My first poem ever, Lovecraftian ofc.
There sat a nigh ancient house
On the hill upon which heathens used carouse
None who moved there would stay for very long
Cause at night they could swear hear a song
Of gibberish words telling a haunting tale
About the things that night did unveil...
I have recently falen in love with my best friend who happens to be straight (I regard my self as straight but love is blind eh). So if it would let me be with him but don't screw the rest of my life over then I would change forever. Otherwise just for a day or two of intense masturbation.
I'm suposed to be the gm for a Call of cthulhu game this weekend and i could need some help so.
First of all: I've gmd some 40k rping but no "CoC" so any tips on mechanics and likes?
Secondly: I'v read call of cthulhu and mountains of maddnes and some other Lovecraft but i'm having a hard...
The human mind can only understand something so much larger then it self, as such only an infinite mind could ever hope to understand infinity. So we have to think that 0.9999999999...=1 but in "true math" it isn't.
Well, have you? And if yes, what do you think about it?
I kinda missed that there wasn't as much buildup as in a ordinary movie. But i think that the overall mood and the combat scenes easly offset the lack of buildup.
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