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Re: (TFT)What happend to the Mnoren?
So I told ya THAT story now I'll answer the original question.
Cidri was a mistake. There is no need to have some HUGE world that encompasses everybodys campagin, reality (and a touch of whimsy) does the job for us as so elquently described in the aforementioned novel. All we got was a few widely scattered or burried facts about the designers campagin and 2 two page apendixes. If you dig through the suplemental materal you can dig up quite a bit more but the fact remains that Cidri is superflurious. Not unimportant, but unnessacary. What I've been after is a game with a few tools that are beyond refute. Off the top of my head the big three are DICE, FIGURES, and HEXES. These things MUST be the same no matter whos' world is running. Hexes were the real bugaboo here, they took me years but I finally got shook of the perfection hangup and can now make my figures tap-dance if it was necessary to a story. I've got buildable (and destroyable) cities which is part of an answer to the problem of very powerful characters. Instead of throwing more powerful critters at them, make them conquerors. How many exp in a pop2 village (pop2 = population 2000)? Answer; about 23,200 if'n you kill every last man, woman, and child. (That post is written already too, I just gotta learn how to type...)
Getting too old for this marathon crap anymore....
I'm gonna catch a quick nap and will get back at it in an couple......
Jae Mnoren.... I mean Jay....
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Jay Carlisle" <email@example.com>
> To: firstname.lastname@example.org
> Subject: (TFT)What happend to the Mnoren?
> Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 02:10:15 +0800
> Robert A. Heinlein
> October 21, 1907 - May 8, 1988
> The Number of the Beast-- (ca. 1976, unpublished)
> Okay why all the sudden posts and where is this all leading?
> Well to tell you THAT story, I'm gonna have to tell you THIS story.
> It was a cold, wet, and windy Wendsday out here on the left
> coast. I had made my way down to the local watering hole and was
> nursing my second beer when the oddest chap walked in. To this day
> I can't describe the gentelman at all except to say he had an air
> of antique elagance about him. I can't recall his height, build,
> eye or hair colour, nor anything he wore. I have only that warm
> kinda memory associated with a stimulateing evening in the
> pressence of good company. I DO remember the conversation however,
> at least the part that mattered to me. You see somehow the
> conversation wraped around to RPGs' and you get me talkin games and
> it's gonna go to TFT pretty quick. Me, having a bit of a buzz I
> decide to toss out the Mnoren bit,
> 'what do YOU think happend to them?'.
> 'They left' he said, very matter of factly.
> 'How can you be so sure?' says I, a bit incredulus at the finallity
> of the response.
> 'First they were found and then they found something.' he answered
> with authority.
> At this point I ordered another round. After the barkeep fetched us
> fresh pints I had managed to formulate my next insightful question,
> 'Do what?' I wittily queried.
> 'It was your world that did it actually, first Steve Jackson
> idenified the Mnoren presence here and published the fact in 1977.
> Mnoren (in general) don't prefer to be public. There's always some
> yahoo that's got to give it a try so to speak, so it's best not to
> advertise. A bit more that a year later he did it.'
> 'Who? Who did what?'
> 'Why the greatest writer to ever apper on the 371 immages.'
> 'Huh?' I could tell my witty reparte was intreguing him.
> 'Have you not heard of Robert A. Heinlein?' he asked, raising an eyebrow.
> 'OH YEAH! He's GREAT!'
> 'Have you read "The Number of the Beast"?' he asked?
> 'Umm, the time travel one?'
> 'Not simplly "time travel" but travel between spectulative worlds.'
> 'Ahhhhh, I get it!' I said, not getting it at all.
> His eyes got a far away look, 'We were so wraped up in the
> alternate earths that we never even considered the possability of
> travel to fantasy worlds...' he sighed.
> His voice trailed off at this point and I called for another round.
> Determined to argue I brought to bear my best arguments as to the
> impossability of a Cidri only to be rebuffed with a possable
> solution time and again. Heavy metal gravity tugs to hold the thing
> together and warm it via radiation from the inside, white dwarfs in
> sequince orbiting to give 12hr day/night cycle, electiptical orbits
> help simulate seasons... just a whole bunch of stuff we were
> discussing but a thought suddenly (some may say finally) struck
> 'Woah, woah, WOAH!', says I, 'Just a while back.... back... you
> know, back a few minunets ago.... did you sa WE?'
> 'Excuse me?' he asked, a bit startled.
> 'I'm pretty sure that YOU just sa.....i.......d....w
> I don't quite know how I made it home that evening but maybe he
> didn't take into account HOW into TFT I was. Maybe that's why I can
> still dream about that conversation. Maybe that's why I can still
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