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A few years ago, I read a few very good, very geeky books: “Achtung, Scweinhund,” by Harry Pearson; “The Elfish Gene” by Mark Barrowcliffe, and “Game Night,” by Jonny Nexus,

On Monday 16th November, Jonny Nexus embarked on a project to publish the entire text of his ENnie award nominated roleplaying novel Game Night on leading RPG website EN World in 26 free weekly instalments.

To publicize this project, he’s embarked on a “blog tour,” and DorkTower.com is one of his stops. You can read the first installment of the serialisation here. Two more have subsequently been featured on the “tour,” and Jonny’s latest stop is here.

DorkTower.com is very happy to be presenting Chapter Four of Game Night. And also to be quizzing Jonny a little bit on this latest bit of madness of his…

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Q: The idea to promote Game Night via a “blog tour” – how did that come about? Is that an original idea, or has someone done it before?

It’s not an original idea. I don’t know where I first came across the idea, but I know that I was exposed to it when Shauna Reid, who does a blog called “What’s New, Pussycat?” did a blog tour to promote her book, “The Amazing Adventures of Diet Girl”. And I’ve read about it in various other places since then, typically in “How to market your book” type books.

Q: A lot of authors say the worst thing about book tours is either the travel, or the loneliness. What’s the worst thing about a Blog Tour?

I don’t know that there’s a worse thing. I suspect a real book tour has much more extremes either way: lows like travel, loneliness and the one you didn’t mention – having no-one turn up to a signing; highs like the buzz of seeing new people and places.

It’s probably a bit like comparing a night in front of the TV with going to the theatre to see a play; you might get rained on or mugged on the way to the theatre, and you might end up having paid a load of money to see something it turned out you hated – but you might see something that rocks your world.

Q: Three stops into the blog tour, what’s the reaction been like? As good as you’d have hoped? Any surprises?

Well I haven’t had any huge responses so far. I think one of the problems with this sort of on-line marketing is that you don’t get much of a reaction at all. You might get a few comments posted here and there, but in general people just read what you’re doing – and hopefully enjoy it – but that’s that. You instead measure success in page views.

That’s probably actually the answer to your above question: the worse thing about a blog tour is that you don’t get anything like as much feedback as you would with a real tour. You hope people are clicking on the link at the end and going on to (in this case) read the first part of the serialisation. But when all you’ve got to go on is a page view counter, it’s hard to know who’s coming from where. You basically just have to keep on doing all the stuff you’re doing and hope that some of it is working.

But the page view counter’s kept on going up, so hopefully that’s good. I’m sure the blog tour is getting the message out to people, but it’s very difficult to know by how much. (I guess Russ, the boss of EN World, could look in the server logs and find out where people are coming from, but it seems like a bit of a cheek to bother him, just to satisfy my curiosity.

Q: You’ve said that Terry Pratchett isn’t as much of an influence as people may think. Do you think that all humorous fantasy book these days get an immediate Pratchett comparison?

I think the honest answer is that humorous fantasy authors very want to be associated with someone who’s sold 55 million humorous fantasy books, as much as they might protest the opposite. Sure, they (and I include myself here) will claim that that they’re not influenced by him, but his success has been of such a huge, genre-defining type, that you secretly want to have a tiny little bit of his spotlight shine on you. So if reviewers don’t compare their books to Terry Pratchett, then the authors most like will.

It’s also a very easy and convenient shorthand to explain what genre you’re in, who might like them, and where they should be filed.

I’d like to think I’ve got my own style, but that hasn’t stopped me being very pleased whenever I’ve found a quote in which someone compares me to him, or deterred me from immediately splashing said quote all across my website. I’ve got a whole bunch of them up there in fact (the first of which is from yourself):

“A Pratchett-esque debut novel of gods, roleplaying, and game-night kerfuffles…”

“Game Night, the debut novel by Jonny Nexus, is a work of absolute genius, and is definitely ranked as one of the most fun and enjoyable books I’ve read in a long time, and in my opinion is at least as witty as the likes of Terry Pratchett. ”

“Reviews of this book have claimed that it has an air of Discworld about it. I’d agree with that, especially Pratchett’s early work; its plot is similarly chaotic and the comedic style is similar.”

“I issued more laughs from reading Game Night than I do from an average Pratchett novel… Clash of The Titans meets Discworld, neatly blended with a little Red Dwarfism.”

“Start with a generous helping of Terry Prachett, add a dash of Douglas Adams, a pinch of Christopher Moore and season heavily with Dead Gentlemen’s Gamers.”

“If you like the work of Pratchett, Foglio, Asprin, or DeChancie then this book is for you.”

So there’s no way I can claim to dislike it if people compare me to Terry. (Although as an aside, I hadn’t realised there were that many Pratchett mentioning quotes up there until I just went through and picked them out).

Q: Nice work, slipping those rave quotes in. Well played, sir. OK – next question: Are there any Gods in Game Night that are based directly on you, or your style of play? Any of the player characters?

None of the gods are directly based on particular people; but they are very much based on styles of play that I and others have exhibited. I always say that in my personal style of play, I tend to vary between being the Dealer (i.e. the method roleplayer) and the Jester (the guys who can’t resist making jokes), with a regrettable tendency to become the Sleeper when tired.

As to the mortals (the player characters), I’d probably say that Yann is the character I’d like to create, but Hill is the character I’d probably end up creating.

Q: Obviously, many BAD fantasy novels have been written about people’s Dungeons and Dragons campaigns. Game Night is very good. Did any episodes in it come directly from your gaming group?

No, nothing directly. I think I wrote in one of the earlier blog tours about the incident which was closest to a real incident (a character burning to death). But I think the idea that you could (or should) simply write up a campaign into a novel is bad one.

A roleplaying campaign is like real-life; sometimes interesting, often not, sometimes involving something that will turn out to be significant, and often involving something that will turn out to be irrelevant. In a sense, that’s part of what I like about roleplaying; it’s more real than any novel precisely because it’s raw and not edited.

A novel shouldn’t be like that. At each point, the thing that happens should be the funniest, most interesting thing that could have happened; the thing that is said should be the most apt and insightful thing that could have said. A novel deserves to have the novelist guiding it at every point to the best possible path, to instead write what simply happened to happen is (IMHO) an abdication of responsibility.

So the entire novel is inspired by things that have happened to me when I’ve roleplayed; but inspiration aside, it’s entirely fictional, with me attempting to come up with the most entertaining paths at each decision point that I could.

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To read the first installment of Game Night, just click on this link (and remember to bookmark it!)

To reach Jonny, just drop him a line at gamenight (at) jonnynexus dot com. Or you can follow him on Twitter or Facebook. Or to just be kept informed of each chapter when it comes out, you can follow the @GameNightNovel twitter feed.

Perhaps I should clarify that: I don't scream like a girl all the time. The title of this post should really be more along the lines of "The Tale of the Early-Morning Chai, In Which I Scream Like a Girl." There is chai in the story, and partaking of it led directly to me uttering a scream that could best be described as girl-like, or "girly" in the parlance.

Many years ago, my friend (and now brother-in-law) Sean K. Reynolds decided that he liked the chai tea served by our favorite local Indian restaurant so much that he wanted to make it at home. He asked them for the recipe, and, surprisingly, they gave it to him--presumably so that they could utilize their attached Indian grocery to sell him everything he needed. Hey, why not? They gave free refills on chai at the restaurant; but if he made it himself, he'd have to pay for every last drop. Shrewd people, them Indians.

After a couple of trial runs, Sean was ready to start brewing his chai on a regular basis. One morning, he showed up at Wizards with a rather large Thermos full of the stuff. He asked if I wanted any, but I initially turned him down. I had my 25-cent Mountain Dew from the vending machine right by my desk (which I still contend is why I eventually became diabetic; screw you very much, high-fructose corn syrup). Eventually, though, Sean wore me down, and even hustled off to the office kitchen to scrounge me up a mug to use.

And it was good chai; Sean did well. Of course, it eventually dawned on me that I was the only other person who'd taken Sean up on his chai offer. In case you're doing the math at home, that means that I had maybe 8 ounces of the stuff, while Sean sat and finished off about half a gallon of caffeine-laden Indian rocket fuel. As I say, it eventually dawned on me that Sean had drunk so much of it because he couldn't stop talking. Sean is normally given to long-winded, rambling tales (although, to his credit, he has gotten out of the habit of introducing backstories by way of the words "Well, 'mkay ..."), but today, he was in rare form. His usual witty remarks were just long strings of stream-of-consciousness gobbledigook. When I pointed it out, he realized just how much chai he had consumed, and recognized that it might actually be time to eat a little food.

But I digress. Neither Sean nor I screamed like a girl that day, and this is a story about me screaming like a girl. Sort of.

Sean took to making his chai for special occasions, and, a couple of years ago, made a big pot of it on Christmas day for his sister and their parents and me. My wife Keri (his sister) had had the chai before, but finally decided that she wanted the recipe (we were doing more cooking, and we quite enjoy tackling interesting recipes), so Sean finally gave us the recipe, and we started making it this year. Good stuff.

Last night, Keri decided that she was going to get out of bed a little early today and make some for our consumption. We spent the weekend baking cookies (see figure A) and have been dog-tired every since, so a little extra caffeine in the morning would be a good thing.

Figure A

So Keri did, in fact, get up early and make chai. And it was great! But, there was a bit left over that wouldn't fit in her Thermos, so we decided I'd have it when I finished my first cup. I kissed my wife goodbye as she left for work, then went in to tidy up the kitchen before a scheduled eye appointment this morning.

Now, I like to keep a tidy kitchen, so I usually clean up right after she leaves for work each day. Today, while cleaning up, I realized that I was bumping the handle of the pot with all the leftover chai in it, so I moved the pot to the back burner. Hey, I'm not about to knock over several ounces of scalding-hot liquid onto anything or anyone, myself first on that list, so, I thought, I was being wise.

I finished tidying, grabbed my still mostly-full mug, and headed up to my office to read my emails and such. When it got to be time to head to the optometrist's office, I went back downstairs, grabbed my coat, and prepared to head out.

Then I noticed the chai. "I should put the rest of that away," I thought to myself. "It's going to get cold--and, besides, it develops that nasty film on top if it sits too long. In fact, I should check and see if it already has that film."

At this point, I should mention that the "Low" setting on our range burners is virtually invisible. The difference between "Off" and "Low" is indistinguishable. I bring this up because I'd like to absolve myself, in advance, of the inevitable accusations of stupidity. I'll cop to carelessness, perhaps, but it was really just a failed perception check that brought about what happened next.

You see, when I moved the pot to the back burner, I didn't notice that the front burner was still on. And, not noticing it was still on, I thought nothing of putting the pot handle directly above the active burner.

In the time it took for me to pick up the pot by its searing-hot handle and give it a quick shake to see if there was any film on top of the chai, the damage was done. I dropped the pot back onto the stove, and, as you can imagine, then it was time for the girly scream.

I must, of course, defend my honor by pointing out a couple of things: Firstly, I had put the pot down (more or less voluntarily) when I realized how hot the handle was. So my resulting scream wasn't entirely involuntary, which means that I probably could have chosen not to scream at all. The fact of the matter was that I felt the scream welling up inside of me like so much sonic vomit, and made a conscious (if sudden) decision not to try to choke it back down. I let that scream out on purpose.

Secondly, your standard girlish scream usually has a much higher pitch than I can accomplish, and lasts quite a bit longer than, say, a whoop of exultation. Or a "golly, that's extraordinarily hot!" kind of outburst, which is what my scream turned into. That is, a girlish scream usually goes something like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" or "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!", whereas mine came out more like "WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHAH!" So I can sort of claim that my version of the girly scream was just a somewhat higher-pitched version of a "YEOW!" Sort of.

I'm sure that what my neighbors heard, however, was the sound of a pig being ruthlessly slaughtered, or, perhaps a teenage girl being brutally murdered. But it was just me, screaming like a teenage girl being murdered, because I burned my hand.

And that's the story I'm telling the police, should they show up, for any reason whatsoever.

JD

A column I wrote, 19 years ago, when I was a newspaper person in another life.

LENNON’S LIFE, LYRICS TOUCHED MANY LIVES

By John Kovalic
Wisconsin State Journal

About five years ago, I walked out of Paul McCartney’s “Give My Regards to Broad Street” and into the offices of the UW student newspaper, the Daily Cardinal, to type up my careful, considered review of the movie.

“Somebody,” I wrote, “shot the wrong Beatle.”

In the days that followed, as the Cardinal devoted what I’m still convinced were special issues – but may have been merely entire pages – to my hate mail, I decided to crawl underneath my desk and rethink my position. Friends told me Chicago Tribune columnist Bob Greene had become so violently incensed with my review that he stopped writing about Elvis Presely for a full five minutes to compose a column on how young people these days didn’t understand Paul McCartney.

The Bob Greene reports may have been spurious – I have yet to track down any such column – but if I ever get around to penning my autobiography (tentatively titled “I Wandered Lonely as a Clod”), I’ll probably gloss over what later came to be known as “The Broad Street Affair.”

Instead, I’ll try to focus on McCartney’s recent world tour. Specifically, on a three-song medley he performed in the middle of a block of Beatles numbers at a mobbed Soldier Field in Chicago.

I can’t even remember if he introduced the medley, yet its songs were unbearably wrenching: “Help!” “Strawberry Fields Forever,” and “Give Peace a Chance.”

Songs John Lennon wrote.

To be honest, McCartney’s versions of “Help!” and “Give Peace A Chance” didn’t strike me as anything to write home about at the time. They seemed rushed, and slightly harried. Maybe not dishonest, but not from the heart.

But the emotions I felt as he moved into the opening chords of “Strawberry Fields” were overwhelming.

Maybe it was the deferred hope diffused in “Strawberry Fields” that McCartney captured that night. Or perhaps it was simply his relative difficulty in relating to the lonely pain of “Help!” or the subdued urgency of “Give Peace a Chance” that made the middle song so powerful by comparison.

But – at that moment, during the opening chords of an abbreviated song he hadn’t even written – McCartney transformed his performance from Oldies Concert to Happening.

There seems to be a division among some Beatles fans, between Lennon supporters and McCartney apologists. It’s as if nobody can quite accept the fact that the band that produced “And Your Bird Can Sing” also put “Good Day Sunshine” on “Revolver.”

Every other radio station under the sun will be playing blocks of Lennon’s music today, on the 10th anniversary of his murder. “And Your Bird Can Sing” will undoubtedly be among them.

And at some point, there’ll be a Lennon song – it may be this or any one, it depends on how I’m feeling at the time – that gives me pause, that makes me think back to a cold day during my first year at the University of London, when I couldn’t believe the news.

At the time, I was a staunch McCartney apologist. In a sense – a few movie reviews to the contrary – I still am.

But when I heard the news, I felt cold.

Ten years ago, the BBC pulled its regularly scheduled evening broadcasts in the wake of the murder, and ran the movie “Help!” instead.

At some point today, a radio station will play a song. And I’ll start thinking about how one man can touch so many lives.

(c) 1990, Wisconsin State Journal

The false suspense of the premise threat is largely absent from RPGs. It's the rare series that carries the implicit promise that its main characters will never die or fundamentally change their natures. If a TV writer's room runs out of ideas for its series lead, a premise threat starts to look tempting. When a player gets bored with his character, she talks to the GM and generates a new one.

Also, RPG series are typically less oriented to a tight premise than to a central activity. It’s this activity that is exempt from change, with characters rotated in and out to perform it*. As long as the D&D characters are killing things and taking their stuff, your Traveller traders kicking around space getting into trouble, or the vamps engaged in intrigue with other bloodsucking power groups, the central activity and thus the series' sense of basic unity remains intact. To convincingly threaten the premise, the players have to believe that the entire activity would come to an end, or that all characters of their type will disappear. Traveller characters might face a threat that would stop interstellar travel. A mass vampire die-off could threaten the premise of a Vampire game. A non-absurd threat that would bring all D&D activity to a halt is hard to envision. A divine blessing that turns every entity in the universe into a communal pacifist?

Because GMs often start and stop games, players may respond to a premise threat with equanimity. It might not dismay them that the fantasy city they headquarter in could irrevocably drop into a time rift. They could easily assume that the series has reached its natural end and gird themselves excitedly for the big finish. An external threat to their characters' viability could elicit a shrug and thoughts of a new character, or the justifiable feeling that authorship rights are being unfairly poached upon.

*Certain long-running ensemble shows work sort of like this. You can’t threaten the premise of Law & Order, as there will always be cops and prosecutors doing their job in New York City. ER survived for an astounding fifteen seasons, with only one leading actor in common between the starting and ending casts.

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One of my all-time favorite card games is Chrononauts, from Looney Labs, where you get to fiddle with history in order to change the world to your liking. Prevent Lincoln's assassination, and you get a ripple effect through time—perhaps an alternate timeline where Lincoln was impeached in 1868 and Martin Luther King became the first black president in 1974. Your goal as a chrononaut is to get a very specific timeline to occur—do you want to prevent World War III, or make it happen? Of course, other chrononauts have their own goals—and they're probably contrary to yours. Paradoxes ripple through time, relics that never should have existed are collected from the past, and much fun is had by all.

A lot has happened in the 21st century, but Chrononauts is now almost ten years old, so its TimeLine only covered up to 1999... until now. Introducing The Gore Years, an 11-card expansion for Chrononauts which extends the TimeLine to 2008, and explores the possibilities of a world that never knew the meaning of the term "hanging chad." The set includes 5 new TimeLine cards, 3 new Patches, and 3 new Characters who depend on this new strip of TimeLine.

And if you haven't already picked up the previous expansions for Chrononauts, well, the time is now! Early American Chrononauts is a standalone explansion—a full-sized deck that can be played by itself or combined with the original Chrononauts game. And the Lost Identities Booster Pack provides you with 13 new ID cards, plus a new Mission, to mix into your Chrononauts deck.

If you have five minutes to spare, give this animated short--Off His Rockers--a look. It's cute and looks like it COULD be an early Pixar product ... but it's not. According to my friend taliabriscoe, it was made by someone at Disney-MGM as a side project and wound up being shown with the theatrical release of Honey, I Blew Up The Kid (but not included on the DVD release).

It's a terrific cartoon ... a great early mix of computer and traditional animation, and shows what Disney COULD have achieved on their own if they'd let their visionaries have the sort of free reign that Pixar gave to theirs.


Oh, and the music is by Bruce Broughton, the guy who wrote the score for Silverado. How cool is THAT?!?

A new review of mine, just in time for the Holidays, is now up over at FlamesRising.com: "A Very Scary Solstice" album by the HP Lovecraft Historical Society. Here's a link: http://www.flamesrising.com/very-scary-solstice-review/

Enjoy, and happy holidays everyone!

Bill

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Paizo.com customers bought piles and piles of Dreamland Toyworks' My Little Cthulhu toys in 2007, but the watery god has been lying low for a while. No longer! By popular demand, the Great Cute One has finally been rereleased—get yours while you can! This 8-inch vinyl toy, designed by Dork Tower creator John Kovalic, comes with two My Little Victims that fit in My Little Cthulhu's snuggly grasp—and they pull apart to let him at their yummy red insides!

What's that, you say? Cthulhu hungers still? No problem—My Little Victims also come in convenient six-packs, featuiring six different characters for your voracious Cthulhu to nibble.

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My mother died in early November. After years of caring for Mom in her decline, Dad now seems to be holding himself together and looking toward his future.

I didn’t want to write about Mom’s life, much less her death, so I stopped blogging for awhile. I’ll write about Mom when I’m ready, but almost certainly not in this venue.

Many of you offered kind comments and support when I mentioned my mom’s strokes back in October. I know the love is there… Since my more-or-less stoic nature is allergic to trawling for sympathy, this post-of-information and blog-restart comes to you marked as a no-comment zone.

The same applies to the other change in my life. Getting laid off by Wizards of the Coast this Thursday wasn’t on the seismometer compared to Mom’s death. I wasn’t choosing to get laid off but when I saw the writing leak up onto the wall I didn’t fight very hard to erase it—I shrugged and decided that if this was what WotC really thought was their best option, screw it.

It’s time for a change. I get to work on games and stories as an independent again. Designing games is a passion I don’t intend to shake off. And I’ve got a book or four to write; that’s a challenge I didn’t want to grapple with while Wizards said that it owned everything I created.

Not that I want to spend much time speaking ill of my ex. It always weirds me out when people break up and then have nothing good to say about their ex-partners. Wizards was a hella fun place to work. I learned a lot, got to design a lot of fun games and worked alongside many wonderful people. Yeah, it’s true that the biz leads to many of those wonderful people eventually being laid off. Blah. People who got laid off before me, and along with me, got considerably rougher deals than I did.

And to extend the analogy another notch, that big ol’ Ex is taking care of many of my creations, including 4e and a somewhat hilarious number of books and new games that will be published in 2010 or 2011. Huh. That will be interesting.

See you here and elsewhere.

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Today, we meet denizens of the Planes -- the blight-born, demons of the purest elements made anything but pure.

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'Tis the season of giving. And so, we give you walking storms, frightful weapons, and a trip to the Underdark!

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An avenger’s deadliness lies in the divine guidance that causes his or her weapons to strike true.

I don't know what was up with me today, but after not getting up until after 10:00 this morning, I spent the better part of the afternoon sleeping on the couch. I'd roll over and suddenly 2 hours had gone by ... switch positions, rest my eyes, and another hour-and-a-half was gone. I didn't get up and start being REALLY productive until after 7PM.

I hope this doesn't mean I'll be up till all hours.

So, in lieu of some more detailed post, let me just present a little video that may make some of my ex-TSR friends squirm.


Buck, it seems, is back. No telling whether the writing, acting, or live-action production values will be any good ... but it sure looks like they've got the overall visual FLAVOR right!

Yeah, it's a weird title. Still, I think I finally understand, just a little mind you, the emotional rollercoaster of PMS. It all started with the Hives Incident. Last Tuesday I got my regular allergy shot, which because of various timing issues, was a lower dosage. Still, it was too high since later that day I broke out in hives from my neck to my knees. And these were Hive Mountains, long chains that itched like crazy. I called the doc and went in where they gave me a prednisone shot in the butt. (The nurse exclaimed when I pull my pants down "Poor soul, you've got hives on your butt." Yeah, tell me something I don't know.) Anyway, along with the shot I was given a 4 day treatment of prednisone in pill form and the next morning I started taking it. For those of you who don't know, prednisone is a steroid, which if taken long enough (over a week) can suppress your body's ability to produce cortisone. That's not my issue. No, turns out that one of the major side-effects of prednisone is irritability and general crankiness. It took a couple of days for me to realize that something was weird and everything was driving me crazy. Everything. After a couple of days of biting everyone's head off here at Casa Savage it dawned on me that it could be the prednisone, so I Googled the side-effects and learned about the irritability and crankiness. However, just because I know why I'm cranky doesn't really help with not being cranky. The nice thing is that understanding what's going on makes it easier to tell Annie that I need some quiet time, which is why I'm in the office with headphones on, a locked door, and music cranked up to 11.

I'd always wondered why you couldn't just deal with PMS irritability. Now I know. And knowing doesn't fix things, but it does make it easier to cope. Still, I'm glad my last pill was yesterday morning. Hopefully it'll get flushed out of my system soon.

Before I kill someone.

;P

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