I once was tasked with a metaphorical trip to the basement to fix Cthulhu knows what in the Old Code. Thing was built on top of an ancient CLI tool that consumed and returned SOAP XML. It was terrible.
I spent a month untangling that mess and even pushed a fix to the tool. About a month later I get a phone call from someone asking me if "I was the guy who fixed the tool". I said yes and was immediately offered a job to take over as lead dev on that team. Sensing a trap I politely declined. Dude sighed and basically said not to worry, it would have been miracle to find someone the day before he quits.
I always pick a character from a movie to play characters in my campaigns. For example, I might decide this dragonborn librarian is being played by Zorg from the Fifth Element, so he's going to talk with a slight west Texas twang.
Makes deciding what accent to use pretty easily, and gives me a canned personality to boot.
(My fallback for making the table regret talking to an NPC is Dick Van Dyke's terribly-accentented chimney sweep in Mary Poppins.)
I once did a campaign where all the bad guys where Gary Oldman in different roles
When I was a teen, I had a summer job at a laboratory. They had a BLAZING FAST T-1 connection. This was a big deal, that's what hackers in movies dreamed about having access to.
So I took my gaming rig to workto play counterstrike one day. (it was always mostly deserted, and no one cared what the lab monkey did before noon when they all eventually showed up)
The latency was non existent. I felt like a god. I was banned from several servers that day becythey thought I was botting due to having an order of magnitude better ping than anyone I was playing against. I got paranoid and never took my machine to work again, but it was a fun day.
If I was shoe horning a magic system that co-exists with physics, I'd make magical black holes around the universe that are constantly sucking matter in and turning them into magic in some kind of sub space that eventually leaks back in as matter and regular energy. Close the system so to speak.
Dodge Rams are paper trucks. For decades they were (and still are) slapped together pieces of shit that would catastrophically fail at the drop of a hat. The brand deserves to be associated with conservative assholes that will shoot their own faces off in rage if you call their nose gay.
There's a 2020 article about the #1 most likely vehicle to be in an accident caused by a drunk driver is a Dodge Ram 2500.
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I once was tasked with a metaphorical trip to the basement to fix Cthulhu knows what in the Old Code. Thing was built on top of an ancient CLI tool that consumed and returned SOAP XML. It was terrible.
I spent a month untangling that mess and even pushed a fix to the tool. About a month later I get a phone call from someone asking me if "I was the guy who fixed the tool". I said yes and was immediately offered a job to take over as lead dev on that team. Sensing a trap I politely declined. Dude sighed and basically said not to worry, it would have been miracle to find someone the day before he quits.
Felt like this: