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Il tempo non centra...

Months went by, the days pass, pass a normal day, a night out, and all of a sudden, alone in the car is assailed by memories, thoughts and emotions.

One song, this can make a simple, single song. The words, music, notes, a piano ... how many things can trigger a song, feelings, and snapshots of moments past and never return. A face, a smile, a caress and why? ..

How long has it been? It does not matter. How long will it last? It does not matter. How was good and true. That counts. For me a life, a dream for me forever.

So it's not so true that if you played is the same, even if it still hurts ...

Take me around, try to sympathize if you like, to me does not count. Realize that this song reminded me of how I loved you. The rest of misses, misses the time ...

... all misses, though all I have left is a song.

Aneurysm In Stomach, Risks

Thank Spiderpork!

"The Gama was stoned," he thought those my three poor readers. Not so, or at least no more than usual ... : P

This thanks is due as the super pig has been a key element of the game session last night. RPG comic? No, World of Darkness!

is taking place the usual game session on Tuesday, to take some 'time to prepare for the next adventures of GIRSE I took the opportunity to give consistency to an idea that has struck me and my dark half in recent days. Then life took an adventure-style horror that fits the above system of World of Darkness.
I will not describe How does the story for a couple of reasons: a) we have not finished the game and the players will read this, b) I could play it sooner or later some of the other lost souls who pass from here. The fact is, however, that the adventure is really making good its effect, the choice of maintaining the lighting of candles has merely allowed players to immerse themselves fully in the case.

What happened then?

Imagine a dark room in which game participants are experiencing a moment of palpable tension, do not know what is happening and can not explain anything of what they have seen or, perhaps paranoia, thought they were seeing. You almost got the midnight and became unconscious whispering voices and a threat undermines the security of the unknown characters, the eyes move from person to person and the ears tend to look for the slightest noise.


Suddenly the silence is pierced by a choked voice: "Spiderpork, Spiderpork! The ceiling thou spork!" Is the cell Lerykan that it bursts out with an alarm set to the theme music of the super pig softened by the fact cellofono that is safe in the pocket of his trousers. The

Lale left me four or five years on the table, the Obio found himself without the coronary arteries while his wife has come up with a series of insults in stereo with Joe Lerykan and jumped with his sweet mole on his chair, shaking the solid table! A massacre in fact.


is for this reason that I can say with all the admiration I am capable of, Thank you, Spiderpork! You made a game session horror even more terrifying.





Gama