Worm Fodder: Aengus Fanaiochtla

Aengus was a great character. Shame I didn't get to play him longer. He was only a oneshot character, though. The oneshot's premise and setting was great, but no continuations have come to fruition. Alas. Might-have-beens aren't worth weeping about. Except for Elise. COME BACK, ELISE! Ahem.

NAME: Aengus Fanaiochtla

SYSTEM: DnD 5e

LIFESPAN: Oneshot

ABOUT: Government scribe with delusions of poetic grandeur. Assigned to a supernatural-investigation task force. Speaker with the dead.

NOTABLE FEATS: Helping cover up the death of the local mayor, which was caused by another member of the investigation task force; investigating a series of supernatural deaths; speaking with several corpses; surviving an attack by a separate investigation party; helping unleash an extraplanar monster; cutting off an elf's fingers to help banish the extraplanar monster.

CAUSE OF DEATH: Shot by a fellow investigator who blamed him for the monster's escape.

Backlog Blitz: SNES, Week Seventeen, "

I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel at this point. About fifteen games left to play, some of which will inevitably not be worth even reviewing. So probably two-to-three weeks left of the SNES Backlog Blitz. Then it's on to the Sega Genesis. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Make it stop. Make it stooooooop. 

Last Month's Books: "A Thin Sliver of Hope in the Dark of the Mediocre"

I say it almost every Friday night, but, it's been a long week. I am very tired. Popcorn, movie, sleep. (Not Deadpool, sadly. I don't have the energy to go to that right now. Maybe next weekend). Anyway, I've finally started stepping up my book-reading, which is good, I guess. Yay me. Since I only have three categories of reviews (books/comics, movies/tv, and games), I'm not going to put everything I read/watched/played in one month into one post, since I'd run out faster than I replenished the backlog of reviews. So yeah. Yay. 

Story: "Statement at the Automation of Tuskar Rock Lighthouse"

The sea hungers for me. For six generations, the men of my family have kept the Tuskar Rock lighthouse, off the Irish coast at County Wexford.  Even before the lighthouse was built, the sea devoured us. As my thrice-great-grandad and thirteen others laboured building the lighthouse tower, the sea rose up and swept them into the deeps. Only two men survived, an old Manx-man laborer, and my twice-great-grandad.

Well, we built that lighthouse. And my family, we manned it, ever since my twice-great-grandad's day. We were the only ones fool enough to--for the sea round Tuskar Rock is greedy. Oh yes. One hundred seventy-six ships the sea here has claimed, since first we began our watch, and no doubt more besides. Aer Lingus flight 712 crashed within sight of our lighthouse, and we watched the sea swallow those passengers down.

Worm Fodder: The Right Reverend Bhagwhan Rhaneesh

Ah, the Right Reverend. He was... Interesting. You'd think a charlatan like him would have been better at pretending to be a religious figure. But he wasn't. Instead he was very clearly a sleazeball. And so much fun to play. (Also, I'm skipping Aloysius the Sane for now since he is--technically--still an active character). 

NAME: The Right Reverend Bhagwhan Rhaneesh

SYSTEM: D&D 5e

ABOUT: A charlatan who, while pretending to be a Reverend of the Path of the Golden Rays, accidentally made a pact with the King In Yellow, an Outer Being with decidedly devious leanings. This turned him from a common charlatan into a warlock-posing-as-preacher. He possessed a terrible, unfounded hatred of dwarves. (When your life revolves around conning people out of their money, a race of Scottish misers is a nightmare). 

GREATEST FEATS: Surviving as long as he did in a party half-filled with dwarves; managing to keep his warlock class hidden for a surprisingly long time despite casting "agonizing blast" repeatedly; causing multiple civilian casualties after casting an illusion which made a massive fire appear to have been quenched; surviving a zombie outbreak (which he helped start) and orc warband; being half-eaten by a door mimic; being slowly team-killed across multiple sessions due to "accidents" triggered by anti-dwarf racism. 

CAUSE OF DEATH: Stumbled into river canyon and drowned after being tripped by the dwarf paladin. 

Worm Fodder: Quincy Sweetleaf

Ah, Quincy Sweetleaf. By far one of my favorite characters to play as. If I felt like goofing off, I had him partake in some opium. If I felt like playing the hero, I had him abstain. If we needed some comic relief, in came the perennially-renamed manservant. He did a little bit of everything, if not well. (Seriously, his contributions to combat were...limited. Blackpowder guns are not all that great... But I wanted a Colonial British "Great White Hunter" style feel to him, so... Guns it was.)

NAME: Quincy Sweetleaf

SYSTEM: D&D 3.5e

LIFESPAN: 10+ sessions, and into the sunset.

ABOUT: A moderately-wealthy half-elf urban ranger with severe parental abandonment issues, an opium addiction, racial superiority complex, and an invisible manservant named "Geoffrey," "Luke," "Nibblesworth," "Jeeves," "Nigel," "Alfred," and many many more. 

NOTABLE FEATS: Quitting opium during a fever dream involving melting goblins and an ace of spades; facing down a mechanical dragon; surviving the Great Yellow Flood of '78; instigating the overthrow of an elven racial purity program (if only because he didn't think it went far enough...); joining a resistance movement against an expansionist king; learning societal norms; helping save the universe, I guess.

CAUSE OF DEATH: Survived campaign, although he probably died in a bar fight after implying elves were superior one too many times. 

Poem Tuesday: "Koutí"

Like something out of Pandora's Box,
My love for you has winged
Its way into the world,
And cannot be recaptured.

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Someone I know got engaged today. He's unbelievably happy and excited. Aaaaaand then there's me over here in the corner writing happy little poems like this. Hey, I can see the humor in things!