The Lovely Dark

you kiss my lips, i think you're god by Andrea Gutiérrez Arcas, ph. Sarah Moon, for Acne Paper 20 Glaugust yet again Winslow baby. Today: "Kill them with sadness." I like that. It could mean anything. HERALD FLESH MELTING IN THE KISS OF OIL SLICK WITH RED DESIRE CRACK OF BONES UNDER PISTON WEIGHT STINKING LEATHER BOOTFALL HEAVY CHOKING EXHAUST BELLOWED BULGING LUNGS FALCONS WINGS SPIRALING OUTWARD OUTWARD EYES MOUTHS FLOODLIGHTS EXPELLING They run and jump FWA-KLANG! like piston-powered lions and shoot special ray guns like freeze rays SWOOSH and lasers ZAK ZAK and sonic blasts BWAAAA and plasma fire VOOM that are part of their bodies and they are stronger than everybody in the world and love to show off to each other but they jam and sink in mud and water and find it super scary but they're not afraid of anything. Heralds want to jump and punch and run and be big and brave and good and kill scary monsters.  VORTEX! RANGER! GO GO VORTEX RANGERS GO!!! SHINING ST...

  ULTRAREALITY Moebius The Rainmouth Corporation Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Stupid fucking blood gargling battery slaves. You don’t know what you’re sticking your fingers in. It’s not another universe, or outer space, or the noosphere, or a dream or a vision or a fantasy. It’s not anywhere but anywhere but here. It’s not anywhere but here. It’s another road, another way OUT. It’s OUT THERE, but you can see it from IN HERE. They’re touching each other. A one-way road still goes two directions. I can explain it, I promise. Look: even before Brass-Born Shah invented the microscope, you were still crawling with tiny little freaks. They’ve always been there. These guys have always been there too. They’re not tiny they’re invisible, intangible, undetectable. They’re eating you but you can’t tell, because they aren’t taking away something you know how to miss. They’re OUT THERE, but they can come IN HERE. They can come in here. Substance...

A Traveler in the Lovely Dark Lexi's Far Traveler Class ( Here ) is utterly amazing: it's both a class-template à la wizard schools and a little exploration at the same time! I fully recommend doing this for your setting, it's super fun.  Here is what a Traveler's "Been There" table might look like for the Lovely Dark. A kind of travelogue for this tiny little half-real world, lost somewhere between death and dreaming. by Kei Nanameda ~ 1. The Underworld.  A few precious memories of that place remain to you. Endless grey hallways in obscure geometric forms. Warm breath exhaled down long highways made of electric light that go on and on and on through fathomless dark. Closed courtyards of ash-white trees and the bowed shapes that weep, as indistinct as traces in dust. The Houses of Judgement, where each stair comes up to your waist, and the doors tower out of sight. The Court, where Games are played. And once, a glimpse of Grandmother Possum in her rotten nest,...

  An interlude. Here are some setting questions  ( from the mad queen's court ) by DireImpulse   1) What class knows the most martial arts? Are they real martial arts like kung fu, or made up ones like krav maga? You'd want to be an Aristocrat from the Enduring Empire. Nobility are trained in traditional, ceremonial combat arts, and encouraged to use them in low-stakes ceremonial wars. Their martial arts are extremely made up, because they're based on exaggerated Spanish accounts of the martial schools of the triple-alliance, where noble warriors would do backflips and catch arrows out of the air. In the Enduring Empire you're catching bullets with your withering glare and waltzing somberly with your rivals but the same principles apply. 2) Can I start out having already made a deal with the devil or do I have to do that in game? The Devil isn't real (but she loves you all the same). Orpheans start aligned with one of the Houses of the Moon, which is like having a m...

Alignment, Part One: Spiders (You can play this for a better reading experience) So if you, the citizens, maintain a healthy sense of dread, respect, you will secure a bulwark to protect the land and constitution, the like of which no other nation has, not the barbarous Scythians, nor in the heart of Pelops' land. For justice is the child of fear among all mortal men.          ~Antigone First, you have a dream.  A dream of empty air, s till and opaque.  A pressure that makes your ears ring, a n electricity that hums in your teeth.  A dream of being closed up, the air and the world and you, into a little box, which is tied with a little silk ribbon, and placed in a little cubby in a big room of haze and warm light. All the walls in this room are lined with little cubbies like the warrens of rabbits, and all the cubbies are filled with colorful things- sealed envelopes and glass bottles and little boxes tied with silk ribbons just like yours.  ...