Shambling Mounds in Central Park

Worth breaking my self-imposed radio silence for. Scroll down to Cult warning for NY hacks.

I've just started a fresh D&D campaign with an old friend from school who I haven't seen for about fifteen years (and his wife, which he didn't have in school - I would have noticed). We played with no discernable irony, and my first level Paladin killed quite a few Beastmen which was good, particularly when I misunderstood how many hit points* my character had and insisted on taking on their leader alone, only to find out later on that my arm was basically hanging on by a bit of skin and sinew (a state which long-time blue cat readers will know is the traditional state for a paladin regardless of game medium) . Anway, I won, and it was great.

While I'm geeking out, there should be a technical term for the joy one feels when it turns out your hotel bedroom is just on the edge of someone's wifi zone. Wiphoria?

Also. I have become somewhat obsessed with this site.






*If anyone's wondering, yes I have. But to be honest, not for a while.