#wizard of ops

[fantasyfantasygames]

Pure Dysfunction

Pure Dysfunction, stop bothering me about a name games, 2017

Written by a game designer who had been to one too many bad cons, Pure Dysfunction (PD) is a game about running a gaming, comics, or other fandom convention. You play the con chair, ops, other officers, and volunteers dealing with your total inability to plan ahead.

Having been involved in the running of a con myself, it usually does not go this way, and you should thank the many people who made the event happen for their role in not having everything fall apart. This game takes all the bad stuff that happens at a dozen cons and crams them all into three (in-game) hectic days.

Your character is rated on four stats, each of which have a different scale. You have a Typing Speed (in words per minute), Sprint (in meters per second), Customer Service (rated in number of cards), and a Frustration Tolerance (rated in blocks, with 1 being good and 4 being bad) You use different resolution mechanics for each, so you'll have a deck of cards, a pair of d10s, and a Jenga tower on the table. You also may or may not have Card Access to the various rooms where events are happening, and that might change as you're forced to shuffle events from room to room. You spend an initial split of Enthusiasm and Experience on your stats - they add up to 10, but of course each stat costs differently. Completely separate from all that, you have an Archetype that determines what stuff you have access to. You might be an Otaku with a massive collection of anime and video equipment, a Tinkerer with a bajillion tools, the Dice Hoarder, etc.

The game comes with a few sample floor maps and schedules, from Genericon-sized to Gencon-sized. It also has several d66 tables of what can go wrong. The tables often point you to other tables, so generating an "encounter" (yup, they use that word on purpose) can take a few rolls. The events are mostly realistic - or maybe they're all realistic and I just haven't run into the more outlandish events. The game could run GMless if you wanted to have someone who's not in the scene play out the NPC interactions.

PD's main drawback is that it's a bit short. Much like a play about putting on a play and a movie about making movies, a game about game/anime/scifi cons only really works for people who have some experience in the arena already, or when you can provide lots of context. PD tells you what's going to happen, but if you're not familiar with the experience it's not going to give you a detailed explanation of what's going on.

Pure Dysfunction is passed around in much the same way as The Eye of Argon - photocopies of photocopies, mostly person-to-person. A number of copies were lost in 2020/21 because of the 'rona, but odds are about 100% that your ops person has a copy. Just don't bother them during the con.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hello and good morning/afternoon or evening wherever you are. I hope this isn’t a bother but can we have a doctor strange! Reader having to take down interdimensional threats like angstrom and mark variants before the time stream collapses ( kinda like spiderman long way from home. I love your work!)

A wise woman once said, “For a genius, nothing is more precious than failure.” 

For a doctor, there is no such thing as perfection–that’s why they call it “practicing medicine,” because there is always more to learn and there will always be something to improve.

Sadly, you were no longer a surgeon. Magic is the source of miracles, but even it is bound by destiny, and destiny states that you were meant to serve the world outside the operating room. Outside the realm considered “normal.” 

Being Sorcerer Supreme wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Sure, you could turn bullets into butterflies at the flick of a wrist, and yes, it’s nice being able to go anywhere without having to wait for the bus or sit still in an airplane next to a crying baby.

You prevented evil wizards from taking over the spirit and mortal world, stopped the sun from becoming a black hole more times than you can count, and outsmarted an interdimensional Eldritch abomination–

Blah blah blah. 

You missed the good old days, when you were just a student at the bottom of the food chain, when there was more to study, more to explore, more to learn. 

Humans are privileged in not having enough time to learn everything all at once. You were an unfortunate exception. With your astral projection, sleep was no longer something you worried about; while your physical form recuperated, your soul would devour all the books and ancient scriptures available. But now? You knew everything. Time is the enemy for mortal scholars, but what happens when time becomes your slave? 

The time stone has long been lost, but during the brief moments you had it, you bore witness to every branch from the tree of fate. Every probability, every parallel universe blooming with every choice made by everything and everyone in existence.

In one of those blossoms, a man named Angstrom Levy saw but a tiny fraction of eternity, and thought that he alone had unlocked the secret of the universe.

“Little fool,” you said, voice cold. 

He struggled against your binding spell but the golden strings around his neck, waist and limbs tightened in response.

“Don’t waste brain power trying to escape.” The spell that kept him in place also cut off the source of his teleportation. 

When he finally realized that there was no flaw to exploit in your ropes, he breathed out an angry “Who are you?” 

“Wow, you really tried to take over the multiverse without even knowing who I am? Very well–” You flipped your cape. “You are one of the chosen few to meet me in person. I am the Sorcerer Supreme, Master of the Mystic Arts.”

“I have never heard of you.”

You laughed at his cheap attempts to insult you. “That’s all right. I’ve been around for so long that monsters have forgotten to fear me. Soon, you will be joining them.”

“Me? You’re punishing me? What about him–what about them?” He didn’t have to say a name. You knew exactly who he meant. And that person’s alternate selves were likely already killing each other in that wasteland dimension.  

“What about them?”

Angstrom was taken aback by your words. “Mark Grayson is nothing but a pest, a-a-a darkness that ruins everything–”

“Mark Grayson is the sole existence that’s keeping this world and all the other worlds alive.”

He looked at you like you were insane.

“You really don’t know anything, do you?” 

“Know what?”

You placed your palm over his eyes, white light flashing as you force-fed memories into his head. 

Angstrom screamed in agony.

You pulled back. “Now you know the truth.”

“No… it can’t be.”

“You’re supposed to be a smarter man than this, Angstrom, do not deny what has been placed in front of you.”

“No!” He wriggled, the binds suffocated him with each movement. “It can’t be! This world, me and him, you’re telling me… you’re telling me that every bad thing that has happened to us, every single choice we made was meaningless?!”

You shrugged. “I wouldn’t say ‘meaningless.’ You and everyone else here was born for a single purpose–” You smiled and said: “Entertainment.”

Golden threads wrapped around his mouth, stopping him from shouting once again. 

“The gods are cruel, aren’t they?” You whispered. “But there’s not much we can do about that.” 

You waved your hand and he was gone. 

Time to clean up his mess.

You cracked your knuckles and opened the last world he accessed with his powers.

It wasn’t a dying Earth, but a dying universe. Even if they flew out of the Milky Way they won’t be finding anything. 

When you appeared, two of them tried to attack you but your protection spells were quicker. 

“Now gentlemen, there is no need to be rough. I’m here to send you home.”

The Mark draped in black and yellow kept his fist on your shield. “You expect me to believe that? You’re with Angstrom, aren’t you? Where is he? I'm going to kill him!”

You didn’t say anything, merely watched as he tried punching you again. 

Another Mark with a veil joined him.

Idiots.

You snapped your fingers and your shields combined to a giant dome that pushed them back. “I’m not that little red-haired playmate of yours, it’s going to take a lot more than a few hits from a Viltrumite to break down my force fields.”

You waved your arm and they started floating against their will. Even with their smart atoms, they couldn’t fly away. 

The others regarded you with anger and suspicion. 

“Who…what are you?” The Mark wearing Omni-Man’s colors demanded.

“I’m the Sorcerer Supreme.”

There was a beat before he replied, “Who?”

Your eyebrow twitched. “Look, I already dealt with Angstrom, I came here to help you get back to your respective timelines out of the goodness of my heart, mind you.”

“How about you take us to Angstrom and we don’t beat the living shit out of you?” The guy with the awful haircut said.

“I don’t think you want that.”

“I think we do,” said the bald one. 

The Invincible with his whole head covered up stepped forward. “We don’t want to fight, so just surrender.”

“Speak for yourself,” Mohawk snorted. 

“Give up,” Omni-Invincible pointed his finger at you. “You are outnumbered.”

“Oh?” Your cape fluttered behind you. “Well, you are outclassed.” 

To call what happened next a “fight” would be an insult to the word. They fell like flies in a matter of seconds. 

You sent them to their realities and once again, the multiverse was safe from destruction. With a yawn, you went back home and watched a movie. 

A/N: I've never watched the Tom Holland Spiderman films and my knowledge about Dr. Strange is limited, but I didn't want to reject these requests cause they gave me a chance to write an OP reader. Once again, liberties were taken when I made this fic. (Y/n is also lowkey inspired by the unrivaled Madam Herta.)

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[lanabenikosdoormat]

calamity 99% of the time versus the 1%

[ataraxianascendant]

[sadmages]

I miss this guy so much it's unreal

[universalrainbow]

Toy Player still has their old personality, so that means their protective anger is still there too.

They spend their time at Safe Haven being calm and docile (or playful and silly) with the kids, so it might be easy to not realize what they're capable of.

At least until the Safe Haven toys are threatened. Then they get serious.

You don't want a tall, faceless, four-armed humanoid coming after you.

(I can imagine them absolutely trashing the doctors tv head clones. If their feet act as the purple boost thing, then in theory they could also give some devestating enhanced kicks)

Toy player is incredibly nice and gentle. they do dumb stuff sure but only they are hurt. like tripping on things or bonking their head on low ceilings. One of the only reasons they are allowed to scavenge is that they ferals don't want to be anywhere near toy player. Meaning they tend to get more than what doey can. So doey see's them able to take care of themselves if only due to their size.

So for the toys its easy to see them never harming anyone.

even doey thinks they don't have a mean bone in their body.

What doey does not know is player sneaks out to go hunt the doctor.

origianly toy player only did small things. unplugging wires, painting on his screens. But then he froze doey for the first time.

BIG MISTAKE.

toy players personal goal now is to find where his little brain is and to force him to watch coacoa melon for the rest of his days.

As previously said toy players hands are grab pack hands. So they are able to use the flare hand and electric hand at will. No cooldowns needed. And originally the platforms were used by the doctor as traps. that backfired immediately as player uses them from catch any and all of his robot bodies.

They leave their outfit back in safe haven to prevent it from getting dirty. Since they dont have a way to clean them.

[r0semultiverse]

FINN HAS A KID?!

4?!

Jake?! 👀

5?!

Finn's kid on the right looks a lot like the more human version of Huntress Wizard shown in the series trailer. 👀

[beargyufairy]

Lucy Star Dress

Aquarius - The Water Bearer

Taurus - The Golden Bull

Cancer - The Great Crab

Virgo - The Maiden

Sagittarius - The Archer

Leo - The Lion

Aries - The Ram

Scorpio - The Scorpion

Gemini - The Twins

Capricorn - The Goat

[classicfilmloves]

Ray Bolger reunites with Judy on the Judy Garland Show c. 1964 ♡

[adelikashere]

Nami as a Sytherin student🍊🐍

[sheeperzzzexplorations]

I just got back into crk but I remember most of the lore from then (It was like... Two years ago? I last played?), and my team rn is so funny to me. Wdym three of the most respected and beloved cookies of the world are teamed up with a random kid with electromagic and a cupcake with anger issues that works with the same woman who killed them???

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The most dangerous duel of all.

[ariadne-mouse]

Caleb Widogast is double fireballing in the club

[socially-anxious-wizard]

When your daughter doesn't like your situationship with your Ex rival/Non-legally married and divorced Husband.

[possumcollege]

I would love to know more corn dog lore but aside from that Im curious if you have a color palette for Silo in mind and or the Wizard curse marks are they like white "tattoos" or do they very in color or have magical effects to make them standout?

Silo's usually some shade of grey w/ lighter coloration down the front from chin to knees. I don't have a firm color pallete though and it mostly depends on the feel I'm going for.

I usually draw the shoulder markings as a slightly lighter color than the body fur around them but in color I'll usually make them a more pronounced shade of whatever I tint her grey with.

The curse saddles the bearer with a permanent mark that can only be removed by fulfilling the attached conditions. The shape and presentation varies with most marks appearing as altered pigmentation or scar-like tissue. For bearers already covered in fur or hair, they may be hairless or alter hair color, with the effect extending to the skin underneath, like a birthmark or a tiger's stripes.

A particularly skilled mage can attach more complex effects like strange colors, scales, feathers, fur. A particularly vengeful one may tie in additional curses but this requires significantly more input.

In Silo and Joist's case, the "beastly and barren" part is a real premium add-on, a composite of curses that likely required the investment of live animals.

Marks that spread, change shape, or glow are possible but dynamic presentation requires constant input, making them impractical for most mages to sustain. markings that glow might have a greater effect on the bearer, but the caster would have to "feed" the process somehow.

Painful or debilitating marks and psychic effects are also possible but curses that inflict injury or draw power from the body of the bearer are illegal in most human realms. In many human settlements it's legal for vigilantes in good standing to mark pretty criminals with superficial brands, tattoos, scars, or notched ears. For some, a "reversible" curse may seem a more humane and civilized alternative.

At its heart it's just an elaborate magical "fuck you," meant to shame the bearer into compliance. For most people who feel wronged it's cheaper, easier, healthier to move on, cut losses, or write a bunch of nasty graffiti but wizards are not most people and damned if they don't want you to know it.

It's something I've wanted to explore more of in the comic but I've had so many questions about it in the meantime, I don't mind opening up the ol lore drawer.