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Sorry about the playoff race banner. I’m a Red Sox fan, and the information is of some importance to me, you see. Take heart: as soon as the Sox flop I’ll remove it.
It just goes on and on. Someone’s who’s actually seen Underworld posted a summary of the movie. Compare it to a summary of the short story (original) upon which, in large part, White Wolf’s complaint rests. I’m far too much of a junkie for this stuff; if it goes to court I want to go watch the trial.
Warren, you’ll be missed (original). He saw that James Bond film, he saw his last album hit the shelves, and he saw his grandchildren born. I guess it was time. Shadows are falling and I’m running out of breath Keep me in your heart for a while
Finally, the last of Dear Brother #10 brings us back to Reese Beulay. The focus of the entire session was providing a finale for Danny Greer, whose player was about to move out of town. Brilliant work on Rob’s part, if you ask me. This entry is my favorite Dear Brother yet.
Chase R. Foxe was my PC in the Silver Age Knights of the Road. He’s a personamancer, meaning he does magic involving masks. His particular obsession is writing down the truth as seen by his subjects — gonzo journalism gone magical, in other words.
Mordecai was my PC for the Doc Lully’s Pulp Heros segment of this session. He was half-human, half-something else, a subject of great angst for him. Of course, he had a noble heart, despite his self-doubts.
The next three Dear Brothers are all writeups from one session. Only one of them is by Reese. Rob did the session in three parts. The first was a sideways trip to a pulp world in which we played Doc Lully’s Pulp Heros and explored the Hollow Earth; the second was a flashback to 1968, during which we played the Silver Age Knights of the Road, kin to the Merry Pranksters (original). The final segment was our usual characters, albeit in a situation they didn’t remember after the fact. ...
Clayton Cramer has more comments on Amazon; in fact, he posted my email to him (original) (which is fine by me). I emailed him back, and since I don’t know if he’ll post it, I’ll summarize here. I think it’s ludicrous to claim that nobody takes Mein Kampf and The Protocols of Zion seriously. (Let alone The Turner Diaries.) It’s not too complicated. Buford Furrow. Michael Ryan (original). Eric Rudolph. Cramer has a bit of a persecution complex, which is no surprise to anyone who remembers his Usenet days.
White Wolf is suing Sony Pictures over Underworld. Just thought you’d like to know. Anyone read the Nancy Collins story involved?
Comic book pick of the week: Scarlet Traces. Ian Edington wrote it, and D’Israeli did the art. The story is a nifty little murder mystery, and the gimmick is that it’s set in England ten years after Wells’ War Of The Worlds. “The Martians’ unwitting bequest to their would-be slaves was a form of technology as then undreamt of by mankind. Within a decade our brightest minds had unravelled its secrets, their machineries of war and subjugation adapted and assimilated into our everyday usage. The noble steed — our companion and carriage for millenia is replaced by a clockwork toy! Homes are heated and lit by a version of the once-dreaded heat ray. The great mills and factories of the North are now vast, mechanized estates. The British Empire is now truly a world power without peer, but I cannot help but wonder if we have lost something in the process.” ...