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Movie of the Month

Movie of the Month

DIE HARD (1988)Directed by John McTiernanWritten by Jeb Stuard & Steven E. de Souza (based on the novel by Roderick Thorp) Starring Bruce Willis, Alan Rickman, Bonnie Bedelia, Reginald VelJohnson, Alexander Godunov, James Shigeta, Paul Gleason, and De’voreaux White Greetings, all! Welcome to a (hopefully) regular blog segment here on 1985Games! I’m Christopher Jayawardena, and in addition to being the main video editor/camera-operator at the company, I am a total film buff. Being total nerds in the office, we talk about movies. A lot. When choosing a movie for December, there’s a bazillion choices. While many to this day still...

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Company Game Session 2

Company Game Session 2

  The Search For Passel Captain Passel vanished right before my eyes on the eve of our journeys end.  Anastasia and Stargrove tried to follow the kidnappers through the teleportation circle. It did not work. I wanted to throw something. I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch the person nearest me. As the only ones around were the most likely to help me find the wayward captain I swallowed my anger till I was alone. There is a frothing rage below the surface of my good humor that threatens every day to boil over. Being the witness of an...

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Creating Dungeon Notes

Creating Dungeon Notes

So, with all of the chaos around Black Friday and Cyber Monday, I thought I’d take a step back today and instead, share a little story. As you’ve probably seen from our last few emails, Dungeon Notes are now available (yay!). What you probably don’t know, is how they came into being. That, my friends, is this morning’s tale. As is the case with most inventions, Dungeon Notes are the result of my own frustrations with the wide variety of journals I’ve tried over the years. Finally, I said “enough is enough” and went about listing all of the features...

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Company Game Session 1

Company Game Session 1

  Prelude “Melina, Don’t go.” Nauisikka, my mother, said again, “please.” My mom was wrinkled and bowed with age, sitting on her bed in our ramshackle cottage. I ignored her entreaties. I’ve already told her time and again why I have to go.  I strapped my cutlass to my waist for the first time in at least ten years. It was heavy but still familiar. “Don’t forget to bring the chickens in at night or the jackals will get them,” I told her as I headed towards the front door. “You don’t have to do this,” she said. “The oceans...

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