Picture of the Week: Take that, foul servants of Blibdoolpoolp (in honor of J Roslof)

[Rhun]

This thread is making me want to go dig out all of my old adventure modules!

 

[TerraDave]

I have wanted to run D1-2 for years and years..I am now coming up with a firm plan to do so.

 

[TarionzCousin]

I built an entire campaign arc around that kuo-toa picture. No question about it; if I ever have a daughter, I'm naming her blibdoolpoolp!

Just a totally unrelated, random question: Are you married?

 

[Henry]

I built an entire campaign arc around that kuo-toa picture. No question about it; if I ever have a daughter, I'm naming her blibdoolpoolp!

Instead of "Libby", her nickname would be Blibby!

 

[ExploderWizard]

Again, with the caveat that a lot of this is--justly--getting posted various places, I will just go ahead and put up a few more.

So many memories of that module.

Keep on the Borderlands
(with apologies to Billy Joel)

Crossbow, polearm, possible PC homicide
the dwarf stands down and the elf gets mad
The thief shows his smooth side

Evil guy skulking in the yard looks like he's got his time to bide
He wants to case that bank
Cause the scrawny clerk, is his man on the inside

While the lizard men hide in thier dark place
The black widows throw a web in my face
I get attacked by a hermit thats stark raving mad
I don't want to fight him cause his life is so sad

Encounters' tough but its just enough
To earn me the level when its XP time

I survived, I'm still alive
But I'm getting close to the borderlands
Keep on the borderlands

A gold six silver
Won't buy you much lately in the keep these days
And when you can get plate
You know you can't run fast any more in the high caves

Rich man, poor man, and both are Karameikan
Bodies lying on the ground
The Bree-Yark yell we're gonna all go to hell
When the goblins charge down

I got a sword plus one and some style you can see
I don't cast the spells they get cast on me
I got real stupid friends that will make me sigh
They don't know how to map and they ain't gonna try
I shouldn't bitch, I shouldn't cry
I'd get some new companions but I don't have time

I don't know why, I'm a lawful guy
But I'm getting close to the borderlands
Keep on the borderlands

I thought I'd hack n slash so many things
I thought I'd cleave them all away
I didn't think I looted everything
but you cant afford to plunder what you're not prepared to slay

I need a wizard for my messy kills
I need a cleric for my medical ills
I need a banker to finance my keep
I need security to get some sleep
It isn't new the caves I'm going through
But every player knows you got to play one time

Another night I fought the good fight
But I'm getting closer to the borderlands

The Keep on the Borderlands

 

[Piratecat]

Just a totally unrelated, random question: Are you married?

Yes, but no kids. I have no idea why.

 

[Thunderfoot]

I built an entire campaign arc around that kuo-toa picture. No question about it; if I ever have a daughter, I'm naming her blibdoolpoolp!

You know, that doesn't actually surprise me. Has the wife agreed on this, or does she get to name the son?

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

(Apparently, I've XPed ExploderWizard too recently.)

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

Yes, but no kids. I have no idea why.

Something fishy, no doubt.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

Without changing a single thing...

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDf7Wk0uFBg]YouTube - Primus - John the Fisherman[/ame]


Primus:



When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "John this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.

Now years gone by we find man who rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"The starboard bow." "Oh my gosh we're going down!"
They do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says
When I grow up I want to be,
one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
"I'll live and die a fisherman."
Calling John the Fisherman.