Can you imagine waiting a fortnight for anything in this day and age? I can’t! This week on the Vintage RPG Podcast, we take a look at The Ancestral Trail (1993), a serialized fantasy fiction released in fortnightly intervals in the UK. Every issue a new environment and a new, monstrous foe. It’s a pretty standard, if sometimes surprisingly gruesome, story, but the real draw is the art by Julek Heller. Amazing stuff!
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i whinge about an extremely old computer game under the cut
so i was playing shandalar - as one does in the year of our lord 2024 - and was loitering about, picking fights, when a wizard attacked a nearby town. no biggie, i've got me a pretty bitchin' izzet burn deck, go to rescue the town, maybe get a cool card
now the wizards have all had like 14-21 starting life total up to this point. but THIS bitch had 100. i'mindanger.gif. fortunately for me, his deck sucked. well. okay i can see how his deck would be a problem for literally any other deck. his tactic was 'make everything expensive to cast' buddy a solid 28 of my 60 cards are 1 drops. i'm running 19 lands and still get flooded. i've got a core of lightning bolt, shock, fireball, opt, and ancestral recall. my 'big spenders' are guttersnipes at a whopping 3 cmc. maybe a docent if it gets dire. you can't cast shit for shit and i may be killing you 1/10th of your health at a time, but by god i am going to death by a thousand static shocks you
i beat him three times and each time, the game would crash before the 'you done beat him' screen. i got so steamed about it i rage quit and went to bed
googled about it this morning. turns out the ONLY enemy in the game with 100 life is the final boss. somehow the good good quality game of Modded To Fuck Shandalar glitched the final boss into a random city on the map with exactly zero Final Boss Time conditions met and then, presumably, crashed under the weight of its own embarrassment
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Volo (Pokemon)/Original Character(s), Volo (Pokemon)/Original Female Character(s), Volo (Pokemon)/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Volo (Pokemon), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Volo being Volo, love him but hes gotta be the bad guy..., Pokemon Legends: Arceus Spoilers, Giratina's here for like a second..., Love Confessions, Not Actually Unrequited Love, yay?, Probably not she's crying by the end so... whoops
Series: Part 1 of Through the Eyes of Another
Summary:
It's not like she wanted to fight him, after everything they had been through together Elora thought he was her friend... apparently she had been sorely mistaken. A burning feeling of betrayal tearing her already weak heart apart.
What else was she supposed to do?
(The Post Game battle from the protagonists point of view)
Hi! I wrote a little fic from my PLA protagonist Elora's point of view if you're interested :)
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Oh, by the way, Shea. You once tried to color my lineart. Of the many things we bit our tongue on,
My lineart on the left from 2009 or so, when I lived in Texas, before we were ever together. The right was you coloring it during the second wave of our relationship in the late 20-teens.
It's a perfect illustration even in lineart of you fucking things up and taking lazy routes, like deleting half of the eyes, much less the... the... I mean.
How about this, take my own art of the same essence, from around 2002, because again, I was the only one invested for a lifetime,
I was young, I drew it on a corner of paper and it's ancient, so it has the resolution of a thumbnail and that is what it is, and such is the cost of a lifetime of work ironically dating, but I'm pretty sure how you can see a literal teenager had better vision in every sense, and here it did have the singular eye for sake of size, sure, but the rest of it is just a perfect example of you butchering everything of mine you trace over.
You literally have no shame.
That wasn't a fucking scarf around his neck, Shea.
It was a snake.
(...and part of his wing but you're good at cutting those.)
AND YOU CUT OFF HIS FIBER OPTIC TAIL TO SHOVE HIM IN GREECE. or a very lazy egypt with no defining hieroglyphics.
That's what the wires behind him were Shea!! My guy literally connected to Akasha Internet with Peacock Fiber Optics, my gal. You fucked up the thing again, and it's a perfect example how you've fucked it up the whole time while trying to trace.
Cut him out of his element to shove him into another time you decided he belonged in, and thought his snake was a scarf to wear!!! You know, the one who can't see for shit at night unless it's a full moon because somebody fucked up him and his ancient family's eyes.
Even the underbelly, you didn't understand the highlighting, and it looks nothing like a snake belly now, I don't know WHAT the fuck that is, but you keep fucking up that it's all snakes!!! and where did the seraph wings go even in the under-wrap i just. ITS ALL SNAKES SHEA. ITS A SNAKE IN A HELMET WEARING A SNAKE CONNECTED TO AKASHA INTERNET
Maam, the wire tail framed akasha through infinite monitors. That is literally where he belonged, and was always placed, and I just couldn't finish because my connective tissue disorder gave out before finishing his wing much less the walls. But his cable tail was there and you cut it to displace him.
Like deadass even in the stupid roleplays you loved, that thing only existed in the halls of digital akasha, or on full moon nights. On the original I had ironically turned up the brightness to hide some wire scratches I never finished either but you can still see them on the wall behind him, as well as his tail starting under him, and you fucked it up.
What is not clicking. Also why the fuck are his talons blurple.
NO SERIOUSLY, EVEN IN YOUR STUPID GAMES!
CRAZY COCAINE BEAR LADY HUMPING MY DO NOT HUMP CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THAT WHETHER IT'S AARON, ASH, OR WHAT YOU CALL HERMES OR THOTH OR WHATEVER OF THE DAY, YOU ARE NOT IN THIS GAME LOBBY, YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SERVER, PLEASE HOP THE FUCK OFF MY FLOPPY DISK NOT ONLY HAVE YOU MIXED UP YOUR COSMIC DATA AND PLAY DISCS, YOU'RE TRYING TO PLAY ON MINE AND IT'S FREAKING WEIRD
YOU ARE A PIECE OF CRAP PERSON. IT'S A GOLDMINE OF A QUOTE. HENRY IS FUCKING TIRED AND YOU WON'T TAKE A MESSAGE. WHAT EVEN IS THIS MOVIE
seriously lady what isn't clicking, "Min" was the fucking helmet. Almost like a Persona mask or something idk. Try that hat on. secret third trick to pop a lid. there's a jar in a box under a nuclear reactor in the bottom of the sea o/~ Happy listening! Who taught you the sounds of the ineffable? Who taught you ANYTHING you have corrupted?
You cannot harass us back, you will just destroy us both, and that includes you.
Amenti, Shea.
My name is Aaron. I misheard "ah Min" from what I thought was "Ash". I added to it with other random stuff as an idiot kid I had around me. It became Minerva, then went back to Min. But it was always Aaron. The halls of Amenti were calling. I asked who I was and it answered. "Min" is just the first Rumpocky incident, and you're even feeding on the corpse of my mistakes wholesale, and refuse to stop. Kinda like me yelling that you're Cowardly Maya and you heard Mara. Same energy. Same misheard lyrics.
You aren't in this game lobby. You're still doing the Idiot Kid part in your mid-thirties because you've refused to listen for a hundred lifetimes.
I'm not just being mean when I say you were literally the problem and slowed me down five or ten years with your distractions and letting you throw haze over the path trying to Everybody's Interpretations Equal every time your shit didn't make sense, or was contrary, or we winced at you displacing him and cutting off his tail but not wanting to disincentivize you trying to grow your art, or whatever. You were literally in my way, and got angrier when I stopped letting you lead us both down into roleplay and channeling distractions land, and now we're here. With you stalking me years later and refusing to understand why. And you accidentally Belief*ing in me until I am the cosmic GM that is breaking and rearranging your system from home base. And you aren't in this game lobby.
The only reason any of you is here at all is you keep trying to break in, and I decided to acquiesce to your weird screaming banging on the cucumber latch road shortcut door pissing on the floor stalking, and it's not going as great for you as you think.
Henry is tired, Shea, he just wants out of your cages. You can't own me anymore, even if you got confused about who I was. And he thinks you're a piece of crap person and bad bird parent. An alchemically lid popped goldmine of a quote you happened to catch while ~working on something. Happy listening. I guess.
Human Vesuvius two, electric boogaloo. The citizens couldn't see the signs. They thought they would be fine.
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