My my my, we just loooove to hear ourselves don't we?
I'm seeing strong arguments for and against in this work.
Hair-brained? Not hare-brained? I like it. Was it a typo or was it a reference to the fact that metalheads like long hair. Maybe @PrinceofNothing will pop in and let me know.”The Artpunk is rising. After Lotfp was dealt a grievous hit under the water-line and took on water, the adherents of this terrible creed emerged filth-spattered from all of its nooks and crannies and leapt into the ocean, to search for greener pastures to infest. In its wake follow Troika, and now Mörk Börg, and with each iteration we see an inexorable decline in gameability, depth, substance and thematic fealty in favor of gorgeous presentation, posturing and off-the-wall hair-brained ideas.”
A mood of confusion? Remembering for what? Lots of blue concentrate belonephobic platipusmen conducting apocryphal make up design sessions to confidante the confederacy of the melonic fragmentated shoe strings.I believe the style of using obscure language came to D&D through Dying Earth where it is both precise and disorienting and employed to create a certain mood. People remember the blue concentrate precisely because it's never specified what it is.
A mood of being in a real but alien environment, where people react to it's internal logic and etiquette in strange but consistent and often funny ways. Sort of like a fairy tale turned up to 11, not only does the clever swineherd have to endure rhetorical battles with a troll that wishes to eat him but the most common predator of men will knock on your door incessantly begging you to open it and chiding you for your cruelty in denying it a meal. It's easier to convey in a book because of the wide perspective of the reader and a well informed narrator, these crocodiles could work as a payoff if the players learn of their school and their fate before encountering them (in which case the solution also becomes a matter of player skill rather than impossible guessing).A mood of confusion? Remembering for what? Lots of blue concentrate belonephobic platipusmen conducting apocryphal make up design sessions to confidante the confederacy of the melonic fragmentated shoe strings.