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Writer / Forever DM / Pessimist by day, Optimist for hire Obsessed with video games. Writes non-spicy fan-fiction while no one is looking. Will watch your 9-hour video essay. YT Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/sorryaboutyourdog

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on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last mo.

I have too many bad things to say about Bungie and nothing but love for the devs. The people there doing the work are responsible for some of the most inspirational experiences in games. Destiny was a troubled IP, but damn did it have heart. The layoffs today are a disgrace.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · 2mo ago

If Sony ends up closing Bungie, it will be one of the most embarrassing things I've ever seen from such a large company. Especially in a time when SWtOR and the Division 2 are getting substantial updates. What a mythic fumble.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · 2mo ago

I can't believe Destiny 2's final update is probably its best update ever. So many glaring issues so simply wiped away in a single patch, like it could've been that way the whole time. I mourn for what could've been. I will be playing.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · 6mo ago

The D&D group has successfully escaped the time-lost city with weapons capable of harming the gods. Their trespass was so dire that it tore the sky, and the Godhead regurgitated stolen swaths of time and history back into the material plane. The sky is dim and tsunamis sweep the oceans.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · 9mo ago

Party starts at the dungeon entrance. Spends 3.5 hours doing anything but going in. Discuss potentially traveling to a different region entirely instead of going in. In the last hour, they finally enter. They spend 10 minutes inside, get scared, teleport out. They are level 17. I love them.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · 9mo ago

Finally settling on the right ADHD meds I think. The signs: after years of putting it off, I made a world map and a regional map for my D&D campaign, as well as configured the models for the 2 BBEGS in heroforge. From years of never, to days and done.

Gila RPGs@gilarpgs.bsky.social · last yr.

Great news everyone that is realizing they shouldn't buy from DriveThruRPG! You can buy basically all of the same games on itch and put a lot more money in the creator's pocket while doing so.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

My D&D party is trapped in the future. The world is ended. There is only cold and ice. An undead wolf, a now 10k year old friend, will guide them to the fey realm. The last guttering light in a dead world. There they must compel the memory of an old fey, that they may step back into their time.

N²@antire.al · last yr.

bungie is of course not obligated to hire me when making a game that draws overwhelmingly from the same design language i have refined for the last decade, but clearly my work was good enough to pillage for ideas and plaster all over their game without pay or attribution.

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on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

Today, my beloved D&D group will clash with the big bad who's hiding in the distant future. Then, villain that I am, I will remove their means of returning to their time. Pray to your gods for their survival (and also mine cause they are gonna try to kill me once the yelling is over).

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

Still freaking out over the last D&D session and the upcoming one. This is one of those adventures where sooo many questions are answered all at once and it leaves everyone's brains melted after they connect the dots. Man, there's nothing more satisfying.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

I don't know that I've seen anything more corporate than the Destiny 2 Renegades teaser. Eververse was already bad enough. I can only assume that Destiny will continue to be an interactive billboard for other IPs after it launches.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

I'm not sold on Marathon's gameplay yet but omfg I am on my knees begging for more of the schizo-corporate hell that was that narrative trailer. Insidious as much as it is colorful. Some of the most mentally haunted shit I've seen in a while. Like Senua's Saga was required reading for the devs, jc.

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

If I had to guess, I would say Bungie is 10% stories like "OMG, they did it, they dodged Bankruptcy!" and 90% "Management is comprised of idiots and predators as more victims come forward." There's just no good news left. I hope all the good folks trapped there manage to find better work soon.

Stephen Totilo@stephentotilo.bsky.social · last yr.

NEW: Sony has finally responded--aggressively--to the December lawsuit filed by a Bungie veteran who said he was fired so they could get out of paying him $45 million They deny claims of a "sham" investigation and share texts between him and female employees www.gamefile.news/p/sony-bungi...

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

Question for the ttrpg folks. Monsters and magic came to the world because of an ancient deity's death. Other deities that exist are essentially shards of this dead deity. The moon is one of their eyes. A desert nation is seeded with their crystallized blood. What happens when they're revived?

on_campaign@on-campaign.bsky.social · last yr.

One of the nightmares I gave one of my players in our most recent D&D session. It's weird and ugly. Felt gross writing this. For some context, the players are receiving the local BBEG's dreams each long rest. They're slowly piecing together what the dreams mean.

A dream experienced by one of the players. The text reads as follows: You remember pacing in your study, a map to some half-forgotten temple half-drawn and half-remembered across your desk. There was electricity in your veins. Every muscle twitched with anticipation. Your body yearned simply to move. Why, for what, to what? Simply, go. You are failing to go. You are failing. Tears burned your eyes as an anger welled up in the back of your skull. You could feel it creeping like an ooze, sliding into your sinuses. It felt foreign, like it wasn't yours—a creature taking root somewhere in the depths of you. Worse still, you couldn't help but feel like what you discovered was simply more of you. You felt her there. Watching. Afraid of you. Afraid of you? How could she be afraid of you, how dare she pretend to be afraid of you. Was it an act? It was an act. Yes. She put herself there to show you she was there, and her "fear" was the excuse to keep her distance, her reason to keep you unsolved, yes. She didn't care for the work to dig you up, to chart you, to clean you. She put herself there as a show, to say she tried, but it is not enough. Enough. You felt that there was a choice, that you could pull your hair or scream until your throat bled. You did both. She was shaking, now. Her cheeks were sunken. There was sand on her bleeding lips. She was hunched with hunger, barely standing if not for the doorframe to lean on. A shrinking part of you tried to say I love you I'm sorry I love you. She called you by a name you didn't hear. It sounded like a curse, like some wicked thing half-drawn and half-remembered across her lips. There was electricity in your veins. Every muscle twitched with anticipation.