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OK, so, a proper review of Dresden Files RPG. The game is set right before the book Changes, so there are going to be some spoilers, mostly concerning supernatural creatures, metaphysical concepts and such rather than specific events and characters as I would try to avoid talking about them.
For all the three of you who care, you’ve been warned.
Last time, Harry’s lying, laziness and continual self-centered attitude combine with an idiot ball for cathartic tragic result. Also he leers at a corpse, again. (more…)
Last time, silly faces and rage over science. This time, sexism/money mobius strip.
Last time, creating stuff. Now, let’s talk a bit more about Harry’s charsheet, since I took a second look at it and discovered some peculiar stuff.Also, the return of Tiger Soul down the line.
Well, this was a busy week. I planned to post something yesterday, but sleep has overtook me*.Let’s continue.
OK, kids. Last time we’ve learned that murder is OK. Now let’s look into how to properly commit murder.
You know, for Satan.
And so my review of Dresden Files RPG reaches its conclusion. For the final part, I’m going to review the second volume in a single post rather than going through the chapters one by one, wince information presented here concerns the setting and specific events from the books, which is really more a material for Farla’s readthrough.
Without farther ado, let’s begin.
Harry wakes up in a cheap hotel. He’s also in pain, bandaged, and otherwise naked. So, a regular night for him. (more…)
So there I was being strangled by a ranting, half-naked madman in the middle of the woods, with a she-werewolf dangling from a rope snare somewhere nearby.
So yeah, today Harry’s back to making a big point of the fact the nonhuman monster has tits. We actually don’t even have any evidence this is a “she” at all given he’s just worked out Tera is a shapeshifter, but Tera has a female human body and the part where the brain in that is some monster from the Nevernever doesn’t matter, thus “she-werewolf”. (more…)
I made it out of the park, exhausted and barely able to keep from screaming with pain.
I’m still glad Harry’s suffering. Mind you, nowhere near as glad as I’d be if these books were just about someone else entirely. (more…)
Ever wish you had an almanac?
Why, Harry? Do you mean that if you knew you probably wouldn’t get there in time, you’d just walk the other way? Because really, with all your talk about wishing you knew exactly how long it was, I’m pretty suspicious. (more…)
I tried to make my stunned body respond, to get to my feet, to unleash every ounce of magic at my command to protect Murphy, and to hell with the consequences.
That’s not right.
It’s wholly understandable for someone to care more about people they know than people they don’t but to act upon that is a moral failing of ours. Everyone should matter. And the closer you get to being a superhero, the more important that becomes.
The man who was just murdered has better claim to heroism here – he went toward the people screaming for help, he fought back against the monster that then came after him, and he hit the alarm as teeth tore through him. Harry just stood and watched. (more…)