Ahar, me hearties, tis September 19th, the day when all ye scurvy landlubbers can talk like we swashbuckling sea dogs!
So no more talk of gold pieces or longswords - tis pieces of eight and cutlasses today. I'll be drinkin' rum in Port Royal afore raising the Jolly Roger and settin' sail for a raid on a Spanish galleon or two.
Last one up the old sea dog gets a lick of the cat!
Strange Stars Review Roundout - GusL over at the *Dungeon of Signs* wrote a thorough review of *Strange Stars OSR* yesterday that you should read if you haven't. You should also stay to...
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