After a long time of patience and effort, my physical degree was sent to me in the mail, and my happiness is immeasurable.

It hangs on my wall over my desk, right next to a framed autograph of Jeffrey Coombs, because the frames match and I am not being monitored adequately.

@Rathenhope
A tragedy to the entire Terminators-fueled-by-kittens community, I’m sure.

I was playing as a tattooist and was just goofing off with some dice, did a roll with, like, 11 dice involved, because nWoD and broken, and somehow came up with a double botch. The other party in the scene, it was a small item, like their third in-game tattoo, and I’d RP’d out the previous one, covering up a drunken-mistake-grade piece. It was decided by the other player that we’d roleplay out that experience and it was … something.
Me: [bzzzzt]
Them: [humming]
Me: I have to admit, we should put on some music, if it’ll help you relax a bit.
Them: Oh, cool. Let’s listen to something fun. How about, hmm, Ace of Base?
Me: Can do.
[youtube link is shared for the scene]
Them: Cool, cool. I really like this song.
Me: Yeah, same. Also, I meant to ask, why did you want the word, “Drawstring,” tattooed on your shoulder in Chinese?
Them: …
Me: It’s cool if you don’t want to share, people do all kinds of neat things with their ink.
Them: …that’s not what I requested, though.
Me: [jazz music stops]
Them: …
Me: …
Them: What… what did you do?
Me: …uhm.
Them: Show me.
Me: [provides mirror access]
Them: Wait. That… that says, “drawstring” in Chinese?
Me: Well, yes. I thought that you knew that.
Them: No! No, I did [expletive] not! What in the [expletive] is wrong with you?
Me: I’m doing what I was paid to do!
Them: Fix it.
Me: What, you want it in a cursive script? These things don’t have an ‘undo’ feature.
Them: FIX IT.
Me: Okay, let me know what to do, I’ll do my best.
Them: [details cover-up, three times the size, complexity, cost, and time to complete]
Me: …okay. I’ll eat the cost on this and we’ll move on, cool?
Them: If it sucks, no, we won’t.
Me: [works hard, new roll is made, five successes]
Them: Okay, it looks really cool. Thank you.
Me: No problem. I hope that you have a better day.
Them: Eh, I wasn’t expecting this, yet I can’t complain about basically free ink.
Me: Right, well, closing up for the day, going to rethink some choices.
Them: [departs]
Me: [examines stencil]
…
[consults character sheet]
Flaw: Haunted
Me: …I’m calling in a [expletive] exorcist tomorrow.

I buy off the flaw, scene was hilarious, the other player took up the role of the now-ejected spirit and their final hijinks changed the layout of the shop and some posted rules.
10/10 scene, would do again.

The third thing: vibes-based chargen, in which stats are inferred and implied, and dice challenges resolved through the pageantry of dance.

Okay, really, I’d just go with well-documented and either web-based with a registered login provided upon request, or well-documented and handled on-site, with approval mostly rubber-stamping after the sniff-test is done.

As I watch another app on a game enter its third week of inactivity, I draw a great many conclusions about the people who staff it. Volunteer or not, after a certain point, my interest doesn’t wane, it rots.

The concept of “the squeaky wheel gets grease,” combines with “the second rat gets the cheese,” really. If someone speaks up against staff idleness, they’re being un-mutual to the game itself; if they remain silent, well they clearly enjoy the silence, and are hoping it doesn’t change.

What constitutes a polite reminder by intent may not appear as such to a particularly-idle staffer.