Category Archives: videogamery

A new way to spend my money

On Monday nights I waste spend my time playing D & D with friends. We’re currently playing through the first of the Tyranny of Dragons modules, and I’m playing a gnome rogue named Ellibelli. I’m currently using a halfling rogue as my miniature at the game table, which is just fine (I guess) since D & D didn’t bother to make any gnome miniatures.

Who am I kidding? It’s annoying. All those halflings everywhere and no gnome miniatures? It’s annoying as heck.

That’s okay, though, because our GM reminded me that Hero Forge exists and that I could get a custom miniature made there. I fussed and fussed, but I did manage to make a miniature that would work as Elli. I played for quite a while to get everything exactly how I want it, including finding a dragon familiar for the miniature.

Elli doesn’t have a pet dragon. I added that to represent one of Elli’s character traits in the game. Elli’s quite the little expert on All Things Dragon. According to Elli, the reason she knows so much about All Things Dragon is because she really is a dragon. Her official character history says her grandfather actually slew a dragon, earning him the name Dragonslayer before he settled down to live the sage life.

Gnome? Where? I’m a dragon. – Ellibelli Dragonslayer, gnome rogue

The other player characters have declared that Elli is insane. Only the GM and I know the truth. It’s sure fun to play, though.

Then I spent the better part of the afternoon making builds for all my favorite characters, including one based on my City of Heroes/World of Warcraft/The Secret World/Rift character. It’s mostly City of Heroes with a touch of World of Warcraft and Rift thrown in to try to get a look that reminds me of the character I always build in online games like these.

Sometimes a girl just needs to put on a pointed hat and shoot fireballs at computer generated enemies.

I’ve got saving up for the double sized version of this model on my budgetary to do list. For now, it’s only screenshot here and a saved file out on Hero Forge. Someday it might even become a tchotchke on my desk.

I miss videogaming. It was a social activity for me. Get online. Hang with my guildies. Blow off a little steam doing daily quest or crafting. I’ve always had some degree of video game motion sickness. After I had my bout of vestibular neuronitis, my video game motion sickness got worse, to the point of games becoming nearly unplayable. It’s one of the few things that I didn’t recover at least to some degree through physical therapy.

I miss it. Really, I miss the guildies and the camaraderie and the raiding. Hugging the floor and trying not to throw up all over everything? I don’t miss that at all.

The ironic thing is that I originally got into videogaming because we couldn’t keep a group together to play D&D. Before video games, playing tabletop roleplaying games was my social outlet. Now I have a D&D group again because none of us can keep a group together to play video games. What’s old is new again.

With actually “needing” miniatures for tabletop play, I could go down a pretty deep hole here designing characters and then printing them up as we need them. As we know already, I love miniatures. I could very easily build daily life fantasy dioramas.

Anne Dooley, Piglet on my tiny imaginary farm

Sadly, the D & D Miniatures are 30 mm, which is approximately 1:60 scale and the farm is 1:24 scale because that’s the approximate scale of the Schleich farm animals. There will not be any fantasy figures visiting the farm at this time except if they’re visting the land of the giant animals.

Maybe if I save up for one of the 1:30 scale figures I can play around with what I already have. Otherwise, I’ll be searching for 1:24 scale people to turn into fantasy characters or 1:60 scale farm animals and buildings.

Christmas Scarf Watch: 20161224 –  Completed

I made it. The scarf is now drying after it’s initial washing. No scarf IOUs will be needed this year.

The roommate documented the measurement for me. I ended up being slightly short on my count. It actually took a full six tomatoes (three hours) to complete the last of it. I’m unsure if the deviation was just that I slowed a bit as I went due to my hands hurting, or simply knit faster when I was timing myself to try to figure out much longer I would need to finish.

I felt so accomplished that I gave myself the rest of the evening off from knitting and watched the roommate play her new video game: The Division. The storyline of the video game is good because how could it not be good when it’s based on work by Tom Clancy.

I’m still just a little disappointed at the lack of zombies in the game. Thugs? Yes. Bioterrorists? Of course. Zombies? Completely missing. It’s so sad. I think it’s a tragically missed opportunity for zombie Knicks fans.

At least the game is educational. I’ve been learning lots about New York. The game maps are actually based on Google Maps for the city. I’ve even been to Virtual Madison Square garden, which makes me want to go visit the real thing.

The most important thing I’ve learned from the game so far, though, is that pretty much everyone has military grade weapons stashed around their apartments for you to find once they’ve been evacuated because of the Dollar Flu. I’m surprised that more New Yorkers aren’t just climbing up onto their rooftops and camping out in lawn chairs with their sniper rifles and machine guns and picking off passers-by for fun while they wait out the whole Bioterrorist plague thing.
I would have expected the roommate to do more sniping, like she’s done in Fallout and other games, but The Division doesn’t seem well set up for solo play and many of the scenarios seem to need to be seriously over-leveled in order to play them out alone. Because of that, there haven’t been as many opportunities for her to find a good spot to set up and head shot mobs.
I made the roommate (read: pestered the roommate to do it until she acquiesced) pick up her free holiday hat for her character. It’s a nifty red and white holiday themed fair isle stocking cap complete with Norwegian Star motif and Deer. It screams holiday cheer as she’s mowing down AI opponents with her AK-47, so at least there’s that.

ED-E, My Love

Having finished her first play-through of Fallout 4, the roommate has been replaying Fallout New Vegas. She didn’t get all of the New Vegas DLC finished before Fallout 4 came out for whatever reasons, so now she’s working her way through the Lonesome Road content.

That’s all well and good, but since she’s traveling with ED-E the eyebot, I’m stuck with this song in my head while she’s blowing the heads off ghouls.


It makes for a strange soundtrack to a post-apocalyptic zombie shooter. No stranger than the actual Fallout soundtracks, mind you. It fits very well with the actual soundtrack. It doesn’t fit so well with my remaining a sane and happy knitter, however.

ED-E reminds me of an assignment we got in sixth grade: a what if debate where the topic was “Should robots have rights?” On one side of the table sat all the people who couldn’t imagine a world where a machine might have feelings and independent action. I sat on the other.

“This is stupid. Machines don’t need rights. They’re machines. D’uh.”

“But what if it could think for itself? What if you couldn’t tell it from a human just by looking at it? If thinking and acting independently are what make someone human, why wouldn’t it make a machine human?” I thought of Westworld and sad cowboy robot Yul Brynner. “What if someone fell in love with a robot and wanted to marry them? If you can’t tell them from a human, why wouldn’t that happen?”

“You’re weird.”

 I imagined getting to leave the table with this machine I’d just though up. He would have a name to call him, like James, or Michael, or Edward. Eddie, if we were friends.  Yes. In my mind, Eddie the robot and I would absolutely be friends. 

We would live on the moon or Mars and help terraform the environment for the settlers who would come afterward. Eddie would be so much better company than the kids in Mrs. Bryant’s class, because he would treat everyone kindly. He would never call anyone weird, or strange, or a freak because they didn’t think the same thoughts as everyone else. We would build robot children and have a nice little family on Mars or whatever space colony world we lived on and when our work was done and the colonists were coming, we’d pack up and move to the next space job.

I was a weird child. Now I’m a weird adult. 

I can handle that I’m a weird adult. I can’t handle that I’m a weird adult with an earworm stuck in my head and it’s stuck tight. I think I’m going to have to pull out the big guns to get rid of this one since playing it on repeat for any hour didn’t work: play something worse. Now it’s just a matter of deciding whether I want Bad Romance or Istanbul (Not Constantinople) stuck in my head for the next three days.