Not bad, but I'm not going to gush quite as effluently as Kendra. I am left to ponder something, intentional or not, once an institution gains a monopoly/power it is loathe to surrender it, no matter how lofty their ideals. Did the Cathedral of Knowledge oppose the rival colleges, in loosing it's monopoly it seems to have flourished to the point of supporting 'hooligans' running around rather than classical stuffy academecians. Go to Comment
As far as shantytowns and slums go, this is rather plain. This makes me think of Anna Karina, the line goes something like 'All happy families are alike, and all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way'. The rich are rich, no matter where they are, while the poor vary from location to location, while the rich garb themselves in eccentricity and opulence, it is in the end left for history and trivia, while the actions and manners of the poor take on a life of their own.
Fried chicken, okra and indeed the better part of Southern American cuisine came from poor African slaves, who brought their techniques with them from Africa. While most everyone knows that foie gras, truffles, and caviar are haute cuisine, it's hard to find a place where fried chicken cannot be purchased. This is a single example, but it extends into all of the arts, the media, and culture in general. Go to Comment
I think the title is interesting, since ants contain formic acid, which is flammable. Otherwise, it seems to be a something between African Saifa (mean ants) and magically active army ants. This could better if there was some more detail in the activity of the ants. As it is, they just kinda maraud around. Perhaps there is a certain prey they follow, or they stick to ley lines, or the queen gives them orders. Go to Comment
This is a great codex, because just how often does the average band of PCs end up on the wrong side of the law? Brings in a more interesting and modern aspect that falls between exile and execution. Go to Comment
This is why we need a CAPTCHA at minimum, or required registration, so the posters will read what we are and not just post random posts like this. I am just pointing this out for everyone else to see. Go to Comment
I can see an alternate use for it. Say evil cultist had this really awesome demon summoning, the sacrificial virgin was really smokin hot, and the demon bowed lower than any had before, a crowing achievement for our evil cultist. Well, since he can't take a picture of it, or commemorate a stamp or monument, he could place the memory in the book. I would assume he wouldn't loose the memory himself, but would be able tto 'vacation' or 'daydream' through the book, grandstanding through his greatest achievements. He could allow subordinants a chance at the book as a reward for services rendered, or other such things.
I think this post deserves a higher rating than it has recieved thus far because of the initial associate with Harry Potter. People like momentos of their accomplishments.
While the 'Live Forever' aspect does resemble the plot of the Chamber of Secrets, I don't think that is what Moon meant, since he does state that the soul of the Evil Cultist is in no way attached to the book, it is a memory. A weak-willed reader who happens to view the afore mentioned sacrifice and demon submission might be hooked on the emotions of euphoria and power associated with the memory and try to head down the path of evil to create their own exquisite memory. Go to Comment
Earth Shattering? I don't think it is earth shattering, I just felt it was worthy of the 5 because it hit that Wow, I wish I had thought of that, and I do plan on using it in my limited gaming format, such as it is. Go to Comment
I can see a warning sign in the way the children play with the tainted toys from the chest. Enacting murders with dolls, famous massacres with toy soldiers, the sort of play that one associates with mad generals and sociopaths, not the innocent play of childhood. Evil evil evil. Go to Comment
In a way, I could see a haughty noble buying these on purpose to hide a servant's passage, to keep those damn grubby commoners out of sight when he tries to eat. The dust is a nice touch. Go to Comment