Time for another Weekly Wednesday blog post.

I reckon it's time to educate y'all on the flavours and shapes a lie can come in.

Weird subject to talk about, huh? But I bet you're curious.

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So, I met the goal for doing weekly blogs. I'll start adding the promised names from the Patreon as soon as the first proverbial cheque clears, and the site starts giving me the details of the obligations I got.

Unfortunately for you, you get another rambling tale of a tabletop game I ran. Clever pieces and dissection of characters later. I've gotta get these all down before I forget what happened, and I think this is already from December 10.

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Paranoia Session Writeup

Wow. So, uh, that Patreon number got... big.

Looks like I'm going to have to start doing these weekly, huh?

Well.

The next Paranoia session seems to be as good a place to start as any. I was going to post this in one part, but I forgot just how much had happened.

Hopefully, the rest will go up tomorrow.

Let's re-introduce our heroes? Shall we?

Team Leader: Professional Russian, Aggressive Meditator

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So the doctor's news was pretty bad. Best option for me at the moment is an emergency, potent AP med I can only take once every three days or so, to prevent myself from attuning to it.

It's a pretty bandaid fix for now, but I'm going to be grateful for it.

Because of that, I finally grew the balls required to make myself a Patreon. Per update, of course, because that's an incentive. Whipcracking, hyah!

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So, in about 12 hours from now, I'm seeing a doctor who is either telling me bad new, terrible news or the worst news. That fucking sucks. When your best case scenario is bad news from your doctor, your Dungeon Master is a fucking arsehole and you're obviously playing a homebrewed Paranoia campaign.

Stealth Train's much more preferable, don't you think?

When we last left our intrepid "Heroes" they were about to get a visit from Arnold-B, their Blue commander-in-chief.

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No, I didn't forget. Just ended up getting visitation rights to my brother for Christmas lunch, ended up spending it with him in hospital. Ended up watching him read my last blog post, cried like a baby at the author's note. Never seen that before.

Anyway! I'm pushing it back to New Years. The next socially acceptable time to be hungover the next morning. Sounds like one hell of a plan.

In the mean time! In the mean time!

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So, before I talk about playing Paranoia with actual communist physicists:

I would like to take a moment to discuss with you all A Plan

You see, it's Christmas Eve. I have here a large bottle of bourbon, I'm a mentally ill writer, and I have a killer egg nog recipe. You know that that means? Tradition!

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So this is a thing.

I've actually been following this blog for a little while. First few posts need some serious editing, which is why I haven't shared it, but it's always cool to see something like this done so locally (as locally as "on my continent, problem" can be).

The allure of a steam voucher for linking to it, though, is a bit too good to pass up.

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Something too short to be made into a story, too long to just throw away, and too... whatever it is to adapt into something else.

So, I thought I'd bring back a flash fiction segment one more time.

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