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Remembering the Beginning

I was remembering how I first began a lifelong fascination with tabletop role-playing games and was considering what they meant to me. It occurs to me that the reasons that I latched onto them may also be relevant to some of you. So here is the story… Before, discovering gaming, life was pretty quiet and…

The Scorpion and the Shattered Mol

The cops came to Charlie’s Jazz Bar afterhours. The call: a break in. I planned to sit back in my Marmon and keep a watch, let the cops handle it, but shots rang out; the long, steady spray of a Thompson submachine gun. The police were returning fire with their pistols–so much for sitting. …

The Scorpion, the assassin, and the Goblin Damned

Thunder rolled in the night. The assassin fell hard. I replaced my jambiya dagger, into its scabbard. Mayor Altor, referred to by many as The Goblin Damned for his cleverness, continued his speech, unaware how close he came to an assassin’s bullet. Words are cheap…and life is cheaper. The Mayor looked small, so far below,…

The Scorpion and the Strange Black Bag

My sixty-two cent dinner crawled up my throat as I whipped the 32 Marmon, cutting off the wounded Ford. Both vehicles came to a metal grinding stop. The Greek festival parade was passing a block or so behind us, oblivious to the whole thing. Its music, cheers and fireworks covered the noise of the conflict.…

The Scorpion and the Dawn-Slayer

I watched as Detective Wiley ducked inside the chemical plant. Glass from the windshield was still lodged in my shoulder and leg; they hurt like hell. The Dawn-Slayer put a brick through the windshield of the 33 Marmon…lost control…hit a steel post. The accident left me disoriented. Can’t let that stop me now; I finally…