He was cute. Got to drive around with me for a bit and go to swim practice and meet Abby, then back to his worried mom. Big adventure for the little guy.
I once attracted a stay Chihuahua in front of my house. At first he barked at me, then tried to get into my house, then jumped on my lap. I got a hold of his parents and they came to pick him up. He was over a mile from home!
Years ago I was walking my dog when this tiny little terrier thing walked up. Only a rabies vaccination tag on his collar. Luckily, it was from our same vet, and they could look up the owner by the number on the tag. My dog got a friend for a day and his hippy construction worker owner picked him up after he was done with work. He was over a mile from home too.
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
Pre-gen from Frank Mentzer's module, The Needle , 1987. I knew this was insulting and gross when I was 14. At the time I didn't know who Frank was, since I only played AD&D. I found this module again when I was going through a box of old stuff and was surprised he wrote it, because I thought it was a pretty shitty adventure.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
Uh, how far is he from home?
ReplyDeleteCouple minutes is all. Caught him crossing a busy street.
ReplyDeleteWow. Good work!
ReplyDeleteHe was cute. Got to drive around with me for a bit and go to swim practice and meet Abby, then back to his worried mom. Big adventure for the little guy.
ReplyDeleteThat's great. He had an actual adventure today! ...and by association I guess you too!) :D
ReplyDeleteI once attracted a stay Chihuahua in front of my house. At first he barked at me, then tried to get into my house, then jumped on my lap. I got a hold of his parents and they came to pick him up. He was over a mile from home!
ReplyDeleteYears ago I was walking my dog when this tiny little terrier thing walked up. Only a rabies vaccination tag on his collar. Luckily, it was from our same vet, and they could look up the owner by the number on the tag. My dog got a friend for a day and his hippy construction worker owner picked him up after he was done with work. He was over a mile from home too.
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