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DEATHNOWRIMO and Discord

BloodLetterPress compatriots, the blessed month of Halloween has come and gone, and the long, dark hour of National Novel Writing Month is upon us.  Fear not the empty document, compatriots: it is prime DEATHWRITE season, and we are here to help you bring forth words from the deepest reaches of your imaginations.

The creators of DEATHWRITE have furnished you with a Discord channel, so that you may commiserate with BLP contributors and others who have chosen this undertaking.  Organize word sprints, swap ideas, beseech your fellows for feedback or inspiration, organize your own DEATHWRITEs at home and abroad, and feel the certainty of knowing that this struggle is not yours alone.

Additionally, BloodLetterPress invites you to participate in DEATHNOWRIMO: PUNISH YOUR NOVEL, a DEATHWRITE event dedicated to participants of National Novel Writing Month, on Sunday, November 19th, starting at midnight Eastern Standard Time (UTC-5:00).  This event coincides with our Extra Life charity stream.

Until then, compatriots, go boldly forth, unburdened by your inner editors.

It’s got to be here somewhere.

It’s what they all think, and what many of them speak aloud. Their weak boots filling with my waters, their feeble sight confounded by my mists, they trudge through the trackless stretches of my maze, jumping at cobwebs and the shadows of trees, bewilderment giving way to desperation and gray, empty hopelessness. And the mires swallow them up as they kneel. So it has been for seventy succulent years.

“It’s got to be here somewhere,” one now says, parting his way through thick, slippery vines. His eyes flick from shadow to shadow, from stump to imagined looming shape. His fear comes off him in a slow, oozing torrent that spreads across the surface of the water, but the map in his clutched hand and the hollow promise of gold in his jittery mind lend something like confidence to his voice. He is telling himself that he is confident, and he is just good enough at lying to himself to believe it.

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JiffyCon Roundup!

BloodLetterPress (represented by Miki and myself) made our live debut at JiffyCon this weekend!  Here’s some of the cool stuff we did.

We kicked off the morning by playing a game of Fuel Priest, a dieselpunk RPG in development by Timeless Caverns.  I personally think dieselpunk is a criminally underrated genre (and am working on a dieselpunk setting of my own), so I was excited enough by the concept of Fuel Priest when we sat down to play, but if I had known what I was in for, I would have been practically ravenous for this game.  In the 34 pages of their current design, the folks at Timeless Caverns have created a game driven by hope, desperation, and reverence, where characters are defined by their kinship with their tools and their various interpretations of a common dogma.  It’s a work of elegant design married to exciting and timely narrative themes, and I can’t wait to play it again, or see the next step in its evolution.

From there, we ate a quick lunch, and Miki went to play Brodie’s  Here Is My Power Button, which I’ll let them write about.  After navigating a logistical hall of mirrors, I found myself playing Elliot Baker’s Tiny and Chrome, a Lego-based car combat game in homage to Mad Max: Fury Road.  While I don’t speak from a wealth of experience, this was easily the most fun I have ever had playing a miniatures game—intuitive rules ensured that each turn passed quickly, and playing with five other people meant that the board state changed explosively every round.

Rhino, Speedy, T-Bone, Gasser, and Slevine lie rent asunder as Cadillac and The Incinerator square off with Hedgehog and Skeeter for the final showdown! Photo credit: Meguey Baker

And, finally, we ran a game of our own Stars Fall Up!  I did a terrible job of explaining the rules, but it didn’t take long for our shared story to take off into a madcap Pilot City full of gondolas and ziplines, werewolf law, and suspicious turtles, which culminated in a boss battle against a Voltron made of Radio Shacks beneath a total eclipse of Planet Marsha.  Huge thanks to Dylan, Brodie, and Aaron for checking out our game and lending your splendid imaginations to our evening!  And huge thanks as well to Modern Myths and the organizers of JiffyCon 2017, for giving us the infrastructure we needed to expand our community, meet new people, and feel like Real Life Professionals!

BloodLetterPress careens forward into November with more fresh content coming to you a couple times a week here on our website.  Our Extra Life fundraiser culminates on November 14th in a 24-hour video game stream on our Twitch channel, which coincides with a DEATHWRITE: DEATHNOWRIMO 2017 EDITION for you writers out there.  Until then, we hope your Halloween is the best ever!

BLP Shenanigans for October/November: Live Appearances, Extra Life, and More!

Hello hello hello!  Wowie, dear readers, I am caffeinated!  And very excited to share what BloodLetterPress is going to be up to for the next few months!  We’ve had this blog up for a while now and have been churning out content ever since, but as the final days of Halloween Month draw closer, we’re getting ready to explode forth from our blog format into REAL LIVE APPEARANCES with our REAL LIFE SELVES!  Details under the cut!

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Books In The Wizard’s Library, Volume 3

Even More Books in the Wizard’s Library (some translated into Common by the Society for a Vernacular Zenith)

1: From Many, One, by Jenth Cooper (memoir of an awakened flesh golem, in Old Common)

2: An Ethnobotany of the Gleaming Swamp, by Ecalsis Wide-Eyes (in Sylvan, but trails off into pictographs and asemic writing at the end of each chapter; excellent botanical illustrations)

3: A Beginner’s Guide to Cobblecraft, by Ricki Hobnail (instructions on the creation and enchantment of magical footwear)

4: People of the Rune: a Study of the Ilumians, by J.F. Shmatz (iffy scholarship, but words glow blue and float off the page, so it ought to be worth something, right?)

5: An Anatomical Atlas of the Purple Worm, by Alysha Wroughtiron (includes a 10:1 scale foldout [8 feet long] with several layers of cross-section)

6: Where We Flock Together: A Living History of the Good Partridge Tavern, by Toastmaster Groth Jarlson (includes partridge-based recipes; book will hunt partridges by itself if removed from library)

7: The Definitive Museum of Fatespinner Textiles, by Lord Huecorro Sartor (one incorporated textile is poisonous on contact)

8: Shieldcraft, by Ulgurk Ulrich (book has been used as the key to a cipher; covered in scrawled notes, nearly illegible)

9: The Nopos Manifesto, by Orlog Siegetongue (made of cut-up bits of other books, preaches novelty and originality as the highest virtues of art; heated debate over this text distracted from several high-profile heists by its author)

10: The Monarchist’s Cookbook, no author (anti-insurrectionist explosives assembly manual)

11: Popular Folk Songs of the Asedia Lowlands, by Picadilly Stout (notation for mandolin, hand drum, and reed flute)

12: Grand Evocations of the Ancient Pistians (beautiful fake; curses thieves in 1d4 minutes, or explodes on anyone who opens it)

13: Interviews with Those Guarded by Unicorns, by Wasseli Fillamentra (constructed of cotton, wool, and other gently-harvested fibers, written with walnut ink).

14: Filvire Spangrov: A Life, A Death, An Unlife, by Dictus Abraxis (biography of lich by the detective who killed it)

15: Sentimentalism: An Ethical History of Charm Spells, by Rev. Lorelai Craishin (includes section on recreational use)

16: The Wizard’s Guide to Obtaining Free Labor, by The Great & Terrible Progadrius (hollowed out, pages glued together with dried blood; hollow contains copy of The Case for Lizardfolk Self-Determination by Genko of the Poison Fen)

17: The Theoretical Sixth Spellbook of Ivonne Dalehelm, transcribed by Fasaal Ibn-Ezesh (exists only when thought about)

18: We Love Macreedis Serpret, by his twenty-six homunculi (Serpret made this and other copies but keeps the original)

19: Sonnets by Glarthrek (flyleaf informs reader that opening book summons invisible horrors that attack if book is not finished in one sitting)

20: The Tome of the True Gourmand, by Gastrique, the Sultan of Spice (most recipes call for extremely exotic/expensive ingredients; careful perusal provides permanent +2 bonus to Profession (chef) or related skill)

 

Look for more installments of Books in the Wizard’s Library in the future.  -ð

Going Around: Getting Spooky

Here at BloodLetterPress, we’re simply not satisfied with a single day of Halloween.  Every day of October thus far has been yet another mischief-filled day of Halloween Month.  We’re celebrating Second Halloween a few months from now when our contributor Nagi returns from overseas.  We’ve been stocking up on candy for Reverse Trick-Or-Treating and watching a new horror film every other night or so.  This week, we thought we’d share some of our favorite pieces of seasonally spine-chilling media.

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Going Around: Desert Island Comics

Wait, shouldn’t it be deserted island, not desert island?  Wikipedia says that “desert” used to refer to any “desolate and sparsely occupied or unoccupied” place.  Whatever; times change, language is mutable, we all face the looming inevitable–but until then, comics!  Our panel of contributors shares their picks for absolute must-have comics for an island getaway/shipwreck scenario.

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Dragonoak and the Politics of Production Value

Over the years, I’ve noticed a divide in the kinds of media that my friends and I consume. Most of the time, across mediums, my tastes tend strongly towards work with high production value; I’m all about skilled musicianship and a clean mix, and typo-ridden or trope-heavy writing leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t believe production value is the be-all end-all of art, but I’m way more likely to give something a chance if whatever sample I’m checking out bears the hallmarks of careful craftsmanship.  This means that a lot of the styles of media my friends love (like bedroom folk-punk and fanfiction) never really grab me.  We’ll come back to that, but first, I need to tell you about how I couldn’t stop yelling about Dragonoak.

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