i agree with Myi. we should celebrate each victory, and be grateful for those who went before. but i don't think any good comes from feeling guilty that other went through shite before us. that wasn't our fault.
Brad Paisley has a song on very similar lines to do with accidental racism, about being a proud white southern boy, but wanting to understand what it's like not to be one. i think we're on a level peg with that.
EXP can be handed out and decided by the GM's based on character experiences. so if your character flirts with someone (possibly successfully) the GM can say "+2 charisma" and voila. each character keeps a rolling sheet with their stats. i realise that i am clinging rather to my idea of dice, but RPG's without dice scare me...
we're in.
i really think the character sheet needs a bit of D&D style structure. x number of points to put into 5 or so slots for personality/skills/traits. it will make it easier to build characters for anyone who hasn't played before and is going to help keep things on an even keel.
kissing in the rain is awesome. very steamy stuff. however i have a question. lots of stuff is being written from Asher's POV, but his PT, rehab, and injury hasn't been mentioned in ages. last time it was, he still couldn't use one arm at all, but then he's making salad and running his hands through Michael's hair. exactly how long has it been since he got out of hospital?
on the other hand, this is still excellent, just with one little niggle. good stuff KC
I thin in a way, it's wise. if you can't decide on something that you're gonna love forever, then not getting it down is actually the braver decision. i know way too many people with "yeah i don't really like it anymore" tats. and that's not a place anyone wants to be.
Atoki smiled and kissed the demon again, softer this time, and shifted his weight until he had rolled them both so that the big demon was lying back on the bed. Vruuaska sat up, leaning against the pillows, adjusting his position so that his horns weren’t scraping the wall. Atoki snuggled against his chest again, bringing their erections together with a hiss.
“What did you have in mind?” Vruuaska ran his big fingers down the boy’s arms, “I’m not sure what I should do.”
Atoki kissed him again.
“Are you sure this is safe?”
Jason sighed, and the horse snorted into his hand, impatient and wanting to get on and get going. Jason couldn’t blame him. Ten minutes now they’d been trying to get the last rider on his horse. The bay quarter horse was sturdy and reliable as they came, but that didn’t stop the man, another big shot doctor taking his family on an all too short holiday to make up for lost bonding time the rest of the year, from panicking like a fool.
He had clucked and worried and