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‎Game Design

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	how paid for? reserve? if 2/? cost gathered, you can use a turn to reserve a card; only 1 card can be reserved by each player at any time		how paid for? reserve? if 2/? cost gathered, you can use a turn to reserve a card; only 1 card can be reserved by each player at any time
		+
		+	=== Art Stuff for BP ===
		+
		+	Daniel Smith gouache<br>
		+	warm RBY<br>
		+	cool RBY<br>
		+	lightfast
		+
		+	cool cyan / cerulean<br>
		+	warm ultramarine
		+
		+	yellow ochre<br>
		+	burnt / raw umber<br>
		+	white
		+
		+	cadmium red<br>
		+	magenta LF<br>
		+	cadmium yellow<br>
		+	lemon yellow

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	She listened inside herself for the terms, the strictures of what would be her life forevermore. <em>Yes,</em> she answered, hearing them, then gave her name. <em>I will be faithful.</em>		She listened inside herself for the terms, the strictures of what would be her life forevermore. <em>Yes,</em> she answered, hearing them, then gave her name. <em>I will be faithful.</em>
		+
		+
		+	== December 2024 ==
		+
		+	=== Poetry ===
		+
		+	==== #1 ====
		+
		+	a morning spot of tea<br>
		+	a sunlit patch of happy<br>
		+	to start my cheerful day<br>
		+	in the rightmost way
		+
		+	==== #2 ====
		+
		+	You are the God who saves<br>
		+	You are the God who holds<br>
		+	You are the God who made<br>
		+	You are the God who knows
		+
		+	You are the God who protects<br>
		+	You are the God who shields<br>
		+	You are the God who perfects<br>
		+	You are the God who reveals
		+
		+	==== #3 ====
		+
		+	am I defined by the shape of my wounds?<br>
		+	can I ever be healed and made new again?<br>
		+	light the lights that signal [fine home? fire how?]<br>
		+	lost in the dark, but my God Christ<br>
		+	You always find lost souls<br>
		+	come and find me<br>
		+	come find me here and now<br>
		+	I'm looking for the lights and rowing home
		+
		+	I hung my heart on...<br>
		+	help me hang my heart on You
		+	empty me out<br>
		+	fill me with You
		+
		+	all who call on You are saved<br>
		+	all who seek You find
		+
		+	I'm lost God<br>
		+	come find me<br>
		+	come fill me
		+
		+	==== #4 ====
		+
		+	ah, how the flood breaks!<br>
		+	my heart!<br>
		+	let it tremble and shake!<br>
		+	let the seas roar<br>
		+	and the winds sigh<br>
		+	and the mountains shiver<br>
		+	and the doves cry
		+
		+	find where the soul is buried<br>
		+	where my heart mourns<br>
		+	where all my grief is given<br>
		+	and hope waits to be born
		+
		+	=== Game Design ===
		+
		+	==== Tableau? ====
		+
		+	Discard - Round - Card - Card - Card
		+	Discard - First - 1 - 2 - 3
		+	Discard - Second - 1 - 2 - 3
		+	Discard - Third - 1 - 2 - 3
		+
		+	==== Set Collection ====
		+
		+	when you collect a set, you place the card on its board location then place your meeple on top if no meeple
		+
		+	you may take your meeple back but the cards stay
		+
		+	if you collect a set for a meepled location, you place the card but do not change the meeple
		+
		+	there are a limited number of card choices per turn
		+
		+	VP is the points on cards under your meeples at game end
		+
		+	how paid for? reserve? if 2/? cost gathered, you can use a turn to reserve a card; only 1 card can be reserved by each player at any time

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 Silence covered the table a moment. "I see," their father said at last. "That explains a few things."
-A few. Not the choice in the first place, though Uniemi could understand it. But why a child felt a need to be the hero when two perfectly good parents were on hand was beyond her.
+A few. Not the choice in the first place, though Uniemi could understand it. Why couldn't he have waited just a little longer? Would it even have made a difference? a smaller, more worried part of her wondered more.
 She muttered viciously into her porridge, "It didn't have to be you."

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 === 9/1/24 ===
-====  ====
+==== Find Me in the Snow ====
 <em>Under every story lies the sea.</em>

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 Easy for him to be happy. Easy for him to go risking his life for somethings and nothings and Uniemi got herself up and washed her bowl and walked outside onto the snowy front porch step, almost surprised her parents didn't stop her. But they understood both their children and always had. They understood the need to sacrifice and protect, and Uniemi surprised herself by beginning to cry.
-<em>I want to protect,</em> she said, hand sliding down her own stomach to lie over the mark that rested there. <em>I want to be able to find him if he ever does something stupid again,<em> she added. <em>I want to be able to stop someone from dying.</em>
+<em>I want to protect,</em> she said, hand sliding down her own stomach to lie over the mark that rested there. <em>I want to be able to find him if he ever does something stupid again,</em> she added. <em>I want to be able to stop someone from dying.</em>
 A soft wind, a faint ringing sound, a low roar as of a sea.
 She listened inside herself for the terms, the strictures of what would be her life forevermore. <em>Yes,</em> she answered, hearing them, then gave her name. <em>I will be faithful.</em>

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-Under every story lies the sea.
+====  ====
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 He nodded. "Yes, father."
+The wind nearly blew him over when they first walked out the door. He clung to his father's hand as they began the slow, difficult trek into the woods, Irya trying his hardest to serve as a faithful guide.
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 Another ringing chime. <em>But I don't think you often will.</em>
-The feeling of them receded, a heavy weight lifted. Irya forced himself to stand. He clutched the snowflowers to his chest and looked for his own bootprints in the snow to follow back to his sister's house.
+The feeling of them receded, a heavy weight lifted. Irya forced himself to stand. He clutched the snowflowers to his chest and looked for some sign of which direction to go.
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-=== 8/21/24 ===
+=== 9/1/24 ===
-==== Uniemi ====
+Under every story lies the sea.
-Uniemi's brother Irya always ran around like a wild child, in her eyes. Grinning so brightly his eyes disappeared into half-moon shapes, he threw himself into every unnecessary task he ever set for himself. She'd seen him scramble up the huge trunks of ancient trees to fetch down his mother's favorite flowers, nearly giving their mother conniptions, though it wasn't their mother's face that gave it away, but rather the pained lining to her grateful smiles and the later rules on what constituted safe climbing. She'd seen him skip across the river, raging with fresh snowmelt, from boulder to boulder before their father found out and banned river-crossing until it went back down in summer. She'd seen Irya run around every gathering, crossing miles in a day, weary and dirty but triumphant with another new friend from some distant clan before their father hosed him off in cold water before bed. In short, Uniemi had figured out a long time ago that her little brother was the least likely of all five children of the family to ever reach adulthood.
+<hr>
-==== Irya ====
+She'd seen him scramble up the huge trunks of ancient trees to fetch down his mother's favorite flowers, nearly giving their mother conniptions, though it wasn't their mother's face that gave it away, but rather the pained lining to her grateful smiles and the later rules on what constituted safe climbing. She'd seen him skip across the river, raging with fresh snowmelt, from boulder to boulder before their father found out and banned river-crossing until it went back down in summer. She'd seen Irya run around every gathering, crossing miles in a day, weary and dirty but triumphant with another new friend from some distant clan before their father hosed him off in cold water before bed.
-Irya lay on the cold hard ground, numb through, trying to breathe through the stabbing, throbbing pain in his gut. Each inhale hurt his throat.
+In short, Uniemi had figured out a long time ago that her little brother was the least likely of all five children of the family to ever reach adulthood.

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	But did it truly matter? She looked out from their mountains toward the distant plains, and she answered, <em>No.</em>		But did it truly matter? She looked out from their mountains toward the distant plains, and she answered, <em>No.</em>
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		+
		+	=== 8/21/24 ===
		+
		+	==== Irya ====
		+
		+	Irya lay on the cold hard ground, numb through, trying to breathe through the stabbing, throbbing pain in his gut. Each inhale hurt his throat.

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	He wiped the crumbs off Emmie’s face and rubbed Luke’s head. “You know I wouldn’t trade you kids for anything.”		He wiped the crumbs off Emmie’s face and rubbed Luke’s head. “You know I wouldn’t trade you kids for anything.”
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		+	=== 7/29/24 ===
		+
		+	==== Where Memory Walks ====
		+
		+	Memory walks beside her, though she doesn't court it. Leshet wakes to the electric tang familiar to her as breathing.
		+
		+	<em>Tayas,</em> she greets through her device.
		+
		+	She feels then his sleepy, just awakened attention. <em>Leshet.</em> A pause, then the sharp prickling of his interest. <em>Has something happened?</em> He's intelligence now. He no longer turns to electricity on the battlefield.
		+
		+	It is memory beside her, not her friend.
		+
		+	<em>No,</em> she sends back. <em>Just good morning.</em>
		+
		+	He's always been sharp, even before he became intelligence. She knows he does not believe her.
		+
		+	But he answers anyway, <em>Well, good morning to you, too.</em>
		+
		+	<hr>
		+
		+	A light rain sprang up as they began to break camp; white mists curled off the ground. Leshet paused to stare up at the cloudy skies.
		+
		+	It tasted wrong. Nitrates that weren't Tayas, rain that wasn't Mokhein.
		+
		+	Vetta came to stand beside her. He said nothing to break the moment, just waited with her. He'd always been a good kid. Mokheyenn's descendent. He'd always been more like his grandfather than his grandmother, a storm without her thunder.
		+
		+	Leshet looked at him then, the white hair he'd inherited from both sides, the frost on his breath from Mokhein. "Curun," she called him by his band name.
		+
		+	But he wasn't here as her squad leader. "Sometimes I think about her too."
		+
		+	He'd always been a good kid. Leshet patted his shoulder and went to help break camp.
		+
		+	<hr>
		+
		+	Leshet had been elite since before Ameri raised this stretch of mountains. She helped to lay this path they're patrolling through them, on their way to the next watchpoint. She'd been bred for it, raised to it, married in it. She sometimes wondered if she knew how to be anything else.
		+
		+	A walk through the rain and mists of another white spring. Her unit stayed watchful and alert, eyes open for enemies that would likely not appear.
		+
		+	There were still enemies sometimes on the northern border circuit, raiders from beyond Northland and the Hilakhot clans, but in the mountains of the southern border, there was only tension, not real skirmishes or war. There was enough space in the familiar winds for memory to settle into the spaces where her former companions and their former war used to fit. The air seemed to vibrate with the singing tension of Saiyar's power. Tayas, the storm. Mokhein, the rain. Saiyar, the rumbling in the earth and a symphony of winds. There were others, flickering like shadows through her heart.
		+
		+	She looked ahead to those who stood beside her now, bumped her shoulder lightly against her husband's arm. He didn't make a big thing out of it. He just lightly bumped her back.
		+
		+	<hr>
		+
		+	They made camp at another waypoint, set a fire, divided their watches. Leshet and her husband, Vetta and his combat partner Anae went up first, finding the usual spots to face outward, guardians against whatever enemies might choose to come.
		+
		+	<em>Are you tired?</em>
		+
		+	Usually Tayas didn't call her at random moments, let alone opening with random questions. Especially, when he should know she was standing watch.
		+
		+	<em>Did you need something?</em> She managed not to infuse the send with too much amusement.
		+
		+	He likely heard it anyway, the analyst in him difficult to evade. <em>I promise, it's relevant.</em>
		+
		+	It gave her pause. What trouble was Tayas going to drop on her now?
		+
		+	But did it truly matter? She looked out from their mountains toward the distant plains, and she answered, <em>No.</em>