You come upon a ruined hamlet, villagers all fled or slaughtered
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It's the bowl. Someone might find it in any old shop, it is earthenware
mixed from the bones of the last shaman of Nilotte.
Whosoever eats from the bo...
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Meh. Sick.
Got the creeping crud in my nose and throat today, leaving me with little motivation to get anything done. Jim and the boys were over yesterday. We played GMT's newest boardgame, Manifest Destiny. I really like it as a game, but the fact that it is nominally a simulation of the economic exploitation of the new world kinda annoys me. Jim spent several turns yesterday putting the natives of the American Northwest in their place. All in all I'd rather be killing orcs or equally non-existant victims.
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