Archive for November, 2020

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Hats off to Cubicle 7!

Thursday, November 12th, 2020

For years before the pandemic, I’ve been supporting a little virtual table top system called Foundry VTT, because the main programmer Atropos seemed pretty awesome, and new stuff was being added to the system fairly quickly and regularly. During that time, I’ve seen the system grow by leaps and bounds, and since its official launch it’s become my go-to virtual system. A developer named Moo Man spent a ton of time and effort supporting WFRP4e and came up with a system that covers nearly everything and is just simply gorgeous.

Usually this is about the time a game publisher comes in and shuts everything down. Cubicle 7, however, has embraced the system and even contracted Moo Man to continue WFRP4e Foundry VTT development for them in the future. They’ve released modules for the Starter Set, Enemy in Shadows, and Rough Nights and Hard Days.

I am flabbergasted by the whole-hearted support from Cubicle 7. It may be the reason I finally switch from 2e to 4e. Thank you, Cubicle 7, for supporting the game in the way I prefer to play it, especially in these times of social distancing. Thank you.

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Martin McKenna

Monday, November 2nd, 2020

The death of Martin McKenna hit me pretty hard. He was my favorite WFRP artist and he was so young. I found him via his website in 2018 and had the pleasure of talking with him over email. I let him know how much his artwork meant to me and how Death on the Reik was my favorite RPG supplement ever, and how his artwork just captured the setting for me in a way no one else’s did. He told me he still had all of the original drawings locked away in his drawer for the past 30 years, so I made him an offer and he accepted. Over the next year or so, I also bought some artwork from Grapes of Wrath, Something Rotten in Kislev and the first Enemy Within pamphlet supplement. He took the time to autograph every one of the pieces individually.

He was one of the nicest, most down-to-earth people I’ve ever met. I still can’t believe he’s gone.