May 10th, 2007

poetry time


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Shelly

larp question

So Scott asked an interesting question so I will ask it as well. I have a larp buddies out there and many of you have seen me play lots of different characters. What kind of characters do I play well? What kind of characters do I not do well? I have my own thoughts on this but I am interested in hearing what other folks think.