M of Ragged Feathers @signalstation@raggedfeathers.com

If you play Trophy Dark-- or if the only thing that kept you from playing Trophy Dark was that you were worried there may not be enough opportunities to be destroyed by bees-- you're in luck!

I just released my award-winning bee-filled game scenario that set me on the path to writing RPG stuff for realsies:
https://signalstation.itch.io/a-warm-and-pleasant-hum

DYING IN SPACE: written by @maenad and @signalstation with illustrations by @RAPIDPUNCHES

Available now! Two games in one zine! 3-2-1 LAUNCH!

https://maenad.itch.io/dying-in-space

) Author of WITCHES TOWN, a collection of microfiction most of which came from Mastodon posting
https://gumroad.com/l/witchestown

) Author of two horror-comedy stories under a pseudonym for Horrible Vacuum
http://horriblevacuum.com/wordmovies/microwave-coven/

) Creator of over 150 music mixes (signalstation.com)

) 3rd star in the constellation of Auragonan the Deer Who Crushes the Fallow Fields

) Black Left Hand of the Frozen Moons of Enoff

) just some idiot, I don't know

1) Not getting enough sleep

2) Overindulging in alcohol

3) Accidentally referring to your friends by the names of the ancestors they resemble.

4) Ignoring horoscopes because “All the stars move anyway, so who cares.”

5) Enjoying swing music.

6) The section of your wardrobe made from woven reeds and lizard pelts.

7) At every opportunity, you mention “This all used to be underwater” while gesturing at everything.

hey, how do you leave the animal crossing level where the mean raccoon lowers just enough food down your well to keep you alive, but not so much that you can get strong enough to climb out?

how is it I have memories of being small, of sharpening pencils, of the space under a kitchen table, of a child's life?

it seems truly odd to have access to the thoughts of this long gone creature that I have so little in common with and to be expected to think nothing of it

man it's only been 3 weeks and already I'm so nostalgic for when we'd all get together, with *no social distancing*, dress me up in rags and straw, drag me through the jagged cornfields and leave me out for the Summer Queen to devour after rising from her deep winter burrow, crushing my bones and blessing the harvest

Plagueworld Sunset 2020

Did a masked up grocery run. Grocery store had a looped recording advising all customers to stay 6 ft apart, which was impossible in the small aisles, but at least 90% of the patrons (and 100% of the employees) were in masks.

The warnings in place of tinny synth music definitely triggered that brokebrain "hey, you're in a video game" feeling.

Instant oats, water, peanut butter, a scoop of jam: The Wet PB&J.

Anyone know if the patent office is still open?

Superman. Robocop. Dracula. Countless others.

Just... just stop shooting at them. What are you doing with your life.

[ ] Says here on your resume, under "Other Skills" that-- and I quote-- "If my job involves a gun and then if I ever have to shoot at someone who was bulletproof, I would just stop shooting instead of watching all the ricochets with disbelief until my ammo runs out."

[ ] Yeah.

Isolation shelfie with guest appearance by a new arrival from today's mail: GILDED NEEDLES from one of my favorite reprint publishers, Valancourt.

"Welcome to the Black Triangle, New York's decadent district of opium dens, gambling casinos, drunken sailors, gaudy hookers, and back room abortions. The queen of this unsavory neighborhood is Black Lena Shanks, whose family leads a ring of female criminals —women skilled in the art of cruelty."

http://www.valancourtbooks.com/gilded-needles-1980.html

Kind of digging the new heights of "who cares" I'm ascending to when it comes to apartment tidying now that I know that no one's ever coming over.

If you play Trophy Dark-- or if the only thing that kept you from playing Trophy Dark was that you were worried there may not be enough opportunities to be destroyed by bees-- you're in luck!

I just released my award-winning bee-filled game scenario that set me on the path to writing RPG stuff for realsies:
https://signalstation.itch.io/a-warm-and-pleasant-hum

The 1000s of monkeys I'm sheltering-in-place with have so far only typed out "King Year," a play about a king who distributes his kingdom to his three "laughters."

We're so close.

Okay, so, I was worried about running out of coffee, so I didn't have any all week. But it's Saturday. Just made some as a treat. And you know what? Coffee is still great. Really solid drink option.

Also: broke into some locally made kimchi radish and DANG! Spice and vinegar and crunch... this kimchi radish has GOT IT ALL!

Okay, we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.