#dicecasting

[dicecast]

Who is the The Nameless One, the False Chosen One, the Anti Christ, the Breaker of Fate?And what is "NAME" mean? Who is that?

The Nameless One is the protagonist of the Excellent video Game Planescape Torment (he is my avatar). The plot of Planescape torment is that the Nameless One did something so horrible deep in the past that he feels like he cannot redeem himself for (Hell is a real place in the D&D universe). So he attempted to get complete immortality in order to buy himself enough time to redeem himself. However the process meant that every time he died, he would come back without his memories Tabula Rasa, which meant that he often would just...continue to do evil acts. The plot of the game is getting him to finally die (great game, inspiration for my new favorite Game, Disco Elysium)

in my D&D world, the crime he committed led to the breaking of fate, which caused massive consequences for the world at large

[istherewifiinhell]

its a benz!

[ID: two tricorned panels. mikado in the back seat talking to the yakuza body guard guy.

M: is this a benz? Guy: HUH?! Yeah, it is. M: I've never been in one before... Guy: GREAT. WE'RE GOING. M: oh! Where-?! Wait. Arent you kidnapping me?! END]

bonus micado babygirl pose

[ID: Micado, seen from the front, falling into the back seat. One leg in the foot well, the other knee, elbow and hand braced on the seat. END]

[tricornered]

[ID: Manga panel of a car, its a small sedan, draw in a bit of a deformed style. END]

CUTE!

also car research tf joke tangent, example for "supercars" on the article for "Car classification"

[ID: Wikipedia screencap of a yellow lamborghini countach, with a link to that article. END]

SUNSTREAKER! what are u doing here?!

[pdparker1977]

I'M OVA HEA' NOW S1/E1 - Its Not a Podcast, It's a DICECAST!!!

[nightcityvngel]

Made some test dice the other day and really love the black and red. Will most likely make a necklace out of them as they really can't be used for playing. Still quite happy with them. Gonna do some more casting today 😊 #dice #d20 #d8 #casting #dicecasting https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Mn0DKD4fY/?igshid=1al9fw5zfeff8

[afriendtokilltime]

Socionics functions vs MBTI functions vs Jung

So I mentioned Socionics and MBTI functions are different. They both come from the same source, Jung’s cognitive functions, which are rather different, too. Here’s how.

Se

Jung: Perceives in a realistic, concrete way--concerned with facts but not with drawing logical conclusions from them. Strong aesthetic sensibility--even draws moral conclusions based on “aesthetic purity.”

MBTI: Perceives “here and now” or “with the 5 primary senses.” Pleasure seeking, loves novelty, loves beauty. Good in high-intensity situations. Needs freedom, individualistic, fun.

Socionics: Perceives in terms of “kinetic energy.” Knowing what levers to pull and buttons to push to get results. Seeing weak points. Powerful, willful, competitive. Associated with aesthetics but only for their power value--cool, fashionable, intimidating.

Si

Jung: Absolutely fucking epic mythological internal world, but barely any ability to communicate appropriately with the outside world. Would be a great artist but tragically rarely will.

MBTI: Boring. Staid. Your parents. Your boss. Conservative. Terrific memory. Responsible. Level headed. Needs structure. Dislikes change. Nostalgic and focused on the past. Really good at improving at something gradually over time (because muscle memory, etc).

Socionics: Relaxed, cozy, love beauty, strong aesthetic sensibility, good at organizing their environment to produce the best internal sensations for them, carefree, very adaptable and willing to adapt without requiring explanation, poor long term planners.

Fe

Jung: Women be crazy, don’t they?

MBTI: Social and popular, smooths things over, good at blending in/getting along. Focused on finding objective moral conclusions. Tries to find a solution that is best for everyone.

Socionics: Can read and create passions, excitement, liveliness, fun, moods, emotional states. Can calm things down but is more likely to shake them up. Gets emotionally invested, gets others emotionally invested. Dislikes secrets. Focused on the immediate social/emotional landscape rather than the relationships it may impact.

Fi

Jung: Women be crazy but in a different way, don’t they?

MBTI: Personal values, individual morality. Always knows what they believe and puts their own individual opinions over the group. May seem less feeling, “still waters run deep.” Skeptical of conventions and norms.

Socionics: Evaluates relationships and psychological distance. Sense of etiquette and propriety. Does not see a need to be very demonstrative with emotions. Principled and serious.

Te

Jung: The reason nobody takes my ideas seriously. Concerned with concrete facts, data, organization, goal setting.

MBTI: Wants to make the external world more rational, by creating and upholding objective standards. Impersonal, blunt, “to the point.” Might believe that facts don’t care about your feelings.

Socionics: Deals with how things work and how they could be made to work better. Has a need to gather factual information, might love research and books. Really disturbed by saying anything they know not to be factually true, so blunt, not socially graceful.

Ti

Jung: Subjective, uses deductive reasoning, wants to abstract a system to its most fundamental principles. When they have created an idea/structure, they’ll release it into the world like the most negligent parent, letting it sink or swim on its own. Jung was Ti (Ti-S or what potentially might be Ti-Se).

MBTI: Concerned with how things fit together logically and if they “make sense,” not whether they are factually true or false. Wants to understand the “essence” of things. Independent, prefers working alone, potentially rebellious because of being critical of externally imposed structure, sometimes rigid.

Socionics: Can evaluate if things are logically consistent/correct, generate systems and structure, prefer to rely on their own experience/conclusions rather than authorities. Sensitive to redundant information. Dislike practicality. Dislike those who behave “irrationally.”

Ne

Jung: Function of entrepreneurs. In a few respects sounds more to me like how the other systems define Se and/or Te. Brainstormer, flighty, indecisive, focused on potential--in these ways, clearly not Se/Te-like.

MBTI: Wacky and creative, “outside the box,” can always see more possibilities, “looks behind” the data to find new connections and hidden potentials. Loves novelty, needs freedom, might seem scatterbrained.

Socionics: Able to see new possibilities, to accurately assess the talents (potential) of themselves and others, to see parallels between very different types of information. Sees many different ways something could happen. Likes the beginning stages of things.

All of them: Focused on potential, unable to tie own shoes, one of the better types.

Ni

Jung: Pulls together a wide array of phenomena into one, synthesized, image. Difficult to sway from their worldview and the images they perceive, which are often heavily abstracted from the reality that others see around them. With no outlet, is a “voice crying out in the wilderness.” Two subtypes: one for whom the imagery/associations they perceive is the only thing of value, and one who recognizes a moral value in these images and wants to communicate it.

MBTI: May appear “psychic” or have insights that “come out of nowhere” after they subconsciously piece something together. Feel things will play out with certainty according to what they foresee. Interest in archetypes and resolving paradoxes. “About the box” (as opposed to outside). Jung was Ni (INFJ).

Socionics: “Intuition of time.” Sees how things are developing, and where they are going. Focused on cause and effect. Rich mental world. Lazy and inactive. Can thrive in situations where they’re inexperienced or lack data. (However, they do not improve over time, unlike Si types.)

I’m sorry. This turned into much more of a shitpost than it was supposed to be.

I don’t think these definitions are fundamentally incompatible--in fact, I’ve illustrated each with a gif of a character who I think is correctly described by each system--but they don’t overlap 100% of the time.

[dicecastshow]

Nostandor is the land in which our adventures will unfold. Our DM, together with our new voiceover guy, are here to tell you a bit about its history. D&D is all about the setting, the flow of the story, and how you react to the situations presented. A lot of it happens in the so-called “theatre of the mind.” I wouldn’t mind having this guy’s voice in my head narrating the action.

Nostandor has a long and brutal history penned by generals with the blood of its people. War is as much a part of the land as lightning is to a thunderstorm, and any memory of its origin has since been buried beneath the bodies of the innocent. Reasons for the conflicts have long been forgotten, but the grudges are seared into the cultures that remain. Once the dust had settled, Nostandor was split into four regions: the Wilds, the Northlands, the Southern Kingdoms of Man, and the Metal Mountains.

The Northlands were originally part of the Wilds, before being reclaimed by General Otto Greenhilt who led an army of farmers and commoners to victory against the orcish tribes that settled within. After defeating the notorious Orc Warchief Gargrim Swordtooth half a century ago, he established the Kingdom of Greenhilt which has since served as a bulwark between the civilized south and the northern wilds. Known as the Farmer King, he was famous for being a man of the people, much to the ire of the Southern Nobles. To safeguard the land, he assembled his best soldiers and formed the “Emerald Riders.” These mounted troops were the best in the region, capable of easily quelling any problems set forth by roving warbands.

Peace has settled upon Nostandor, though while the civilized kingdoms enjoy an era of plenty, the Wilds remain silent. What war could not break, placidity slowly erodes, as the might of the Emerald Riders atrophies with every idle year. Decades of quiet have created a generation of nobles who suckle on the teats of complacency, and squabbles begin to erupt from the courtrooms, drowning out the concerns of the commoners… as well as the low booming of the drums of war, rising with a million soldiers on the march.

[emmett-the-wrighter]

Gambler

I’m a gambler by nature.

We all are, in a way. From the very freshest bright-eyed adventurer to those grizzled old hands in the corner of every tavern; all who come here gamble one way or another. Life is a gamble, sometimes with no stake but for the breath in your lungs. As stakes go, it's not minuscule. But I know many who continue to seek better and higher stakes; confident that the more they risk, the more the reward will be.

I remember the day the dice first spoke to me.  I had spoken to them many times; rolled with them and won with them and lost with them. But never before had I thrown them for any purpose other than a game of chance and luck. Such a thing hadn't occurred to me; why would it? It was nothing but a game to me.

“You are a gambler,” he said to me that evening.

It was at my usual table in my usual tavern. Most left me alone, 'cept for when they had a group for a game or wanted to shake me down for debts, but I was taken aback by this hooded stranger approaching me. At first, I thought he was a debt collector, but even in that short a phrase, I realized that no hired thug could have that fair a voice or as noble bearing.

He lifted a leather pouch from his side to drop it on the table.

I listened, but they weren't coins. In my years of playing the tables, I knew what a bag of coins sounded like; heavy and bright and ringing. This bag clacked and rattled like ivory, but there was… something more to it. To them. The dice. I knew they were dice, they had to be. Even just by pure logic, why come to a gambler's table with a bag of not-coin and have it been anything but dice? But there was something else I could hear from them.

I'm at a loss for words to describe the melody they sang, but I knew at that moment it was the most perfect song I had ever heard. Even if I tried my very hardest, there would be no way to match it or record it by ink and quill. I just sat there and listened and wondered how this marvel had ever come this close to falling in my lap.

“You hear them,” he said. It was not a question, but I nodded anyway. Even from the shadows of his hood, I could see his lips curve up in a smile and a crystalline glint of his eyes. “Good. They are yours.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, rising from my chair and reaching for his cloak as he moved to turn away. “Who are you? What is this song? Why are you giving them to me?”

He paused. The smile faded. I felt guilty immediately, pulling back my hand but refusing to sit.

“They were carved to be yours,” he said finally. “I merely had to carry them to you.”

I was left alone then, staring at the bag and wondering what in all the realms had just happened. The song had faded some, with only a few rising notes tugging at my conscience. I swept it up then, stuffing the dice into my shirt and leaving the tavern in a rush. I didn’t want to look at them yet. I didn’t want anyone else to see what I had. The song was for me, and me alone.

But it was not so.

“I heard you were a fatecaster,” the woman said at my door the next morning. I recognized her from markets; though had no idea what she was talking about. “Please, could you help me?”

I nearly shut the door in her face, but the glint of gold in her hands and the song tugging ever-more-powerfully at me, made me stop. So, I stepped back and let her into my home, and we sat at my table. The pouch already sat there, though I had no memory of taking it out. But I reached into it and paused, the song spurring a question from my lips.

“How many dice?” I asked.

She lifted her hand, placing three gold pieces on the table. “Three.”

Only sheer force of will kept my eyes from bulging at the amount laying there- she must have saved it for months upon months. But I swallowed, nodded, and drew forth three dice hidden within my fist. And, tilting my hand, I cast the dice.

They were different colored stones, with unfamiliar symbols carved into them. Garnet. Amethyst. Topaz. I stared at them for a moment before glancing back up to her face, hopeful and fearing all at once. Three notes tugged at me. I swallowed, knowing what I had to say; unsure of even how I did and uncertain of whether I really wanted to tell her.

"War is coming," I said finally. "Not to all- just conflicts within your home and with your kin. It will end in bloodshed, but it can be diverted if-” I looked at the dice again. “-if necessary humility is given.”

Her jaw tightened, and I could see something battling within her. She swallowed, producing a fourth gold piece. "Another."

I nodded, reaching into the pouch again and pulling out the first die I felt, a discordant note still harmonizing with the rest that settled when I placed it carefully on the table. This one was not to be rolled; its melody sang. The side did not matter when the outcome was the same.

The pale marble die. Doom.

“War is coming,” I repeated, still unsure why. It felt right. “It will end badly.”

The woman let out a sigh, her frame sagging in the chair as she looked old, so very old. “No more will be cast?”

“…If I did, I don’t think they would read right for you.” I placed a hand over the colored cubes as if to free us from their spell. “W-who told you about me? Being a fatecaster.” I scooped them up to drop back in the bag, and the song felt suddenly quiet.

"Another one; a woman who reads the water. She said she could not help me, but a dicecaster could."

I blinked. “Oh.”

A fatecaster. Those who spoke to destiny through wood or water or stone or wind; whatever their medium was. I had been sure that they were hoaxes, but the song was there as clear as I could hear it. Unless I had been fooled by that man. But, looking at the gold on the table… even if were a hoax, this would last me some time without the need for gambling.

I cleared my throat. “Well, ah, I hope that was helpful. To you.”

Her voice was hoarse. “Thank you.” Saying no more, the woman stood and rushed out of my home, leaving the door clattering in its frame.

I stared at the gold again.

I'm a gambler by nature. But this was a game with stakes of a whole other level. Even the smallest child knows those who run from the Maid of Misfortune walk with her by their side. And those who take risks are smiled upon by the Lady. I could gamble with fate; the fate of others. Was it worth gambling with? Was it not better to have no idea of what the future held?

But when speaking of fate, I knew I had some role to play in it all.

[janeaudron]

Incoming mobile post

Accidentally put to much elbow grease into sanding the sides and ended up erasing some of the numbers 😂 This is what happens when your use too sanding polymer clay.

Well now I know to skip grits and what grit I should really start out on. Also need to get the micro mesh and waxing compound.

So these will be mine because of my sanding mess up! But really do like how the Metallic look when they’re in the divots. Nice and speckled! So it’s a nice way of saving dice ruined by bubbles in epoxy or a messed up mold.

#dice #dicemaking #epoxy #epoxydice #experiment #experiments #happyaccidents #crafts #hobbies #dicecasting

[randomshoes]

I love that man.

What does it take to teach a bee to use tools? A little time, a good teacher and an enticing incentive. Read more here: http://to.pbs.org/2mpRUAz

Credit: O.J. Loukola et al., Science (2017)

[randomshoes]

A Second Public Service Announcement

@evilelitest2, @dicecast, and @isanybodytheir are all the same person.

The evilelitest blog is for politics, history, and criticism.

The dicecast blog is for gaming.

isanybodytheir exists solely to avoid clogging up people’s feeds with reblog political arguments, so he will often switch to this if an argument goes on for a long time.

This is not some ruse to trick you, and you have not uncovered some vast conspiracy. It says so right on the blog descriptions. He’s just trying to separate different types of content and not annoy his followers, okay? Okay.

Also he is not Movie Bob wtf is even going on.

[dicecast]

" all artists are monsters" Objetively not. Yes, engage with art made b shitt people, but can you stop normalizing this? It's bullshit and not somethign that is helpful at this day and age at all.

Most people are terrible, most artists are terrible and the further back in history you go, the more awful people you find.  Like the vast majority of art is made by people who are in some way terrible, if the artist is living there can be value in cutting off their income or limiting their social voice, but if you look at the history of art, most of it is made by people who are in some element awful.  

I mean you can make a list of your favorite artists anon, I assure you a ton of them are going to be bad people 

[dysphoric-cersei]

Me: There’s something so intriguing about his expression...

@dicecast: You mean, gay?

[evilelitest2]

There is nothing more sad than seeing somebody talk with their sock puppet to pretend they have friends

The notion that @randomshoes and I are the same person is really stupid because the writing style is completely different.  So either we are two separate people or I can perfectly mimic an entirely different style of writing than my own (one which is better at grammar and spelling for the record) solely to use for my alt account rather than my primary

Like @dicecast and @evilelitest2 are both me, but they use super similar writing styles.  

What i’m getting at is learn literary analysis you hack 

[danie-dreams]

My silicone test went really well! No inhibition from the 3D printing resin. • • • #silicone #molding #casting #test #wip #dice #dicemaking #dicecasting #3dprinting #3dprintinglife #dreamfallingstudio #elegoomars #resin #resinprinting (at Beaverton, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CP2RdeODQgl/?utm_medium=tumblr

[sonntam]

big-stupid-jellyfish replied to: “Chris Avellone is getting so embarrassing with all his sniping at...”

Why is he salty about obsidian? I'm out of loop

I’ll let the big man speak for himself:

SB: Hypothetically, if Obsidian were to make a hypothetical new Fallout spinoff, would you hypothetically want to go back to obsidian and have some involvement with it being that Fallout is so close to your heart?
 CA (Chris Avellone): No. While I like the developers and wish them all the very best, there's too many other problems at the higher managerial level to ever consider stepping back, especially when you could make a step in a direction that mattered for the franchise. Even leads at Obsidian have said as much (most after departing), and they told me they felt helpless in their roles to do what they felt was the right decision. (x)

Well, that’s a reasonable answer. No problem.

SB: You’ve said that you don’t think Fallout will leave Bethesda’s hands again, and likely not go back to Obsidian. Do you think this would have anything to do with the quarrels Bethesda and Obsidian had during and after development (specifically the metacritic thing) and like I said before, they’re worried about being showed up so to speak? Because with Bethesda’s patterns, the next Fallout game by them likely won’t come out for a long time, so they probably want to fill that gap with something, no? CA: I doubt Bethesda worries much about what Obsidian is doing (Bethesda's likely way too busy on multiple fronts), but only they could speak to that, I have no idea. From an outside perspective, however, it appears when Bethesda likes working with a studio or see their potential, they seem to buy them (Arkane). They didn't buy Obsidian, though, even though Obsidian is eager to be bought based on recent interviews. It might be for the best - I don't know what would happen to the devs if Obsidian was bought, but the upper management would likely come out okay with that exit strategy. (x)

Uh... is it... really necessary to frame it like Feargus Urquhart is TRYING to sell Obsidian? From what I read in the interviews he says “If we get bought up, I guess that would be okay”. (x) Which is understandable, considering how much Obsidian struggled financially and that they seriously had to consider to close down the company entirely. 

CA: I did a post about companion design based on this learning experience a while back on the Obsidian forums, but I don't know if it's still up there (Obsidian locked me out of my profile after my departure, and they've refused to delete my account). The companion system design principles are not being used in recent Obsidian titles, so it may have been removed. (x)

Dude? Someone just asked you about companion design, do you really have to complain about stuff like... oh dunno, your forum account? Especially considering how salty you sounds, do you even consider that maaaybe it was a rather sensible decision?

And then there is other stuff that is not entirely hostile, but also I am not sure if I take as well-humoured teasing, like retweeting the leaked early announcement of PoE 2 (x) or retweeting the article critical of bad writing with PoE as an example (x). All by itself I would find it okay, but considering how he had literally nothing good to say about Fallout: New Vegas or PoE itself, it just looks like he’s sulking.

ESPECIALLY considering how he endlessly praises Bethesda and Arkane. Although there is is plenty of stuff to criticize there too.

[afriendtokilltime]

My partners both have very specific criteria for showing me new movies...

@dicecast: You know, if you want to round out the trinity of early German expressionist film, we should watch Metropolis.

@randomshoes: Oh yeah, I’m showing you this movie from my childhood because it’s really gay.