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Wikipedia is my best friend when it comes time to research for Freeforms. :)

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pastryproducts
Jan. 5th, 2007 01:10 pm (UTC)
I agree, except it once informed me for my Ancient Gaul freeform that magic potions didn't give you incredible strength, instead it was biting the heads of midgets. Oh, and that irishmen liked bagels. Maybe my search perameters were not strict enough...
hasimir
Jan. 5th, 2007 02:42 pm (UTC)
Given how useful crazyjane13's copy of the Encyclopaedia Brittanica was for my Dark Ages game, I can only extrapolate.

I sometimes wonder how my history marks would've differed if I had the knowledge I have now of how to exploit both Wikipedia and Google.
halloranelder
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:05 pm (UTC)
Agreed.

Though I have to admit, when I was a kid my parents owned a full (and reasonably up to date) copy of the World Book Encyclopedia, something that got a hell of a lot of use.

I used to enjoy reading the Encyclopedias. :)
hasimir
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:36 pm (UTC)
Yeah, we had the World Book too, but the Britannica really was better. The price reflected that, of course.
paradigmshifty
Jan. 6th, 2007 12:56 am (UTC)
And these days you can get them on DVD for a fraction of the cost...
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