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hillbillyoracle · 5 months
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A great little overview of my game Over the Mountain! Check it out!
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mustainesgrrl · 8 months
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“Getting ready for the lift. Famous shot of Ozzy Lifting up Randy Rhoads. Ozzy was just lost when Randy was killed, they were so close.
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dodinaslesavage · 7 months
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Dokken - Over The Mountain (2023)
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monsta-x-news · 1 year
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Over the Mountain featuring Jooheon has been released.
Listen to it on Spotify here
The album art is by Minhyuk!
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rollforfelicity · 1 year
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I can't wait for you all to see the games I'm playing this month on Incredibly Indie! First, this Saturday (April 8th) I'm playing Action 12 Cinema by Michael K. Ross (aka The RPG Academy). We had our Session 0 last night, and this game is going to be an EXCEEDINGLY silly, enormously cheesy take on the B-tier action movie genre. This GMless game is designed for one-shots, and uses only the BEST dice, a d12 (get in the comments if you wanna argue about dice).
On Wednesday, April 12th, I'll be playing Over The Mountain, a solo rural fantasy game by Marz Corbeau (aka Marchcrow). Modern rural fantasy is such an underrated genre, and this two-page game feels true to rural life. The game has mechanics for making friends (who may eventually become roommates), clearing out dungeons, helping out your neighbors, and collecting trinkets you can show off to your friends. I can't wait to see what I discover and achieve as I play!
If you're an indie TTRPG designer with a game that you'd love to see a one-shot of, especially if you've never had a video playthrough of your game that you didn't organize, you should apply to have me stream a one-shot of your game!
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rastronomicals · 1 year
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3:55 AM EST March 3, 2023:
Ozzy Osbourne - "Over The Mountain" From the album Diary of a Madman (November 7, 1981)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
Jet vinyl rip
File under: Albums Named After Guy de Maupassant Stories
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2lovepoetry · 1 year
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denistricardo · 2 years
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Over the Mountain, a journaling RPG
The following is an entry from a journaling RPG called Over the Mountain. This is part of a larger experiment of mine to attempt to write fiction. These will be noted in the "fiction writing" tag on my blog, and the different stories will be labeled with tags to identify them.
This story stars a man in his thirties named Raul Valdez. He’s a very average man, 5’8”, 230lbs, very bushy beard and balding. He’s moved temporarily (?) to a small town to finish his writing and learn about himself.
March 22, 2021
I've recently moved to Aniklafo, a very small town a few hours away from the university I teach at. I would come here sometimes with my grandparents, and when they died last year and left me their cabin, I thought it a good opportunity to take my sabbatical and finish my dissertation in relative silence.
I can also feel a bit more free, here. I am not ever quite open and honest with people back in the city. I hide the fact… god it sounds so stupid even to think of it and write it… I hide the fact that I am some kind of medium. I know, stupid, ridiculous. "Raul, you're an educated man, what the hell are you talking about?" I have no clue. But I've had this sense of things, ghosts maybe, for as long as I can remember.
I worry that if someone heard me ever admit this, well that they'd admit me. But maybe a small town is where I need to go, where people are a little more superstitious. Maybe if I said this sort of thing, they wouldn't think I'm a weirdo.
Perhaps this sabbatical was just an excuse. A subconscious effort to "find myself." Is gentrifying better than moving to India to that sort of thing?
In the morning, I decided the best thing to do was to go to the grocery store Glenn's to grab a few things that I didn't get on my trip here. I mentally prepared myself to expect my fancy vegan items like cashew cheese would probably be something I have to go back into the city for, however I was surprised to see that there wasn't even soy milk in the fridge.
"No lactose intolerance in these parts, it seems," I murmured to myself. However, this murmuring was obviously heard by a very severe-looking woman.
"Well if you don't like it, you can take your pansy ass back to the city," she growled at me, stopping her very important shelf installation.
I saw her name tag, "Glennda" it read, and she looked to have been as old as the store, so I can only guess that she is Glenn's daughter (???).
I wasn't prepared mentally for homophobia, so I apologized and took my pansy ass back to my car, taking a mental note to order powdered soy milk. It's a thing, I know it is, I saw it on a site once… I think.
I settled myself into my cabin and made sure that the utilities and internet were at least up.
With those all squared away, I walked in the direction of the archeological dig site. I had been there a handful of times as a child when my grandparents would take me up here. I was so excited to see the scientists from the university digging, I knew I wanted to be just like them. Well, turns out I am not, I teach Queer Theory and my childlike wonder of dinosaurs has gone.
When I arrived, I saw a young man in the site brushing away dust on a fossil.
I say hello, and he introduces himself as Erwin. He's maybe around sixteen and definitely should have been in school, but he explains that the bus left without him today, so he's here, doing what he loves the most. Erwin told me that most of the bigger fossils have been excavated, but it was still possible to find ammonites like the one that he was brushing.
When I went to get a closer look I stumbled upon a locket. It was beaten up, rusty and impossible to open. I ask if it was his, but Erwin said it wasn't. I pocketed it, maybe I'll find out whose it is once I open it.
At sunset, after doing some writing for my dissertation, I begin to relax and I hear a rhythmic drumming. It's very close to my cabin, so I do something which is probably very dumb, but I follow it.
I have no idea how I end up finding this path, as it's beginning to get dark and I'm not really and outdoorsy guy, but I somehow found myself at a small shrine in the woods. There, a very old woman is tapping her drum. She saw me and smiled.
I apologized, knowing I somehow was intruding on a sacred moment. She assured me it was fine, and she introduced herself, Rosaline. She was wearing a long, almost robe-like dress made of some very light material, maybe silk. It was all kinds of blues and purples with tassels. It was quite lovely to see sway as she talked to me.
She explained she was just making an offering to her grandfather, she explained. She said that ancestor worship is not something uncommon in the town.
The sun was beginning to set below the tree line and I offered to escort her back to the main path. Rosaline assured me that she would be fine, but she handed me a brass lighter. It's carved with pinecone and deer motifs.
"Use it to light your way back to the path," she said.
It was a tad ominous, but I felt calm.
I somehow walked back to Main Street, about quarter mile away from my cabin, but I decided the best place to maybe make new friends was at the local watering hole, which was conveniently enough called The Watering Hole.
The only souls in the bar were the bartender, another patron and myself. I say "souls" because this other patron was off, and I immediately clocked it.
After I ordered my drink, a gin and tonic, the other patron scoffed.
I felt a little more neighborly and willing to defend myself if there is homophobia present, I introduced myself.
He took my hand and offered a very pointed handshake. He says his name is Byron. His grip was strong and I can't figure out if it's because the man was at least half a foot taller than me and at least fifty pounds heavier than me, or if it's because upon initial glance he hated my fucking guts. Either way, I have to admit that I was a bit turned on by his demeanor, his stubbly face and his strong hands.
I asked him how long he had been dead. His scowl quickly turned to a smirk.
"I ain't dead, but it's weird that you knew something was different."
I explain why I'm in town, who my grandparents were and I even tell him about my "talent" for spotting otherworldly things. He explained that he's not a ghost, but a werewolf. But it's all the same because anything not quite alive but not quite dead is called a "Spirit" around here.
I don't know if it was the G&T or if it was just the vibe, but I knew he was telling the truth. It's such a ridiculous thing to say, spirits, werewolves, all of this is fucking nuts. But maybe Aniklafo is beyond some veil where this is normal. This is clearly a regular interaction and the bartender didn't seem to flinch when Byron admitted he was a werewolf.
Maybe this dissertation really is getting to me.
We get to talking more. He seemed interested in queer theory and begins to get a bit physically closer to me as we talk. He even brushed his knee against mine and I swear he winked at me.
Just as I finished my drink, thunder boomed and rattled the bar. I could hear the patter of heavy rain.
Byron offered me a ride home after I told him I walked here.
His truck is nice and roomy, it smelled of old cologne, leather-scented air freshener and sweat. It had clearly been used by him many years to do manual labor and he planned on doing it even longer.
When we arrived at my place, I thanked him and he patted my shoulder.
"Take care, Prof."
i'm happy to see things developed more positively. I can't deny that he is hot. He seemed like he would be more aggressive, but he held back. Maybe I'm just turned on by the fact that "werewolf=danger." Does it though? Is any of this shit even real?
Whatever, I can't deny the fact that while he was talking I was staring at his chest. He left the top four buttons of his flannel undone and his muscular, hairy chest was on display. A budding romance with a yokel? It's so very pulp novel of me.
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calyxaomphalos · 2 years
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The Ghosts of Windy Ridge
Turn 5 is the morning of day two. I rolled a three component turn, but got stuck on the item that's exactly what I need.
Location #2, the diner, I named Timmy's Diner. With a reaction roll of only a 2, I was not impressed.
Neighbor #12, human who is very spiritual/religious, was Suzy Dermer, a waitress, but she's also a deacon at the church.
2 April 2022, Saturday Morning
Having had such an unpleasant night at the church, I thought I'd go someplace where strangers are usually welcomed, the local diner. It was a bit further from the main highway than would make for a successful diner and it showed. Timmy's Diner looked to be about half full when I got there, so I didn't have to wait at all.
I took a booth by a window and started giving the menu the once-over. Pretty standard diner fare. I had visions of some French toast and bacon and some hot coffee. Before I'd even started to set the menu down, a young woman approached the table. She was probably in her late 20s with mouse-brown thin hair tied back in a sad ponytail. Her smile was big and bright, though, and she held a pot of coffee in one hand and an empty mug in the other.
"Coffee?" she asked cheerfully.
"Oh, yes, please and thank you," I replied.
"I LOVE your hair. Sorry if that's too forward or anything, but wow, we don't usually see something like that around here," she blurted out as she was pouring the coffee. Her enthusiasm was making up for the fact that the coffee smelled terrible.
"It's fine, really! I get a kick out of it when people enjoy the color. That's one of the reasons I do it. I mean, I enjoy it on myself first and foremost, but when others also like it, it's cool."
"D'ya need any cream? Are ya ready to order? Oh! I almost forgot! 'Hello, I'm Suzy and I will be your waitress today.'" She said the last bit with the tired tone of someone who has said that same thing a few dozen times a day, every day for the last several years. Then she cracked a big grin.
"Hi, Suzy, I'm Serren and I'm staying in Windy Ridge for the month, looking up the history of an old friend of mine, but first, no thanks on the cream, and I'll have some French toast and a side of bacon."
"Okie dokie! Let me put that in to get started and check on my other customers, but then I have to come back and hear more!" Susy jotted down my order and bustled off behind the counter. I gazed out the window for a bit, sipping the awful coffee. I'd added sugar, but it hardly helped to cut the bitterness.
A few minutes later, Suzy was back holding the coffee pot. "Refill for ya? Can you tell me about your friend?"
"No thanks on the coffee, though maybe more when the food is up. My friend passed away a few years ago, so I'm not sure you'd know him. His name was Mo Forrester."
Suzy's eyes lit up. "I've lived here my whole life and I for sure remember Mr. Forrester. He was a substitute teacher at the high school some times. He was great. I sure miss him."
Just then a loud, gruff voice barked from the kitchen. "SUZY! ORDER UP!"
"Don't let me get you in trouble. I'll be in town a while, hopefully we can talk another time!"
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ohsharethekmusic · 2 months
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Song : Over The Mountain (Prod. dress)
Artist : Gaeko, JOOHONEY & BIG Naughty
Album {Single} : Over The Mountain
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hillbillyoracle · 2 years
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If you like Over the Mountain or just well written story snippets in general - I highly recommend checking out @calyxaomphalos ‘s playthrough they’ve been posting under the “#the ghosts of windy ridge” tag. 
It’s so good and I’ve enjoyed every entry from a story and writing perspective alone but it’s also a great example of how solo rpgs can be played. 
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Day 2: Afternoon.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning out the Pantry, and checking out all the little jars and cans and boxes of herbs and dirt my grandmother had stored in there. I made list of what i had, and started researching - which led to me ending up on Witchtok.
My grandmother, the nice old lady with the colourful dresses and the white hair, a witch? Or was this just some local custom that has been passed for generations? I looked around the cabin, trying to find more signs. But my brother had done a good job of clearing out all the small tidbits i remembered being cluttered everywhere.
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I texted him about it, but knowing my brother, was not expecting an answer too soon.
Finding an old small plate, i tried burning some of the dried rosemary after having opened all the windows in the house. Feeling a little silly walking through the house with a heavily smoking sprig in my hand, i somehow felt that i was doing the right thing... The strange shadow i had seen last night felt like a fain memory by the time i had finished. Feeling somewhat accomplished, i returned to my research on Witchtok - new content idea???
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petricorah · 1 year
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I love "i would kill for you" ship dynamics but what about "i would stop killing" ship dynamic??
I would lay down my sword for you. I would change my nature and go against everything i've known. I would resist the easy way out of solving my problems. I would give up the adrenaline of battle to stay by your side and make tea instead. I'm not sure I know who I am without a weapon in my hand because I've had to fight for so long but for you I'm willing to try and figure this out.
It must be hard. To put down your weapon that's protected you for so long. It's allowed you to stay alive it's kept you from getting hurt--physically and mentally. Because you've never had to worry about a real relationship if you think you'll be dead at the next battle. And you feel naked without it and it feels like you're ripping off an extension of yourself. Are you even whole without it? Are you worthy of being loved if you can't prove it by risking your life? And yet they've found someone who's asking them for something much harder than dying in battle on their behalf. They've found someone who wants them to live. And that's much more terrifying.
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monsta-x-news · 11 months
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Behind the scenes of Over The Mountain
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wtfforged · 7 days
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my campaign hiatus has gone on for too long so to cope ive combined my interests at their maximum potency and had some dnd-strawhats thoughts
thoughts in depth under read more... :)!
this is SO self indulgent. their designs literally did not change. but i am a firm believer that dnd doesnt have to be european high fantasy. and also one piece literally IS fantasy. no changes are necessary to fit into dnd. ive already imagined plenty of campaign/oneshot ideas inspired by one piece. so this was basically just an exercise of trying to replicate their canon abilities in dnd 5e as much as possible without totally homebrewing everything. well. aside from luffy. you just cant take away or change his stretching.
LUFFY: (human monk. drunken master subclass. outlander)
the only plain human of the crew to balance out with the fact that he still has rubber powers. obviously a monk. but drunken master subclass specifically because i think the flavor(not the fact that its about being a drunkard) and abilities both fit him really well. this line in the subclass' flavortext especially fits him: "A drunken master often enjoys playing the fool to bring gladness to the despondent or to demonstrate humility to the arrogant, but when battle is joined, the drunken master can be a maddening, masterful foe."
ZORO: (tiefling fighter. samurai subclass. bounty hunter)
a fighter with the samurai subclass is so very incredibly obvious... but i actually had a lot of fun geeking out while comparing the abilities to what he can do in canon; Fighting Spirit, Rapid Strike, and Strength Before Death especially! tiefling is also pretty on the nose for his demon pirate hunter shtick and asura form, but i thought he'd be really human-passing for a tiefling and theorized about his tail getting cut off at some point or another before joining the strawhats. initially wasnt gonna give him a feat, but i gave sanji a feat so i thought itd be unfair to not give him one as well, so sentinel fits the bill pretty well i think!
NAMI: (tabaxi rogue. arcane trickster subclass. criminal)
cat burglar -> full grown literal humanoid cat. this one is INCREDIBLY self indulgent... i love... cats... theres nothing deeper to this and no other reasoning. i took cat burglar and ran with it. can you tell that i love izutsumi dungeon meshi? rogue for the aforementioned burglar-ing as well, and the arcane trickster subclass for when she picks up climatact! the mage hand will be very useful for her pickpocketing. in the future as she levels up with timeskip, i can totally see her multiclassing into wizard as well! weather wizard!
USOPP: (lightfoot halfling artificer. artillerist subclass. urchin)
I HAD SO MUCH FUN THINKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET. halfling's Naturally Stealthy ability lets him hide behind his crewmates since theyre (almost) all bigger than him, so its perfect for hiding behind zoro or sanji all the time. Lucky is also perfect for him, and I think Brave fits pretty well too when he puts on the sogeking mask. artillerist artificer is also very fun! tinkering and making magic items for his crew, and i think Eldritch Canon or Arcane Firearm could both be easily reflavored as kabuto or any of his inventions. for emphasizing his sniper-ness, the spell sniper feat was also necessary. i think hes my favorite of all the concepts. big ears and long nose combo is so cute to me.
SANJI: (half-elf monk. drunken master subclass. guild artisan (cook!))
race was mostly based on vibes i wont lie. squints. and that vinsmoke balogna or whatever too ig. but mostly vibes. along with the idea that i think a dwarf zeff raising him would be really funny and cute. monk is also obvious, and same subclass as luffy for mostly the same reasons. though the flavor fits him much less, i think the abilities still fit him perfectly, and this blurb specifically; "Your martial arts technique mixes combat training with the precision of a dancer." i really wanted to give him a different subclass from luffy, but i dislike all the other monk subclasses a lot and i found none of them fit him as well anyways, so to try and give them SOME differences, i gave him the crusher feat.
CHOPPER: (awakened deer(shifter statblock) cleric. life subclass. hermit)
this ones definitely a mouthful im sorry. awakened deer for obvious reasons, but due to magic instead of devil fruit stuff. when i was struggling with his race, i looked a lot at shifter because of his forms, but it occurred to me that itd be super cool if he could shift between all of the different shifter options instead of being stuck with just one to replicate his rumble balls. something like heavy point/guard point=beasthide, horn point/arm point(?maybe?)=longtooth, walk point/jumping point=swiftstride, and brain point=wildhunt. hed definitely need some kind of nerf though to balance out that homebrew... and cleric for class. duh.
ROBIN: (high elf wizard. order of scribes subclass. criminal)
robin is definitely the one i struggled the most with just because of her class. elf came pretty easily- shes very elegant and i think shed look cute with super long ears- and i landed on high elf instead of wood elf for the int-based abilities. i was really on the fence between sorcerer and wizard for her because i knew shed be a full spellcaster, but i didnt feel that any of the subclasses really fit her. i ended up going with wizard for order of the scribes since it focuses on texts and knowing everything. but also because robin with a flying talking sentient book would be crazy cool. it could also be similar to how she spawns mouths and eyes places to talk to or watch people. my "fuck it, why not. this would be rad. its my house" mindset kicked in with her i will admit. also the One with the Word ability made me cackle out loud when i read it. thats the funniest ability ever. anyways, i cant really think of a way to replicate her powers, but maybe we could just reflavor a bunch of spells to be her limbs or clutch; hold person, maximillian's earthen grasp, or evard's black tentacles. thatd probably work okay, and theres a handful of spells to replicate her ability to spawn eyes or mouths. unrelated, but i imagine nico olvia to be a drow. why? her hair is white. i am a simple man!
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