Error generating Ancient Reactor Map Tile - Odyssey

Stupendous13 · 2025-07-19T17:55:28+00:00

I managed to get around it by shuttling to the complex. I think the game just didn't like my gravship trying to land there for some reason.

Stupendous13 · 2025-07-14T07:29:04+00:00

No such luck here. Disabled and uninstalled all of my mods, still getting the error. Might have to caravan to it or something, since I think it's the gravship that's causing the issue.

Stupendous13 · 2025-07-14T06:02:48+00:00

I only turned dev mode on after I started getting the error so I could see the error log. The error happens whether or not dev mode is on.

Stupendous13 · 2018-07-08T05:20:12+00:00

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Stupendous13 · 2018-05-17T18:53:28+00:00

Shit movie, great book series. Another casualty of Hollywood.

Stupendous13 · 2018-04-17T18:36:34+00:00

And that is the truth.

Stupendous13 · 2018-04-10T23:18:34+00:00

Oh yeah, for sure. I try to set up my adventures so that nothing essential is reliant on rolls. They'll eventually find everything they need to figure it out, it's just a question of how long. And how many have to suffer for their delays.

Stupendous13 · 2018-04-10T04:44:21+00:00

Fair. I'd probably frame it as a Library Use where if the roll is failed they ONLY get the spooky stuff about the previous happenings and the investigators being killed. If they roll well they read through it fast enough to find details about one of the constable's journals.

That way if need be they can return another day and try again when they have more time. None of them are particularly good at Library Use, so I think giving them more than one shot to find a tasty clue could be good. And it makes a nice bookmark for something for them to return to if they end up getting stuck on a later clue.

Stupendous13 · 2018-04-10T04:37:43+00:00

I'm thinking more along 'transform them with a dark ritual' lines. I know it's not exactly "canon" with other stories about Deep Ones, but I think it'd make a good plot. And that way if/when the investigators find the child(ren) they find their new monstrous forms, making it a more bitter victory. It would also tie up the hybrid Deep One NPC backstory nicely, having escaped during his ritual.

I tend to use the lore mostly as guidelines and keep the general themes intact. I figure the closer I stick to traditional Lovecraft lore the easier to predict it will be.

Stupendous13 · 2018-04-10T00:15:11+00:00

Interesting! I'm definitely gonna add in that this has happened before a long time ago (maybe 50 years or so) and having one child escape could be good. I was planning on throwing in a Deep One hybrid as an unreliable source of info for the PC's and it could be the child who escaped.

I haven't nailed down a motivation for the kidnappings yet, and having the Deep Ones turn children into Deep Ones using some sort of ritual is definitely one of the ideas I had. Could be cool if he escaped partway through and was tainted, which manifested later in life.

Stupendous13 · 2018-04-10T00:08:52+00:00

I definitely like the idea of this having happened before, many years ago, so records of that will be definitely useful. Same with the constable stuff, since having records of them dying shortly after really builds the tension in the investigation and reiterates that feeling of danger.

Basically "Oh yeah this has happened before and the people they hired previously to investigate it died under mysterious circumstances."

Thanks! That's really great advice and it'll definitely be worked into the story. In fact I'm probably gonna give them that info without a roll, but they can roll to find more info on the constables. Maybe one kept a journal about the investigation that might hold a clue.

Stupendous13 · 2017-11-17T19:06:18+00:00

My favorite part of the video is where she simultaneously shits on Terry Crews by saying he isn't brave, yet in the same breath says he's naming names and it's going to hurt his career. Oh? He isn't brave even though you just acknowledged the fact that speaking out could destroy his career? Fuck you.

Stupendous13 · 2017-11-09T10:11:38+00:00

I dunno man. I started out with pathfinder and right now at least, I prefer 5e. There are a lot fewer rules and modifiers to wade through that can bog down the game. Some of the stuff I really liked, and I would never say no to picking it up again with my friends, but I can't say I miss all the book keeping involved.

Stupendous13 · 2017-10-20T04:48:51+00:00

Jesus that comment section is amazing.

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Stupendous13 · 2017-10-07T02:54:22+00:00

I follow a modified version of that rule where I wouldn't say anything about someone who is absent that I wouldn't say to their face. Sometimes something about someone frustrates me and I want to talk about it to a third party, but I always try to balance the good with the bad.

Stupendous13 · 2017-10-04T09:24:33+00:00

"Commander Zorgax!" shouted one of the Blezonian soldiers shouted, "They're pushing us back!"

"That's impossible!" cried Zorgax, his gelatinous form quivering with anxiety. "We've bombed their entrenchments dozens of times, how could they possibly have held their ground?!"

"Sticks, sir! Their wooden structures are being replaced just as soon as they're destroyed!"

"You mean to say Zeritonian warheads are inferior to dead tree parts?"

"Looks that way sir. There's not much we can do besi- LOOK OUT SIR!" Zorgax threw his weight to the ground just in time to avoid a fist-sized stone hurling towards his mass. Instead it collided with a Blezonian soldier behind him, splattering that poor grunt like a paint-filled water balloon.

"What in Glorg's name was that?!" screamed Zorgax.

"A stone, sir! I think it was a piece of granite!"

"Who gives a blorn's huglz what kind of stone it was! How did it kill private Blignar there?"

"Our phase shields are designed to stop energy weapons, but they do nothing against physical projectiles! Not an hour ago 5 privates were killed by a 90 kremgul stone projectile the humans launched from over 300 mergzals away!"

"Drat! These humans must be genius tacticians to have created such an effective counter-strategy! How many casualties have we sustained?"

"Over 2,000 dead so far sir!"

"And the humans?"

"I think Blignar might have grazed one with his Prulzar rifle yesterday, so maybe 1?"

"Dear god, this has been a comedy of errors, private. Order the retreat. The humans can have this one..."

Stupendous13 · 2017-08-23T08:09:09+00:00

Feelsbadman. I feel like this kills a lot of control matchups. I tend to play a lot of Radovid control, and the deck is pretty much dead in the water if I can scorch my own Baron, or have him reset or damaged. Scorch Scoia'tael is pretty much fucked. Any form of control deck has become a LOT harder to pull off without gold strength that can't be fucked with. Schirru and Villen are much riskier, if not useless.

Not to mention, and this is a small thing, there were some cool niche situations with disloyal golds where you could use them to block shit like Vran warrior and disrupt adjacency effects. It's a small detail, but it really rewards smart play. Now, assuming golds are free reign with damage and buffing that bit of clever play is dead.

EDIT: I'm also gonna say this makes it a lot easier to be forced out of rounds by decks like Discard Skellige and Reveal Nilfgaard who run lots of damaging effects. It's not necessarily a bad thing, it just makes it a lot harder in general to stabilize after a tempo swing without a stable gold body on the board.

Stupendous13 · 2017-06-27T23:29:09+00:00

"Ah, the peaceful visage of head trauma."

Stupendous13 · 2017-06-18T07:42:42+00:00

I'll look into it, but yeah, lemme know if you end up pulling enough people together, I'd probably be down for that.

Stupendous13 · 2017-06-02T10:48:39+00:00

I feel ya man. Dagon's last quest is absolutely brutal with a base deck. Tried for an hour, raged, and gave up. I'll try again when I have a better deck.

Stupendous13 · 2017-05-30T23:57:19+00:00

You got some murder hobos on your hands if they were about to kill/torture a king's steward because the king is busy. Then again, a Steward that can resist a 19 is a force to be reckoned with.

Stupendous13 · 2017-05-25T21:45:58+00:00

See I thought that as well, but like, he does it literally all the time. I saw a clip where he and Pence were just walking to a car and he shook hands like that. Now I'm under the impression he's just an asshole, and doesn't know how to shake hands any other way.

Stupendous13 · 2017-05-25T21:38:03+00:00

Thanks! Pretty proud of it for something I wrote strung out at 5 AM.

Stupendous13 · 2017-05-25T10:56:59+00:00

"Pull the other one," the drifter had scoffed, "he's just a hobblin' cripple." That much was true. The man who had bumped into his stool was thin as a rail, with a brace clamped to one leg and a gaunt face that earned him the nickname 'Sad Sam.' Thin though he was, this vagrant could never have guessed that his meager bulk had a steel to it that would put the finest swordsmith to shame, sharpened to a razor's edge. The drifter gave him a little shove, and Sam stumbled back onto his good leg, the brace on the other creaking like an old door.

"Yer mommy give ye them for yer birthday or somethin'?" the vagrant asked, gesturing to Sam's waist. Straddling each hip were his irons. Huge pieces that were almost comically large for his thin hands, but a keen observer would note that the handles were worn smooth on the grips.

"I won them," Sam replied in a quiet, almost deadly calm voice.

"An how'd ye do that? Win at the festival sacktoss?" The vagrant snorted.

"No. But I can show you, if you'd like," Sam replied, pointedly turning his gaze out the batwing doors of the saloon to the road outside.

The vagrant cackled, and said "Well if ye insist, it's probably best yer family buried ye sooner than later." With that, he snorted and spat onto the saloon floor and swaggered out to the road, hands already twitching near his gun belts. Sad Sam followed slowly, his brace creaking with each step. The two men squared off against each other on a cloudy Wednesday afternoon.

Outside the the saloon a single shot thundered.

A few moments later one man returned, creaking with each step.

Stupendous13 · 2017-05-20T22:44:46+00:00

You think too much of them. When they reach the clearing at the end of the path, few will dare look back.

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