So, did you know the 5th Edition Dungeons and Dragons starter set came out?
What, but I don’t see a ‘Red Box’ What's this? A lost mine in Phandelver? Hmmmm so when you open the box you get the Basic rule book, the Adventure book, 5 Pregen characters and really nice Dice. Lets look inside…
There's a green dragon on the cover. Holy crap, there's the lair of the dragon on the cover right in the middle of the module. "The characters most likely won’t o slay the dragon". An encounter they can't win!? What kind of Killer GM D&D is this? (Its actually really, really good!)
A description of the DM's role that does a great job for the beginner Dungeon master. (The Story teller who controls everything not played by the other players)
A list of great DM Advice: Keep the gaming moving. Let the players contribute. Be consistent and fair. Don't ask for ability checks unless there's a good reason why and a consequence for failure!
It's nice to see that a DC 10 check is an easy check and doesn't scale to player level. The cap on the DC's really reminds me of some of the modular systems in old school gaming which is really nice.
Oh, here's some text telling you that you won't find monster stats in the adventure. This I Do have to say was a bit of a pain while running my groups, personally for my podcast gaming group I photocopied the monsters so had had the information at my fingertips rather than flipping back and forth slowing combat encounters. Speaking of combat encounters they do a great job showing different style of encounters mixing up surprise attacks for players and ambushing the player group walk into. High energy fights involving using the environment in encounters and plenty of traps and surprising twist that will be different each time you run this beginner set due to no one can guess the hundreds of ways players can come up with creating this adventure!.
The dice! For a starter set these are some of the nicest sets of dice I’ve gotten form any ‘Red box starter set’
Rating: Overall it rates 5 out of 5 Lizas!!
Another day, another drama. I wake up and it is all about her. Do I have time for myself? What does that even mean anymore? I can't remember the last time I got dolled up for a night out amongst friends. Why? They quit inviting. I can't blame them really. When every time I plan to go, some kind of drama happens. So instead, I just say no thank you from the get go. It was exhausting trying to plan, and making sure my things fit around her schedule. How in the world will I ever get ahead?
I do have some solace. I like to call it TV series therapy. Late at night, when the house is finally quiet, I can sit down and try to watch an old TV series and get lost in the characters. Sad to say, they become my friends in a way. I escape, even if it is just an hour or so at a time. I forget what is really happening. I forget about the abyss I have submerged myself into. I forget most of all, that I am hiding. It is what I do best.
Blending in and becoming a chameleon is probably my best asset. Why? When you blend, and don't stand out, no one asks questions. No one pries into your private life. No questions, no awkward details. I mean seriously, dealing with the demise of an addict is not on a person's top ten discussion list.
I do keep searching, trying to figure it out. Where is the light at the end of this tunnel? How can I emerge unscathed? The answer is simple.
I won't. One way or another, this has become a part of who I am, and who I am to become. Now if I could only figure out who exactly that is. I often tell myself, "Raven it could be worse. Think if you were born in a third world country." It is true.
Yet still the tightness in my chest, when I see the remnants of her use, reminds me otherwise. I just shake my head, shed a silent tear, if I say what I find, its a fight.
I think it is time for another episode of Buffy, or Angel, I need to see how they are tonight.
Mockingjay Part 1 - Our hero Catniss is a refugee in district 9. She is trying to fight the good fight.
Review: I need to read the books, but I have to say out of the three movies, this is my favorite by far. I really love the shots they used and it was both action packed and heartfelt. I will admit I did shed a tear or two. The actors gave great performances. Overall bravo!
Rating: I will give it 4 out of 5 Lizas :)
Here is a new story I am sharing with all of you. Graphic words and material may be written here. Please be advised.
I slowly open my door, I tiptoe into the kitchen, find a clean cup or bowl or whatever will hold my cereal. I carefully pour my milk and I sit down with my TV tray in front of the old fashioned television set. I have to be very very quiet, I tell myself. I don't want to wake mommy. She is "sick" and will get mad if I do. I tiptoe into her room, yes she is home, asleep, and breathing. Whew we made it through another night. Now back to my cartoons.
At 34, you would think this scenario would never have to play in my head again. Unfortunately for me, it is a daily recurrence. As hard as I wish, and as much as I try not to be bothered by the same events, the harder it is for me to let go. This memory should just haunt me, right? I should be over this type of thing?
Impossible. Not going to happen, I have tried, and contemplated, I have yelled and cried, I spoke with intelligence and logic, but nothing changes. Same selfish acts, same selfish mother. People may see this and scream how dare you! Do you know how lucky you are to still have her in your life? Do you know you should show respect?
All I can say in response is, walk in my shoes, see what I see, and then we will talk. Wake up every morning, tiptoe into her room, check if she is breathing. Stay awake at night when she has disappeared. Or better yet wait for the call from the hospital saying she has been admitted because she was too fucking high to get back home.
Then, I welcome all comments and concerns. As hard as it is to say this, and as hard as it is to admit, I need to. Release this secret from upon my chest. Set it free, to fly in the wind. Let go, so I can stop choking on the truth. So I can stop pretending it will be alright. Most of all find out who I really am, besides a series of built up lies and made up stories of how wonderful, I imagined it would be to just be normal. That my friends was never going to be a part of my story. Much less a part of my life.
So I keep beating around the bush. Okay, breath, here it goes. My name is Raven Jackson and my mother is an addict.
Whew, there I said it, clear and honest. Now do I get a pin or something for sharing?