kingtycoon | my favorite animals all have two legs (Reply)

For once - well, intermittently this is the case - but lately I feel overworked - I got to take my evening constitutional. Ordinarily, well, historically - I used to walk the graveyard & back up through little italy. I was tired & depleted possibly as a consequence of having gotten covid? Anyway - the thing is, before I moved over here I would make that stride - but now getting to the cemetery is half the trip I'd formerly taken so walking it after - that's 8-9 miles. I can do it, but it's tough. So easing back I go to forest hills park where Rockefeller used to live (as opposed to the cemetery where he's buried). In time to see the goose-style duckies. Goslings but I think: "Duckie". They're great. So many too. If someone opposes the canada goose I think that person is depraved & sick in their mind it's a solid animal. Some of the last of the north american megafauna, or whatever passes for megafauna in the hard-mode continent.

Long walks to clear the mind. I gotta go back today to do some voting but I'm disinclined. I will I guess but participating in the state seems more and more like a pointless ritual - a waste of time & a blunting of force. IN the totalitarian state the only freedom is in crime I guess? Rough because of how overpolice we all are here but it seems like more people are feeling it, more people are gathering at the edge of the status quo. Great Malaise II?

I make it home in the twilight & have a good long think. Tonight I got some D&D - the Iollan Riparia - it's gonna be a pretty good book when I finish it I think. The concepts and the links are strong & the players have rally responded. Tonight they're going to Upper Woefield after a year of downtime while the toll road got built. Easy access to the highlands means they can finally get to this town that they've heard about & seek out a way into the cursed city of Ulta, mother of civilizations. Upper Woefield will have an event when they get there - the Man of Stone - which is the town's William Tell like local lore. Once the lord was brutal & ruthless - he came to town to punish the folk. The headman of the town refused & was to be punished- dragged by horses down the hill. But the man was invincible, from the hills, made of stone, the horses tired & he laughed at the lord's men & their spears turned away at his body. Now everyone celebrates this in the town. The people drink up potions to turn themselves into rock, a little, and they get drug around by horses in a kind of race. Anyhow I think the alchemist they go to meet will have a mononoke edge about it, where he treats the injured or amputees by grafting on limbs of rock - so that the place attracts the injured from around he country who come to live there & prosper.

I think that's a fun, scenic hook - something to draw the players in, imaginative. We'll see.

Meantime work, work softened - yesterday I fixed a lot & the overwhelming crises of last week have been mitigated. It's honestly hard to focus on work as a priority. It seems more and more that everything is smoldering, ready to burn, more & more like there's no future past the next quarter. We'll see, we'll see, we'll see I guess. All together.