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AM: This proof contains plot spoilers for my Changeling: the Dreaming game titled "Bump in the Night". If you are a PD0er who eventually wants to play it (email me! I want to run it again!), you should not read this proof. I will forgive you for no...
Death sez: LET THE WRITE-UP, COMMENCE! Death: I really enjoyed doing this. I got to see some friends, meet AP R and sell stuff in a British accent. Not to mention drink poison. I sold Insanity (a shirt that said insanity in cursive and had zig-zag li...
AM: Totals as I recorded them: Pioneer Square Remy -- 80, ten of which were windmills, one of which was a food cart guy. Pixie -- 84, two windmills, two bandmembers, one statue, two camera guys in a moving car. Sir P -- 31, two fistbumps, one statue...
Day One: Haircut This may not seem like a big deal, but actually this is probably the thing that scared me the most. As you can see from my profile picture, I have very long hair. The last time I went in to a hairstylist for a trim, she told me "I...
After an extensive and serious campaign session with Princess Pixie, who is running for the House of Lords, we settled in for something a little more frivolous. You may recall from previous tasks my fondness for mario cubes -- I believe this is thei...
Catch and release ferret fishing. Just another weekday in the Casa de AM. My bait was a jingle bell and colorful mylar tassel, bought at the estate sale of a drag queen. My target was Sophia, a small brown ferret with an unending capacity for misc...
Tonight, I was in a college dorm for the first time for some time. I had the occasion to visit the bathroom, and discover a public health poster exhorting the reader to perform such actions as washing their hands after sneezing into them, and, relev...
You may recall from previous proofs that I am in possession of a light-up, moving reindeer, the type that the people across the street from you put on their lawn at Christmastime and leave on all night, heedless of both the way it shines in your wind...
Grief is blue and grey, black and white. It is liquid, thick and clinging. It breaks like waves and ebbs like tides, drowning and tugging at your ankles. It won't wash off, in tears or drink. It fills. Grief has no heights. Only depths and depths. B...
PD0 Pixie sez: I'd never met an SF0 member in real life. I've actually never met anyone from the internet in real life, but once finding a fellow PD0 member who would actually return my messages, we were eager to set up a meeting. I came with a cou...