The Asylum

Details removed because of potential damage to those I care about

Just know I feel pretty fucked up and pretty fucked over

Have you ever wanted to break a mirror when you see one? I have. My reflection feels evil. My reflection grins at me falsely. My reflection is mocking me. I want to break the mirror and get rid of my reflection but of course, I know better than to be that silly.

I’d have to break all of them.

I’ve been busy lately. Actually I’m VERY busy. School, finals, work, and of course, roleplaying games. I’ve got a Scion game that a friend is running—I’m his assistant—and another game I’m running in which he’s my assistant.

I’ve been working on my second game for about a month now. It’s a completely homebrew system, entirely of my own devising. Which means, of course, that everybody is trying to poke their nose in somewhere to find an exploit for the rules, and I have to have the presence of mind to see that it’s bullshit and stop them in their tracks.

The plot so far has been pretty basic… rich kid needs escort from the south to the north, paying the equivalent of one half of a million dollars per head, yadda yadda. The way I’m running the game, though, I want suspicion cast throughout my players. To facilitate this, whenever their characters wouldn’t logically be able to watch what’s going on with another player’s character, that player is brought outside to do his rolls and such. Helps prevent metagaming, also keeps hidden any traitors. I’m encouraging traitors… unfortunately I haven’t really got many takers. I probably will later. And if someone isn’t going to be doing anything with their rolls, I find some excuse to keep them for an extra few minutes—talking about the game and such—to make sure the others don’t know that they didn’t do anything important. Keep suspicion up. :3

If anybody sees this and is interested, I’d be more than happy to start writing up a rulebook and such to send to you! :D

Hi there! I’m insane! Okay so not really. Weeeellll my psychiatrist insists I’m probably not. And I agree with him! On… on good days. But I have lots of those!

This is my little cell in an internet asylum, from which I’ll be shouting either gibberish or nuggets of valuable wisdom. And you, walking by outside, can listen, point and laugh, or ignore as you see fit. Or even poke me with a stick! …Metaphorically! :D

See, I couldn’t figure out which of my varied interests to focus on, being that I’m a man (?) with many, many varied facets. So I’m just going to end up saying whatever the hell I want and damn if I care who does or more likely doesn’t listen. After all, who in their right mind is walking through the halls of an asylum? …Presumably everyone in their right mind in the asylum to begin with, actually. That was kind of stupid of me. Anyway, poke about, read some stuff, laugh at me, et cetera! You’re in the Bedlam House; enjoy listening to the sweet symphony of the inmates, and have fun reading their scribblings on the walls!