I know (since I asked previously ) that a songe requires both music and lyrics to trigger Doug's Metagift, but I just thought of a corollary question: does Doug have to understand the language the song is sung in, and by extension the word of the lyrics, or will his Metagift trigger even if Doug has no clue what the song is saying?
I ask because if he doesn't have to understand the language it opens up a whole can of worms for me (Hebrew ), and if it does matter then we need a list of what languages Doug understands to properly play this game...
Offsides
Drunkard's Walk Forum Moderator and Prereader At Large

The Shapeshifters files went up for playtest this afternoon, and already sjgames.playtest.gurps.shapeshifters has 68 messages.
I've read ten of them.
And already what was left of my self-esteem is in tatters.
God, I hate this project.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I know this is a little bit lame, of course. But I just can't come up with anything better. I'm just too [expletive] unimaginative ...
I'm not a prereader, either. And kinda new to fanfic. So far I have only found the time to catch up with DW2. However -- since prereaders get to read the next chapter(s) erlier, *pre-*, so to speek -- what do I have to do to become one?
Greets,
Cal

A forum for discussion of tunes that can ONLY make the situation worse...
Such as:
Dead Milkmen, "Someone has Angered the Volcano God"
(Gods AND volcanoes. Two strikes.)
Oingo Boingo, "Dead Man's Party"
"No Spill Blood"
INXS, "Devil Inside" (Akira Fudo, anyone?)
???, Animated Tick Theme, aka "Dup Dwee Dup Dup Dup Dwee Dow" (it'd
probably lower Doug's IQ to the point where you'd need special tools to
measure it)
Blue Oyster Cult, "A Veteran of the Psychic Wars" (Any possible powers are
not worth the crippling depression. And he'd probably lose his chaos
field and any protective clothing he had on too.)
Rolling Stones, "Paint it Black" (See above, minus the armor--and anyone he
cared for would be in *serious* trouble.)
Modern English, "I'll Stop the World and Melt with You" (Doesn't sound too
good any way you slice that...)
The Cocteau Twins, anything they ever did--Liz Frasier is less comprehensible
than Bob Dylan at his worst, so who *knows* what might happen? (Did she
just sing "sitting in a Beavis tree?" I swear, those songs are the aural
equivalent of a Rorschach test...)

(with a tip o' the hat to Gryphon at EPU. )
I Can See For Miles
(Written by Pete Townshend, 1967)
Recorded by The Who
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you've played
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way
Well, here's a poke at you
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna lose that smile
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
You took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away
I saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say
That you still want me
Well, that's as may be
But you gotta stand trial
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
The Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal are mine to see on clear days
You thought that I would need a crystal ball to see right through the haze
Well, here's a poke at you
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna lose that smile
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
and miles and miles and miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Could it happen that Doug just walks over
some fair or through a shopping mall or similar
and the music pouring from the stalls triggers
his magical talent? Unwanted, I mean.
This would make for some interesting side effects
since music is played almost everywhere public
nowadays ...
Cal

Whenever possible, I like to bury a joke or two in my books. Sometimes they get caught by the editorial staff and removed -- like the deleted entry in Camelot for "Sir Brusewain/Brusewayne/Brucewaine, the Dark Knight of Gotham in Nottinghamshire" -- but most of the rest made it through.
So... has anyone reading this ever found one or more of them? Or should I drop some hints?

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Well, I'll be the first to admit it. I play Werewolf (like my sig block gives away. In fact I'm a registered Player in Camarilla-UK, the White Wolf sanctioned LARP games."I pick you up by the throat.""I'm twice your height right now, you can't reach... Damn, you did!"- Excerpt from a Werewolf LARP
D for Drakensis

You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.

Since we're introducing ourselves, I am the somewhat mysterious Mr. Fnord, a regular on the EPU boards and gadfly for Nathan's pet project. No one has seen my true face and lived -- except Bob DeJesus, and that's only because I paid for the sketch.
I rule the wastelands between the East and West Coasts from deep within the Fortress of Arrogance, located in the heart of the Rocky Mountains. None dare venture closer than Chicago without asking my leave, and those who trespass suffer a fate that is both terrible and humiliating.
Obligitory Self-Promotional Link: www.jihad.net/ is my own pet project, not affiliated with Osama bin Laden. (Not anymore, at least.)
I think that's about all you're cleared for at the moment, so this transmission will end in 35 seconds...
--
Mr. Fnord, ruling the world since 1990.
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery

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"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"

..well, okay, sort of. I remember the cartoon but I don't remember the name of it, curse my quirky memory.
Anyway...
The 'toon in question had Bugs wind up in Paris (via getting packed into a shipment of carrots from the States) and becoming the target of two rival French chefs. The usual antics enuse of course, until Bugs persuades Chef A (no, I don't remember the names) to let him demonstrate a secret bayou recipe for roast rabbit - using the chef as the rabbit.
Near the end of the sequence Chef B rushes in, mistakes Bugs for Chef A and tries to make off with the covered roastpan with the chef in it. Chef B lifts the lid, and we get our line:
Chef B: !
Chef A: You were expecting maybe Humphrey Bogart?
Explanations, demands and a pretty funny ending follow. I'm *pretty* sure this is a McKimson cartoon, maybe mid-50s, but don't quote me on that.
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Mr. Fnord, making things more opaque since 1990
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery

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"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"