tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110535772024-03-14T09:17:28.032-04:00Descent into Depths!Descent into Depths is an old school 1st Edition AD&D adventure run by the Infinity Group.Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.comBlogger3822125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-48452568054034165992012-07-03T10:05:00.000-04:002012-07-03T10:05:19.038-04:00Theodore Koppel, Skeleton.And sometimes...
...we don't even know what they reflect.
<a href="http://stellar.io/markkat">http://stellar.io/markkat</a>Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-59691713228916137742012-07-03T09:42:00.000-04:002012-07-03T09:57:21.501-04:00And sometimes......we don't even know what they reflect.
<a href="http://stellar.io/markkat">http://stellar.io/markkat</a>Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-34661550401726166702009-01-25T11:54:00.002-05:002009-01-25T11:54:52.833-05:00DiD lives on.<a href="http://www.descentintodepths.blogspot.com/">A new hope.</a>Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-89780095027144064872007-11-12T08:41:00.001-05:002007-11-12T08:42:13.251-05:00Behold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzdZhptnf19Elw3OhhODFKeZMQgKZcghrEYiOEBfcjbYBIFfZ7MdTniEpmXPfcXpM-KD3FsVdyWqAy1hQMbNj7josr7PxKuOUbZNRDCaisgoa-O_fkiIqejKaxm2nOEm5ElIDmw/s1600-h/beholder.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzdZhptnf19Elw3OhhODFKeZMQgKZcghrEYiOEBfcjbYBIFfZ7MdTniEpmXPfcXpM-KD3FsVdyWqAy1hQMbNj7josr7PxKuOUbZNRDCaisgoa-O_fkiIqejKaxm2nOEm5ElIDmw/s400/beholder.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131948709694073954" /></a>Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-60653920993225845712007-10-16T13:04:00.001-04:002007-10-16T13:05:16.151-04:00Sprechen Die Wahrheit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ8nCsFMfWA/RxTvQSaWk6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/dxW_POKRbaQ/s1600-h/up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ8nCsFMfWA/RxTvQSaWk6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/dxW_POKRbaQ/s400/up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121981739326411682" border="0" /></a>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-41029352864706559362007-10-10T13:31:00.001-04:002007-10-10T13:33:12.732-04:00Or is it?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIo9cQBxw2VlNBY6J46FyFgKXEd57IoxrVHzl10ymcWMSv4otFM1iF8hyLLISl-861af8gPo9t-1HbNCk3ZLxIunRaDQOuqH4wViqk4XDjz9PaJkuiRNdHIzFlElaMAOulAxVug/s1600-h/halloween-andrewsue.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIo9cQBxw2VlNBY6J46FyFgKXEd57IoxrVHzl10ymcWMSv4otFM1iF8hyLLISl-861af8gPo9t-1HbNCk3ZLxIunRaDQOuqH4wViqk4XDjz9PaJkuiRNdHIzFlElaMAOulAxVug/s400/halloween-andrewsue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119762381621392034" /></a>Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-61262022409835262922007-10-08T11:45:00.000-04:002007-10-08T11:46:35.273-04:00Yes It's Really Over<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ8nCsFMfWA/RwpQ1CaWk5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/l8svokInfuk/s1600-h/fin.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ8nCsFMfWA/RwpQ1CaWk5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/l8svokInfuk/s400/fin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118992798570681234" border="0" /></a>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-53092525339338053502007-09-05T15:54:00.001-04:002007-09-06T15:02:46.504-04:00Theodore Koppel, ShopperOh yeah!<br /><br />I buy some trash bags, a gallon of milk, and a copy of "Huskies".Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-24993183148847167932007-09-05T10:29:00.000-04:002007-09-05T10:30:10.057-04:00Theodore Koppel, Skeleton.Oh, I also get a torch, and some flint and tinder.<br /><br />Can I get a water-tight case for that flint and tinder?Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-41479383262715363662007-08-24T10:30:00.000-04:002007-08-24T10:31:32.577-04:00Theodore Koppel, Skeleton.I buy a mule, a 10' pole, a lantern, and 50' of rope.<br /><br />Oh, I also get some low soft boots.Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-14215091622629637362007-08-21T12:27:00.000-04:002007-08-21T12:28:47.617-04:00DagRetconning a bit...<br /><br />I don't follow Ted through the mirror, but rather, I write "The land of Naked Albino Midgets" in the book and go through THAT mirror.<br /><br />Now we're talkin'Dag the Holy Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07845655374045375715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-81833491015721592822007-08-20T21:52:00.001-04:002007-08-20T21:52:28.144-04:00Don't Worry, I'll Save This Blog<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">What happened to the mic?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Yo I bent this.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Like my Bentley<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Cuz after 32 beers and a fifth<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I didn’t even see that tree.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Walk with me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">While I rip this<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Quickly<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I got more sense than Fifty<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">My rhymes earn my recompense<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">While my beats make the milk pillows jiggle<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Like lil chillun<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Dancin to the Wiggles<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I get all the pussy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Like Biggles-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">-Worth, from <st1:country-region st="on">Peru</st1:country-region> to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Perth</st1:place></st1:City><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Actually, all over the Earth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>The Tizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17690638204865904159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-30084444132752869492007-08-20T13:16:00.000-04:002007-08-20T13:17:58.625-04:00Theodore Koppel, Lich OverlordNot so fast.<br /><br />I point the bone wand at myself and command: SKELTONIZE BITCH!!!!<br /><br />Ha ha ha!!! I am a Lich!!!<br /><br />I then commence scaring children.Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-19289970695270154622007-08-19T22:27:00.001-04:002007-08-19T22:27:43.474-04:00Theodore KoppelGot a quarter?Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-20740143586672522952007-08-17T19:14:00.001-04:002007-08-17T19:15:15.472-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ8nCsFMfWA/RsYr_h8CzMI/AAAAAAAAACM/cBFt7-ImwOM/s1600-h/gameover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ8nCsFMfWA/RsYr_h8CzMI/AAAAAAAAACM/cBFt7-ImwOM/s400/gameover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099811998485630146" border="0" /></a>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-27734793503241312942007-08-17T19:12:00.000-04:002007-08-17T19:14:49.939-04:00The EndOkay, Troll Doctor becomes a skeleton. You command him to fight the other trolls and he does. You roll some dice and do some damage and win the fight. You explore the dungeon and fight some monsters and get some treasure and there you go.<br /><br />Outside, the world turns and decays. You go on a quest somewhere. You return home. Eventually, you die.<br /><br />Somewhere, a new challenger approaches, and solves the campaign and wins.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-83808478265381632962007-08-14T22:00:00.001-04:002007-08-17T14:56:07.841-04:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOanWZe5h6TJDF55fuxKhSTR9YCnHEiZxFQ8LzN5I2ixRfzzAQgk51OvkHZYr-J8yjSonnbuGwUYWvR7vEwdIP3-zE_9qYwa-BgWQhzDGnNUaXoNhO-P4LUBnyx-auRFFVmAbljg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOanWZe5h6TJDF55fuxKhSTR9YCnHEiZxFQ8LzN5I2ixRfzzAQgk51OvkHZYr-J8yjSonnbuGwUYWvR7vEwdIP3-zE_9qYwa-BgWQhzDGnNUaXoNhO-P4LUBnyx-auRFFVmAbljg/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099745225194614882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdJMxOU9rMM9W85C1_uRuUswvxAcKw2M4plu4TcEunh_3jP-jGxxMnQoGKDuQkGbC49swdhWSite9i6PT-8rvQHKRaEjzguvWU-dB3qaOOb72C11gn4izJpgUf-yisKjMUY8nPQ/s1600-h/cricket1.jpg"><br /></a>Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-11541770226712420862007-08-13T10:51:00.001-04:002007-08-13T10:54:48.676-04:00Theodore KoppelAAHHH!!!<br /><br />I'm a bit concerned about Captain Prostate. I don't think he's following sterile procedure.<br /><br />Pointing my Bone Wand at him, I shout: "SKELTONIZE BITCH!!!!".Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-71776588153877671722007-08-10T00:45:00.000-04:002007-08-11T15:12:55.698-04:00It Was Steve Vanilla's BadReginald tells you it's a Skeleton Wand. Whatever you point it at becomes a Skeleton, if you say the key word. "Be careful with that thing." He hands it back to you. "The key word is 'SKELTONIZE, BITCH!' I guess that's two key words, but you know, whatever. And yeah, no second e. 'SKELTON'. Like 'SKELTER' but '-ON', right? Cool item."<br /><br />You keep Reginald's Star Badge. He seems not to notice. He welcomes his Visa card back and his gold. "Right. Good, I almost had to go on-line and cancel this thing. Anyway, you just write something in the Book of Mirrors and the Magic Pen of Mirrors uses Magic Ink of Mirrors to make a Magic Mirror of Mirrors that takes you to The Magic Place. It's so fucking rad. It's powered by the sun, did you know that? That's what that big mural shit is outside. SUN POWER."<br /><br />You add another entry to the book.<br /><br />"Sorry, no Illusionist spells. I don't swing that way."<br /><br />...<br /><br /><br />Reginald buffs his nails and sighs. "Yeah. I am- er, was- the last guy on earth."<br /><br />"So, I came out of cold storage about five years ago. Been here ever since, waiting and monitoring the skies. The Academy might come back. They went to The First Moon in a transport. That was the last of 'em."<br /><br />"See, about... mmm. Twenty years ago? Basically everyone died. Some moron named 'Steve Vanilla' from some weird science lab created these like shadow virus time warp things or something. I really, really- I mean really- have no fucking clue what they were. At the time, we were up in space examining what we thought were pieces of The Second Moon, so when all the shit happened, we weren't there to die."<br /><br />"At first we thought it was a big joke- I mean, come on. How many awful movies are about the end of the world after some bozo scientist makes some crazy disease or super weapon or gates in a demon or shit like that? We thought it was just the boys back home sending us comic strip bullshit for laughs."<br /><br />"Nope. It happened. Twenty years ago, everyone died, except those of us in space. No one knows why."<br /><br />He watches as the Tenth Mirror shimmers gold to your touch.<br /><br />"Anyway, we drew straws. I faked it and snapped my straw in half out of the fucking goodness of my heart or something. Holding the short straw, I was the guy. I'd go into cryogenic stasis for a while to give the other guys time to figure shit out. Then I'd thaw out and maintain the stations, just in case they came back or needed help or sent a message or something."<br /><br />"But nothing. No signals. No signs. No people, except for you guys, and the 'staff' I've got here. STARDEVIL, GLASS BOY, and THE ILLUSIONARY KID. More comic book rejects. The latter two you scared off."<br /><br />"The Hall of Mirrors here basically connects the entire distributed system. Feel free to do, well whatever. See ya around, heroes."<br /><br />Reginald tenderly touches his broken nose. You have no idea what he's talking about. You exit through the mirror...<br /><br />...<br /><br />...INTO BATTLE WITH THREE TROLLS. INITIATIVE.<br /><br />One of the trolls wears a loincloth and a giant wristwatch as a belt. He starts up a magic chainsaw and bellows "<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">HEY KIDS WHAT TIME IS IT??!</span>" <span style="font-style: italic;">Bzzz... bbzzzzz BZZZZZZZ</span><br /><br />The second troll wears a black rubber smock and one of those doctor headlamp things. He carries an enormous, rusty, gore-encrusted speculum. "<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Are you gentlemen of a certain age? Are you 'at risk' for prostate cancer? Let's get you open and find out harr harr ehgmgm</span>" A prostate cancer awareness pamphlet is taped to his smock.<br /><br />The third troll wears a plastic sack that reads <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">FLAM RETARDA</span>. He carries a can of hairspray and a lighter and drools.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-6226804562876801982007-08-09T13:02:00.000-04:002007-08-09T13:03:17.094-04:00Theodore KoppelI nod politely to Reginald and usher Dag through the mirror with the others.<br /><br />I will also bugger Threnody.Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-53899405640221253142007-08-09T09:44:00.000-04:002007-08-09T10:20:25.406-04:00DagIf he'll let me... I'll CLW Reginald. BR 4.<br /><br />"Reginald, I know you may <em>think</em> you're the last person on earth, but perhaps you're mistaken? or perhaps we are mistaken. We did get our asses knocked out... and then woke up in the basement... hmmm. Can you show us on a map where we are?"Dag the Holy Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07845655374045375715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-71067247295137780552007-08-08T10:18:00.001-04:002007-08-08T10:33:09.971-04:00Theodore KoppelHuh. I wonder what would have happened if I stepped through the mirror.<br /><br />Hey Reggie, er... I mean, hey Reg, how specific does this thing here get? Can it take us anywhere? I'll give you your visa and 100 coins back if you let us use it.<br /><br />Also, you don't happen to have a Illusionist spellbook lying around or anything? And: can you figure out what my Bone Wand does? -No, I'm not making a bad joke. Really, have a look.<br /><br />BTW, no one took the Star Badge. -It's in my pocket.<br /><br />After we rest up, I thank Reginald and write: "<span style="font-style: italic;">3rd level dungeon</span>" in the book. I then quickly shuffle my party through the mirror.Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-75523259538328228102007-08-07T15:05:00.001-04:002007-08-07T15:19:01.968-04:00Worse Than Brazilians"You like the name CHAOS, huh? Personally I think it's a bit over the top. If Lozen and Parsifal were here, I'd pass on your compliment."<br /><br />...<br /><br />You enter the kitchen. There's some food and stuff. There's a 19-year old girl reading the new Harry Potter book. Reginald scowls and beats her on the head with a rolled-up magazine. "Go on, git! Get out of here! Scram! Shoo!" He chases her off, and rolls his eyes in exasperation. "God, I'll tell ya. Worse than Brazilians."<br /><br />...<br /><br />You enter the Hall of Mirrors while Reginald cleans up the kitchen. You add your name to the Book under the other names. Your name lights up with a gold flash, and one of the mirrors momentarily shimmers. Reginald comes down and says "Uh, well alright. Don't really know what you're doing, do ya?"<br /><br />The list of names in the book is now:<br /><br />1) Gorgos<br />2) Twilos<br />3) Orbane<br />4) Greyhelm<br />5) <span style="font-style: italic;">scratched out</span><scratched><br />6) Yrdras<br />7) FPI Mainstation<br />8) Aea Deepstation<br />9) <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Mr. Theodore D. Koppel, R.I.</span><br />10) <span style="font-style: italic;">blank</span><blank><br />11) <span style="font-style: italic;">blank</span><blank><br />12) </blank></blank></scratched><span style="font-style: italic;">scratched out</span><scratched><blank><blank> <scratched></scratched></blank></blank></scratched>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-35883432129115810552007-08-06T10:19:00.000-04:002007-08-06T10:23:42.387-04:00Theodore KoppelIndeed.<br /><br />I am off the cart. I tell Reg that CHAOS is pretty cool, in fact.<br /><br />Two inquiries:<br /><br />1) What of interest is in the kitchen? I search it: 1d6: 1. Awesome.<br /><br />2) Are there any names in the book? If so, I'll add my own: <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">Mr. Theodore D. Koppel, R.I.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span>Jimmy Swillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549837261062727446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11053577.post-10257450235871008392007-08-03T19:31:00.000-04:002007-08-03T19:48:31.198-04:00Welcome to CHAOS"'Quid pro quo', huh? 'Quid pro quo?' You just beat me up and killed STARDEVIL. What kind of 'quid' are you looking for? Jesus Christ on a Cross."<br /><br />"Alright, fine. Give me my stuff back and untie me. I guess you're HERE and you're REAL and you're not DEAD which is a vast improvement over the other... well, the other stuff I have going on. And don't call me 'Reggie'."<br /><br />You graciously give Reginald his stuff back and untie him, keeping a skeptical eye 'lest he start to cast again. He wipes his bloody nose on his sleeve and regards the blood.<br /><br />"Well, huh. Welcome to my house. This is it. The Chadrean Astronomical Observatory. CHAOS, heh heh. Huh, yeah, it's a retarded acronym. Not my idea. I just drew the short straw and had to stick around after everyone else left. That's an awfully long story... you can't seriously not know what I'm talking about. Anyway. I'm making some soup, come on in. You guys seem pretty clueless, where'd you come from anyway?"Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04826505034983909573noreply@blogger.com0