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I often brag about the brilliance of [ profile] maladaptive, but now I'm going to prove it. Instead of ranting about the stupidity of the current kerfuffle over the sexuality of love interests available in Mass Effect 3, she wrote a story emphasizing the stupidity. And it is a little piece of awesome.

Don't let the gay get on you! You'll never get it out!

And may I just add... which is more implausible? That a love interest will be attracted to Shepard no matter if she's male or female? Or that  love interest will be attracted to Shepard no matter if she's a xenophiliac do-gooder or a deeply racist asshole?
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So, this is what I spend all my time doing on WoW. It's called 'RP', and it can be a strange beast...

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About a decade ago now, the Fox ran a tabletop Changeling game for a small group of us. This was before Tale of Winter, though some of the threads from that early game ran through the larp.

My character, Bryn, was a troll knight who ended up swearing service to (and falling in love with, in the chivalric sense) a knocker inventor/clubber named Violet. Violet was an NPC played by the Fox. She had a whole purple and black industrial goth thing going on, and she was wicked hot! She was the girlfriend/prisoner of a redcap named Mortag the Red, and he was a pretty nasty piece of work. He pretty much just kept her around to make weapons and munitions for his gang.

I woke up one night after a gaming session and wrote this sonnet in a fit of inspired, frenetic passion. Recently, the topic of sonnets has come up on WoW, and it sent me to search out this piece. I think it's rather good for being something I wrote ten years ago.

What fairest beauties pierce mine eye,
With flashing looks and floating hair,
Can contest thy beauty's symmetry,
Or with thine wisdom doth compare?
Thou'rt fair as black-winged night.
Bright Luna in thy features dwells,
My heart, my soul, mine eye's delight,
Sweet Lady of the urban dells.
Nature's whim hath made thee wild,
Her purple wine thy lips doth stain,
And many a heart hast thou beguiled,
Yet all who love thee love in vain,
For one has chained the wild-grown flower,
Who feels no love, but lusts for power.

--by Dame Bryn Copeland, in service to the Lady Violet
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So, as some of you know, the fox is running the World's Largest Dungeon for myself and a few others. I recently made a new character, and ran across a site where dungeoneers throughout the country post updates and links of their experience with the dungeon. I'm taking this as an opportunity to chronicle our own dungeon adventure. This will probably not be interesting to anyone else, but here it is for those of you who just can't get enough!

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I threw together some icons for my Halcyon game and the mock message board we've been doing. If you're not playing, this probably won't make any sense.

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