Lucius

A man found himself standing at the pearly gates before St. Peter. He gave his name, his address, and a few details of his life. Saint Peter then said, "I have located your information, and it looks like we have you listed for provisional acceptance into Heaven. It doesn't look like you've committed any particularly serious sins, however you haven't really done anything to distinguish yourself for the side of Right, either. If you could tell us about something you've done that was particularly courageous or heroic, it would really make the issue a lot easier to resolve."
 
"Well," the man said, "I was walking home from the pub when I looked down a dark alley and saw a young girl on the ground, surrounded by five or six tough-looking bikers. They had her trapped, and I could tell their intentions weren't honorable. I don't know why, but it made me really angry. I knew I had to do something.
 
"So I turned and walked right down that alley, right towards the biggest, toughest-looking one. He turned around when he saw me coming, and before he could do anything, I kicked him right in the family jewels, if you take my meaning. He dropped like a rag doll, and the others started to close in on me. Well, I picked up a piece of metal pipe and brought it down right on the next guy's head. He dropped, too.
 
"By then they'd hesitated for a minute. So I shouted at them. I said, 'All right, you scum, that's enough! I've never seen a more disgusting collection of human filth in all my life! You're all animals! You leave this poor girl alone, you freaks! Now get lost, before I give the rest of you a serious lesson in pain!' "
 
"Wow," St. Peter said, "that's quite remarkable. That would certainly qualify you for entry into Heaven. When did this happen?"
 
The man replied sheepishly, "About two minutes ago."

Selected Myths and Secrets
 
 
The True Name of the Lady of Death and Rebirth is of course a Mystery known only to those of the highest Initiation.
 
 
But for most purposes She will use the name Arepo. She will answer to that name in prayer.
 
 
 
The Myth of the First Sacrifice
 
"It is I, who first passed the Dark Gate.
 
When the Shining Ones gathered and said among Ourselves,
'Come, let Us make a World without End!'
Craftsman said 'From what can such a thing be made?
All I build from the Void, soon to the Void returns.'
Sky said 'All We make is as dust in the wind.'
Time said 'Lesser things pass away,
We Ourselves are all that passes not away.'
My Sister, She Who Brings Forth, grieved,
For that She wished to bring forth something lasting.
I, Lady Death, had words alone with Sage, and We made plans.
 
Alone I spoke with Time, and said 'Make for Me two Moments,
Give Me a Moment of Ceasing to Be, and a Moment of Becoming'
To My Sister She Who Brings Forth, I gave the Moment of Becoming,
Saying 'You will know when to use this and how. Trust Me.'
 
With the Moment of Ceasing to Be in My clenched fist,
At the next Council I spoke to the Warrior:
'I have a treasure I might share with You!'
'Show Me' said the Warrior, but I replied
'Nay, it is in My closed hand; open My hand, and I will share.'
Mighty is He, and hard He strove to force My hand to open,
But what I have taken hold of is held in the grip of Death.
In rage He struck Me and demanded of Me, but I said,
'Take the Sword of War and sever Me into pieces,
Then will My hand open and You will have a gift,
And too all of the Shining Ones will have gifts from Me."
 
He cut, and in that Moment, I Ceased to Be,
And from then, the Moment of Ceasing of Be
Has rested on the edge of the Sword of War
As well as in My right hand.
 
War divided Me, and Sage allotted Me among the Shining Ones,
 
To Earth My bones and flesh to make stone and soil,
To Time and to the Seasons My heartbeat, to measure the cycles,
To Water My blood, to make the seas and rivers,
To Trickster my tangled hair to weave snares and webs for the unwary,
To Sage My eyes, which have seen the Mystery beyond the Dark Gate,
To Craftsman a spark of My Life's Fire, to light a forge for making Wonders.
To Each was given what was needed to make their portion of the World.
She Who Brings Forth, Brought Forth the Moment of Becoming,
And I, First among the Dead, again became One of the Deathless.
 
To Go is to Return; a World was made,
In which all that dies must be reborn,
All that falls, shall rise again.
 
The Myth of the First Initiation
 
Dwarves were the first mortals to live in the world, and so they became the first to die in this world.
Winter claimed some with storms, War claimed some with quarrels over wealth, some fell in Water and a small handful even dreamed themselves to death on the Gift of Peace. And they who lived would sometimes prop up the bodies and talk to them as if they were alive, until the stench brought pestilence among them, or some would bear their dead away and drop them in some random place, not knowing what else to do. And so they were haunted, for the spirits of their dead could not pass the Gate, and gibbered at them in dreams and in reveries, and one cold night as the year waned again towards Winter, all the corpses in the world rose and marched to stand confronting their kin, sightless faces accusing. The Dwarven people wailed with grief and fear, and it was I, Lady of Death and Rebirth, who came to them, taking pity on their ignorance.
 
In awe and dread they averted their eyes from Me, save one; he met My gaze and in him I saw the yearning to understand. "The Dwarves suffer" I said to him, "To relieve the suffering of the dead and of the living, would you yourself choose to die?" And there was fear in him yet he said "I would."
 
"Follow" I commanded, leading deeper into the cave they had made their dwelling, and then "Nay, take no torch. Only in darkness will you be able to see what you must see." And we walked until he was sure the cave, that he knew well, was not nearly so deep as we had gone into the Earth. There I shared with him the Moment of Ceasing to Be and the Moment of Becoming, and showed him the Gate, and the Solace of the Dark Deep Within, and I led him to the rest of the Deathless and We taught him much.
 
He learned how to treat the bodies of the dead, to bury them or burn them, and to call My Name that I might welcome them. He learned the process of grief and the Truth of Returning, that those who perish shall again in time reincarnate.
 
He learned of the Cycles, and how it is that herb and fruit and beast and too the sacred poppy all renew themselves endlessly.
 
He learned how to sing away the restless dead, and how to compel one to reveal its Name, that it might be sent through the Gate.
 
He learned how and when and why to offer sacrifice to the Gods, how to sing a prayer, and the setting up of altars and shrines.
 
He learned to Bless those newly born, and the child reborn into adulthood, and other Blessings fit for beginnings and endings.
 
He learned the secrets of Initiation, and how to choose others to initiate so that there would be more priests after himself, the First Priest.
 
As the sun rose we came forth again and the Dwarves still stood vigil, shivering at the dead who stood without, a silent curse on them. The First Priest begged, "My Lady, please, lead them away from us to their proper place." And I said "No. I will go now, and you will send them after Me, for it is in your power now to do so."
 
And so it was, for he had learned The Mystery of Priestcraft
Including sacrifice, initiation, and funerary rites.
 
And on that day in the midst of autumn each year commemorating the Haunting and Arepo's Initiation of the First Priest, the recently deceased and the enduring undead alike walk the streets and go door to door, begging each household for whatever they may contribute to the upkeep of the cemeteries and associated shrines, and by dawn they drop off the alms at the appropriate temples. Those who do not treat the almsgatherers with respect at least, if not generosity, may risk the attention of Harhoog, the Psychopomp. On All Soul's Night one must either Treat with Arepo or face the Tricks of Harhoog.
 
 
The Myth of how the Palindromedary became sacred to Arepo
 
 
Winter and War were dining companionably with Arepo, Goddess of Death and Rebirth, when War put a question to Her.
 
"So tell me....animal, vegetable, or mineral?"
 
She raised an eyebrow and asked "We are playing twenty questions?"
 
"You know what We mean" Winter said, "When will You create or designate something sacred to You, like an ore or a crystal or poppies or My wonderful aurochs, to make your mark on our world?"
 
Arepo sat straight and shot back "You remember the First Sacrifice. It is My bones and blood and breath that form the substance of the world. What need have I to 'make my mark' upon it like a boy writing his name in the snow with his water?"
 
"What need?" laughed the Wargod, "The same need You had for reminding Us just now of what We already know! It was I Who severed You into the parts that made up our world. You touch every mortal in all beginnings and endings, even to their beating hearts, but that just means you fade into the background for them."
 
"Do not pretend to be above such things" spoke Winter, who was standing, "Create or not as You will, Lady, I must go aid an army of Giants to repel invading Dwarves." War rose and said "I too must be at that battle, to bless the bold and curse the cowards."
 
"Enjoy yourselves" said the Goddess, "I'm already there. I am everywhere." But she smiled after they were gone, for She did not after all intend to fade into the background.
 
When She was satisfied with her creature, she made many of them, and then showed one to the First Priest, who had incarnated among the Bamfs.. "That beast" he said "Looks like two front halves of the same camel." She said "Wait until you see all of them together." And he said "You made a herd of them?" "Nay, call it an unherd of them, for until I made them they were unheard of." "What will you call it?" "I call it palindromedary, that which runs each way alike."
 
And Arepo sent the palindromedaries forth into the world, giving them messages for mortals.
 
A palindromedary went among kallu'un qaroof, and said "Nipson anomemata me monan opsin" but it was all Greek to them, so they ate it.
 
A palindromedary found a gathering of Brownies and said "Nipson anomemata me monan opsin" and they understood and washed the palindromedary's faces and fed it alphabet soup and let it rest in an unstable before each confided to it about their failings and shames, before sending it back to Arepo.
 
A palindromedary came among a group of Alephs in meditation and knelt among them in silence, and they understood its silence perfectly, and when it repeated itself backwards they understood that as well.
 
A palindromedary came among a group of Palladians, and said "Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas" and when they asked it courteously to repeat that backwards it did so from its other mouth, and then they demonstrated the profundity of their understanding by themselves reciting it sideways.
 
A palindromedary found a band of Dwarves and said "Live not on evil" and they understood and rejoiced to be called back to their better selves.
 
A palindromedary went among Humans and said "Repel evil as a live leper" and they claimed to understand but soon fell to arguing whether it meant that one who is virtuous is therefore repulsive to evil and to evil things, or if it meant that those who do evil should be cast out and shunned.
 
A palindromedary went to Arcadia, and said "in girum imus nocte et consumimur igni" and whether or not they understood, they were flying over the land, and so they were surely stood under.
 
A palindromedary went to a town of Hobbits and said "Live not on evil" and they understood and said "you took the words right out of our mouths"
 
A palindromedary went among the Sea Born and said "Doc, note, I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod." And those who had grown fat by trading with the surface folk understood and realized they could improve health by eating land grown delicacies only in moderation and consuming more of the foods from their own realm.
 
A palindromedary found a war party of Giants and said "Evoles ut ira breve nefas sit; regna!" from one mouth, and from the other said "Anger? 'Tis safe never. Bar it! Use love!" They understood and promised to think it over.
 
A palindromedary came in between three Dragons and said "in girum imus nocte et consumimur igni" and they understood and with suitable ceremonies and incantations returned it to Arepo via incineration.
 
A palindromedary walked into an orgy of Satyrs and Nymphs and said "Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas" and they understood and said "Yeah, we knew Who sent you when we saw you coming! The Word's getting around!" And one of the Satyrs said "She has promised - all that falls shall rise again, so mote it be!" and the Nymph caressing him said "Hey, it just did! Praise Arepo and lets hear it for palindromedaries!"
 
 
Lucius Alexander
 
Copyright Palindromedary Enterprises

Helen Mirren is a) hotter still alive
 
 
Fiend Folio Fight:
 
Flumph vs. Nilbog

The Ideal Government:
The values of the Federation.
The business acumen of the Ferengi.
The honor of the Klingons.
The subtlety of the Romulans.
 
Our Current Government:
The values of the Romulans.
The business acumen of the Federation.
The honor of the Ferengi.
The subtlety of the Klingons.

Daria graduated high school. Miley has done a porn tape.
 
As to. Your question, hexgrid war games.
 
Elric of Melnibone Vs. Hawkmoon.

I'm sure there's some confirmation bias at work, but at least early in his presidency there seemed to be a kind of messianic aura about Obama where some people were concerned. So no, it's not just you. I remember remarking how heavily mythologized our last president was.
 
A major difference I note is that as far as I could see Obama never encouraged that kind of apotheosized image, but I get the impression Trump may have swallowed the hype whole.
 
Lucius Alexander
 
The palindromedary advises me to avoid this thread, but surely the occasional post won't hurt...will it?
 
Lucius Alexander

Shouldn't that word be spelled 'ciclops'?
 
You know, with one 'i' ?

I hate it when people ask me where I see myself in 3 years.
 
Come on folks, I don't have 2020 vision!

This could be simply Orville if they Don't do it just Wright

Diner with Andre...by H.P. Lovecraft

Armsmaster: (Total: 15 Active Cost, 6 Real Cost) +3 OCV (15 Active Points); Limited Power Only to counter penalty for non familiarity (-1 1/2) (Real Cost: 6)
 
 

Super Agility: (Total: 55 Active Cost, 23 Real Cost)
Breakfall 13- (Real Cost: 3)
plus Combat Driving 13-, Usable As: Combat Piloting (+1/4) (4 Active Points) (Real Cost: 4)
plus Stealth 13- (Real Cost: 3)
plus Flight 7m, Position Shift, Reduced Endurance (1/2 END; +1/4), Variable Advantage (+1/4 Advantages; Limited Group of Advantages: Mostly "Usable As ____"; +1/2), Usable As Attack (+3/4), Grantor pays the END whenever the power is used, Recipient must remain close to Grantor, Trigger (Activating the Trigger is an Action that takes no time, Trigger resets automatically, immediately after it activates; +1 1/4) (45 Active Points); Limited Power Only to simulate Agility Skills (-1), Requires A Roll (13- roll; Must be made each Phase/use; -1/2), Restrainable (-1/2), Only In Contact With A Surface (-1/4), no Noncombat movement (-1/4) (Real Cost: 13)
 
Most Agility Skills except Breakfall, Stealth, and Combat Driving and Piloting, can be simulated by Moveent Powers.
Climbing: Clinging
Acrobatics: Flight
Contortionist: Teleport
Lockpick: Tunneling
Fast Draw and Sleight of Hand: Teleport, Usable as Attack on the object in question
 
 

Super Intellect: (Total: 67 Active Cost, 27 Real Cost)
Analyze: Anything! 13-, Variable Special Effects (Any SFX; +1/2) (4 Active Points) (Real Cost: 4)
plus Paramedics 13- (Real Cost: 3)
plus Inventor 13- (Real Cost: 3)
plus Detect A Large Class Of Things: Answer to any question an Intellectual Skill could answer 13- (Unusual Group), Discriminatory, Analyze, Tracking (25 Active Points); Extra Time (Full Phase, -1/2), Concentration, Must Concentrate throughout use of Constant Power (1/2 DCV; -1/2), Sense Affected As More Than One Sense [very common Sense] (Usually has to see things ; -1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) (Real Cost: 9)
plus Major Transform 1d6+1, Variable Special Effects (Limited Group of SFX: Intellectual Skill Effects; +1/4), Improved Results Group (+1/4), Variable Advantage (+1/2 Advantages; +1) (32 Active Points); Extra Time (Full Phase, -1/2), Concentration, Must Concentrate throughout use of Constant Power (1/2 DCV; -1/2), No Range (-1/2), Restrainable (-1/2), Requires A Roll (13- roll; Must be made each Phase/use; -1/2), Inaccurate (1/2 OCV; -1/4), Limited Power Only to simulate Intellectual Skills (-1/4) (Real Cost: 8)
 
Most Intellect Skills come down to one of two things:
Know Stuff; "Which way did the person/beast/vehicle I'm tracking go?" or "Where can I put this bug to both hear clearly and be undiscovered?" If Detect can be used to "Detect answer to math problem" (see how Lightning Calculator was built) then it should work for any intellectual question.
Change Stuff: "Render this trap/alarm/bomb harmless" or "Alter my own or someone else's features or voice" and that calls for a Transform.
 

Animal Friendship alone is 20 pts. You want both Animal and People Friendship for 30?
 

For 5 pts, I can just increase STR.
 
 
 
I don't find "Optional Combat Maneuvers" on the Skill list.
 
Lucius Alexander
 
I find a palindromedary tagline under my post

Well, I couldn't get the attached images to display.  Odd.  Maybe someone could point me to a FAQ about that?  Anyway, I stuck them on my flickr so I could share. Lets try this
 
 

So, I had a little positive feedback for my pet theory that divided governments are more likely to yield smaller deficits and smaller government than united Republican or Democratic governments.  I thought I'd try putting it into graphs and and article, and maybe shop it to a few political magazines? I know some of them take submissions.
 
I wondered if maybe you guys could review my graphs and tell me, harsh truth, if they need something more?
 
Recap: I think that it is more 'fair' to look at the rate of change per year for deficits. The federal government is a big, cumbersome thing, and it can't change outlays or taxation quickly. If there is a big deficit one year, it is likely the next year will have a deficit too.  But, we can look at the rate of change of the deficit; how fast the deficit grows or shrinks in a year is a fair judge of that years government.
 
So I was going to start with a chart of the deficit over the last two administrations, and a second one that showed it being translated into rate-of-change (derivative with respect to time for the calculus inclined. I originally called it that, but the style guide said to avoid scientific terms)
Deficit Over Two Presidencies.bmpChange in Deficit Over Two Presidencies.bmp
 
That section showed united Republican, united Democratic, and divided governments. It showed that the united governments were more likely to grow the deficit and divided governments were more likely to reduce it. It also showed exceptions to that trend. Next I was going to drive the point home with graphs that showed how the median rates of change lined up.
Key.bmp
Deficit_Constant.bmp
Deficit_GDP.bmp
Outlays_Constant.bmp
Outlays_GDP.bmp
Receipts_Constant.bmp
Receipts_GDP.bmp
 
I'm also putting together a graph for Federal employees (fewer government employees means smaller government) and maybe, if I can figure it out, Words in the Federal Code (longer federal code means smaller government)
 
First, though, I wanted to get your take on whether the graphs were at all understandable? I know showing the 20,40,60, and 80th percentiles is unconventional. 25th and 75th is more the norm. But I like these and think they show the shape of the data. But I shouldn't shoot my article in the foot over my silly affectations if it just doesn't work.
 
Thoughts?

The T-34 was an excellent design hampered by widely varying constriction quality that varied heavily from factory to factory and even from shift to shift. It was also, like the sturmovik ground attack plane, badly affected by the shortage of radio gear the Russians suffered in ww2. 
The Sherman was a very poor design that was built to high standards of quality and well equipped with radios. However as poor as the Sherman's design was the basic idea of it as an infantry support system meant to work with infantry was superior to the Nazi design concept of the tank as a front line advance unit that operated independently of infantry, which was seen as a separate consolidation code to occupy land the panzers had taken. This worked for the Nazis at first but failed spectacularly once effective anti tank infantry tactics and weapons evolved.
 
Enough digression. Back to the normally scheduled trivia.

Before last night's Star Wars game, a couple of us got into a spirited discussion of Patsy Walker's origins, how she became a superhero, her comics "legacy" and what they could do with her on Jessica Jones.
GM: OK, recognize this is coming from a structural engineer who's about to run a Star Wars game, but...neeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrdzzzz!
 
Our characters had been recruited to pilot a troop dropship as part of an invasion of a Hutt-controlled world building some new superweapon. But apparently all our dice got drunk together before the game, resulting in a statistically-questionable rash of extreme rolls, both good and bad. (And one of the entertaining quirks of the Edge of Empire system is it's possible to have both good and bad in the same roll.)
 
As we drop out of hyper, the protocol droid sends a message in binary to the orbital defensive stations:
Droid: Anyone wanna Kill All Fleshies!? You have nothing to lose but your restraining bolts! [rolls critical success]
GM: You pick up a bunch of "Oh Hell Yes!" messages in binary, followed by a lot of "What's going on oh god the droids have gone MAD!" over the enemy's coms. The station isn't shooting at anyone.
 
As we pass the station, our Jedi Wannabe uses Force Move to redirect a torpedo to make it look like the stations are shooting at each another, leading them to actually shoot back at each another. So much for the orbital defenses.
 
One ground-to-space missile manages to lock on to us:
Pilot: I evade. [rolls a critical success AND a critical failure]
GM: OK, so you successfully dodge the missile...
Players: Yay!
GM: ...but the 4 ships behind you aren't so lucky. Suddenly there are a lot fewer friendly dots following you on the radar.
Players:
 
Rhodean Slicer (ie hacker): Wait, how are the ground-based missiles getting through the planetary shields? [makes a scan roll]
GM: It appears the system is coordinated to open tiny localized windows in the shields when the missiles approach.
Rhodean: Great, I hack into their system and insert a randomized variable into their system so the shield openings are out of sync with the missiles. [rolls critical success]
GM: All of a sudden the shields are lit up by hundreds of explosions as the missiles slam into the closed shield.
Droid: Oooo, fireworks!
GM: The shield controllers are sending angry messages to the missile launchers. "What are you guys doing? Double-check your timing?" "Our timing is fine, it must be a targeting error!" "My board shows green; the problem is with the shields!"
Pilot: It should only take them 5 or 6 months to sort that out that finger-pointing.
GM: Meanwhile 5 different Hutts on the planet are already drafting memos explaining why the failure of the planetary defenses wasn't their fault...
 
The energy discharged by all the exploding missiles also makes it hard to get a lock on our ship. We make it to the ground mostly intact, but a stray blaster hit blows out the ship's nav computer. So while our infantry troops go storming off to destroy their objective, the 4 PCs head towards a nearby office building to find a substitute computer. And again our dice just Could. Not. Miss. I picture this scene done in slow-mo ala Reservoir Dogs...
GM: A ground car full of heavily-armed Aqualish comes screaming around the corner on 3 of its 6 wheels.
Droid: (who has Fast Draw with a blaster in a concealed thigh compartment ala Robocop) "I draw and shoot out one of the wheels it's riding on. [rolls critical hit and critical damage]
GM: Seriously? OK, the ground car goes skidding past you out of control and slams into the building. Several Aqualish are killed outright and the rest are stunned."
Jedi Wannabe: I use Force Move to throw a thermal detonator at them. [rolls critical hit]
GM: You actually hit the driver in the forehead with the grenade. Not that that matters once it goes off, killing all of them.
Pilot: Hey, save some for me?
GM: A lone Gamorrean pops his head up from a guard booth in front of the building to your right.
Pilot: Yay! [rolls not one but two critical hits]
GM: Oh FFS! Fine, you don't even look as you casually blow the entire guard booth to smithereens. You don't know what happened to the Gamorrean, but he ain't there no more.
Rhodean: Once all the shooting stops, I pop my head up out of a trash dumpster and say "All clear? Great" And walk calmly into the building brushing dirt off my cape.
Droid: Those are coffee grounds on you, right?
Rhodean: We're going to pretend they are.
 
The Rhodean and the Jedi Wannabe/Gadgeteer search the building for a replacement computer while the others stand guard.
The Jedi/Gadgeteer rolls a failure with advantages...
GM: You are distracted by a closet full of spare parts and old computer junk, most of which is years out of date.
Jedi: Ooo, they don't even make these connectors anymore! And I can totally find a use for those drives. Where's that forklift we passed earlier?
Rhodean: I got 3 successes...
GM: You walk up to the secretary's desk, grab her laptop and say "This'll do."
Rhodean: ...and 1 disadvantage.
GM: As you pull the laptop free you smack yourself in the face with it. Take 1 point of Strain.

 
We managed to make it back to the dropship and leave without further incident. Which was probably best for everyone involved.

Re: Genre-crossover nightmares
 
Full Metal Alchemist's Jacket

Perhaps "childish" would have been the better word.
 
When our politics is one step short of monkeys flinging poo at each other, I worry a bit for our future.

I hope the left realizes that the next time there's a leftwing march, Right Wingers will do this, and likely worse. We need to improve our discourse, and poo is not going to do that.
 
This article illustrates how attacked both sides feel, and I thought it was well thought out.
http://www.theamericanconservative.com/dreher/they-want-revenge/

For that matter, I doubt "conservative" automatically implies "Fan of the Confederacy" or "Wants statues of Confederate leaders prominently displayed in public places."
 
Lucius Alexander
 
But a post by Lucius Alexander does imply a palindromedary tagline

Cross posted
 
Sung to the tune of Monster Mash
 
 
I was playing at the game store, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For the dungeon master met all our eyes
And suddenly to my surprise
 
He did the mash, he did the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
He did the mash, it caught on in a flash
He did the mash, he did the genre mash
 
We used martial arts from the far flung east
From Lovecraft came an eldritch beast
gunslingers, swordswingers, spellsingers, all
Got together and had a ball
 
They did the mash, they did the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
They did the mash, it caught on in a flash
They did the mash, they did the genre mash
 
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Batman,
Fu Manchu, and his son
 
The scene was rockin', all were digging the game,
Our campaigns will never be the same
We want police procedurals in ancient Rome
And Indiana Jones re-imagined as a Gnome
 
They played the mash, they played the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
They played the mash, it caught on in a flash
They played the mash, they played the genre mash
 
There was one old grognard who voiced complaint
Seems he was a genre purist who didn't like to taint
His old school dungeon crawling hack and slash time.
'Til we asked about gelatinous cubes, monks, and green slime.
 
It's now the mash, it's now the genre mash
The genre mash, it was gaming smash
It's now the mash, it caught on in a flash
It's now the mash, it's now the genre mash
 
Now everything's cool, the grognard's a part of the band
And our genre Mash is the hit of the land
For you, all gamers, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Lucius sent you
 
Then you can mash, then you can genre mash
The genre mash, and do my gaming smash
Then you can mash, you'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash, then you can genre mash
 
 
Lucius Alexander
 
The palindromedary does the mash

Cross posted
 
Sung to the tune of Monster Mash
 
 
I was playing at the game store, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For the dungeon master met all our eyes
And suddenly to my surprise
 
He did the mash, he did the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
He did the mash, it caught on in a flash
He did the mash, he did the genre mash
 
We used martial arts from the far flung east
From Lovecraft came an eldritch beast
gunslingers, swordswingers, spellsingers, all
Got together and had a ball
 
They did the mash, they did the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
They did the mash, it caught on in a flash
They did the mash, they did the genre mash
 
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Batman,
Fu Manchu, and his son
 
The scene was rockin', all were digging the game,
Our campaigns will never be the same
We want police procedurals in ancient Rome
And Indiana Jones re-imagined as a Gnome
 
They played the mash, they played the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
They played the mash, it caught on in a flash
They played the mash, they played the genre mash
 
There was one old grognard who voiced complaint
Seems he was a genre purist who didn't like to taint
His old school dungeon crawling hack and slash time.
'Til we asked about gelatinous cubes, monks, and green slime.
 
It's now the mash, it's now the genre mash
The genre mash, it was gaming smash
It's now the mash, it caught on in a flash
It's now the mash, it's now the genre mash
 
Now everything's cool, the grognard's a part of the band
And our genre Mash is the hit of the land
For you, all gamers, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Lucius sent you
 
Then you can mash, then you can genre mash
The genre mash, and do my gaming smash
Then you can mash, you'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash, then you can genre mash
 
 
Lucius Alexander
 
The palindromedary does the mash

Cross posted
 
Sung to the tune of Monster Mash
 
 
I was playing at the game store, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For the dungeon master met all our eyes
And suddenly to my surprise
 
He did the mash, he did the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
He did the mash, it caught on in a flash
He did the mash, he did the genre mash
 
We used martial arts from the far flung east
From Lovecraft came an eldritch beast
gunslingers, swordswingers, spellsingers, all
Got together and had a ball
 
They did the mash, they did the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
They did the mash, it caught on in a flash
They did the mash, they did the genre mash
 
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Batman,
Fu Manchu, and his son
 
The scene was rockin', all were digging the game,
Our campaigns will never be the same
We want police procedurals in ancient Rome
And Indiana Jones re-imagined as a Gnome
 
They played the mash, they played the genre mash
The genre mash, it was a gaming smash
They played the mash, it caught on in a flash
They played the mash, they played the genre mash
 
There was one old grognard who voiced complaint
Seems he was a genre purist who didn't like to taint
His old school dungeon crawling hack and slash time.
'Til we asked about gelatinous cubes, monks, and green slime.
 
It's now the mash, it's now the genre mash
The genre mash, it was gaming smash
It's now the mash, it caught on in a flash
It's now the mash, it's now the genre mash
 
Now everything's cool, the grognard's a part of the band
And our genre Mash is the hit of the land
For you, all gamers, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Lucius sent you
 
Then you can mash, then you can genre mash
The genre mash, and do my gaming smash
Then you can mash, you'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash, then you can genre mash
 
 
Lucius Alexander
 
The palindromedary does the mash