There comes a time in every grognard-in-training’s life when they must start a blog. Look, I didn’t make the rules. But here’s the thing: you can’t subscribe to my painstakingly curated website, but you can subscribe to this, the unprompted and indecipherable wailings of a fatally wounded moose. I’d say it’s your lucky day, but that’s not one of the days in this world.
I might as well tell you what you can find on this blog. It’s going to be a frenetic and intractable collection of fantasy writing, TTRPG theory, GM resources, game reviews, social commentary, art stolen from my friends, a stressful amount of Gnomestones lore, and vertigo-inducing anti-jokes. Apparently that’s my truth. Disgusting.
The rest of this post will consist solely of a collection of improvisational intro one-liners.
Welcome to a giant blanket fort made of damp burlap and fishskin, welcome to Gnomestones.
Welcome to the wrong end of the rainbow, welcome to Gnomestones.
Welcome to the premium snack aisle. Twice the price, and all we did was reopen our factory from 1994. Welcome to Gnomestones.
Welcome to an illliterate viking’s incomprehensible runic etchings on the underside a medium-sized stone of no apparent value. Welcome to Blogstones.
Welcome to the Great Specific Garbage Thatch. Welcome to Gnomestones.
Welcome to approximation of parchment. Welcome to Blogstones.
Welcome to the filled-in rabbit hole. Welcome to Blogstones.
-Fin
Welcome to the Cardinal directions. I hope you speak bird. Cheep cheep bir chuuur cheep. (Welcome to Gnomestones.)