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The filibuster is not specifically guaranteed in the constitution. What is guaranteed is the ability of the Senate to write their own procedural rules. So any time a majority decides to change the rules, they technically can do so. They can lower the cloture threshold for SCOTUS appointments and legislation to 51 votes if they want. If the Dems retake the Senate and McConnell continues the obstructionist attitude he held through the previous 8 years, they absolutely should imo. The purpose of government is governance, not throwing a hissy fit until you finally get your way.

I could post this in the Song Lyrics thread but I feel it's more appropriate here.
 
 
 
Into the whirlpool Where matter vanishes Degenerate star Arm of Orion An iron sun The forbidden circle Anti-matter is the Black horizon   Heavy metal Black and silver Fallen matter Of the sun Pours itself Into a place Where there was never Never one   By starlight The heaviest will rise up Magnetic mirrors Scattered bodies slow All chaos of matter River of fire A night sea crossing The cosmic fluid flows   Heavy metal Black and silver Fallen matter Of the sun Pours itself Into a place Where there was never Never one   Fallen matter From the cross Freedom That was never lost Beyond being Will be coming Beyond time, space and control   Direction Starlight Creation Starbright Foundation We forged the Einstein bridge tonight Spans a river Starlight We call time Starbright World Light of darkness Without end Light of light   Heavy metal Black and silver Fallen matter Of the sun Pours itself Into a place Where there was never, never, never, never one   "Heavy Metal: The Black and Silver" -- Blue Oyster Cult

Once upon a time, there was something called the Fairness Doctrine, which basically gave the FCC the power to regulate coverage of important issues, and make sure that opposing views were adequately represented. The rules were eliminated by the FCC in 1987, and the language to implement formally removed in 2011.
 
Media companies are now free to be as "fair and balanced" as they want, and most cable news outlets here consist of large blocks of "surrogates" and "experts" talking at each other, and media personalities explaining how the viewer should feel about an issue or event. There is, unsurprisingly, very little actual news gathering, as that represents work on the part of a reporter and money on the part of the organization. Most "news" now consists in large parts of video news releases *, or video sourced from Twitter and Youtube.
 
 
*Popular especially with local news programs on broadcast stations, a VNR is essentially a prepackaged video piece that is provided by various organizations to influence public opinion, sell products, or promote a person or brand. They often include a script for the reporter to personalize the piece, by performing video inserts or voice-overs.

So, with a few players missing for various reasons, and a guest-player joining us, we decided to play a champions one-off.
 
Our cast:
Arsenal: Power-suited inventor
Blaze - Indiscriminate thrower of fire
Golden - Light-based energy beams
Dr. Specter - Mystic Master
Dragon's Hand - Martial Artist/Gadgeteer
Sapphire: The one from the Champions team.
 
***
 
[The scenario starts out with the GM explaining how we're a newly-founded superhero team. Since we're so new, we're a little short on resources.]
 
GM [describing our base]: ... well, no it doesn't have any sleeping quarters or bedrooms. It's just got a couple rooms for meeting in; a small kitchenette with an mini-fridge, microwave and toaster oven; your 'monitor room' has a police scanner, a television and an out of date computer...
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: So, rather than a Hall of Justice, it's really more of a Clubhouse of Justice.
 
GM: Pretty much.
 
***
 
[We hear about a report of an armored car robbery over the police scanner.]
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: Quick! To the Freedom Jet... Oh, wait.
 
Dragon's Hand [OOC]: Does anyone have a car?
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand hopes that your gentleman friend at least purchased for you edible goods before physical intimacy.
 
***
 
Blaze: Do we have a line to the police or the government?
 
Dr. Specter: Yeah. It's called 9-1-1.
 
***
 
Golden: You don't have any money.
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand brought the cash from the swear jar.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand apologizes for not having an inside voice.
 
***
 
[After investigating the crime scene, Arsenal cobbles together a device for tracking the energy signature of the bad guys' weapons.]
 
Dr. Specter: Yay! We have a plasma detector. Unfortunately, we no longer have a toaster oven or stereo.
 
***
 
[During a discussion of our not yet having named our team.]
 
Blaze: We're not quite the Magnificent Seven.
 
Arsenal: We're sufficient.
 
Blaze: Yes! We're the Sufficient Six.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: How many times does the Dragon's Hand have to speak in the third person before you remember his name?!
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand is rubber... and you're glue!

Well, several women have come out alleging sexual assaults of the type he boasted about on tape, and his own daughter admits that he used to "inspect" underage naked Miss Universe contestants in the dressing room.  He has been sued on numerous occasions for various types of fraud, sometimes settling out of court.
 
On the other hand is a woman who has been accused of all sorts of wrongdoing but never even charged let alone prosecuted.  Furthermore, while she is not what I would call an inspirational orator, she's the most qualified candidate since 1988--three years as SoS, eight years as a (very popular) senator from New York, eight more years in the White House during which she crafted legislation to provide health insurance for children, and plenty of legal experience before that.  Is she well connected?  Hell yeah.  More importantly, what is she going to do with those connections, assuming she wins?  Raise the minimum wage.  Improve on Obamacare.  Reduce taxes on the middle class.  Appoint sane humans to the SCOTUS.  Fix student loans!  Somebody stop this crazy woman!
 
As for this not being a binary choice... well, actually, it kind of is.  That's what happens with FPTP voting; it's game theory.

I find a few things about Hillary give me pause. Not the conspiracy stuff, either. However, as I look at the field, she's probably the only candidate running who's remotely qualified for the job.I think she's the candidate likely to do the least long term harm.
 
One other thing to consider is that people who are really good at this level of politics are not necessarily nice people, regardless of their public persona or personal charisma. Politics are simply cut throat and always have been, especially the last decade or so. So, likeability alone wouldn't necessarily disqualify someone IMO.

Note: Admin hat is _off_ for this post.
 
I'm curious about feedback on what I would consider a "different take" on the arguments against Clinton.
 
I'm assuming that Trump's inability to fulfill pretty much any of the requirements for office are obvious at this point...I'm looking to address just Clinton.
 
Full disclosure:  I started out thinking/stating that she was a poisoned candidate -- someone who didn't have the political wherewithal to avoid the pitfalls and accusations that had been leveled at her over the years.   I formally withdraw that statement...and, in fact, reverse it.  But that's not the point of this post.
 
Those who like HRC don't need my encouragement.  This is about those who despise her -- those who think she's gotten away with murder/espionage/etc.
 
Fact: she's been accused of many things.  She's been investigated more than just about any other politician or candidate for the presidency.  
 
Other fact: she hasn't been found in criminal or prosecutable violation of anything.  You know this because she hasn't been prosecuted.
 
Other other fact: her general ratings in any given capacity (First Lady, senator, Secretary of State) at the end of her time in the office have been very good.
 
That's our starting point.
 
Let's go with the apparent belief of those that hate HRC -- that she's gotten away with everything because she's just too powerful.  Too connected.  She has too many friends in power. Leaving aside everything and just taking that at face value, wouldn't that make her the most powerful politician we know of?  She knows that she can get away with anything (according to some, including murder), and she does.  I'm not even going to bother arguing what's been actually found...let's just go with that -- she knows that she can get away with anything she wants and she has done so routinely throughout her career.

Regardless of the validity of that assumption, if we go with that we have to take her as a ridiculously powerful force in politics.  The likes of which we have never seen before.  That's scary.  Particularly if she's out for evil.  So we have to ask ourselves what she's after....and the only thing we have to look at is what she's actually fought for, what she's done.  What she's gone after in her time as First Lady, congresswoman, and Secretary of State.
 
Remember, she knows that she can get away with whatever she wants...since she's been doing that for 30 years.
 
Her record throughout her time in politics has her fighting for child welfare and education first and foremost.  Hmm...doesn't sound so evil.  She's not as far left as Sanders...more left of center than anything else.  But is that a bad thing?

Again, let's assume that everything that's been said is correct and she's actually that good -- she's good enough to get away with everything that she's been accused of, despite years and millions of dollars of concerted effort to investigate her.  If she's that good at getting what she wants...and what she wants is something as innocuous as child welfare and education (and women's rights)....how exactly does that make her unfit?

Her accusers say that she just wants power.  So what?  Let's say that that's all she's after.  If her way of getting power is fighting for (and getting) things that benefit those of us who most need it, is that a bad thing?  Do those of you who hate her think that she's been playing a 30 year "long game" just to get into the White House (again) so that she can show her true colors and kill of the American Dream?

So, with a few players missing for various reasons, and a guest-player joining us, we decided to play a champions one-off.
 
Our cast:
Arsenal: Power-suited inventor
Blaze - Indiscriminate thrower of fire
Golden - Light-based energy beams
Dr. Specter - Mystic Master
Dragon's Hand - Martial Artist/Gadgeteer
Sapphire: The one from the Champions team.
 
***
 
[The scenario starts out with the GM explaining how we're a newly-founded superhero team. Since we're so new, we're a little short on resources.]
 
GM [describing our base]: ... well, no it doesn't have any sleeping quarters or bedrooms. It's just got a couple rooms for meeting in; a small kitchenette with an mini-fridge, microwave and toaster oven; your 'monitor room' has a police scanner, a television and an out of date computer...
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: So, rather than a Hall of Justice, it's really more of a Clubhouse of Justice.
 
GM: Pretty much.
 
***
 
[We hear about a report of an armored car robbery over the police scanner.]
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: Quick! To the Freedom Jet... Oh, wait.
 
Dragon's Hand [OOC]: Does anyone have a car?
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand hopes that your gentleman friend at least purchased for you edible goods before physical intimacy.
 
***
 
Blaze: Do we have a line to the police or the government?
 
Dr. Specter: Yeah. It's called 9-1-1.
 
***
 
Golden: You don't have any money.
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand brought the cash from the swear jar.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand apologizes for not having an inside voice.
 
***
 
[After investigating the crime scene, Arsenal cobbles together a device for tracking the energy signature of the bad guys' weapons.]
 
Dr. Specter: Yay! We have a plasma detector. Unfortunately, we no longer have a toaster oven or stereo.
 
***
 
[During a discussion of our not yet having named our team.]
 
Blaze: We're not quite the Magnificent Seven.
 
Arsenal: We're sufficient.
 
Blaze: Yes! We're the Sufficient Six.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: How many times does the Dragon's Hand have to speak in the third person before you remember his name?!
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand is rubber... and you're glue!

So, with a few players missing for various reasons, and a guest-player joining us, we decided to play a champions one-off.
 
Our cast:
Arsenal: Power-suited inventor
Blaze - Indiscriminate thrower of fire
Golden - Light-based energy beams
Dr. Specter - Mystic Master
Dragon's Hand - Martial Artist/Gadgeteer
Sapphire: The one from the Champions team.
 
***
 
[The scenario starts out with the GM explaining how we're a newly-founded superhero team. Since we're so new, we're a little short on resources.]
 
GM [describing our base]: ... well, no it doesn't have any sleeping quarters or bedrooms. It's just got a couple rooms for meeting in; a small kitchenette with an mini-fridge, microwave and toaster oven; your 'monitor room' has a police scanner, a television and an out of date computer...
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: So, rather than a Hall of Justice, it's really more of a Clubhouse of Justice.
 
GM: Pretty much.
 
***
 
[We hear about a report of an armored car robbery over the police scanner.]
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: Quick! To the Freedom Jet... Oh, wait.
 
Dragon's Hand [OOC]: Does anyone have a car?
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand hopes that your gentleman friend at least purchased for you edible goods before physical intimacy.
 
***
 
Blaze: Do we have a line to the police or the government?
 
Dr. Specter: Yeah. It's called 9-1-1.
 
***
 
Golden: You don't have any money.
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand brought the cash from the swear jar.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand apologizes for not having an inside voice.
 
***
 
[After investigating the crime scene, Arsenal cobbles together a device for tracking the energy signature of the bad guys' weapons.]
 
Dr. Specter: Yay! We have a plasma detector. Unfortunately, we no longer have a toaster oven or stereo.
 
***
 
[During a discussion of our not yet having named our team.]
 
Blaze: We're not quite the Magnificent Seven.
 
Arsenal: We're sufficient.
 
Blaze: Yes! We're the Sufficient Six.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: How many times does the Dragon's Hand have to speak in the third person before you remember his name?!
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand is rubber... and you're glue!

No.  According to NPR the sex tape that he is referencing doesn't exist.  Of course being the good, thorough journalist that they are they had to watch a number of other sex tapes make sure that they weren't the one.  You know, just to be responsible.  

So, with a few players missing for various reasons, and a guest-player joining us, we decided to play a champions one-off.
 
Our cast:
Arsenal: Power-suited inventor
Blaze - Indiscriminate thrower of fire
Golden - Light-based energy beams
Dr. Specter - Mystic Master
Dragon's Hand - Martial Artist/Gadgeteer
Sapphire: The one from the Champions team.
 
***
 
[The scenario starts out with the GM explaining how we're a newly-founded superhero team. Since we're so new, we're a little short on resources.]
 
GM [describing our base]: ... well, no it doesn't have any sleeping quarters or bedrooms. It's just got a couple rooms for meeting in; a small kitchenette with an mini-fridge, microwave and toaster oven; your 'monitor room' has a police scanner, a television and an out of date computer...
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: So, rather than a Hall of Justice, it's really more of a Clubhouse of Justice.
 
GM: Pretty much.
 
***
 
[We hear about a report of an armored car robbery over the police scanner.]
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: Quick! To the Freedom Jet... Oh, wait.
 
Dragon's Hand [OOC]: Does anyone have a car?
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand hopes that your gentleman friend at least purchased for you edible goods before physical intimacy.
 
***
 
Blaze: Do we have a line to the police or the government?
 
Dr. Specter: Yeah. It's called 9-1-1.
 
***
 
Golden: You don't have any money.
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand brought the cash from the swear jar.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand apologizes for not having an inside voice.
 
***
 
[After investigating the crime scene, Arsenal cobbles together a device for tracking the energy signature of the bad guys' weapons.]
 
Dr. Specter: Yay! We have a plasma detector. Unfortunately, we no longer have a toaster oven or stereo.
 
***
 
[During a discussion of our not yet having named our team.]
 
Blaze: We're not quite the Magnificent Seven.
 
Arsenal: We're sufficient.
 
Blaze: Yes! We're the Sufficient Six.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: How many times does the Dragon's Hand have to speak in the third person before you remember his name?!
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand is rubber... and you're glue!

So, with a few players missing for various reasons, and a guest-player joining us, we decided to play a champions one-off.
 
Our cast:
Arsenal: Power-suited inventor
Blaze - Indiscriminate thrower of fire
Golden - Light-based energy beams
Dr. Specter - Mystic Master
Dragon's Hand - Martial Artist/Gadgeteer
Sapphire: The one from the Champions team.
 
***
 
[The scenario starts out with the GM explaining how we're a newly-founded superhero team. Since we're so new, we're a little short on resources.]
 
GM [describing our base]: ... well, no it doesn't have any sleeping quarters or bedrooms. It's just got a couple rooms for meeting in; a small kitchenette with an mini-fridge, microwave and toaster oven; your 'monitor room' has a police scanner, a television and an out of date computer...
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: So, rather than a Hall of Justice, it's really more of a Clubhouse of Justice.
 
GM: Pretty much.
 
***
 
[We hear about a report of an armored car robbery over the police scanner.]
 
Dr. Specter [OOC]: Quick! To the Freedom Jet... Oh, wait.
 
Dragon's Hand [OOC]: Does anyone have a car?
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand hopes that your gentleman friend at least purchased for you edible goods before physical intimacy.
 
***
 
Blaze: Do we have a line to the police or the government?
 
Dr. Specter: Yeah. It's called 9-1-1.
 
***
 
Golden: You don't have any money.
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand brought the cash from the swear jar.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand apologizes for not having an inside voice.
 
***
 
[After investigating the crime scene, Arsenal cobbles together a device for tracking the energy signature of the bad guys' weapons.]
 
Dr. Specter: Yay! We have a plasma detector. Unfortunately, we no longer have a toaster oven or stereo.
 
***
 
[During a discussion of our not yet having named our team.]
 
Blaze: We're not quite the Magnificent Seven.
 
Arsenal: We're sufficient.
 
Blaze: Yes! We're the Sufficient Six.
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: How many times does the Dragon's Hand have to speak in the third person before you remember his name?!
 
***
 
Dragon's Hand: The Dragon's Hand is rubber... and you're glue!

From last night's FH game. Our Heroes are hiking overland, accompanied by their 10 retainers - Egyptian sailors/pirates the PCs beat up and converted a few weeks ago.
 
GM: Your Egyptian sailors are unused to long distance walking, and several of them have bad blisters by day’s end.
[everyone looks at the miracle worker]
Priest: I’m not wasting a miracle on blisters.
Warrior: Fine. [makes Medic and PS: Herbalist rolls to get them back on their feet]
 
[1 minute later, following some mediocre Survival Rolls...]
 
GM: Unfortunately today’s hunting is less successful, and you don’t really have enough for everyone to eat their fill...
Priest: Oh I’ll totally spend a miracle on dinner!

Today, the NPR program All Things Considered had a brief story about Lyman-Alpha Blobs. Yes, that's an actual astronomical term: these clouds of gas, bigger than galaxies, glow ultraviolet in a Lyman-Alpha spectrum, and they are blobs. Very, very big blobs -- bigger than galaxies. Some astronomers figured out what makes one of these blobs glow. It contains a pair of galaxies undergoing crazy intense bursts of star formation. The radiation from all these hot young stars makes the gas of the blob glow, while dust in the galaxies and the surrounding gas makes the galaxies themselves harder to see. The astronomer interviewed compared the effect to a streetlight in a fog. You can see the wide area of light but the light itself hardly stands out.
 
Dean Shomshak

From our Second Saturday Sci-Fi:
 
 
 
GM: You don't know who the others are, but that tall one-- there's no doubt about it. That's Delphi. The others are probably some of his goons.
 
Scott ("Orson"): I lean into the bar and whisper just loud enough for the others to hear me: "Looks like the party's over. Real easy like, around the bar, and toward the back door." I not into the bar mirror so the others can see.
 
GM: The rest of you see Delphi and his men, working their way through the dance floor, looking for... someone.
 
Leeta ("Sister Mary Crowbar"): I whisper back to Orson: The back door? Through the D'rstyx group?
 
Orson: Yep. C'mon. One at a time, casual-like. We're just taking our drinks to go sit with our friends.
 
New Player ("Luther"): I thought we wanted to stay away from the aliens?
 
Jim ("Wrecker"): We do. But now we can't.
 
New Player: But you said those guys hate us.
 
Wrecker: They do. [gestures figuratively toward Delphi's party]. But those guys hate us, and have really big guns.
 
New Player [hoisting imaginary mug]: to our friends, the bug-looking thingies!

Constantinople, April 7th, 1001. And now for a little Church politics...
 
The Patriarch of Constantinople has passed away, and the various Church factions are vying to have their man elected to replace him. One "dark horse" candidate, a priest named Gregoras, is pushing for Constantinople to break completely with the Roman Church. (50 years earlier than it happened in "our" timeline.) Our heroes have learned Gregoras is being backed by a foreign prince (who may or may not be the Antichrist), who has been greasing the palms of many Byzantine officials to get Gregoras elected. After our heroes reveal this information publicly (High Society by 10, and a natural 3 on Streetwise!), public opinion becomes so outraged that Gregoras is stoned to death by an angry mob. Leading to this exchange between multiple characters:
 
"Congratulations, you just engineered to have a Man Of God stoned to death. But you're pretty sure he was dirty, so..."
"Did we just turn him into a martyr?"
"No, because he was stoned to death by Christians. If he'd been killed by infidels, sure."
"But what if he was right and the people who stoned him were actually heretics?"
"The Bible says "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone," right?"
"Riiiiiight..."
"Therefore the people who threw stones must've been sinless. QED."
"LOGIC!"
"I'm so confused."
"Welcome to Catholicism!"

This is a semi-long one since I've been neglecting the posting of quotes for our last several games.
 
Our cast:
Nymeria - Human huntress
Lexi - Human priestess
Braddoc - Halfling thief [bronwyn's brother]
Bronwyn - Halfling illusionist
Grim - Orcish monk
Danwell - Elvish sage
Gar - Dwarvish priest
Griff - Human (angelic) fighter
*****
 
Nym [lamenting being stuck in the Underdark with nothing to hunt]: I will go shoot some mushrooms with my bow, but it's not the same.
 
Brad: I assist by sneaking up on the mushrooms, scaring them, and stampeding them in her direction.
 
*****
 
Gar: This isn't Dwarven healing magic. This is Dwarven hurting magic.
 
Brad: Funny how it's hard to tell the difference.
 
*****
 
Nym [about to shoot a pack magma golems with one of her few remaining explosive arrows]: I'm here to shoot 'splody arrows and chew gum. . . And gum hasn't been invented yet.
 
****
 
Brad: It's the dreaded Orc-trained battle squirrel!!!!!
 
*****
 
Gar: We Dwarves are like turtles. We are never more deadly than when we are on our backs.
 
==================================================================================
 
Brad [ooc]: [GM] has resting murder face.
 
*****
 
Gar [ooc]: So, how are you going to hurt us tonight?
 
GM [ooc]: I figured I'd just sit back and let you handle that yourselves. You're so much better at it than me.
 
*****
 
Brad: We don't have a bag of holding. We have an Orc of holding.
 
*****
 
Nym [ooc]: WHEEL! OF! LOVECRAFT!!!
 
*****
 
Brad: So, this will require some carefully worded diplomacy. We're doomed.
 
*****
 
Brad [ooc]: You've reached 1-800-DIVINE-HELP. What is your request?
 
*****
 
Brad: I'm little. I have to be vicious.
 
==================================================================================
 
Nym: So, my kid will be a super-predator who can see dead people. I don't see the down side.
 
*****
 
Nym [ooc]: Show me on the cat where he touched you.
 
*****
 
Brad: The main thing this plan has going for it is maximum chaos.
 
*****
 
Nym: That's because ethics are so complicated. . . And stupid.
 
==================================================================================
 
Brad [ooc]: Laughter is the best medicine. . . Unless you're asthmatic. [said after we nearly give Bron's player another asthma attack from laughter.]
 
*****
 
Brad [after agreeing to play host to a demi-goddess]: She's in my head. I get to name her.
 
*****
 
Lexi: Okay, I rubbed it. Now I'm going to have to lick it.
 
*****
 
Nym [while we follow the path of destruction by the magma-golem army we're tracking]: Still trackin' the death. We're all good.
 
*****
 
Brad: Stalagmites generally don't come in “recent”.
 
*****
 
Brad: Danwell, spider whisperer.
 
==================================================================================
 
Bron [ooc, who brought home-made brownies to the game]: Apparently, Gar's superpower is activated by brownies.
 
*****
 
Brad: It's my delusion. I won't let you ruin it for me.
 
*****
 
GM: Bron's a mind-bender. He has the will of a gnat.
 
==================================================================================
 
Grim: You don't start with a headbutt.
 
*****
 
Nym [ooc]: Insert disparaging joke about your appearance and how no gay guy would ever hit on you.
 
*****
 
Gar: Well, don't get pregnant.
 
Nym: Easy for you to say, penis-haver.
 
[The PCs all were required to have children to start the next generation of heroes, who are prophesied to be the ones to actually save the world. We're just laying the ground-work.  So, the women in the group are all 2-3 months pregnant.]

Yeah, I wondered about that too. But the series simply didn't have time to address the wrongful death suits and other "real world" stuff that would have been going on in the margins of the main story. Nor would I have wanted any time spent on it, to be honest.

Finally finished binging it - excellent show and can't wait for Season 2!
 
Re guns being worthless, well yeah it's kindof a genre thing. Bugs me too but it's hardly unique to this show.
 
Honestly the only thing that really twigged my suspension of disbelief? The fact that the "townies" were so ignorant of the Lab and its employees. This comes from my having grown up outside a DOE lab (Los Alamos). Where do you think all the lab personnel live? In the community. Half the town would be working at the lab, and everyone else would know someone who worked there. Need to know what's going on at the lab? Lemme go talk to my sister who's on the cleaning staff or my cousin who's a computer tech there. The Lab Director would be a local celebrity - not necessarily liked, but certainly known. The Sheriff would have the Lab security force on speed dial and vice-versa; I'm not saying they'd always get along or cooperate well, but they'd damn sure know one another. So it was jarring to me that folks in town barely seemed aware of the existence of what would certainly be one of the major employers in the area.
 
But that's just me and my baggage.

This is a semi-long one since I've been neglecting the posting of quotes for our last several games.
 
Our cast:
Nymeria - Human huntress
Lexi - Human priestess
Braddoc - Halfling thief [bronwyn's brother]
Bronwyn - Halfling illusionist
Grim - Orcish monk
Danwell - Elvish sage
Gar - Dwarvish priest
Griff - Human (angelic) fighter
*****
 
Nym [lamenting being stuck in the Underdark with nothing to hunt]: I will go shoot some mushrooms with my bow, but it's not the same.
 
Brad: I assist by sneaking up on the mushrooms, scaring them, and stampeding them in her direction.
 
*****
 
Gar: This isn't Dwarven healing magic. This is Dwarven hurting magic.
 
Brad: Funny how it's hard to tell the difference.
 
*****
 
Nym [about to shoot a pack magma golems with one of her few remaining explosive arrows]: I'm here to shoot 'splody arrows and chew gum. . . And gum hasn't been invented yet.
 
****
 
Brad: It's the dreaded Orc-trained battle squirrel!!!!!
 
*****
 
Gar: We Dwarves are like turtles. We are never more deadly than when we are on our backs.
 
==================================================================================
 
Brad [ooc]: [GM] has resting murder face.
 
*****
 
Gar [ooc]: So, how are you going to hurt us tonight?
 
GM [ooc]: I figured I'd just sit back and let you handle that yourselves. You're so much better at it than me.
 
*****
 
Brad: We don't have a bag of holding. We have an Orc of holding.
 
*****
 
Nym [ooc]: WHEEL! OF! LOVECRAFT!!!
 
*****
 
Brad: So, this will require some carefully worded diplomacy. We're doomed.
 
*****
 
Brad [ooc]: You've reached 1-800-DIVINE-HELP. What is your request?
 
*****
 
Brad: I'm little. I have to be vicious.
 
==================================================================================
 
Nym: So, my kid will be a super-predator who can see dead people. I don't see the down side.
 
*****
 
Nym [ooc]: Show me on the cat where he touched you.
 
*****
 
Brad: The main thing this plan has going for it is maximum chaos.
 
*****
 
Nym: That's because ethics are so complicated. . . And stupid.
 
==================================================================================
 
Brad [ooc]: Laughter is the best medicine. . . Unless you're asthmatic. [said after we nearly give Bron's player another asthma attack from laughter.]
 
*****
 
Brad [after agreeing to play host to a demi-goddess]: She's in my head. I get to name her.
 
*****
 
Lexi: Okay, I rubbed it. Now I'm going to have to lick it.
 
*****
 
Nym [while we follow the path of destruction by the magma-golem army we're tracking]: Still trackin' the death. We're all good.
 
*****
 
Brad: Stalagmites generally don't come in “recent”.
 
*****
 
Brad: Danwell, spider whisperer.
 
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Bron [ooc, who brought home-made brownies to the game]: Apparently, Gar's superpower is activated by brownies.
 
*****
 
Brad: It's my delusion. I won't let you ruin it for me.
 
*****
 
GM: Bron's a mind-bender. He has the will of a gnat.
 
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Grim: You don't start with a headbutt.
 
*****
 
Nym [ooc]: Insert disparaging joke about your appearance and how no gay guy would ever hit on you.
 
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Gar: Well, don't get pregnant.
 
Nym: Easy for you to say, penis-haver.
 
[The PCs all were required to have children to start the next generation of heroes, who are prophesied to be the ones to actually save the world. We're just laying the ground-work.  So, the women in the group are all 2-3 months pregnant.]

There will be a Season 2

In our last FH game, our heroes' ship was attacked by pirates, but our heroes overpowered the pirates, killed their captain, and captured their ship. (Abida, the Sunni Muslim alchemist PC spent most of the fight yelling obscenities at the Shiite pirates.) Viking shield maiden Thyri took command of the captured pirate galley and sailed it on ahead to town, accompanied by @ghost-angel's priest, Father Edmondo. From some bluebooking in between games:
 
GM: "Your ship will get into Constantinople a day or so ahead of the rest of the party. What do you want to do while waiting for the others?"
Thyri: "I'll sell the ship and split the profits with the crazy Muslim lady that likes to spew profanity in odd languages.  Next, Edmondo will be dropped off at his choice of church, library, monastery, et al - to study, pray, network or whatever his kind do."
Edmondo: "Edmondo wants a cut, he's a priest not a monk. Sheesh."