No, the title of this post does not refer to some cloud fundraising operation used by unappreciated creative types to raise undeserved cash for their unworthy projects. Rather, I am trying to figuratively kickstart my blogging endeavors by purchasing a book that I am certain will irritate me to the point where I will be forced to eloquize my misery in print. Which is to say, I've just ordered the C&C Castle Keepers Guide,* so be prepared for a boatload of ranting when this puppy finally arrives.
I have in the past tried to express my appreciation of the Castles & Crusades game, and yet somehow each effort has yielded a blathering screed on the various stylistic deficiencies of the game's rulebooks. Plus it doesn't help that C&C chose to join the Rogue camp.
But at this moment, I am truly and deeply open to the possibility that I will actually be impressed with this tome when it arrives. It is my deepest hope that the Trolllord pensters have learned to hold their hands steady in the presence of a thesaurus. And that the artwork of P.B. Radley will reveal that he may actually be in possession of a soul, or is at least able to fake it on paper. Occasionally. And I even have some faint glimmering hope that the content of the book might have value too.
However, none of these are my expectation.
I expect to loathe this book because the authors and artist have failed to tailor their work to my particular preferences yet again. But my deepest fear is that I will loathe it because it will have nothing to offer. What if they boisterously purple prose of the original C&C PHB has been tempered and replaced with something rather banal? Will the content shine through or will it be found wanting? What if it's just plain old boring? That would be worst of all.
* CKG doesn't quite roll off the tongue like DMG, eh?