The Sock-Monkey As Alone

      Greed Hunter or, Dreaming toward the stars.  A minimalist RPG   In a never-never land of Science-Fantasy out there beyond the stars in an aether of the unreal. Are ancient kingdoms, time travel, and spaceships. Tokusatsu-inspired Superheroes fight for the galactic police. Space pirates fight for freedom. Cyber espers seek the eternal through philosophy and magic.       episode-0   Death, if you die your ghost haunts the party if in a group can do a psychic check to interact with them 1 per turn. If the whole party dies they cross over.     Stats. Stats are dice. Every stat is a minimum of a d4 and upgraded through character creation to a maximum of a d12. weapons count as separate dice and are rolled at the same time the maximum number of dice rolled per check is three.   A starting character has 4 points to invest in stats. or four dice boost (permanently raise the dice rolled.) For example, use a boost on a d4 strength to become d6.   The w

  the pitiful attempts (The spinning top song.) “If you are unable to find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?” ― Dogen                              Playful prelude.  Beigoma as they spin a light humming sound              Resisting in an irresistible spin                          a losing battle                           with the laws                                    of                                physics  “The mind is the shadow of the light it seeks.”                                  - Jim Dodge   "Man is nothing like God; not only are our powers limited, but sometimes we are forced to become the Devil himself." - Nicholas D. Wolfwood the pitiful attempts   energy drinks and cigarettes     memories of four loco in Florida I am not in my right mind anymore. Remembering my voice shout       "If I was you I would knock me the fuck out."   and my friend's voice "turn your hea

Durga Banerjee was ready for the ritual. The ritual of balance. The single mother feared for her son Aadiv. But knowing that the time had come she had fasted in preparation. Even on the days without food, she would think of his twin. The brother she would have to make. The one she would imagine. Then this clone would be genetically modified to the family tradition. Then this clone would be given life. The protector of her son.   The morning is shown through the windows surrounded by chiseled stone walls. The stone walls are not ancient but are organized by the Brahman. Grown at the will of the living power. Ornate and sprinkled with texture. Ornate and alive with the will of design.   Lemuria is ancient. Lemuria was there before Atlantis was dreamed of. It is there at the bottom of the ocean beneath the deep and the dark. Held within by turtle shell-shaped walls holding back the Indian ocean. These walls are clear and you can see the life of the sea swimming around its edges.

You took all my friend's brains: a poem. Orange and green   Swirling in cliches     The asylum is closed       The dreams were not mistakes Yet there is always a yet.      I         Can                                  Not Reduce the lesson to a pithy remark. Other than the gratitude           in my heart.      Every time                          I See you                                         smile.