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And done...

Both Unions and Intersections and Back in the Biz... are now complete.

Did the playtest for Back in the Biz... today and it went well. I missed a number of things in the character sheets, and the players were good at letting me know what they thought they needed. The game went well, and I know the outline now for what's going to happen. The test group got through with none casualties of their own and minimal other casualties, however I can see some players turning it into a blood bath.

Should prove interesting.

I have a few minor things that I want to do before hand, including make two soundtracks for the two different games. That's about it.

Arcanacon 2008, here I come!

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delphaeus
Jan. 20th, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

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Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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