"Smeems says he keeps himself to himself. He says he thinks the boy is cunning."
"Oh, good," said Vetinari, still seeming to find something totally engrossing in the layout of playing pieces.
"Good?"
"We need cunning people in Ankh-Morpork. We have a Street of Cunning Artificers, do we not?"
"Well, yes, but--"
"Ah, then it is context that has power," said Vetinari, turning around with a look of unmasked delight. "Did I say that I am a politician? Cunning: artful, sly, deceptive, shrewd, astute, cute, on the ball, and, indeed, arch. A word for any praise and every prejudice. Cunning...is a cunning word."
Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals
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Oscacomp's Item Shop: a party game for people who like dungeons, dragons, and GRAMMAR
Hey so my card game is live on Kickstarter now! If you're a language geek and/or a D&D enjoyer, you might like it! Check it out 👇
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#MiniatureMonday
Poor Richard in Rebus: selections from Poor Richard's Almanack // by Benjamin Franklin; introduction by J. Michael Lennon
Poor Richard in Rebus contains a series of visual riddles, where images are used in place of some parts of words. Rebuses have been around since the Middle Ages, where they were often associated with heraldic expressions.
Do the pictures above stump you? Don't worry, the back of the book contains an answer key to these riddles.
This miniature book is the perfect match for anyone who liked to watch the late 1980's game show Classic Concentration!
--Adair J
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Spirit 👻
you placed one foot in front of the other, slowly, taking deep breaths as cassian followed behind you. the floorboards creaked under his weight, and you jumped. your heart was racing, so fast you could barely feel individual beats anymore. your skin was clammy, a thin layer of cold sweat sticking under your clothes, and you felt as though you might as well crawl right out of your flesh at this point.
"I can feel her spirit, like she's gonna' come back and fuckin' eat me." cassian mumbled, darkness flooding in, and you scoffed, turning on your heel to stare at the vague blur of his figure in the dark.
"would you cut it, you're gonna freak me the fuck out." you reached out, poking roughly, and the warrior before you yelped as you stabbed at his ribs with your finger.
the weaver's cottage was dark and long since abandoned, and yet nobody had dared come in here, to trespass on this haunted land until now. you were searching for a little vase, and you had no idea how you were supposed to find it with only cracks of moonlight between boarded-up windows, and the red glow of cassian's siphons to guide you, but you had to.
something creaked, somewhere else in the house, and you paused, standing stock straight as cassian bumped into the back of you. "did you hear that?"
"who's trying to freak who out now, huh?" he mumbled, tickling a finger along your arm to mimic a spider, and you slapped at him. he was chuckling near your ear when another floorboard creaked, and he stopped abruptly. it was closer than the last. "okay, I heard that one."
something scuffled, a piece of furniture to your right creaked, and then something soft slid over your calf, and you screamed. untrained, unrestricted and utterly powerless, you screamed. cassian copied a moment later as something slipped across his cheek, and your hands shoved at his chest. "fucking run, cassian, move, g-"
an arm slipped around your waist, and you thrashed for all of a second in panic, before a deep chuckle rang in your ear, warm lips pressing to your cheek. the darkness cleared, and as swirling shadows shifted form around his body, the glow of blue met red and you softened in his hold.
"azriel! what the fuck are you playing at?" you pinched at his arm, his laughter only increasing as he dropped you, and you turned to swat at his chest. "you scared the life out of me! what the fuck?"
"oh, c'mon, baby. I couldn't resist. you and cassian have been freaking out about this haunted house for days, I had to come fuck with you a little bit."
you huffed, brushing yourself down as the beating of your heart finally calmed. "you're sleeping on the couch tonight."
"what if I told you that I found the vase?" he beamed, tipping your chin up with one finger and tossing the vase to cassian to catch, who was now rooting around in things on the table curiously. azriel leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips.
"alright, I suppose you could-" there was a creak from the livingroom, and you grinned. "you already got us, you can stop now."
azriel only stiffened. "that wasn't me."
the door slammed shut, a heavy set of footsteps upstairs, clear as day and distinct, and yet nothing else moved. the air itself seemed to still. the light outside faded as though the moon itself had fallen from the sky and every star had gone out. the light faded more and more from their siphons with every footstep that came down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. just on the other side of that door.
you could no longer see azriel in front of you, where his face has been bare inches from your own, it was so dark. you only knew he was still there because you were holding him.
warm breath puffed over your cheek.
"boo."
cassian screamed, azriel ducked and tugged you down to the ground with him, and someone else laughed. the darkness cleared a second later, light coming back in, and who else would be propping himself up on the kitchen table, howling with laughter so hard he had tears on his cheeks, other than;
"oh, for fucks sake, rhysand!"
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Get your spy game going with Encode!
Generate your unique cipher, write up a message, and pass it to your partner for some rapid codebreaking fun!
Originally designed for older kids who could use a little extra handwriting help, Encode was a hit with parents and teachers—who wanted to play with other grownups for a more competitive feel.
Whether you play to save the world together or to intercept enemy transmissions, puzzlers will love the high-stakes thrill of rapid decryption!
Add as a mini-game to your TTRPG campaigns, or play on its own. So many ways to play, but don't waste time. You've only got so long to save the world!
Message incoming at https://open-story-games.itch.io/encode
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"Ah. You've been reading a new book? But not one by Lady Deirdre Waggon, I'll wager."
"No, Because She Is Out Of Touch With Modern Thought. I Laugh With Scorn."
"Yes, I imagine you would do," said Moist thoughtfully. "And I expect Miss Dearheart gave you said book?"
"Yes. It Is Entitled Why Men Get Under Your Feet, By Releventia Flout," said Gladys earnestly.
And we start out with the best of intentions, thought Moist, find 'em out, dig 'em up, make 'em free. But we don't know what we're doing, or what we're doing it to.
"Gladys, the thing about books...well, the thing...I mean just because it's written down, you don't have to...that is to say, it doesn't mean it's...what I'm getting at is that every book is--"
He stopped. They believed in words. Words give them life. I can't tell her that we just throw them around like jugglers, we change their meaning to suit ourselves--
He patted Gladys on the shoulder. "Well, read them all and make up your own mind, eh?"
Terry Pratchett, Making Money
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