Funny Things

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

New Members!

We have some new members for the blog rolls! 

Corsair Radio -  He used an Archer montage as his essay. He's in. 

Battle Brothers - Brothers. Playing 40K together. IN. 

(BTW: the Boss Lady isn't terribly picky.) 

the aforementioned Archer montage, for your amusement:

[Surprise Attack!] Not Quite Live from NOVA, Sunday


We need to pause our NOVA coverage for just a minute to bring you an announcement that will rock you to your core.

There are truly great mysteries in our world: Who built the Pyramids? Is there life on other planets? Atlantis? Bigfoot? Stonehenge?

But some things trump even these timeless enigmas. I'm talking, of course, about what happens when you shoot buildings with machine guns in Drop Zone Commander. Over a year ago we launched our finest hobby minds against this puzzle and got nothing. There was no hope, it would elude our civilization forever...or so we thought. While hiking through a forbidden jungle I chanced upon a temple dedicated to DZC and climbed the steps. I dodged booby traps, venomous reptiles, and some guy named 'Indy', who I shot in the back after pretending to be friends. Back off, bitch, this is my temple. Once on the summit I turned my eyes from the blazing light of awesome, and wept tears of undiluted bliss. My quest was over. I was complete. Teach us your wisdom, O Wise Man of Wiseness.


It's a little noisy in the background but he clearly says shooting buildings with machine guns is "the key to victory". He also used several other phrases like "ridiculously OP tactic that we're going to nerf bat", "total oversight on our part, sorry", and "only a FAAC fool wouldn't take an all machine gun list and shoot every building he could".

So there you have it. It's settled. We can all breathe a sigh of relief and prep our Big Foot tranquilizer darts.

Moving on to Infinity!

Monday, September 1, 2014

40k- Let's Just Ban Everything. That'll Make It Better

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

Well, I never thought this day would come. Seriously.

I prefer things in my lil' world to be consistent. When things start falling out of alignment, I start to freak out. In my tiny lil' mind, there's a distinct order to the insanity- my brainz might not werk so gud, but I manage to get through most days without hurting myself too bad. Mind you, the only way I manage that is cuz I rely on all the elements in my life being where I expect them to be, acting as I expect them to act.
I believe certain things can and should be taken for granted, like the shower working and the subways running so I can get my butt to my job every day. Lil' things like that...

All it takes is for one thing to go awry, and my whole day is screwed up. I am comforted, however, by the knowledge that if my shower doesn't work or if the subway has issues, these things will be corrected swiftly and I can return to business as abnormal.
Every once in a while, though, someone somewhere 'changes' something. A decision gets made that will impact my life, and the fools making these decisions don't even have the decency to consult with me first.
By way of a fer instance, over the last several months the MTA has decided to do 'track work' on my subway line. This has caused no end of delays in my daily commute.
Did they ask me if this was cool?
No. No they didn't.

When things start getting topsy-turvy, it's verr, verr bad fer poor lil' SinSynn.
It's like...waking up in da morning, reaching for my eyeglasses, and they're not there.
Being that I'm like, friggin' blind without 'em, I am now confined to an area of about 7 by 10 feet, tentacles extended in every direction and gently probing about, cuz lord knows if I take a single step off the bed, I will immediately locate my glasses by stomping on them.
In truth- 99% of the time it's just The Crazy Lady having a lil' fun at my expense.
Ha ha. Iz verr funny, amirite?
She's a riot.

Whatevs. She gets her cruel lil' chuckle, I get my glasses back and get to plotting my pranky revenge.
At least she's consistent.

And so it has been in my hobby, for the longest time.
Games Workshop has consistently done things that don't make sense to anyone not working at Games Workshop. They've consistently raised prices, consistently written poorly phrased rules. Consistently relied on 'random' to solve thorny conundrums within those rules. Consistently provided the very worst in-game army-to-army balance of any mini-games system I have ever been exposed to.
Nevertheless, Games Workshop has consistently been a very large part of my hobby. Even when I gave away my GW stuffs and renounced 40k, vowing never to return (which I've done consistently, year after year)...I consistently break that vow.
I am an idiot- my readers will attest that I am consistently idiotic.

Lately, though, there's been a strange 'shift' in 40k-Land, and it's come from the most unexpected of sources. For if there's one group of gamers within the '40k community' that's unerringly consistent, it's the so-called 'competitive types.'
For as long as I can remember, they've always been about 'The Rules.'
- House Rules or 'Comp'?
Hell no.
- Nerfs or Bans?
- Omissions or Exceptions, for any reason whatsoever?
Absolutely not.

These are the people that get snarky when anyone complains about their OP Netlist.
'Lern 2 play,' is a consistent response, 'We're playing by The Rules, and The Rules say this is Legal.'
Whether or not anyone approved of their attitude towards the game, at least they were consistent- Play by The Rules. ALL of The Rules. No 'picking and choosing' which Rules you wanted to abide by- The Rules are The Rules. No matter how poorly written they may be, no matter how they may contradict one another or be entirely nonsensical altogether, they are inviolate and sacrosanct.

Now it seems as if the so-called 'competitive types,' who have been on flip mode since 6th Edition dropped, have lost their friggin' minds with the onset of 7th, and are busy...wait for it...House Ruling and 'Comping,' Nerfing and Banning, Omitting and making all kinds of crazy Exceptions to The Rules.
I know! Crazy, right?

What could possibly have them whining worse than a baby seal after his first butt-whipping at the hands of WAAC gamer?

*Well, fer starters...*

Saturday, August 30, 2014

[Surprise Attack!] Live from NOVA, Saturday

Do I sound like a broken record if I say today was awesome? 'Cause it was...

Okay, the morning sucked. I signed up for a 7:00AM seminar back in March when I got my tickets. Because, apparently, I'm an idiot. 7:00 is early, if you're curious.

The good news is it was a class with Caleb Wissenback. He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met, but the pic I took makes him look like an asshole. Justin McCoy is full of energy and cracks jokes, but my pics made him look like a narcoleptic caught mid-stride. Since good photographers are supposed to capture the inner essence of their subjects, and I do the opposite of that, I'd like to announce that I am firmly cemented as the World's Worst Photographer, Ever, For Serious.

Fortunately for me, this isn't the only award I'll win today.


[Confessions of an English Zombie Fancier] No Actual Zombies Involved This Week

Yeah, you read that right. This week, something a little unusual happened.

I dropped my occasional mention of the Iron Kingdoms Role Playing Game and how much I'd like to demo it and how running a campaign again was on my New Years' Pledgolutions List, and four of the CWG lads stepped out and said "yeah, go on then, I'm in."

"Hello. My name is Flabber."
This, of course, meant that I spent Thursday morning on the manic cycle of a lifetime cranking out PCs and NPCs and floorplans. There is a pre-generated introductory adventure out there, of course, and it's quite a good one (it has Cryx in it, and is therefore the official best), but I had... other plans in mind.