As I'm sure Nisarg would be happy to explain, in the '90s, White Wolf nearly destroyed the roleplaying hobby. This quote merely marks the salvo with which we hope to finish the job. Once our Master Plan is complete, THERE WILL BE NO ROLEPLAYING! AHAHARHARHAR!
So, weekend before last, I ran a D&D caper flick set in the City of Brass. This week, I'm working on painting up a GW river troll (I do like their river trolls) so I have a big painted centerpiece when my brother and my wife try to root out some trolls. Under a bridge, no less. And wait... I work for White Wolf, and am at the heart of the new World of Darkness team, and therefore every word printed in a World of Darkness book must speak for my soul. And yet... I've written Sword and Sorcery stuff for D&D as well, and even recruited the inestimable (contact) as a consultant on a couple of Relics & Rituals books, based on a friendship that grew out of EnWorld.
My goodness, I've viciously attacked myself! O, the depths of inner self-loathing that must surely boil within me. I will probably have to dash all the miniatures from my painting table in order to reclaim the table space and write a poem — wait, screw that, my Blood Bowl team apothecary isn't done yet.
I guess I'll get around to expressing the howl of anguish and hatred for everything that I love that wells up within my blackened soul later, if that's okay with you.