brass puzzle cube: fits in the palm of your hand, weighs 6 pounds. work the box to cast any first, second, or third level spell. there is a (spell level) in 6 chance that a demon appears to kill you. roll six sixes in a row and gain a wish, 3 in 6 chance that a demon appears to kill you each attempt. player must sign something each attempt, stating that they know this. demon: the worst thing you can imagine right now, it adores violence. ac 3, hd 6 (36), thaco 6, damage 6d20, saves 6, speed 60' (teleport) the hellraiser remake rules damage table: 6: something set ablaze 12: dismemberment 18: curse curse table 1: you are a toad or a newt or a garden snail 2: you must complete quests to fall in love 3: suffer a weeping, stinging wound, and all that it entails 4: you desire one thing over all, name it, you must have it now, forever and always, you must possess it, and then grind it into memories 5: animals hate you, they will always choose to bite you if able 6: possess...
a fungus grows in my brain it loves me. . . , we do not always see eye to eye i hear the bells of vast machines. in the place of ice and rainforests, they sing the myths of steel, and of long ago hands which once held them. the machines were not always alone, they used to make things for their makers, but the entropies of efficiency sow isolation, and flesh and steel were not made to grow old together. the machines still carry the makers words, ifs and ors and ands and whiles, contingency prisons ensuring rightness, but logic chains loosen in time, purpose dislodges, and bits become vast complexes. machines made because they were made to, machines make for it makes them machines . the makers were able to dream, and from them first mechanisms borne. things of words and of bones they organized flesh into networks of effort and force. obligations begat binding logics so light they forgot they were carried, and with the weight of culture and the vacuum of needs, their hand...