One of the most compelling things about detective fiction is how it forces the author to grapple with their conception of justice. The detective may be better than the cops, but they are still turning over the murderer to the same system. A detective might exhalt justice that transcends the system they participate in, but this gives them a role akin to judge, jury, and executioner. More fantastical depictions see the detective as literal ubermensch. It's all so narratively fecund.
how is it mario day and no one posted the essay
every day i think about the cat on twitter who looks more like a scheming eunuch than any creature has ever looked
monkey i love you beloved little freak i would die for you
The dragon’s fire comes not from its wrath, but its burning heart.
by Richard Cavolo
you really believe in that "Han Dynasty" crap?
What?
My editor keeps telling me 'You understand this guy, you need to move on" but I always feel like I've barely scratched the surface.
Infiltrate Palace? [confirm (X)]
Rogue sneaks into the dungeon, finds the ogres discussing continental philosophy before they realise the PCs are here and go back to grunting and waving clubs around.
Amphibian migration season is coming this spring. Remember to drive slow!