September 1st, 2009

Conan Civilization Sucks


I don't know if it's stress, the side-effects of working my way off the Cymbalta, or just me being neurotic, but I seem to be obsessively coming up with, and then discarding, gaming ideas. The sheer scope of work required for most of the ideas is what's throwing me off — I was so spoiled by the era in which Dungeon magazine, the Dungeon Crawl Classics line, and E-Tools were doing all the heavy lifting for me, that now that I'm faced with doing without those, I'm freezing up. I don't have the free time to just come up with dungeons for the fun of it any more — and if I did have the time, I'd need to spend it on other stuff anyway. (Like drawing. I notice there's no Suburban Jungle today, Gneech.)

For a brief, shining moment, I was excited by the idea of doing a Saga-ized sequel to Red Hand of Doom, and I put together some converted classes, but I never could come up with a method I liked for dealing with spellcasters — not to mention the fact that the idea of converting a bazillion spells just makes me curl up into a ball and whimper.

So what do I do? See if I can scrape the crap off of 4E and just approach it as a ruleset? It might be tolerable once the annoying bits (read: tieflings, flash-bang-noise, etc.) are shaved off. Goodman Games' Punjar series looks intriguing. Or maybe pick them up and convert them to S&S Saga?

Does the potential usefulness of things like the D&D Insider outweigh the stick-in-my-crawness of it all?

I don't know, maybe I'm just having one of my periodical fits. :P Certainly I'm very twitchy.

Any of my players who want to weigh in on the topic, particularly with what you'd like to see, please feel free. Any decision I made today would just be overridden by the decision I make tomorrow, and I'm hoping something will happen at Dragon*Con to kick me out of this mental feedback loop; but knowing that you guys actually had an opinion one way or another would definitely help. :)

-The Gneech
Kero asleep

Chilling Out

Okay, I'm chilling out. After this morning's spazz attack, I went into manic mode at lunchtime, which made me feel better but was still definitely riding the wave of some kind of brain weirdness. Fortunately, the whole episode seems to have passed finally and I'm much more relaxed now, neither "Gaaah!" nor "Wheeee!"

Tomorrow is my first Cymbalta skip day of the weaning process. Assuming the side-effects of that are bearable, I'll be only be taking it every other day until the prescription runs out, at which point I should be able to go off of it completely.

Oy. I'll be glad to be past this. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. :P

-The Gneech