In a concurrent attempt to keep my writing skills oiled, I have started a freelance article schedule with GameGrene. I have a lot to say about the subject, so I will say it with words on a screen. For the interested, I’m writing under steelbuddha.

It certainly doesn’t hurt my self-esteem to have more work published, if it indeed becomes so, and with Most-Honoured Girlfriend finishing the particulars on her game/cyber-fashion store, it may lend some legitimacy to our advertisements. Who knows?

This also marks, for the co-workers who read my site, a sort of coming-out. Yup, I’m one of those guys who burns lean tissue thinking up plots and puzzles so that other grown adults who oughta know better can roll dice until I give them the answers. I’m a closet GM.

I love the hobby, and it doesn’t make me any more antisocial than I would be without it. In fact, last Tuesday, my plotline involved a scene dramatic enough to evince cathartic tears from one of my players; the time when such real emotion can come from this medium make it worth my effort. I avoid the subject, however, to remove myself from a scenario similar to this with my hipster co-workers, or even those just prejudiced against the pastime.

There, I’ve said my piece (peace?) in the least interesting blog entry ever. Hard week, this. I should have stayed far from the Movable Type.