“…and I’ll rip your heart in two. And I’ll leave you lyin’ on the bed.”
You have got to be fucking kidding me…
In Memoriam: Carl Macek
The Savage Curtain
Strung Out In No Man’s Land
The Thing That Wouldn’t Die
Yes, Have Some




“He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldroni, the Traveler came as a large and moving Torb! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrex supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day, I can tell you!”
Real Men Don’t Play GURPS




Chris’s note: I’m reposting this without the author’s permission. His website has been inactive for about two and a half years, so waiting around for permission seems like it might be a waste of time. And real men don’t waste time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to wash down a pile of rare meat with a bottle of whiskey, then roll up some characters. Like a man, baby. Like a man.
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