In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 25):

May have to dust off my campaign.  I'm enjoying the series.  6 episodes in.  now on Olympics hiatus.

The Judge perceives a lack of enthusiasm for the this stage of the adventure. If there is little interest in playing out the rest of rescue of the slaves (which from the Judge's point of view is really the hard part of the adventure), then the Judge will fade to black and we start talking about what's next.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 27):

I have no lack of interest but until the group assembles topside I don't see what else is to be done.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 27):

I'm not disintrested. I'm the rearguard, can't hear and so can't communicate at distance, and have no insight into the happenings topside.

The Judge can think of a few things. For one, the group could have sent out a scout -- in the end, the Judge had to act on his own with Lu Heng Bo to advance that notion.

Brings to mind a famous gaming quote among some circles . . .

"There's nothing I can do."

It's worth noting that a few PCs haven't been logging in regularly, recently, as well. The Judge perceives that as lack of interest, but perhaps he is mistaken and it is a temporary thing. The Judge is going to advance narrative daily (as he has done in the last few days already).
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:13, Fri 16 Feb 2018.

Iffin' anyone is interested, the Judge and his pard K. from DHR were guests, recently:

https://thewilddie.podbean.com...pisode-fort-griffin/

This is for our release of Fort Griffin Savaged -- a revisioning of our original three volume of products into a full town setting for Savage Worlds.
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:28, Wed 21 Feb 2018.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 31):

Awesome.  I enjoyed playing Savage Worlds.

The Judge has updated the main game map to show the beach (in its raw state), at a PC request.

Apologies for any recent delays in posting. It was a busy weekend.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 34):

Weekend? That was 5 days ago . . .

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 35):

See?!?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 33):

where is the rabbit hole from which we've emerged?

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 37):

Off map, to the west. On the other side of bluffs.

Moving this here:

OOC: Honestly I'd like to run some analytics on the their die roller, I consistently get the shitiest rolls.

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So having cast dispersions on the die roller, I did run analytics on the rolls visible in the die roller at this time. This was for every roll for everyone.

.5 was the average for which I was looking.

and...

I got this: 0.508031088

Perception being more important than reality, I maintain that I consistently get the shitiest rolls.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 39):

Well-analyzed and well-said. We believe what we want to believe. Facts, evidence and analysis be damned.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 39):

It is interesting that you perceived that with the die roller. I had nearly the opposite experience. During the fight in the cavern, I had some ridiculously great, consecutive rolls. So much so, I was beginning to think that something was up with my browser.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 40):

In the Intelligence Community we say "Confirmation Bias is the most powerful force in the universe."

The Judge is traveling on business this week. This might slow down Judge follow-ups and posts.

Looking through a cyberpunk game from 2013. Here's a shot I took at tech noir and humor. I thought it interesting.

In the brick alley neon lights reflected from myriad small puddles illuminating it like downtown Macau. The air was fresh, rain having washed away the smokey smell of the clubs. The wide backdoor swung open, smoke and music and dancing lights poured from the opening, a thickly muscled man stepped into the alley holding a large umbrella. “Looks like the rain stopped, sir” he said collapsing it.

Gray stepped out, drained the last of his cocktail and handed the glass to the doorman. “Thank you” Gray said slipping him several folded bills. “Where’s your car?” one of the women asked. “There Babs” and Gray gestured to large black sedan rolling towards them. The windows were blacked out and lights illuminated as it rolled to a stop. “I’m Babs” said the other woman. “She’s Trixie.” The back door swung open Gray patted them on the fanny as the women climbed in. “Whatever.” He said and the door closed behind him. The sedan slid off into the night and doorman lit a cigarette.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:42, Fri 02 Mar 2018.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 43):

The Judge got stuck in NYC. Insert your favorite curses here.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 45):

My curse: May you arrive home safely! Enjoy the extra time.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 44):

Very cool -- thanks for sharing. As a Cyberpunk enthusiast, are you keeping an eye on CD Projekt Red's Cyberpunk 2077 game?

Sorry to hear it. But there are worse places to be stuck. Then again, there are better ones, too.

Hope you escape soon.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 47):

No, I haven't explored it, do you like it?

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.