"There is a black sun which is not visible to the human eye. It is our beacon and its fire burns within us." -- Akkadian temple inscription



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Black Sun

Steven Kaye's irregularly updated blog

My iBook's being repaired by the good people at Apple. Seems it decided it would rather not charge up when an adapter was plugged in, thank you very much. On the bright side, I now have the stylish (and much less of a pain in the ass) 'white brick' model AC adapter, rather than the annoying as hell, clumsy piece of misdesign 'hockey puck' model. Now all I need is my computer back, hopefully before I visit my friends in Vermont July 4th weekend. Picked up The Darker Side: Generations of Horror, the follow-up to John Pelan's Darkside: Horror for the Next Millennium. Overall, I have to say I was underwhelmed. Shikhar Dixit's story "Asian Gothic" impressed me, I liked the central conceit of Lucy Taylor's "Unspeakable," Tom Piccirilli's "The Misfit Child Grows Fat On Despair" was suitably odd, Seth Lindberg's "Spirits of the Flesh" had a nasty twist on bringing people back from the dead, and David Silva's "The Origin" was an interesting stylistic riff on the serial killer story. But too many stories left me cold, either through predictability of their plots or premises which didn't grab me. More later. Other than that, I've been busy making notes for my first 3rd Edition D&D adventure and reading moderately interesting spy thrillers. I'm suspecting that D&D's Challenge Levels and/or Encounter Levels are seriously broken. Our party (4 5th level characters) would theoretically be so threatened by some CR 3 critters that I should only put 1-2 against the party. Riiight. Generally, I think the new rules make generating encounters and treasure much simpler than previous editions (although picking out skills for characters can be a pain). Barbarians are fearsome, though I don't think they're as overpowered as the Unearthed Arcana model. And now that I've revealed myself as a gaming geek, I'm going to flee to perish in a corner of extreme mortification. Probably after I check out the Bowie exhibit at the Museum of Television and Radio, though.
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