JFC Horowitz has written Midsomer Murders. And he’s stumped by BOND?

That’s sad. But I have to admit it wasn’t easy to figure out for me. Not an easy entry.

Pass.

Like it’s already there?

My current roleplay had me killing kithrak Voss. Laezel is now mommy dearest-ing Vlaakith.

Don’t go toward the light Premee!

Oh yeah I had that too. Ok so I taught a little girl how to raise the dead—I stayed and tried to put them all (back) down didn’t I? But ONE citizen runs through a dagger storm and suddenly I’m the bad guy.

Ooohhhhhh… wow. (Clamps down on any references I may or may not have used from my own life.)

I’m not saying I should be allowed to steal from people I save. I’m saying maybe don’t draw a weapon and aggro everyone in the building if I accidentally click on a pile of VISCERA. (Which also happened.)

Oh wow. What vibes? Did I put stuff in I didn’t even realize because yes, childhood in the mountains?

Alien therapy is not something I’ve pursued. Perhaps I should.

You’d think they could code in a little “benefit of the doubt” when someone is greatly indebted to you and you touch their rotten lemon.

That is not a euphemism. But it should be.

Even zevlor, who thanked me, then admitted he was a whiny coward who betrayed all his people, was ready to kill me dead when I picked up his friend’s spear. Then Barcus and his gnome friends wanted to kill me for picking up a journal. How many times have I saved you, Barcus? HOW MANY?

Fast forward 20+ years, I’ve sunk countless hours and mental energy into BG 3 — but STILL, go into a squishy hell dungeon and save imprisoned folks set for certain death, then pick up a spear someone dropped, it’s Murder Time again.

I love the black rose. When I went to Disneyland I got off a Star Wars ride and immediately started taking pictures of the huge black rose aeoniums growing around the ride exit because they don’t grow naturally in non-desert NC.