Dnd

In which the author, asked by his youngest for help with a cleric, finds the official character sheet wanting and resolves, with some indignation, to print a better one.

In which the author admits to a nagging feeling that computing has gone wrong somewhere, points at a tiny algebra that maybe gets a part of it right, and starts building yet another programming language. Sorry.

In which we introduce a comely new tool for new roleplayers who find themselves suddenly called upon to act.

In which we observe that the worst GM at any table and the current President of the United States share, with uncanny fidelity, the very same qualities.

In which the standee-making tool is rebuilt from scratch, acquiring a coverflow carousel, a proper PDF export, and a somewhat snazzier countenance.

In which we dig into the numbers after fifty paid games and ask, with a clear eye, whether this enterprise is worth the candle.

In which we introduce a simple tool for printing paper standees, born of desperation before one too many D&D sessions.

In which an uneasy truce with the Whiskered Gang is put to the test and the wererats reveal an unexpected side.

In which our battered adventurers rest in a town drained of life and begin to uncover a troubling conspiracy within its walls.

In which our heroes descend into a gold mine overrun by wererats and attempt a most delicate negotiation.