Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Ooh ooh ooh My Turn!

I regret that I cannot jump on the post Type V D&D Announcement Telling Game Designers How To Do Their Job bandwagon since I already did last month. However, let it never be said a week went by without me bringing in some solution-to-a-problem-nobody-had from left field

If Wizards doesn't want it, someone else can take it. Free:

Strike a blow for social justice and for keeping RPGs totally metal by creating rules for damage resulting in permanent handicaps and badass ways to overcome them: weaponized prosthetic limbs, seeing-eye jaguars, sword-tipped peg-legs, steampunk gnome ocular thingies that only work for a few rounds at a time, etc.

And, naturally, art directors--keep it sexy. Actually, expand the sexy. Give us hot maimed people and dyslexic people but also hot fat people and hot dead people and whatever else you've got (still have Brom's number?). America lags far behind the rest of the western world in non-neurotic thinking about sexy, give it a kick.
This here proof-of-concept is one of the pictures I did for my all-female cyborg space pirate version of Blood Meridian (that's the Judge on the right with the cigar). If it were up to me, there would be no pictures of men in anything ever, but more than half the population likes men so maybe put one or two hot, mute, deaf, blind, hebephrenic guys in there too. I guess. Worked for Michael Moorcock.

Oh and remember, even Tieflings don't have to be skinny goth chicks...