Hiding versus Seeking

Although there are many roles in a role playing game, else they’d just be … arson and looting games, there appear to be two problematic opposing styles of playing: glory charger and the hiding tactician.

The former faces all problems with the “I’m an invincible protagonist star of this story; prepare to die!” attitude – not realizing they could die and getting annoyed when they do or take penalties like it’s discouraging bravery. Many new players do this – balls out fun is what they signed on for – and are brutally brought down by the GM, over and over and over again, until they develope MGRMS (My GM Raped Me Syndrome). In response, they become obsessively planning cowards who rarely take any chances. Though this would fit a lazy GM, since their story pacing slows and they can steal player plans to inspire plot, it can be frustrating to many.

Your Dominus, Master Game Master that he is, grants you solutions.

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Busted Bling

Take yo money frum wear ya mouth is, pod-nuh!

1. Biz Markie was never an OG, “original gangsta” rapper. His top songs were Just a Friend and Pick’in Boggers. Ice “Fuck the Police” Cube was an OG – until he started making family films.

2. Learn the names of the people you show pics of, Cenk (lead Turk).

3. Live by the bling, die by the bling.

Basing your street cred on how shiny you are has never been really valid to me – if I can even use precise words like “valid” to describe anything “street”. As a poetic art that details urban culture, rappers that write rhymes that sound like luxury commercials are missing the mark by far. Not every song has to be about food stamps, whoring your chick for crack money or fuck’in chicks whoring for crack and other real depressing happenings, but how about some … um … what’s it called … CREATIVITY?

4. Cenk: stop projecting your gayness onto blinggers. Li’l John is the last one I’d call gay.

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Rescue Me

I’m watching the Daily Show recently and John’s guest is his long time comedian bud Denis Leary, sharp observational self destructive comic and composer of the I’m an Asshole song (da Dominion’s unofficial anthem).

While watching I wondering where the fuck he’s been for the past few years and wondering what he’s plugging, which was the FX channel series Rescue Me. And he actually plugged the show, as opposed to swapping drunken mic and feeble jew jokes back and forth as is normal for a Leary visit. I’ve heard of it but never checked it out until now, in it’s fifth season. If you haven’t seen it, it’s new to you. Very True.

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Emo Eminem Again

Being a former minscule fixture of the Detroit Hip-Hop scene (read: I did some smokin’ trees and rhymin’ in da cypher) of the early 90′s, I’ve always been of a split mind about Eminem.

On the one cerebral hemisphere, he’s representing the hometown well being perhaps the most technically complex rapper around. Even the quasi-autobiographical movie he made – although excellant only in it’s soundtrack – is named for the street I grew up on and still live near, 8-Mile. Yet, on the other neural lobe I could never really get into his music for its soul-crushing content .

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