Well, it's been a strange week.
For those who are getting a little uptight that I haven't posted anything solid about game design for quite awhile now, my apologies. I promise a nice, pretty picture of a three-level ship in a day or two. I've just been putting my energy towards beating my fiction novel into submission and trying to find a blue Les Paul I can get a photo of for the front cover. Things are looking good for next week, perhaps the week after. Can't rush these things.
In the meantime, once again I'm being counselled - again - about my abusive, arrogant, inconsiderate manner in writing posts telling other DMs that they're idiots, they run shit worlds, they haven't done half the work they need to justify themselves and that in the future the game is going to leave them behind. I'm being told - as ever - that if I were polite, and presented my ideas politely, then these people would be SOOO much more willing to discuss the issues.
Pure bullshit. And here's why:
I love this scene. It directly addresses the entire issue of being polite to people who consider themselves talented and capable, who are in fact prima donnas who need the royal shit scared out of them from time to time. People do not improve with pampering.
People improve when they are shit scared.
I don't know ... I may make this film thing a regular feature.