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Ever since I can remember, I've enjoyed creating board games, RPGs, and tabletop games in general. As a kid, during vacations at my grandparents' house, I created a knock-off of Settlers of Catan to play with my cousin. Good times. Currently, I have a few projects I'm working on, and I got the chance to finish one of them. I found a One Page Game Jam on Instagram. I probably don't need to explain what a game jam is - everyone who wanted to participate had a limited time to finish a game that fits on one page. Here's my project. Compact Creature Combat is a one-page game inspired by some pocket monsters, promoting kitbashing or toybashing. Each player prepares 3 creatures that will battle in an arena. I need to point out a few things. Firstly, these one-page rules are intended to be part of a larger game. Eventually, there will be more special abilities, and it will be possible to catch and upgrade different creatures, etc. Secondly, the game has not been tested in any way other than in my mind. I didn't have the time or energy for proper (or any) playtesting. Thirdly... well, nothing really. Big thanks to The Hobby Dungeon for organizing this jam. This game, along with about 50 other games and game supplements, will be featured in an online zine and also in a limited print edition. If you try out this game, please let me know, e.g., on Instagram!

Rarely do I feel a true, vast, and unstoppable power emanating from a certain place. Recently, I experienced this feeling while exploring Saxon Switzerland, a mountain range in southeastern Germany, extending further into the Czech Republic. The mountains aren't very high, so they're accessible even to novice striders like myself. At the same time, the area offers a diverse landscape with incredible cliffs and rock formations formed by the slow erosion of sandstone prevalent there. But I don't want to talk about geology and geography, although those are interesting topics as well. In that place, you could feel a mass of emotions emanating from the ground, from the surrounding rocks and forests. One particular place struck me like a hammer, leaving me breathless. It happened on one of the summits, to reach it you had to climb a narrow metal ladder in a small crevice between the rocks. There on the top grew an oak tree. A huge, sprawling oak. And at its roots, there was a kind of niche. This hollow, at the top of the mountain, at the feet of the mighty oak, drew me in like a magnet. I sat down in it and surrendered to meditation. Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. I felt surges of energy, emotions, or perhaps mana, flowing through me. Mana in the original, Polynesian sense - the trace that ancestors leave behind on objects and places for their descendants. While I had previously struggled with my own spirituality, it seems to me that at that moment I truly experienced a kind of inspiration. Only later, after exploring more of these mountains and reading about their history, did I understand what I truly felt. Like most of the areas in today's eastern Germany, this region was originally inhabited by Slavs, and then colonized by German settlers between the 12th and 14th centuries. Additionally, the Elbe River valley was an important trade route, and countless castles were scattered on the peaks; fortresses of bandits and nobles, though the difference between the two is truly minor. All this conflict, all this spilled blood seems to gather in the Elbe Valley, washed into it with the rains. Is this bad? Is it a place of evil, negative power? It doesn't seem like it to me. Such events themselves are not a guarantee of evil spirits, they merely blur the boundaries between the worlds. Sitting under the oak tree and absorbing what surrounded me, I felt no fear or sorrow. Before my eyes, I saw people sitting where I sit, in a circle around the fire. The eldest among them told stories to the younger ones, giving advice and warnings. This is what kind of Place of Power it is. A Place of Council and Wisdom. I recommend to all seeking spiritual enlightenment to make a pilgrimage to Saxon Switzerland, find the great oak tree at the summit, and engage in solitary meditation.

Most Esteemed Colleague, Dear Jan, We are informing you about the course of treatment of Mr. Krzysztof Malicki on November 12, 2023. Diagnosis: Exitus letalis due to hemorrhagic shock Chronic Diseases: Atherosclerosis Coronary artery disease Aortocoronary bypass surgery, 11/2023, alio loco Multiple strokes due to basilar artery occlusion (2007, 2009, 2015, 2022) Locked-in syndrome Course of treatment: Mr. Malicki was admitted to the Emergency Room due to sudden bleeding from a tracheotomy performed elsewhere. The patient was not known to our hospital, and the treatment documentation provided by the paramedics was incomplete. In the ambulance, the patient received an intravenous ampoule of tranexamic acid and inhalations of adrenaline. Upon admission to the ER, the bleeding had significantly subsided due to these interventions. After the removal of the cannula from the trachea, the bleeding intensified significantly. The on-call anesthesiologist, trauma surgeon, and thoracic surgeon were urgently notified. The patient was transferred to Operating Room No. 7. Sixteen units of universal red blood cell concentrate were prepared. Initial examination did not reveal an obvious source of the bleeding. In the absence of known neoplastic changes, we ruled out erosive bleeding. From the incomplete medical history, it was deduced that recent aortocoronary bypass surgery, commonly known as a bypass, had been performed. In the absence of other suspicions, we decided to perform a thoracotomy to locate the source of the bleeding. At this point, the suction reservoirs contained approximately five liters of fluid. A distinctive, metallic smell filled the air, and oddly enough, it could also be tasted on the tongue. The on-call thoracic surgeon, Dr. Niedziela, made a central incision with a scalpel along the entire length of the sternum. Further dissection was performed using a monopolar blade, and the sternum was cut with an oscillating saw. The bleeding increased exponentially after cutting the sternum. The source of the bleeding was still not identifiable; we did not see any open blood vessels. Blood was pouring out of the cut sternum in liters, flowing over the patient and the operating table like a waterfall, quickly leaving the surgical team ankle-deep in the red fluid. After inserting the chest spreader, the bleeding intensified further, revealing an expansive, unending sea of red. The fully opened chest cavity turned out to be barely a keyhole, or the eye of a needle, compared to the view we encountered inside. The ribs seemed to continue caudally like the vault of a grotesque Gothic cathedral, extending through the abdominal cavity, lower limbs, the operating room, and even further. Adjusting the lighting did not allow us to determine the exact depth of the chest cavity. We were unable to identify the heart, aorta, superior vena cava, lungs, or other orientational structures or organs. The source of the ongoing bleeding was also not apparent. When the blood pouring from the opened sternum reached halfway up our calves, Dr. Jóźwiak, the on-call trauma surgeon, decided to palpate the inside of the chest cavity. He reached his hand inside. His arm disappeared almost up to the shoulder in the patient. After a few seemingly endless seconds, the operator let out a cry, which could be described as a mixture of triumph and disgust, informing the team that he "had something" and that "it was putting up a good fight." At this point, Dr. Jóźwiak was pulled into the opening, his coat tearing on the ribs protruding like blunt, jagged teeth. Together, the team managed to pull Dr. Jóźwiak out of the patient. In his hand, he held a mass composed of muscle and connective tissue, gently pulsating and writhing in the operator's grip. This lump was interwoven with numerous torn blood vessels, two to three centimeters wide. The fleshy tubes protruded in every direction, moving slightly as if looking around and searching for something in the room. In the areas where the vessels were torn closer to the mass, the sight resembled a grotesque Swiss cheese. Inspecting these openings gave the impression that they led to an endless void, the depths of nothingness itself. Waterfalls of blood poured out, drenching the operator in further liters of sticky, thick blood. The bleeding stopped after making several deep cuts into the held mass with a scalpel. The movements of the lump also ceased. The chest bleeding stopped shortly after the mass was removed. At the same time, there was a rapidly progressing bradycardia followed by a cessation of circulation. Attempts to restore circulation with catecholamines and electrical cardioversion were unsuccessful. We regret to pronounce the death of Mr. Malicki on November 12, 2023, at 23:14. Histopathological examination of the mass did not show cancerous changes. We identified heart muscle cells with blood vessels, but the exact dimensions or number of vessels could not be determined. The post-accident team did not find any permanent health damage in Dr. Jóźwiak. The incident protocol was drawn up and handed over to the responsible authorities. Sincerely, Prof. Dr M. Juszczyk Head of the Trauma Surgery Clinic Dr M. Jóźwiak Traumatologist M.A.G. Jagielski Resident

Gusła My name is Jagelsdorf Welcome to my Gusła Gusła (Goose-Wah), is an old Polish word for witchcraft, magic and all things mysterious. And magic is what i'm looking for in everyday things. find out more As a tragic victim of excess ideas and energy, I take on everything my mind thinks up and I need a place of my own to share these ideas and projects. ​ Expect stories, photographs, graphics and other artworks in the field of fantasy, horror, mysticism and science fiction, sprinkled with a large dose of board games, tabletop wargames and RPGs, and a hint of opinionated features and reflections. "W elcome to my world. Have fun and enjoy it with me..." blog ~The Almighty Ethyzer new posts Tabletop Investigate the Dungeon in Frostgrave Free Scenario for Frostgrave. Explore dungeons, kill monsters, collect treasures. 0 Post not marked as liked Slavic The Death Doll Wszemił's saliva was as thick as tar. To relieve his restless eyes from the approaching pier, he looked up at the carried doll. 0 Post not marked as liked Most Esteemed Colleague I Must Mr. Skiba voluntarily admitted himself to the psychiatric ward with suspected recurrence of previously diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. 0 Post not marked as liked more

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