In our last (first?) episode of the year, we discuss some of the big stories in the geek and gaming world from 2014. While they may not be the same stories everyone else is talking about, they’re the ones that had the most impact in our little circle across the Pacific.
A female Thor! A black Captain America! A straight Constantine! This episode has it all true believers, except Asians. Would an Asian Hulk get mentioned on the View?
In this episode, we discuss the recent examples of inclusiveness in comic books and games as well as whether or not you should try to make your games more inclusive. Like everyone else, we forget that Captain Marvel, a black woman, led the Avengers in the eighties and that the previous leader had been Wasp, another woman. Lyal even had those issues.
Chris: “Lyal, Can I play Batman in your DC game. Batman with a Scottish accent. ‘Ach. Ay’m the heerooo this city deserves, ya wee lass.'”
Lyal: “Wow. I’m not looking forward to that, but sure. Wayne?”
Wayne: “Hmm, maybe Sen … Sensible … Sensual … Sen … tence. Centennial. The Centennial.”
Lyal: “The Sentry. Wrong universe. How about Superman?”
Wayne: “No thanks. I do like Spee … Speeder … Speederma … Spice. Spicer … Spicerman …”
Lyal: “Spider-Man. Wrong universe, again.”
In this episode, we discuss the advantages of playing iconic characters as well as retelling classic or not so classic stories. Also, listen to find out what all the fuss about Sparks Nevada is.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Xu6x4ORe.dpuf
Once upon a weeknight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over what Feat to choose for this RPG character I adore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping, As of some one rudely sapping, sapping energy galore. “Tis Idle Red Hands,” I muttered, “flapping gums, those frightful bores – Only this and nothing … (snore).”
Happy Halloween! For the last episode in our Month of Horror, we look at the American Gothic writer, Edgar Allen Poe.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Xu6x4ORe.dpuf
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Xu6x4ORe.dpuf