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BlogNomic Ascension Addresses http://blognomic.com/ A new BlogNomic Dynasty begins whenever an Ascension Address is posted. en donotreply@blognomic.com Copyright 2019 2019-05-19T09:55:00+00:00 Much Larger than the Pyramids https://blognomic.com/archive/much_larger_than_the_pyramids https://blognomic.com/archive/much_larger_than_the_pyramids#When:11:43:00Z I gazed up at the pyramids towering above me. They weren’t the largest structures ever built. I’d commissioned larger ones myself, even before reaching my current status and power. Yet there was something special about these 4 millenia old structures. Something inspiring. “Did you know the egyptians weren’t the first civilization?” My voice startles my assistant, and she looks around nervously to see if I’m offending any locals: it would make the news. “We actually aren’t sure who is first. We remember egypt because of those. Because of the size and audacity of what they acomplished. Because they built big.” “People talk about changing the world, but all they ever change is the attitudes of the people on it. I’m going to change it. Not with words and social programs, but with tractors and spaceships. I’ll control the weather. I’ll send colonists to mars. I’ll send them to the stars. I’ll build cities in space. I’ll build them underwater.” I gaze back up at the pyramids “And no one will ever forget me.” “Where are you going to find someone who can build a city in space?” My assistant asks. I smile “Oh, I know some people who could do it, given enough money” Change Dungeon Master to “Great Eccentric” and “Adventurer” to “Contractor”. All special rules are active. Ascension Address, 2019-04-15T11:43:00+00:00 The Untamed Wilds https://blognomic.com/archive/the_untamed_wilds https://blognomic.com/archive/the_untamed_wilds#When:03:24:00Z A party of adventurers arrives in a town at the edge of civilization. What lies beyond is an endless wilderness. Very little is known about it other than that it is very large and very dangerous. Many claim it’s full of ferocious monsters. Most people would stay as far away from such a place as possible. But not our intrepid friends. Each member of the party has their own motivation for braving the Wilds. But who will return to tell of their exploits is yet to be decided. Repeal all Dynastic Rules. Replace “Detective” with “Adventurer” and “Chief” with “Dungeon Master”. Ascension Address, 2019-02-14T03:24:00+00:00 Death of a Chamberlain https://blognomic.com/archive/death_of_a_chamberlain https://blognomic.com/archive/death_of_a_chamberlain#When:10:44:00Z Two months earlier. The annual Mystery Writers’ Fundraising Dinner at Chamberlain House. Silverware glints and chinks in the candlelight, and lively conversation resounds around the enormous oak-panelled dining room as local dignitaries and police officials exchange anecdotes and questions with fiction writers and amateur detectives. The empty chair at the head of the high table remains empty, the reclusive Morgan Chamberlain IV traditionally arranging and hosting the dinner without ever attending in person. The usual jokes and rumours that Morgan secretly attends each event in disguise are muted this year by the news that the ageing financier is seriously ill, confined to bed elsewhere in the mansion. In a lull between courses, the clock having not long struck eleven, the double-doors swing open and the chief of police enters from the hallway, flanked by serious-faced uniformed officers. Three squad cars pull up outside the tall windows of Chamberlain House, their bright blue lights strobing wide across the dining room, sharp against the candlelight. Morgan Chamberlain IV has died. Replace “Attorney” with “Detective” and “Judge” with “Chief”. Ascension Address, 2019-01-21T10:44:00+00:00 Morgan Chamberlain, 1935-2018 https://blognomic.com/archive/morgan_chamberlain_1935_2018 https://blognomic.com/archive/morgan_chamberlain_1935_2018#When:20:22:00Z Some relevant selections from the obituary: Morgan Chamberlain IV, Connecticut financier, passed away on the 22nd of November, after a brief illness. They were 83. Shortly after a string of high-profile business successes in the late 1980s, Morgan retired from public view and began a reclusive life. Public records show that Morgan remained in Connecticut for the rest of their life, but specifics of their whereabouts remained unknown outside of the Chamberlain family. Dr. Chamberlain is survived by a spouse, Casey, of four years; eight children: Morgan, Benjamin, Elizabeth, Isabel, James, Joshua, Anne, and Robert, all from previous marriages, and twelve grandchildren. Meanwhile, within the newly-reconstructed City Hall: Case number 2018-1022, regarding the estate of Morgan Chamberlain IV, begins to be heard. The courtroom is already at capacity with lawyers representing parties who would love to materialize any claim they have on the sizeable fortune of the deceased. Replace “Activist” with “Attorney” and “Veteran” with “Judge”.   Ascension Address, 2018-11-23T20:22:00+00:00 The Crash https://blognomic.com/archive/the_crash https://blognomic.com/archive/the_crash#When:16:22:00Z A master control anomaly somewhere in the depths of a server warehouse, and a glittering chain snaps, sending a spike and then a crash around the world, computers reacting and counter-reacting in milliseconds. Currencies veer and slide in the darkness, but as the sun breaks over the larger cities, the system begins to correct itself at a slow and human speed. A response is drawn up, somewhere just off the grid. A ragged group gather around a trestle table in a squatted warehouse in a city where dawn is yet to break, and bring their plans forward. Replace “Program” with “Activist” and “Flynn” with “Veteran”. Ascension Address, 2018-10-19T16:22:00+00:00 The Leftovers https://blognomic.com/archive/the_leftovers https://blognomic.com/archive/the_leftovers#When:00:49:00Z The extinction left no life behind; all that remains are computers and possibly robotic “life”. Repeal all Dynastic rules and change “Monolith” to “Flynn” and “Ape” to “Program” Ascension Address, 2018-09-27T00:49:00+00:00 Homo Blognomicus https://blognomic.com/archive/homo_blognomicus https://blognomic.com/archive/homo_blognomicus#When:12:18:25Z Damn humans, trying to become immortal and stuff! This is getting out of control. Time to hit the big reset button and start from scratch. *SWOOPITY SWOOP* There we go. And now, lets see how it goes with these new ones… Replace “Mortal” with “Ape” and “Immortal” with “Monolith” Ascension Address, 2018-08-29T12:18:25+00:00 History Repeats Itself . . . Forever https://blognomic.com/archive/history_repeats_itself_._._._forever https://blognomic.com/archive/history_repeats_itself_._._._forever#When:22:13:00Z The Wizard’s Rule over the land gradually faded as they had reached a balance. It was said some still lived on after cutting off their mortal ties and earthly attachments to the world. Some were even rumored to remain to guide others to the foreverlife.———- “So you think you’ve got what it takes to be immortal do you? You become immortal just because you were a Wizard now. You’ve got to think infinitly and be outside of time just to continue existing. You can’t just sit still and let time catch up to you, you’ve got to run away from it for the rest of your immortal life!” Repeal all Dynastic rules. Rename Historian to Immortal and Wizard to Mortal. Ascension Address, 2018-08-01T22:13:00+00:00 A Tome and a Legend https://blognomic.com/archive/a_tome_and_a_legend https://blognomic.com/archive/a_tome_and_a_legend#When:16:07:00Z Upon returning from my voyages, I received word that an old aunt had perished from consumption. I mourned this loss, but there was nothing to be done about it. The executor visited me shortly afterwords, delivering a stack of old books. Aunty Neddy always had odd interests. The oldest book I’d never seen before. when I opened it, the archaic runes on the page stared back at me, signifying nothing. And then they shifted, and I could read of the ancient people who made this book. It spoke of cities, so long lost to history that this was perhaps the only record of them. It spoke of the wizards. These wizards found safe valleys, fertile mountains, and majestic rivers for the people to settle in. They led small bands to become thriving villages. They guided young peasants to become Wise Kings, Witty Playwrights, and Cunning Architechs. They dethroned idolent kings, provoked starving peasants into revolution, and brokered alliances. They placed monsters to guard to terrorize towns, and sent heroes on quests. And they told stories about their deeds. With the short lives of the common folk, five generations is enough to rewrite history. The word of the book didn’t just change that first time. Replace the term Narrator with “Historian”, and “Sailor” with “Wizard”. We are keeping the rule “No Lame Scams” Ascension Address, 2018-06-19T16:07:00+00:00 Call Me Ishmael https://blognomic.com/archive/call_me_ishmael https://blognomic.com/archive/call_me_ishmael#When:08:22:00Z Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having a full purse following a modest and unexpected victory at the card table, the notion finally arrived in my tired head to leave this island. As it was the fledgling city of Auld Anchorage had set down only the beginnings of its wharves and factories at that time, clustered like barnacles across the island’s great sloping rocks. The few ships in its bay were cast up like driftwood, having arrived with the island’s settlers and remaining in no great hurry to raise their sails, if they had sails to raise. I had crewed one of those first ships, a terrible ship, now foundered and wrecked somewhere far from the shore and from the sun, and washing ashore I set up home on this island, vowing never to return to the broader waters of the world. But the winds of that world were changing, and this great creaking galleon of the city was tacking with them, and I knew that it would not always hold a bunk for me. While I had sworn I would never take back up the spike or the harpoon, providence had that night given me the means to leave Auld Anchorage as a passenger, that I might buy my route to a home somewhere else in the discordant fleet of islands that formed this golden archipelago. Walking in the drowsy morning light from Fluke Hill down through Killick, I arrived at the harbour. Discounting the trading ships who could not be persuaded to slow their journeys, and passing the rotten hulks abandoned to the gulls, I stopped at a pier crowded with crates and provisions and a crew just shy of a dozen. Their stocky dark-wooded ship was the Haniver, and from the great barbs stacked along the gunwale, I knew that this ship more than any other would be easily led. Replace the term “King” with “Narrator”, and “Pawn” with “Sailor”. Ascension Address, 2018-05-06T08:22:00+00:00