Community Celebrating 20 years of RPG News (NSFW)

[Hamster]

What?! 20 years?!!! I've been here for over 16 of those years.... good God!!

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Happy 20th CODEX!!!

Holy shit, i've been here for half of my life already.

 

[fizzelopeguss]

What?! 20 years?!!! I've been here for over 16 of those years.... good God!!

Spoiler

Happy 20th CODEX!!!

Holy shit, i've been here for half of my life already.

Scary shit, mate.

 

[Gargaune]

The simple fact that it's impossible to give away a sealed and signed copy of PoE—that hardly anyone is willing merely to receive it and allow it to occupy 0.2 m³ of space in their home—is truly the best result I could have hoped for.

As such, its fate may end up being to occupy its own anti-shrine, let's say a rectangular patch of bare floor in a corner of the garage marked off neatly with black electrical tape, the box centered within that perimeter, and with a small laminated placard off to one side that reads: "You will never be able to utilize this space for anything worthwhile."

If the others are happy to forgo it, just slap a posit with "no, thanks" on it and mail it back to Sawyer.

 

[Unkillable Cat]

Paging Metro the original beg auditor to help forge a resolution of the matter. (Please read upwards.)

 

[Metro]

Paging Metro the original beg auditor to help forge a resolution of the matter. (Please read upwards.)

Cut it into as many pieces as people want it and mail everyone their sliver.

 

[Outlander]

I cede it to Roguey because it's signed by Sawyer.

I give it to whoever truly wants to own it.

'No fun allowed'

 

[Hamster]

What?! 20 years?!!! I've been here for over 16 of those years.... good God!!

Spoiler

Happy 20th CODEX!!!

Holy shit, i've been here for half of my life already.

Scary shit, mate.

I know, mate.

 

[Bigg Boss]

I would try to make money off it tbh. Mail it to me.

 

[Zarniwoop]

The simple fact that it's impossible to give away a sealed and signed copy of PoE—that hardly anyone is willing merely to receive it and allow it to occupy 0.2 m³ of space in their home—is truly the best result I could have hoped for.

As such, its fate may end up being to occupy its own anti-shrine, let's say a rectangular patch of bare floor in a corner of the garage marked off neatly with black electrical tape, the box centered within that perimeter, and with a small laminated placard off to one side that reads: "You will never be able to utilize this space for anything worthwhile."

If the others are happy to forgo it, just slap a posit with "no, thanks" on it and mail it back to Sawyer.

That has to be one YUGE game box For context, a guy of about 100kg or so would only be 0.1m³ in volume.

 

[Blaine]

I'd take it if you're seriously trying to get rid of it.

If I were merely trying to get rid of it, it'd be in the trash.

That has to be one YUGE game box For context, a guy of about 100kg or so would only be 0.1m³ in volume.

Nice catch. I multiplied L x W x H, but mistakenly divided the result by 12² rather than 12³. Actual value is about 0.015 m³.

Imperial moment.

 

[Tacgnol]

At this point Blaine it seems like the consensus is ritual destruction.

 

[Tavar]

Ritual destruction seems overly petty over something as mediocre as PoE. It doesn't deserve hate, it just deserves to be forgotten.

 

[Demo.Graph]

It doesn't deserve hate, it just deserves to be forgotten.

Somebody should send it to Biden.

 

[mediocrepoet]

It doesn't deserve hate, it just deserves to be forgotten.

Somebody should send it to Biden.

Seems like a good way to get added to a terrorist list.

 

[Jaedar]

Ritual destruction seems overly petty over something as mediocre as PoE. It doesn't deserve hate, it just deserves to be forgotten.

It's not just about PoE, it's about what it represents: the whole kickstarter era and the false promises of salvation it held.

 

[Blaine]

For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.

 

[HeatEXTEND]

it just deserves to be forgotten.

Fuck that I need closure

It's not just about PoE, it's about what it represents: the whole kickstarter era and the false promises of salvation it held.

 

[Hamster]

Ritual destruction seems overly petty over something as mediocre as PoE. It doesn't deserve hate, it just deserves to be forgotten.

It's not just about PoE, it's about what it represents: the whole kickstarter era and the false promises of salvation it held.

I still remember the sheer fucking euphoria of watching kickstarters for old school games succeed one after, heroes of old rising up to fight the decline. I was so young and full of hope.

 

[KainenMorden]

How do you feel about those heroes of old now?

 

[Gregz]

How do you feel about those heroes of old now?

Larian and InXile might very well have disappeared if not for communities like this. It's a forgotten footnote, but it's true.

 

[Modron]

I still remember the sheer fucking euphoria of watching kickstarters for old school games succeed one after, heroes of old rising up to fight the decline. I was so young and full of hope.

Never really fell for the big kickstarter memery, I was for a moment excited when Chris Roberts was going to make another Wing Commander then I watched the pitch and it was 90% about mmo shit and wrote it off.

Mostly just ended up backing things from smaller indie companies with established track records or games I had been following for a few years with demonstrable progress. Plus a few point and click adventure games because those can be made by solitary individual in his spare time even if the funding dries up and still come out.

 

[KörangarTheMighty]

The simple fact that it's impossible to give away a sealed and signed copy of PoE—that hardly anyone is willing merely to receive it and allow it to occupy 0.2 m³ of space in their home—is truly the best result I could have hoped for.

As such, its fate may end up being to occupy its own anti-shrine, let's say a rectangular patch of bare floor in a corner of the garage marked off neatly with black electrical tape, the box centered within that perimeter, and with a small laminated placard off to one side that reads: "You will never be able to utilize this space for anything worthwhile."

"What is this jewel that gives your keep its name?" He asked him as they sat talking over their emptied gold plates and gold goblets in the cavernous, candlelit dining-hall.
"You have not heard of it? It is a famous thing."
"No. I know only that the Lords of the Codex have famous treasuries."
"Ah, this jewel outshines them all. Come, would you like to see it?"

He smiled, with a look of mockery and daring, as if a little afraid of what he did, and led the young man from the hall, out through the narrow corridors of the base of the tower, and down stairs underground to a locked door he had not seen before.
This he unlocked with a silver key, looking up at the Newfag with that same smile as he did so, as if he dared him to come on with him. Beyond the door was a short passage and a second door, which he unlocked with a gold key, and beyond that again a third door, which he unlocked with one of the Great N-Words of Unbinding. Within the last door, his candle showed them a small room like a dungeon-cell: floor, walls, ceiling all of big-boxes, unfurnished, blank.

"Do you see it?" Blaine asked.
As the Newfag looked around the room his wizard's eye caught one box of those that made the floor. It was scuffed and dank as the rest, a heavy, ungainly big-box: yet he felt the power of it as if it spoke to him aloud. And his breath caught in his throat, and a sickness came over him for a moment. This was the foundingbox of the collection. This was the central place, and it was cold, bitter cold; nothing could ever warm that little room. This was a very ancient thing: an old and terrible spirit was prisoned in that box of cardboard. He did not answer Blaine yes or no, but stood still, and presently, with a quick curious glance at him, he pointed out the box. "That is Pillars of Eternity. Do you wonder that we keep so precious a jewel locked away in our deepest boardroom?"

 

[Blaine]

The simple fact that it's impossible to give away a sealed and signed copy of PoE—that hardly anyone is willing merely to receive it and allow it to occupy 0.2 m³ of space in their home—is truly the best result I could have hoped for.

As such, its fate may end up being to occupy its own anti-shrine, let's say a rectangular patch of bare floor in a corner of the garage marked off neatly with black electrical tape, the box centered within that perimeter, and with a small laminated placard off to one side that reads: "You will never be able to utilize this space for anything worthwhile."

"What is this jewel that gives your keep its name?" He asked him as they sat talking over their emptied gold plates and gold goblets in the cavernous, candlelit dining-hall.
"You have not heard of it? It is a famous thing."
"No. I know only that the Lords of the Codex have famous treasuries."
"Ah, this jewel outshines them all. Come, would you like to see it?"

He smiled, with a look of mockery and daring, as if a little afraid of what he did, and led the young man from the hall, out through the narrow corridors of the base of the tower, and down stairs underground to a locked door he had not seen before.
This he unlocked with a silver key, looking up at the Newfag with that same smile as he did so, as if he dared him to come on with him. Beyond the door was a short passage and a second door, which he unlocked with a gold key, and beyond that again a third door, which he unlocked with one of the Great N-Words of Unbinding. Within the last door, his candle showed them a small room like a dungeon-cell: floor, walls, ceiling all of big-boxes, unfurnished, blank.

"Do you see it?" Blaine asked.
As the Newfag looked around the room his wizard's eye caught one box of those that made the floor. It was scuffed and dank as the rest, a heavy, ungainly big-box: yet he felt the power of it as if it spoke to him aloud. And his breath caught in his throat, and a sickness came over him for a moment. This was the foundingbox of the collection. This was the central place, and it was cold, bitter cold; nothing could ever warm that little room. This was a very ancient thing: an old and terrible spirit was prisoned in that box of cardboard. He did not answer Blaine yes or no, but stood still, and presently, with a quick curious glance at him, he pointed out the box. "That is Pillars of Eternity. Do you wonder that we keep so precious a jewel locked away in our deepest boardroom?"

That's from one of the Elric books, as I recall.

 

[KörangarTheMighty]

That's from one of the Elric books, as I recall.

Earthsea actually, the first book.

 

[Blaine]

That's from one of the Elric books, as I recall.

Earthsea actually, the first book.

Ah, right. I read both of them earlier this year, explains the confusion.

 

[laclongquan]

It was 20 years ago today
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you will enjoy the show
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sit back and let the evening go
Sgt. Pepper's lonely, Sgt. Pepper's lonely
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
It's wonderful to be here
It's certainly a thrill
You're such a lovely audience
We'd like to take you home with us
We'd love to take you home
I don't really want to stop the show
But I thought you might like to know
That the singer's gonna sing a song
And he wants you all to sing along
So let me introduce to you
The one and only Billy Shears
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Yeah