Snypiuer

Grabs popcorn and a soda . . .

Well-reasoned, IF Glups could shed excess mass as smaller Glups. I'd have to call that a mutation because Glups grow until their size simply becomes too big to hold together structurally or they, eventually, dry up from lack of absorbing new goo. To be able to excise a portion of itself, a Glup would need to be able to create a pseudo pod or appendage that it then severs. Glups can NOT create pseudo pods or appendages. Even if it could, cutting a piece of itself off, the Glup would lose structural integrity and fall apart. The addition of a new gas or liquid could grant the ability to do so, but that would also fall under the no mutations caveat. The closest I could get involves accidently sliding into a small depression and getting stuck. Not even a big or deep depression in the ground - just enough so a Glup is unable to wiggle hard enough to get out of it. Glups would call it "The Hole". I have no idea how to make that an epic adventure though. I then realize that I'm thinking like a being with arms that can hold a weapon or manipulate objects and legs that can move me from place to place and up, down or around things in my way. A voice that allows me to communicate beyond base emotion or simple expression. Not to mention the lack of knowledge as to what will ACTUALLY happen after my demise. *By the way, the reason Glups have a low-level emphatic connection isn't totally because they share the same goo, it's because the goo, itself, retains the essence and memories of ALL previous forms it took. So, while the community of Glups are only a "not quite" hive mind, each individual Glup, basically IS a hive mind of all its' past selves and each of those past selves are spread out amongst all other Glups that absorbed that goo. So Glups don't actually die, even when they dry up, once their powder is absorbed, they rehydrate and, boom, they're right as rain. Glups are pretty much immortal when you think about it.* So there's the dilemma: NOT what is an epic adventure to ME, what is an epic adventure to a GLUP!? I try to get in the mindset by sitting on my hands, cross legged in the middle of the floor. When my niece comes in and asks what I'm doing, I whisper until she gets close enough to hear, then I wiggle and whisper one-word thoughts like, "bored" or "hungry". By the way, should I be concerned that NO ONE in my family is troubled in the slightest at my behavior? Not one of them has said, "You know what, we ought to have him evaluated." They used to. When I was younger. Now, not so much as a "what have you".😕

Or like the old Spaghetti Westerns where the cowboy is CLEARY inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke and NOT making a deadly threat, THEN you hear him inhale/exhale while his lips move. I think you would do it like Peredhil's example, but you'd have to do it line by line - the original line that the author WANTS the reader to "see" and then, underneath it in brackets, what the reader ACTUALLY "sees".

O.K., I simply don't know how to write this story. Here's the parameters: Naggal is a Glup, from the planet Glup. Glups are, basically, gelatinous cubes with no pseudo pods/appendages (they can't change shape in any way) or acidic digestion. Glup was once a lush garden planet, but it has been millions of years since the cubes (Glups) have, LITERALLY, sanitized the planet - there is NO other life but the cubes. It has been so long since a Glup has had to digest any type of organic matter, the ability to produce acid has been lost for hundreds of thousands of generations. Glups move by jiggling themselves and, slowly, seeing where they go - it's kind of like those old metal football games where you placed plastic players on it, and it vibrates and the players randomly move about the board. Glups are just a LOT slower. Because of this, about 90% of all Glups never wander beyond eyesight (Our eyesight of course, since they don't, you know, have eyes) of where they are created. A Glup will grow until it can no longer hold itself together, at which point it will fall apart, leaving behind goo and small Glups. In order to grow, Glups are able to absorb the goo and, if they move over the smaller Glups, they can mush them into goo and absorb that. If a Glup doesn't grow big enough to fall apart, it will eventually dry up and crumble into a powder that other Glups absorb when it lands on them (when wind blows it about) or they move over it. Because of this, Glups are all, basically, made of the same goo that they have been sharing for countless generations and, therefore have a low-level emphatic connection where they can tell the "emotional" state of nearby Glups - sort of a, not quite, hive-mind. This connection, along with wiggling allows for them to communicate with each other. With all this, Glups don't really even think about dying, they know they will just become part of another Glup and live on. Now, here's my dilemma: Without introducing outside factors such as aliens, demons, mutations, magic, etc. (just regular Glups on planet Glup), write an epic adventure with a heroic Glup named Naggal.

Do you have a link for where you're also posting this?

He does have a dark fantasy trilogy and a crime thriller. The trilogy looks interesting, when I can afford it Imma get it!

*Snypiuer does his writers' energy dance (Yes . . . yes . . . it requires him to be nekkid - sorry)* Hooga hooga HA! HA! Hooga hooga HO! HO! Waga waga WEE! Waga waga WEE! Ooga ooga OOO!!! Hold on, that's some POWERFUL juju coming your way.

I'm not a real big fan of horror, but I've read the descriptions and snippets of some of this authors' work and think a real horror fan would enjoy his books. This is his site: Horror Author David Viergutz He's trying to become a full-time writer, the dream, so give him a look and, if you like his work, recommend him to others.

Snypiuer sees his niece headed from her room to the bathroom. Snypiuer is not wearing his glasses, so he just sees a fuzzy figure . . . with an orange face!? He puts his glasses on and gives out an uncontrollable gasp. Snypiuers' niece is in a makeup faze and follows makeup tutorials . . . yeah. Snypiuer: *GASP!!!* Niece: *Stops and stares at Snypiuer* Snypiuer and niece stare at each other for an uncomfortable moment . . . then, Snypiuer: *Starts to sing* Oompa loompa doompa dee do I've got another puzzle for you Oompa loompa doompa da dee If you are wise you'll listen to me Who do you blame when your kid messes up Covering her face with a bunch of makeup How can you make . . . her understand She looks like she's trying to kill . . . Bat . . . Man You look like a cartoon villain Niece: MOM! *Stomps away* Snypiuer hears his sister in the distance: WHAT THE!? HA! HAHA!! Snypiuer hears the stomping return as his niece enters the bathroom and slams the door. Snypiuer: HEY! Mr. Wonka called, he says you need to get to work because there's so much time and so little to do! No! Wait! Strike that! Reverse it! Niece: *From behind door* YOU'RE NOT FUNNY!!! Snypiuer: YES! YES I AM! AND SO'S YOUR FACE! Snypiuer LOVES his niece! She's his BESTEST BUDDY EVER!

Vibs is actively seeking counseling and Snypiuers' luck is running. And I mean RUN-NING. Once I figure out where to start . . . well . . . we'll see.🥴😵🤯

Please log off at the end of your shift And, your monitor, fully power it down The glow of the screen And electrical hum Makes a hostile workplace, We have found. The demon that lives in your cubicle . . . Of which you were unaware Makes constant HR complaints, And threats of lawsuits, So its presence We now share. No need for concern that it lives there Or to know the reason why Just be mindful that when you leave Be sure to log off, fully power down And if you see the demon DON'T look it in the eye. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NEXT LINE: Gently, gently as the shadows grow

Are you thinking of publishing it?

Snypiuer has been busy. How, pray tell - you ask. Well, Snypiuer had accumulated over 4,000 unread emails. So - you respond. Snypiuer also has OCD. Guess what Snypiuer HAS to do with unread emails. Delete them - you ask. No. READ them, ALL - you ask, incredulously. Each and every one. WHY - you ask in disbelief. Because, what if there is something IMPORTANT in one? You stare at Snypiuer. Snypiuer stares back until it becomes uncomfortable, then asks: You know how you lock a door and then you check it to make sure it really IS locked, then you recheck it to make sure you didn't accidently UNLOCK it when you checked to make sure it really IS locked, then you check it AGAIN, just in case you accidently unlocked it when you checked to see if you accidently unlocked it when you checked to make sure it really IS locked, THEN you unlock it and relock it to make sure that the lock actually still works, then you check it to make sure it really IS locked . . . You see where Snypiuer is going with this? Now . . . What if there was something IMPORTANT in one of those emails!?

SOUP

Snypiuer. Is. ALIVE!!! Yes . . . yes, I know, yes . . . no, no, celebratory human sacrifices, while warranted, are not necessary, calm down . . . yes . . . yes, you're right, it IS more than a miracle . . . yes, beyond any and all explanation . . . precisely . . . transcends medical, scientific, theological, metaphysical, philosophical and theoretical knowledge and thought . . . true, true, Snypiuers ability, by sheer will alone, to survive an illness that the most omnipotent of Gods would have swiftly perished from, WILL be discussed and venerated by beings, natural and artificial, for countless eons to come . . . O.K., if you must, go ahead and contact everyone you know to inform them of the joyous news . . . I'll wait. INTERLUDE: No idea how to upload music to listen to while we wait, so imagine, if you will, Chuck Mangione performing elevator-type, soft, laid-backed smooth jazz versions of: Blister in the Sun by Violent Femmes Lexicon Devil by The Germs Du Hast by Rammstein Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo Belly of the Whale by Burning Sensations Paranoid by Black Sabbath O.K., we're back. Yes, Snypiuer is alive, and it is a glorious day, but that's not what we're here for. No, but before we get to what we are here for, thanks for the soup and ice cream! Now . . . how to say this as . . . tactfully, as possible . . . hmmm . . . it has come to Snypiuers' attention that individuals in his . . . IMMEDIATE vicinity . . . well . . . shall we say . . . they did not . . . FULLY appreciate the very, VERY dire state which he found himself in. No. No, they did not. Was hot soup lovingly spoon fed to him in his weakened state? Was soothing ice cream? No. Not a spoonful, not a scoop. What did happen? Well, I'll give you one example and leave it at that. This interaction took place between Snypiuer, his niece and her mom (Snypiuers' little sister): Niece: *Looking at Snypiuer face down on the floor* How long have you been there? Snypiuer: Oh . . . a while. Niece: Why? Snypiuer: Need soup. And ice cream. This is as far as I got. Niece: Why are you on the floor? Snypiuer: I'm dying. Niece: No, you're not. Snypiuer: Uh-huh. Niece: Nope. Snypiuer: You're not a doctor. You don't know. Niece: You're NOT dying. Snypiuer: My heads all achy. Niece: *Stares at Snypiuer* Snypiuer: And my throat's all scratchy. *cough* Niece: *Continues staring* Snypiuer: My nose and chest are all snuffly. Niece: *Stares* Snypiuer: My tum-tum is all bubbly. Niece: *Stares* Snypiuer: *Looks back at her* Niece: That all? Snypiuer: No. Niece: Well? Snypiuer: My left butt cheek itches. Niece: So? Snypiuer: I'm too weak to scratch it. Niece: *Glares at Snypiuer* Snypiuer: *Looks at her with wide, pleading eyes* Niece: *Tilts head and gives him a "Don't say it!" look* Snypiuer: *Looks back with wider, more pleading eyes and trembling lower lip* Niece: *Tilts head more, glares harder and gives and even firmer "DON'T SAY IT!" look* Snypiuer: Scratch my butt. Niece: ARGHHH!!! *Walks away in disgust/exasperation* Snypiuer: *Contemplates the floor, then . . . weakly* Soup. INTERLUDE: O.K., I can hear all of you, "HOW DID YOU GET ON THE FLOOR!?" That has no bearing, what-so-ever, on this narrative. Was it funny? Yes. Hilarious in fact. Would you have laughed? Ohhh-yeah, you would DEFINITELY have laughed . . . uncontrollably . . . for, like, a LONG time. In fact, had it happened to . . . ANYONE else, let's say a 108-year-old, frail, blind woman with brittle bone disease, would Snypiuer have laughed? Yes. Yes, he would have. It was THAT funny. He would have laughed so hard, he would have wet himself, then fall to the ground in convulsions of hysterical laughter, crawled over to the old lady to, not only, laugh in her face, but to explain in excruciatingly minute detail, EXACTLY how she fell and why it was so funny. Because, you know . . . blind. It was that funny. BUT it has nothing to do with this story AND it did happen to Snypiuer, so we shall all feel bad and say, "awww" and give each other comforting hugs. Niece: *Returns with skateboard, holds by the wheels at one end and uses the other end to scratch Snypiuer* Snypiuer: More towards the hip, thank you. Sister: *Walks in* Is he alive? Niece: Yes. Sister: Why is he on the floor. Niece: He needs soup. Snypiuer: And ice cream. Niece: This is as far as he got. Sister: Why is he ON the floor!? Niece: He's dying. Sister: Oh . . . What are you doing? Niece: Scratching his butt. Sister: Why? Niece: He's too weak to do it himself. Sister: But WHY!? Niece: So that he leaves me his stuff when he dies. *Stops scratching* I do get your stuff, right? Snypiuer: All my stuffs are belongs to you. Niece: You heard him, all mine *goes to put skateboard away* Sister: He doesn't have anything. Niece: *From other room* He has SOME stuff. Sister: What he does have, we're tossing in the hole with him. Niece: *Comes back* He said it's all mine, I'll keep what I want, and you can toss the rest. Sister: Whatever, you ready? Niece: Yeah. Sister: Hey, if you make it to the kitchen, make enough soup for us, we'll be back later. Niece: Bye, love you! Snypiuer: *Listens as they leave, then . . . weakly* . . . soup. We're just going to leave it there and move on.

Snypiuer no feel good . . . most likely dying . . . yes, most definitely going to die . . . soon . . . need soup. and ice cream.

Not sure how to do it, but how about AI? I saw a video where they just told it what they want, and it made it. Maybe say: What would they Monopoly Mans skull look like? With a top hat. With an eyepatch that has a dollar sign on it. What would a pirate flag with this image look like? With walking sticks instead of crossbones. That MIGHT work, I don't know. Just an idea!

Should the skull look like the Monopoly Man . . . without skin . . . or muscle?

I really WANT to try it; I just can't get anyone to take the time. I also don't have a Cheaters edition. I DO have a Stranger Things edition! Just looking at what you've put forth here, it LOOKS playable, but we all know that the play is in the playing. Can't find anything about pitching to Hasbro, but I did find several make your own-OPOLY games you could use to make your own version. Also, there are several Pennites who make/publish their own games and books, one of them MIGHT know how to pitch it. I did see that most variants are by USAOPOLY, but it looks like they just rename properties and change images, not sure if they are the ones to contact about a change like yours. I'll let you know if I do find anything or get the chance to playtest! I BELIEVE that the copyrights are for images and names and BASIC board design: the game rules are generic to game play (if I'm not mistaken), change board shape (Octogon?) number of spaces, names, images, etc. and you don't violate copyright - I THINK!

OHHH, MANY a Snypiuer hater exists! BACKGROUND INFO: O.K., for those who don't know or have forgotten, Snypiuer has an older brother, a little sister and a baby sister. Don't let the titles fool you, Snypiuer's BABY sister has a 20-year-old daughter, experimental test subject num . . . wait, Snypiuer is no longer allowed to refer to his nieces and nephews as "test subjects", not to mention he's no longer allowed to USE them as test subjects, SCIENCE SUFFERS WHEN SHORT-SIGHTEDNESS AND IGNORANCE FLOURISH! Anyways, his brother has 3 kids; a boy and girl (both with kids of their own, a couple who have kids of THEIR own) a few years apart and then another girl around 10-years or so younger, she is the squeaky little things mom, and she also has a teenage son. Snypiuer's little sister has a son who has 2 boys around 6 and 3. His little sister ALSO has an 11-year-old daughter (SNYPIUERS' BESTEST BUDDY EVER!!!) - yeah 2 kids, 26 years apart! ANYWAYS! Snypiuer's bestest buddy ever (the 11-year-old) has a cousin (a girl) on her father's side who is several years older. Snypiuer first met her when he ran into her and her mom at Wally World a few weeks after she was born: Snypiuer: Is that the baby? Mom: Yes. Snypiuer: *Walks around cart to look at baby* Hey there, whatchya . . . Baby: *Stares at Snypiuer with a look that can only be described as a burning hatred, seething with the open desire to VIOLENTLY and BRUTALLY beat him to death . . . repeatedly* Snypiuer has NO idea why this child hates him, but it was instant and deep, as if their souls have been intertwined over countless lifetimes and Snypiuer had been so cruel to her in each and every one, that the visceral hatred she has for him is imprinted, not only, in her DNA, but in the very core of her being. Snypiuer: *To baby's mom* Umm, why does your baby want to kill me? Mom: What!? Snypiuer: Yeah, your child DEFINITELY wants to murder me . . . like, a LOT! Mom: What are you talking about!!? Snypiuer: Your . . . child . . . wants . . . to . . . kill . . . me. LOOK! Mom: *Walks around cart to check on baby* What do you mean? She doesn't wa . . . *sees the way the baby is staring at Snypiuer* OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY!? Now, this IS Wally World. People EVERYWHERE! So Snypiuer IMMEDIATELY turns into John "Bluto" Blutarsky attempting to sneak a horse into Dean Wormer's office and extradites himself from the immediate vicinity of said child and mother. This child has Never cried when Snypiuer's around. She has NEVER shown ANY fear around Snypiuer. She has ONLY shown a disdain and DEEEEEEP "unlike" of Snypiuer who, by-the-way, has been NOTHING but nice and friendly to this child EVERY SINGLE TIME they have come in contact! To THIS day, she avoids being around Snypiuer and has NEVER explained to anyone the basis for her aversion to Snypiuer! Well, that's one example. Someday, Snypiuer will explain how EVERY female in Snypiuer's life comes to the conclusion that they need to beat him. Snypiuer has no idea why, they just do.

Sounds fun! Are you planning to make actual physical cards? How about a pdf of the cards, alternate spaces, rules, etc. to download and modify our own boards and playtest?

Precisely what I hoped The Nursery would be for! I like to see what different directions an idea can go in depending on the writers' viewpoint.

O.K., instead of both sides seeing the other frozen, the C-Bomb breaks time. What those on the outside see is the last instant before the side that was trapped is ripped from the time stream and sent forward in time to a moment where everyone lives in peace and harmony with plenty for everyone and what THEY see is a blur that scientist soon discover is the "outside" speeding by - like that scene in H. G. Wells' The Time Machine where the Time Traveller watches the world outside his machine speed by as he travels through time. Someday the outside will catch up to the "trapped" side and they will "re-sync", but when? Will the outside see the trapped side start to move as they approach synchronicity? Will the trapped side see the outside slow down? When they do catch up, will they actually be in the same "place"? Will the outside have bettered itself to the same degree as the trapped side or will they have become even more divided, consumed with a jealous rage brought on by their desire to enter the trapped area in order to regain their lost senses? What happens then when they re-sync? I don't know if I can actually flesh anything out, but you've got me thinking - IMMA GIVE YOU A BADGE! AND POINTS! why? because I can.

O.K., I see this as a Rapture type event, those "trapped" are actually living in peace and prosperity and see those outside as frozen, to remind THEM of what happened.

It gives me the feeling of someone who ran away, fled even, from some situation or unwanted existence and is searching for some sort of safety or stability or imagined fantasy life or maybe an addict or mentally ill person.