If There's No Game, Isn't

If You're Trying To Take A Roomful Of People By Surprise, It's A Lot Easier To Hit Your Targets If You Don't Yell Going Through The Door.

When You Choose An Action, You Choose The Consequences Of That Action.

He's Not Too Short. He's Just... Concentrated.

His Outflung Hands Traced Over The Threads Of His Rug, Passed Loop By Loop Through Some Patient Woman's Hands. Or Maybe She Hadn't Been Patient. Maybe She'd Been Tired, Or Irritated, Or Distracted, Or Hungry, Or Angry. Maybe She Had Been Dying. But Her Hands Had Kept Moving, All The Same.

Never Argue With A Pedant Over Nomenclature. It Wastes Your Time And Annoys The Pedant.