The "I Didn't Comment in Another Thread" Thread
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<- altered a bit. This has been coming to my mind about other things (none of them actually involving the word identity) recently. :-/
Mad_Jack
Legend
But then, where are all these voices in my head coming from?
They keep telling me I'm right, so I don't want to argue with them...
Scribe
Legend
Man if that isn't the truth.
el-remmen
Moderator Emeritus
Sure. But this is a D&D (and other RPG) forum, so the ways in which that specifically manifests is what I am concerned with currently.
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Either some don't realize that other people are responding to folks that you apparently have on ignore in some of these threads, or you're having a very hard time keeping up with your own arguments.
payn
He'll flip ya...Flip ya for real...
Thomas Shey
Legend
Its sometimes extremely clear that the one particular poster I have on ignore is a heavy participant in a thread (there's one other at least who has me on ignore, but this particular poster is pretty recognizable just from the kind of responses he gets).
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
I have one of those. I always end up screaming "WHY ARE YOU ALL ENGAGING WITH THEM?" at the monitor.
trappedslider
Legend
How evil is Luther?
?
?
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RealAlHazred
Frumious Flumph
I'm reading old Alarums & Excursions fanzines, and I'm in #26 from September 1977, and Lee Gold has a bit about monster types, and says in her game she divides her monsters into the following types:
- Humanoids: creatures with hands--and with standard protoplasm (woundable.by all sorts of weapons, unable to regenerate). For example: humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, centaurs, ores, ogres, gnolls, etc.
- Animaloids: creatures without hands but with standard protoplasm. Examples: manticores, dragons, wyverns, purp I e worms, basi Iisks, etc.
- Enchanted Monsters: beings not made of standard protoplasm. Typically not hittable by standard weaponry. Examples: gargoyles, Iycanthropes, trolls, golems, etc.
- Undead: this includes the standard undead plus all other monsters that recruit you as a member of their group by killing you; e.g. Shadows.
- Nature Beings: beings who seem closely linked to Nature. Dryads, Ents, Storm Giants, Elementals, Salamanders, etc.
- Spiritual Beings: beings closely linked with the Powers of Law/Good or Chaos/Evil such as: demons and angels, gods and devils.
Ryujin
Legend
Wow. Now a lawyer has been called on the carpet for (allegedly) having ChatGPT write his submission in a lawsuit, in which (allegedly) Chat GPT made up non existent cases and references that were used as supporting case law.
EDIT - Correction: The "allegedly" can be removed. The lawyer responsible for the research stipulated to having used ChatGPT and was "unaware that it could be unreliable." So... first day on the internet?
EDIT - Correction: The "allegedly" can be removed. The lawyer responsible for the research stipulated to having used ChatGPT and was "unaware that it could be unreliable." So... first day on the internet?
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Mad_Jack
Legend
Dammit...
I'd been mostly unemployed/underemployed for the last two years or so, and hadn't stopped into my FLGS in all that time...
I just found out that, nearly exactly a year ago, the previous owner of the FLGS (who I've known for basically my whole life - I started going there when I was fifteen) developed a brain tumor and passed away due to complications, even though the operation on it had been a success and he seemed to be well on the way to recovering.
Crap.
How do you punch Life in the face?
Pat Flory owned and operated the Citadel Game Cellar in New London/Groton, CT for over 40 years, from almost around the same time I was born.
He started out in a location in New London for over a decade before moving across the river to the town of Groton for another couple decades.
Any gamer who served in the U.S. Navy and was stationed at the Submarine Base in Groton, CT knew Pat - the Citadel was only a couple miles down the road from the base, and generations of sailors passed through his doors.
For the locals, Pat was a legend, an icon, and the Citadel was a local landmark and historical monument.
For me, the Citadel is home. Hell, for years, Pat used to ask me questions about his inventory, because I and a couple other people knew it better than he did...
The Citadel has always been a friendly place to stop in and just hang out, even if you weren't buying anything. Although there was regularly scheduled gaming going on at certain times, nobody really cared if a couple folks just showed and grabbed an empty table for a game of Magic or one of the dozens of board games Pat kept around. Pat was a talker, and he'd happily carry on about anything at the drop of a hat - at any given moment, you could find old military tabletop guys who'd gamed with Gygax and Arneson themselves at GenCons with single-digit numbers talking to long-haired college video gamers who could have been their grandchildren about games, politics, movies, history, science or damn near anything else.The sandwich shop next door knew Pat by name and knew his order, and if you were gaming Pat had no problem with you bringing food in from the sandwich place or one of the other half-dozen restaurants lined up on what we locals call "Hamburger Hill". There were a handful of us that Pat trusted enough to leave by ourselves in the store while he went out to get his lunch or dinner - he'd come back sometimes to find us putting away inventory, helping customers who'd wandered in, or anything else short of actually running the register.
Pat had tons of old inventory going back decades, and he sold everything at the original price regardless of how outdated it was - some of the miniatures had $1.25 price tags on them. Looking through the store was like an archaeological expedition - you never knew what you'd find if you dug deep enough. My entire collection of previous-edition D&D books was acquired from the dusty back shelves of the Citadel. It was the place where I was introduced to Ral Partha and Grenadier, and Reaper Miniatures.
Aside from hosting scheduled gaming, the Citadel was also the home to the New England Miniature Painters Association, as three of us were local. We'd organize Paint Days every month or two, and get people coming in from all the way up in Boston and sometimes even Maine.
About a decade ago, Pat decided to move the store to its current location a few doors down the hill from the previous one. He told us he didn't know just how long he'd be closing the shop down for and said if any of us would like to help him move he'd appreciate it.
Nearly a dozen people showed up, with half a dozen vehicles. Pat closed the register at the old location on a Friday around noon, and within one week we had the new place ready for business - we packed up everything in the store, cleaned out the old place (including all the stuff in the basement), set up all the fixtures in the new place (I personally rebuilt all the shelving, since I keep my toolbox in my trunk), stocked the shelves... And I was the first one at the register around 3pm the following Friday.
While cleaning out the basement at the old location, which is where Pat held all the gaming at the store, I found a ton of old Basic and AD&D stuff that had been hiding down there for decades - at least half a dozen old modules - and when I asked Pat if he'd be willing to sell them to me for a fair price he told me to just keep them. I also found boxes of old minis from the early '80's, and gaming supplies like rolls of hex paper. I probably spent two hundred bucks that week buying old stuff I'd dug out of the basement.
Pat sold the Citadel a few years back - he was pretty much running it by himself despite being in his early 70's, and was seriously thinking of retiring. A trio of longtime customers pooled their resources and bought the business, and Pat stayed on part-time to help out. His routine didn't change much - he'd just spend even more time playing his favorite tank battle game on the computer when he wasn't doing shop stuff, lol.
To be honest, it was kind of a shock to me when Pat sold the store to the new guys back then, and it still doesn't feel entirely real that he's gone completely now - I always figured that Pat would be running the place til the day after the world ended.
I expect the Citadel will be there for another twenty or thirty years, but it suck that he won't be there to see it.
R.I.P. Pat...
I'd been mostly unemployed/underemployed for the last two years or so, and hadn't stopped into my FLGS in all that time...
I just found out that, nearly exactly a year ago, the previous owner of the FLGS (who I've known for basically my whole life - I started going there when I was fifteen) developed a brain tumor and passed away due to complications, even though the operation on it had been a success and he seemed to be well on the way to recovering.
Crap.
How do you punch Life in the face?
Pat Flory owned and operated the Citadel Game Cellar in New London/Groton, CT for over 40 years, from almost around the same time I was born.
He started out in a location in New London for over a decade before moving across the river to the town of Groton for another couple decades.
Any gamer who served in the U.S. Navy and was stationed at the Submarine Base in Groton, CT knew Pat - the Citadel was only a couple miles down the road from the base, and generations of sailors passed through his doors.
For the locals, Pat was a legend, an icon, and the Citadel was a local landmark and historical monument.
For me, the Citadel is home. Hell, for years, Pat used to ask me questions about his inventory, because I and a couple other people knew it better than he did...
The Citadel has always been a friendly place to stop in and just hang out, even if you weren't buying anything. Although there was regularly scheduled gaming going on at certain times, nobody really cared if a couple folks just showed and grabbed an empty table for a game of Magic or one of the dozens of board games Pat kept around. Pat was a talker, and he'd happily carry on about anything at the drop of a hat - at any given moment, you could find old military tabletop guys who'd gamed with Gygax and Arneson themselves at GenCons with single-digit numbers talking to long-haired college video gamers who could have been their grandchildren about games, politics, movies, history, science or damn near anything else.The sandwich shop next door knew Pat by name and knew his order, and if you were gaming Pat had no problem with you bringing food in from the sandwich place or one of the other half-dozen restaurants lined up on what we locals call "Hamburger Hill". There were a handful of us that Pat trusted enough to leave by ourselves in the store while he went out to get his lunch or dinner - he'd come back sometimes to find us putting away inventory, helping customers who'd wandered in, or anything else short of actually running the register.
Pat had tons of old inventory going back decades, and he sold everything at the original price regardless of how outdated it was - some of the miniatures had $1.25 price tags on them. Looking through the store was like an archaeological expedition - you never knew what you'd find if you dug deep enough. My entire collection of previous-edition D&D books was acquired from the dusty back shelves of the Citadel. It was the place where I was introduced to Ral Partha and Grenadier, and Reaper Miniatures.
Aside from hosting scheduled gaming, the Citadel was also the home to the New England Miniature Painters Association, as three of us were local. We'd organize Paint Days every month or two, and get people coming in from all the way up in Boston and sometimes even Maine.
About a decade ago, Pat decided to move the store to its current location a few doors down the hill from the previous one. He told us he didn't know just how long he'd be closing the shop down for and said if any of us would like to help him move he'd appreciate it.
Nearly a dozen people showed up, with half a dozen vehicles. Pat closed the register at the old location on a Friday around noon, and within one week we had the new place ready for business - we packed up everything in the store, cleaned out the old place (including all the stuff in the basement), set up all the fixtures in the new place (I personally rebuilt all the shelving, since I keep my toolbox in my trunk), stocked the shelves... And I was the first one at the register around 3pm the following Friday.
While cleaning out the basement at the old location, which is where Pat held all the gaming at the store, I found a ton of old Basic and AD&D stuff that had been hiding down there for decades - at least half a dozen old modules - and when I asked Pat if he'd be willing to sell them to me for a fair price he told me to just keep them. I also found boxes of old minis from the early '80's, and gaming supplies like rolls of hex paper. I probably spent two hundred bucks that week buying old stuff I'd dug out of the basement.
Pat sold the Citadel a few years back - he was pretty much running it by himself despite being in his early 70's, and was seriously thinking of retiring. A trio of longtime customers pooled their resources and bought the business, and Pat stayed on part-time to help out. His routine didn't change much - he'd just spend even more time playing his favorite tank battle game on the computer when he wasn't doing shop stuff, lol.
To be honest, it was kind of a shock to me when Pat sold the store to the new guys back then, and it still doesn't feel entirely real that he's gone completely now - I always figured that Pat would be running the place til the day after the world ended.
I expect the Citadel will be there for another twenty or thirty years, but it suck that he won't be there to see it.
R.I.P. Pat...
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
That is awful, man. I'm so sorry.
trappedslider
Legend
MarkB
Legend
"Okay, we'll call it a draw."
RealAlHazred
Frumious Flumph
"I headbutt the surgeon."
Thomas Shey
Legend
Tone policing other people rarely serves any real purpose, for you, them, or the discussion in general.
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Fair. But can we at least throw produce at people who call themselves "creatives?"
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