Still reeling from the sinking of Albion as divine punishment for leaving the Greatest Union that Ever Was and Will Be (RIP Von!), it is difficult to put into words the raging torrent of emotion churning through me at the achievement of my 100th post. Horniness, self-satisfaction, burning hatred, hunger, envy, self-satisfaction, heroin deprivation, indefinable emptiness, more self-satisfaction and indeed, the fatalistic mirthfullness of the damned and the confidence that one gains from realising that nothing really matters or is even real. In short, the entirety of the rich tapestry of human experience. I stand transfixed as I read my own words back at me because they are just that great, and I wrote over 100 posts worth of them.
To congratulate myself on this momentous achievement I have decided to take some time off from my habitual setting posting, rpg reviewing, carcosa playthroughs and ranting at social justice in gaming to take some time off to talk with you, the unwashed proletariat that is my brown dwarf star to the vast black interstellar gulfs of loneliness of the internet.
To thank you, indeed, humbly, man to man (or ladyperson), for your kindness, wit, insight, handsomeness and general uprightness. You are my muse and without you I would have had to resort to scribbling my thoughts onto the walls of a padded cell or perhaps in the margins of children’s books stolen from the local library and then giddily returned whilst the librarian who will be old and not like a sexy librarian will look at me with dissaproval and postmenopausal lust in her cataracted bespactacled eyes.
One suffers but one must also endure and in enduring grow strong, as they say in Shrak’kt’lor, and this past year has been bereft of suffering and filled to the brim with enduring. My prose has gotten better with diligent practice, my setting is getting somewhere, I have discovered some awesome games in the course of my reviewing escapades and my readership has increased over the first year, with only occasional Rpgpundit baiting to serve as advertisement. I expect nothing less then an improvement in the years to come.
Since I am nothing if not eager to learn and improve I devote the comment section to you, my lovely readers. Give me your suggestions, feedback and thinly veiled expressions of absolute contempt. What would you like to see MORE off? Please note that all of these will function much like the Dutch Referendum in the sense that it is advisory and I am in no way obligated to do anything with this information.
For now, this has been Prince, signing off. Pop open the champaigne and drink to my good health. I will see you at the 200 mark.
Also YDIS needs a fucking podcast.