regular squirrels migrating.”

I don’t know from squirrels, Boss… I myself, have never felt the urge, not that… you know, urges yeah, but not migrating. Sure, we came South from Dar Henna, but that was a you thing, Boss, you know?

Lira merely nods, scratching Euro behind the ears. The weasel continues. Hey Boss, I bet… if it’d been you and me looking for those squirrels… we could have found ‘em Boss.

[sylvantechie.livejournal.com]

I have to make exit plans for two characters whose players are going to be elsewhere for school! Sigh. And "anvil outta nowhere" won't work.

Speaking of ninjas, there's always... Supplies!!!

On a [slightly] more serious note, good luck with character exit, it's tricky.

[sal-sal.livejournal.com]

Okay, honestly, my first thought when I read "Running Orb game tonight" was "Emily plays soccer?"

Yeah, I get it now. But MAN, was I confused.

Hit on the head by a rock...

[anu3bis.livejournal.com]

Let's see, I've used:

==Fallen overboard, presumed dead
==Off training with ghost master
==Hit on the head by a rock
==Out sick
==Holding down the fort. base. etc
==Magically asleep
==Sucked into another dimension

My favorite is to have something really untoward happen and turn it into a one-shot, but that's only for folks that tried really hard to make it and still couldn't.