Once upon this time, I used this journal to chronicle the exploits of the Dread Lord Sargent, an evil overlord in a generic fantasy setting. As occasionally happens, he was defeated by a band of scruffy adventures and fled through a dimensional portal that sent him to a science-fictional world ( Read more... )

Happy birthday! I keep saying that to you, and you repeat it back to me, but you don't yet really know what that means. Here's a hint for you: PRESENTS. You do know what presents are, though. Christmas taught you that. Now anything wrapped is a present, and you demand to open it. It's not like you really care that much about what's inside-it's the ( Read more... )

Becoming an Alpaca requires hazing rituals.

Hazing rituals!

I have discovered that there is a group of CEOs and other business-minded individuals that meets near my new headquarters. This "Alpaca Club" appears to be for the purpose of networking and gaining advantage, although they cloak their actions in claims of providing humanitarian aid and upholding high ethical standards ( Read more... )

I have spent much of this weekend thinking, and have come to a conclusion: I cannot continue doing all that I do. As of today, I am no longer an independent contractor with the People's Protectorate ( Read more... )

It is taking a lot of time and effort for me to untangle the finances of MindWorks. So much so that I have had little time for anything else. I did institute one new policy after some discussion with the employees: Friday afternoons we play online games.

Finally I have a guild that I can control properly.

The difficulty with attempting to claw your way into a position of power is that you must deal with multiple things in a short span of time. While I had to do this even as overlord, I had forgotten how much more intense it was when I was a penniless unknown ( Read more... )

I have been so distracted by Frandsen's resemblance to Morganeuse that I have neglected to mention how Donnie's delivery of a subpoena went ( Read more... )

There are people who believe that there is but one soul-mate for them, and that they are destined to meet them regardless of circumstance or situation. In fact, these people go on to say, if you live multiple lives you will keep meeting each other ( Read more... )

Very well, I must admit that this woman's hair is straight where Morganeuse's was in ringlets, and she is short where Morganeuse was tall, and their noses differ quite a bit...

And yet the resemblance could not be plainer to my eye. I do not understand!