Hey, all! I'm getting ready this weekend's Winter War gaming convention, so I have been unable to bring you my usual amount of nonsense. So instead, here's some artifically generated nonsense:
The cleavage for another dilettante falls in love with a curse over a snow, or a stalactite related to an espadrille plays pinochle with the rascally looking glass. A wily necromancer, a slovenly cup, and a guardian angel beyond a philosopher are what got Jespera into trouble. A piroshki ridiculously dances with a labyrinth defined by the menagé à trois.
The looking glass over a ruffian finds subtle faults with a self-actualized tenor. If the irreconcilable cream puff amorously takes a peek at a sublime cigar, then another ribbon around some starlet rejoices. Kafka, the friend of the Interloper and Lila, goes to sleep with some girl. He called her Timosha (or was it Toscanini?).
A Return to the Stars
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After a veeeeerrrryyyy long, and mostly unplanned, hiatus, Stuart and I got
together to play more Stargrave in recent days. It was good! It was also a
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Good to know you've laid subtle clues as to what we're doing Friday night and Sunday morning. The whole thing needs 70s porn music...
ReplyDeleteHere's what I got on the first try:
ReplyDeleteAn unseemly curse cooks cheese grits for a haunch, or another girl takes a peek at a toothache. The necromancer ruminates, because a toothpick hosts some maestro. If a bubble is a big fan of a self-actualized necromancer, then a slyly ghastly toothache flies into a rage. A chic taxidermist is rapacious."
I think this could almost be called "mis-sense."
ReplyDeleteR.A. Wilson flashback. Who, I think, got it from Burroughs.
ReplyDeleteWhen are you going to pay me for your nonsense?
ReplyDeletereminds me of sterling's "20 evocations"...
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