mdk

The Critique Society

Came across a lengthy guide to hardcore critiquing like a mean jerk -- while still being helpful. Figured I'd share --it's not my work or my method, but it's pretty handy anyway.

part one

part two

part three isn't done yet apparently, but I'll link it when it is.

when it's too late to buy flowers so you make your own gift at the last minute

This is an actual, legitimate spoiler. Do not open this if you have not seen Season 5 Episode 5 of Game of Thrones.

Seriously.

Maester Aemon: A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.
*dramatic pan to Jon Snow*

JON SNOW IS SON OF PRINCE RHAEGAR CONFIRMED

@The Nexerus

it is known.

when it's too late to buy flowers so you make your own gift at the last minute

Spoiler: If you read the books you have literally no idea what's about to go down.

when it's too late to buy flowers so you make your own gift at the last minute

Now your watch is ended. New episode.

when it's too late to buy flowers so you make your own gift at the last minute

I hope they burn another kid tonight.

when it's too late to buy flowers so you make your own gift at the last minute

Star Wars: Rebel Scum | Recruiting because of bailouts.

Not sure how to post to that @MDK

When we get back to the ship, throw some wounded at me and I'll have something to do. Or I'll wait till someone comes to me I guess.

Though in hindsight it probably is a good idea to cut that mission short and skip to the end. Means we don't need to pick up for characters who've dropped.

@Sep

For all intents and purposes we can be 'at the ship' now, if you want to go ahead and start treatment. We can do a run-down of the supplies we got out with, count up the losses (though we might wait on that until the Roll Call of players is finished). Essentially we're done, done, on to the next one done, done, on to the next one done, done.... Or start treating things in the shuttle, could work too.

Star Wars: Rebel Scum | Recruiting because of bailouts.

Vannin and his three filled in as rear-guard as the rest of the rebels trickled into the shuttle. He took a position at the foot of the ramp, and squeezed off covering fire for the others as they ran in. Besk's speeder came up the ramp and that looked like it. "We're good!" he shouted.

"Headcount!" Sekula shouted. The detail leaders checked over their men and reported back. They were short one light gunner. Someone went to check the head -- Vannin figured you never know with the new guys -- and Byron shouted something along the lines of 'Push off, we can't wait.' How typical. Just then a speeder came flying around a corner and Vannin raised his gun.

"That's him!" he shouted. "Hold up!" In hindsight, it might just as easily have been a suicide bomber on one last desperate attempt to kill Slooga, but that thought never occurred to Vannin, who waved the speeder up the ramp frantically. Sure enough, it was one of their new troopers, with a big gun, dead body, and an attitude problem. Vannin was in love. "You got balls, lady," he said. "Fish over there thought you were attacking us. He almost killed you." Ortro Dob raised his fins in protest. He'd done no such thing. Nearby, Hayca rolled her eyes and muttered 'Pathetic.'

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"Someone ought to tell that space slug to stop crying, we still have his merchandise and it's loaded. But don't tell him we just found his contact's funds. He doesn't need to know that," Besk told the LT, with a wink, "Full report later."

Byron sighed. "We just failed our mission because of him," he said. He made no mention of the unit's losses. "Controlling Slooga in the field is barely even possible, and his men are worse. We can't keep working together like this." He knew from training that he wasn't supposed to vent frustrations like this to enlisted, but the adrenaline was draining away quicker than his anger. Everything should have worked -- the rebels did their job, and they still failed against trash, all because of Slooga's miscalculation. Cost of doing business, probably -- but that wasn't a business that Lt. Byron wanted any part of anymore. "We're going to get back to basics," he decided aloud. "Get me a tally on the supplies and the wounded, see what we can do about those speeders..... We'll debrief on the Intruder." He didn't say it, but he knew already how the conversation with the captain would go. From now on, they were done playing dress-up for Hutts. It was time to point this firepower back where it belonged -- at the imps.

That moment when you submit an app to an advanced roleplay

The trick is to be the first one to apply. GMs are still nervous about whether or not anyone will show up to play, and everyone who goes after you writes around your character, so there's a hole left that only you can fill. The GM is happy you're interested and everyone else gets out of your way. You almost can't lose.

Hey guys, I'm hospitalized.

also, i'm not dead

@TP

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