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robotnik2004) wrote2005-04-13 01:35 pm
robotnik2004) wrote2005-04-13 01:35 pm
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00. Underture
Advice given to me by an older member of the Academy on how to avoid committees and similar service work in academia: “It can be extremely useful to be seen as unsound.”
Born inside a supernova (He's Viv Vortex)
He gets in 18 and over (He's Viv Vortex)
Psychedelic V-Space! The Varmus’ immense rocktopoid ship, the Kräken, has Viv Vortex’s Flying V spaceship in its tentacles. The Kräken plays the smaller ship like a guitar, gradually tearing the Flying V apart. Viv fires the Groove Thrusters and tries to steer his ship into a Purple Hole. One of his crewmates, a gorgeous blonde (does she maybe look like somebody we know?), asks: “Viv, how will I find you on the other side?” He points to the clouds of the Head Nebula: they form a yin-yang swirl, a cosmic 69. “Remember the sign, baby.” And then he’s gone, a power chord shift across dimensions, his essence converted into pure rock. The Varmus’ voice rumbles like magma. “FOLLOW HIM. THERE IS NOWHERE HE CAN GO I WILL NOT FOLLOW.” The rocktopoids report: “We’ve lost his signal, but not the girl’s.” The Varmus is pleased. “THE GIRL WILL LEAD ME TO HIM.” The Varmus powers up the Kräken’s planet-sized Anti-Woofers, tells his crew: “PREPARE TO BECOME UN-SOUND.”
(To be continued...)
Born inside a supernova (He's Viv Vortex)
He gets in 18 and over (He's Viv Vortex)
Psychedelic V-Space! The Varmus’ immense rocktopoid ship, the Kräken, has Viv Vortex’s Flying V spaceship in its tentacles. The Kräken plays the smaller ship like a guitar, gradually tearing the Flying V apart. Viv fires the Groove Thrusters and tries to steer his ship into a Purple Hole. One of his crewmates, a gorgeous blonde (does she maybe look like somebody we know?), asks: “Viv, how will I find you on the other side?” He points to the clouds of the Head Nebula: they form a yin-yang swirl, a cosmic 69. “Remember the sign, baby.” And then he’s gone, a power chord shift across dimensions, his essence converted into pure rock. The Varmus’ voice rumbles like magma. “FOLLOW HIM. THERE IS NOWHERE HE CAN GO I WILL NOT FOLLOW.” The rocktopoids report: “We’ve lost his signal, but not the girl’s.” The Varmus is pleased. “THE GIRL WILL LEAD ME TO HIM.” The Varmus powers up the Kräken’s planet-sized Anti-Woofers, tells his crew: “PREPARE TO BECOME UN-SOUND.”
(To be continued...)
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Not finishing DOES gnaw at me, which is why I'm just going to go ahead and sketch out the rest of the sessions without bothering to run them. How's that for a dysfunctional GM/player power split? :)
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Well, okay, but I'm gonna roll a bunch of dice over here and PRETEND like I have an impact on the outcome. In fact maybe the mere fact of me rolling dice will still impact the outcome in some quantum physics/Grant Morrison/urForge manner. How's THAT for narrative control?!?!?!