Twenty Years of Bad Ideas, Brilliantly Executed
After twenty plus years of weekly gaming, the party has become less a group of players and more a recurring natural disaster with usernames.
Myles plans.
Dave advances.
Zaph resolves.
Craig invalidates the warranty.
These photo spreads are an attempt to document the phenomenon before memory softens the evidence, history becomes legend, and Craig insists the ladder was “basically stable.”
They are presented here in the style each man has accidentally earned.

Sturnim the Brave joins the party only occasionally, like a comet, a tax audit, or a sudden plumbing emergency, but his impact is always immediate and expensive. He is rash, impetuous, and possessed of the sort of confidence normally found in people standing several metres away from the consequences. Where others see danger, Sturnim sees opportunity; where others see a warning sign, Sturnim sees poor font choice; and where others see a pile of bones, the party simply nods and says, “Ah. Sturnim got here first.”




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