A few days ago, I had a conversation about what I said when asked where I was from. This morning, I came across this rather spiffing talk by Chetan Bhatt about not being defined by the answer to the same question. As this was clearly a message from the Dark Lord Cthulhu himself, I had to share.
No doubt you are familiar with Mr Abbott’s Flatland or the various explanations based upon it. Or perhaps a computer-generated visualisation of an X-dimensional entity encountering an (X+1)-dimensional object.
I, however, discovered a manner of actually experiencing higher dimensions.
Unfortunately, something in humans constrains them to only three dimensions so, during each experiment, I lost perception of one or more normal to our senses. And so, venturing too far, I became displaced, my latitude becoming your time.
I intend next to walk to the cradle of civilisation in hope of leaving a warning to all mankind.
Dr. Brad Duzal Heal
White supremacy is a crap thing to want. For the obvious reason; and for it not actually being an uplifting goal anyway. …
This short film made me think of both the Strugatsky Brothers’ Roadside Picnic and Campbell’s Music of the Spheres. But also raised a deeper dread: one of being doubly insignificant.
An interesting talk, both from the hard science perspective and the softer one of difference being illusion.
Whoever perceived a need for an algorithm that adds dogs to a situation was clearly not seeing straight though.
Had an interesting offline debate about adding weapons and armour to Cthulhu Dark. So, continuing my intermittent thoughts and hacks of the system, I thought I’d share a little in case it proved helpful for explaining to players used to equipment bonuses why there aren’t any. …
Two of the stripped-down aspects of Graham Walmsley’s Cthulhu Dark are having a very limited skill system and not having an experience system. Which makes great sense in a system designed to be bleak enough that there’s a risk of several characters dying or suffering extreme mental collapse in a session. However, a few of Lovecraft’s protagonists made it into more than one story, so I’ve been mulling on ways to tweak without losing the simplicity; after all, what’s more representative of cosmic dread than learning from your horrific ordeal and it still not making a difference …?
One criticism levelled at Lovecraft is that his characters don’t represent the gamut of the human condition. However, the prevalence of educated Caucasian male protagonists might actually be a partial virtue.
One of the key threads of the game Cthulhu Dark by Graham Walmsley is having protagonists who are at the bottom of the ladder when it comes to power: children, beggars, working-class women, and so forth. Walmsley – a most YogSothothic name – states that this is a deliberate counter to Lovecraft’s ‘interchangeable middle-class men’ (Cthulhu Dark Zero, p. 21). And a tendency toward low-power characters does make an interesting change from the mighty heroes of some games.
However, the Mythos is a universe of cosmic dread: a world where the threat comes not from evil races opposing humanity, but from entities and laws of reality that annihilate humans without noticing. Consider the lot of the poor and the disadvantaged: powerful corporations and governments reduce your dreams to naught, not because they hate you but because you happen to be caught up in some massive scheme that they’re undertaking and you have no way to make them take notice of you. But consider the lot of the rich and the politically advantaged: either you control those entities or have the wealth and power to cushion you against the negative impacts of their schemes. Which of those sounds more like they live in a world of cosmic dread?
Clearly, the minorities, the huddled masses, those working two jobs just to keep up on interest on the loan they took out to afford life-saving medicine for their family, the farmers who discover a poison slipping into their fields that disappears when labs try to pin it down. So, what horror is there in them discovering there are massive forces in the universe that destroy not out of malice but out of indifference, and cannot be stopped.
But, the powerful: what horror for them to discover that all the wealth and significance they cling to with every moment is as nothing before a universe that – if it even notices they exist – cannot distinguish them from the most destitute and shunned of humans. The more powerful the person, the greater the dread of a uncaring universe.
Of course, having the President of the Untied States, the Brightest of the Illuminati, the Father of the Rothschilds, as the protagonist of a Mythos tale risks escalation: a story not about the bleakness, but the missiles and machinations; a tale of Godjira rather than Cthulhu. But the educated, Caucasian male forms a solid compromise: possessed of all the signifiers of privilege in Western society, yet not so powerful that the personal struggle is lost beneath the weight of nations.
Lovecraft’s portrayal of characters, both educated Caucasian men and otherwise, does tend to the stereotypical; however, in choosing the “normal” over the diverse for his protagonists, he might have made a better choice than he is credited with.
On Saturday, I played another rather excellent session of 7th Seas LARP. During the course of that, my character ended up in an interesting conversation with a priest over whether miracles were inexplicable and obvious events, or tiny changes deliberately hidden behind rationale explanation to not compromise our free will. The priest remained adamant that they were son et lumière, glorious in their imperviousness to logic, and things moved on.
However, this morning, I went to look up something in my dictionary of quotations and it opened on this quote:
I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.
– Khaled Hosseini
Which made me wonder: is the miracle in neither the obvious defiance of natural law nor the hidden influence that we can interpret either way, but in the moment when we are living rather than waiting.
Or perhaps I’ve read too much Colin Wilson.
With the United Kingdom adopting a cabin-baggage device ban similar to that of the United States of America, discussion of the arbitrary (and purposeless) nature of the ban has increased. However, what if there is a purpose; not in what is banned, but in what is not. …