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Kori Klinzing
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(She/They/Fae) Bi/Demi, Polyam. Fat Nonbinary Femme. Writer. Editor. Game Designer. Comics & SF&F Nerd. Tiefling Main.
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No cheating, post your lock screen.

It's still @asteyni.bsky.social 's wonderful sketch of our Sunday Monster of the Week crew. There's my Chosen One in the middle with the sword!

I honestly can't imagine changing it (unless maybe someone does art of another game... 🤔)
July 28, 2025 at 5:50 AM
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And a cute selfie since you asked for it 🥰
July 21, 2025 at 12:14 AM
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Went way down to Hadestown, way down under the ground~
May 14, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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Share the last four games you've played to expose your gaming habits.

Well here are the last four videos games at least.
Reverse 1999 is written across a small sea of characters: a girl with short black hair in a leather jacket, a blonde teenager in 60s mod clothes, a gray haired girl in Victorian finery (including a top hat and a cravat), a redheaded girl in a white and black dress, and a gray haired young man in a lab coat all striding towards the viewer. Bravely Default II is written next to a young blonde woman in a caplet and noble dress. She has on leather falconer's gloves and holds a book. Tavern Talk is on a plaque above many characters behind a bar, including an adorable small purple dragon. Two vampires lounge in front of a bar. The title reads "Blood Bar Tycoon".
April 26, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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My little brother is looking for research participants for his Dissertation!
Letter reads: "Research Participants Wanted. My name is Kyle, and I am conducting a research study (IRB #IRB-FY24-376) to fulfill the requirements for a PsyD in Clinical Psychology at the Chicago School of Professional Psychology. The purpose of this study is to understand how listening to music helps people heal from or cope with mental health difficulties, such as anxiety, depression, trauma, or other struggles. You pay participate in this study if: -You have experienced any current or previous mental health symptoms (not including stress or burnout. -You listen to music to cope or heal from these symptoms when they impact your life. During this study, you will be asked to partake in an interview about your experiences and how and why listening to music benefited you in those moments. You will be asked to complete this study in a classroom at the Chicago School or via Zoom. If you are interested and/or have any questions, please contact me or my dissertation chair as noted below. Kyle Klinzing (kklinzing@ego.thechicagoschool.edu) Cynthia Langtiw, Psy.D. (clangtiw@thechicagoscho
April 25, 2025 at 10:27 PM
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without downloading any new pics, describe your gender

Honestly between all four of these there is a Truth.
A screenshot from Reverse 1999. The background is a picture that has been torn in half: orange and brown rays like a setting sun, and the bottom plain parchment. In the corner reads "From NewBable: Get Your Critters!" In the center lies the Critter in question: a fuzzy black cat-like puff with wide eyes and no feet, with a cardboard box over its head. The Box is torn so its eyes and one ear is visible. Behind it is a purple card with a catpuff creature in silhouette that reads "Critters". The cardboard helmeted catpuff is labeled "Cartoncle" with four yellow diamonds beneath. A cartoonish art piece in mostly purples of a witch in dark a dark purple victorian-ish dress with puffy sleeves with longbdark purple hair. She looks stricken as she loses grip on a beaker of purple liquid she meant to pour into her cauldron. The liquid will likely fall on her cute little crow familiar. The caption reads "Familiars Beware of Clumsy Witches." A picture taken of someone playing Digimon Cybersleuth:Hacker's Memory. In a space scene filled with a riot of stars, planets, and broken astroid belts is the outline of a cartoonish girl hugging her knees, her hair in twintails flying out behind her. In the foreground there is the sketch of a floor and a tiny boy in a blue coat staring up at her. A traditional picture of Stolas, demon prince of hell, from the Lesser Key of Solomon. Stolas is a wide-eyed owl with long flamingo legs. A crown sits on his head between ear tufts.
March 9, 2025 at 5:45 PM
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Today's the Economic Boycott! Try your best to not spend anything (I'll be white knuckling it myself) or limit yourself to small businesses.
February 28, 2025 at 9:00 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/22: Money
The Screenshot reads: '“But my Dad—” God, if I just up and vanished on him? He’d assume the worst. “Will read the note I left him,” she said. “I wrote it while you were packing. Now come on. You gather the others, teleport them here, and I’ll go get us a van big enough to hold us all and enough groceries to eat for a week.” “With what money?” Dom grinned. “Let me show you.”' The word money is highlighted.
February 23, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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#WIPSnips, 2/21: "Whim".
Screenshot reads: '“What are you doing?” I hissed. “We are currently trapped at the whims of this insane mirror queen. We should not be relaxing!” Riley winced. “Insane is a little ableist, Mel? Perhaps another word?” I rolled my eyes. She had the most annoying way of being right when it didn’t really matter? Our lives were in danger no matter what terminology I used. But wasn’t it just like a Fed to force a quibble about terminology when our literal lives were on the line. “This… I don’t have another word right now, okay? We’re in danger.”' The word whims is highlighted.
February 23, 2025 at 3:17 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/20: Plaque
Screenshot reads: "I looked up at the statue. A woman with a domino mask and a bright smile stood about fifty feet in the air, hands on her hips, ready to take on the world. Her long hair and cape flew behind her in nonexistent breeze, frozen in majesty forever. On her impressive chest was the sigil of an eight-pointed star. No, a sun. Four cardinal points and four smaller points in between, as if arranged around a circle. Cecelia didn’t look up as I approached, and I followed her gaze to the plaque between the statue’s legs. Supernova, it read. 2012-2027. Lost destroying the Skoll Asteroid, Savior of Archeon City." The word plaque is highlighted.
February 22, 2025 at 8:40 AM
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Just finished The Dead Cat Tail Assassins by P. Djèli Clark, and Victor LaValle did not lie.

A fun, fantastic novella that mixes genre elements in such a way that I did not see coming, and I always love it when Magic Law and binding contracts cause chaos. 5/5 stars from me.

#BookSky #2025Reads
The book cover of The Dead Cat Tail Assassins by P. Djèli Clark. A black woman with braids and a golden cat mask stands with two daggers held crosswise over her chest. The book blurb reads "'P. Djèli Clark couldn't write a bad book if he tried.' - Vicror Lavalle on Ring Shout"
February 22, 2025 at 6:49 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/19: Sense
Screenshot reads: "Through my fluttering lashes, I saw a streak of purple fire begin to play along my left hand. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t even hot, but in some otherwise sense it burned. It matched the bitter feeling coating my tongue, the stifled rebellion swallowing my heart. There was a song in there somewhere, I thought, holding a cruel laugh against my tongue. If only I was any good at writing any. “You’re in my spot,” a voice said from somewhere behind me." The word sense is highlighted.
February 21, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/18: Bowl
Screenshot reads: "She listened to it all, holding my hand in hers, occasionally squeezing it. When the words dried up, she quirked her head to the side. “Well, I think we need a bowl of ice cream, don’t you?” I nodded, and with a wave of her hand there were two stone bowls of ice cream: mint cookie crumble with the chocolate shell in mine, French vanilla with berries and whipped cream in hers." The words "bowl" and "bowls" are highlighted.
February 21, 2025 at 8:39 AM
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#WIPSnips 2/17 - Candy
Screenshot reads: '“Peanut butter kisses!” Delphine sang. “You don’t have a peanut allergy, do you?” “No allergies that I know of.” “Lucky. I have a shellfish allergy. I will never know what a crab cake tastes like. Luckily, no crabs are in the peanut butter kisses.” She reached for a bag of chocolate candy on the kitchen countery-island part that divided the main room from the kitchen onto her lower work station. For such a dingy apartment, it had a lot of counter space." The word candy is highlighted.
February 19, 2025 at 8:31 AM
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#WIPSnips, 2/16: Glimmer
Screenshot reads: "And just like every other time, there was a glimmer, a little flicker of hope before it died—solidifying into the stupid tartan St. Sebastian’s skirt. I looked up to see Mother watching me with that small, annoying smile that meant she was amused with whatever I was trying to do." The word glimmer is highlighted.
February 18, 2025 at 8:22 AM
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#QueerWriters - Sunday, 2/16. Line Share day!
Screenshot reads: '“Greetings!” Elias’ eyes closed, and I half expected him to hide his head in his hands. The voice came from a girl, maybe 13 or 14 years old, slender and light footed. I could have been very wrong, though, since she was clearly some kind of mutant or alien with that periwinkle blue skin. Her hair was a wisteria purple so pale I almost mistook it for white, but the contrast of her eyebrows with those lavender eyes seemed to bring the purple out in it."
February 18, 2025 at 8:18 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/15: Heart
Screenshot reads: '“Dom!” “Yes, dearheart?” She batted her eyelashes at me, fingers pressed into her sternum. I flushed despite myself. “Can’t you ever be serious?” “No, darling,” she replied, bringing her hand up to dramatically fall over her forehead. “Try as I might, I can only ever be Dominique Noceda.” Delphine began to giggle behind her hand." The word heart is highlighted.
February 16, 2025 at 8:51 AM
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#WIPSnips- 2/14: Sweet
The screenshot reads '“Here.” She shoved a cup into my hand. Red solo, of course. I grimaced, then sniffed at it dubiously. It smelled sweet, like juice. And suspiciously not at all like the whiskey my mom kept stashed in her office. Dad was a recovering alcoholic—not a big deal, I’d known it practically my whole life and he gave up drinking years before I was born—so there wasn’t anything alcoholic in the house except for that one bottle. I found it while looking for printer ink of all things. So of course I tried it. And of course I hated it. It had felt like gasoline going down." The word sweet is highlighted.
February 16, 2025 at 5:02 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/13: Pitch
Screenshot reads: '“You weren’t what. You weren’t trying to hurt me? Well you did, Em. You and V lied to me for years. You didn’t trust me! What, did you think I’d tell someone? Did you think I’d tell my mom? My evil villain mom and she’d come after you somehow or use me to get to you?” Something was rising in me as the pitch in my voice rose. I could smell stagnant water. Like a fetid man-made pond by a country road, all mud and stillness and death. It crowded out the garbage and urine of the back alley and the fear-sweat soaking into my clothes until it was all I could smell." The word pitch is highlighted.
February 16, 2025 at 5:00 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/12: Makeshift
Screenshot reads "'And the point of all of this is, Miss Doyle, your dagger.” My hand went to it immediately. I’d stuck it in a pocket in a makeshift scabbard, hoping it wouldn’t cut through the sock and the scarf I’d wrapped it in. Couldn’t leave it in my room; SVALINN had moved all the furniture in. It wasn’t safe. No recourse but to bring it with me wherever I went." The word makeshift is highlighted.
February 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/11: Interior
Screenshot reads: "Her office was different than Dr. St. John’s had been. Warmer. Softer. He’d had indefinable steel statues in his office and the most uncomfortable ivory couch, and a what very well might have been a real Van Gogh on the wall as the only splash of color, and it looked like it was only there begrudgingly. Dr. Fukuhara’s office didn’t look like it’d passed through the hands of three different interior designers to strip it of all its life. The couch was a soft, comfortable green, the table between here and I didn’t even reach my knees, and on it was a box of Kleenex, a small basket of fidget toys, and a stuffed dog that had clearly been passed through a generation’s worth of hands. The prints on the wall were colorful but tasteful. Nothing I recognized but the one right behind the Doctor’s head was of a sunny field dotted with flowers. Peaceful. Everything about this room was soft." The word interior is highlighted.
February 14, 2025 at 6:28 AM
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#WIPSnips - 2/10: Super
Screenshot reads: '“I’m sorry, Melanie,” he heaved a sigh, hand coming up to rub his worried forehead. “She shouldn’t—I told her not to contact you again. I filed an injunction—” “She’s a supervillain, Dad,” I said. “I think, by definition, supervillains don’t care about courts and laws and shit.” “There’s got to be something we can—” “I need to learn magic.” “No.”' Super is highlighted twice.
February 14, 2025 at 6:23 AM
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#WIPSnips 2/9: Include
Screenshot reads: '“Are you remembering to include the harmonic differential between the dimensions in your calculations?” Ms. Lake asked, arching an eyebrow. “Each dimension has a different resonance; if you don’t vibrate, so to speak, at the correct resonance, you won’t land in the right place.” “Okay…” I frowned. It made a kind of sense, I guess. It was like the violin. Each string had its own tone, its own frequency. “But what if I’m teleporting in the same dimension.” Ms. Lake nodded, dare I hope approvingly? “It’s… very similar. Teleportation, as you say, instantaneous transportation, is essentially a short cut through space time. Like when you sew, taking two parts of fabric and knitting them together for a moment. Not exactly, of course, you’re not actually connecting those two places as you would with, say, a wormhole, but you magically step from one place and end up at another." The word "include" is highlighted.
February 13, 2025 at 7:30 AM
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#WIPSnips 2/8: Survive

Or Survivalist, here.
Screenshot reads: “'We’re fucked if they catch us, Mel. So we can’t let them catch us. You’ve gotta teleport us out of the city. All of us. I can keep us safe once we’re out of here, but we have to get out of here first, so you’ve gotta pack.” I swallowed, nodded, and dove into my desk. My laptop, my external, my extra phone charger. My court ordered journal. No way I was leaving THAT behind for some SVALINN forensic psychologist to judge. “So what you’ve got some survivalist doomsday cabin in the woods?” I asked, shoving the journal on top of a small pile of underwear and socks." Survivalist is highlighted.
February 13, 2025 at 7:27 AM
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#WIPSnips 2/7: Pearl
Screenshot reads "I grabbed one of them. Pearls maybe? Though they were black, so maybe not? The necklace was cool against my fingers, and I looked from the bag to Dom and back again. “Is there a fence where we’re going?” Dom grinned. “You’d be surprised what people will let you get away with if you give them something nice to bring home to their SO. Don’t lose those, though, that necklace is worth like… five thousand dollars?” I placed it very deliberately back on the green velvet and shut the box."
February 13, 2025 at 7:22 AM