Pepty Pinking's New Anti-Goblin Bard Song, +1 Morale Bonus to Attack, Damage, Saving Throws

Pepty (aka Pet) on vocals, Maurice (aka Dick) on keys. Note shout-outs to individual party-members, of their various classes and races (e.g. Tu-me the dwarven cleric, etc.) per verse. The morale bonuses nevertheless apply to every player-character whether verse-appropriate or not. (Pepty couldn't squeeze a whole verse, not to mention the whole song, into one 6 F.R. second battle round. But Pepty just goes on singing, and everyone gets real inspired.) Such is the cohesion and empathy and commitment to mutual aid of our band of adventurers!!!!!!

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The morale bonus may not actually show in the faces of character-players assembled around the battle-grid. For more background information, also kindly reference this entry

Bellingham Election Night Bacchanal

I know this was happening everywhere (or at least in every town in America with a population greater than 50,000), but the moment the Obama win was announced we could here a great uproar from all over town, fireworks, horn-blasts, shouting in the street. Just then somebody (Mike K.) showed up here and led a train outside banging pots and pans. (Rachel was pretty embarrassed, but I think I was caught up in the mood myself; I'm not going to say whether she shed a tear during the victory speech . . . . my peripheral vision's always fuzzy anyway, not with tears.) When we got downtown, there was a spontaneous reprise of the thriller-dance going on in the same intersection, minus the drag. Lija and Richard's old boss thought they were doing the electric slide (which incidentally Tavis Smiley on NBC had just been telling T. Brokaw he wanted to do just right then, leading the old white guys through the studio and out on to the street), but us dead-beats knew better. I thought I was filming it, but must have been a bit too excited to press record. Instead I got this spontaneous march down Magnolia, with a somewhat resigned police escort:

I also tore my glasses from my face and declared to the other sinners: I can see, at last, at last, I can see.

Bellingham Halloween Bacchanal

SNAC crew and friends had big plans for their apocalyptic dance team, but hey some of us don't know our Revelations, others can't get the steps (me, Pet). Then there was the fact that there were going to be like a thousand zombies already at the intersection of Railroad and Holly, and I knew I'd need to be raptured to get out of it . . . .

So this was the scene when we got down to Railroad and Holly with our party wagon:

Then about an hour later, the street party, as in--the middle of the street (Holly). Some familiar faces here from around the SNAC Lodge, and lots of people we didn't know, snaking around in a massive conga line:

Then the witching hour, choreographed college students in death-drag, etc:

Ashford and Simpson

My ascension into classic adult contemporary has been pleasant. I've seen it coming for months. The connections between this genre and smooth disco haven't exactly been clear up until recently, but I can now see that it is my destiny. Urbane sophistication, here I come...