Inspired by the words of my inspirational wife, last night I began a quest into my own past. It is a quest sure to fraught with peril (is anything ever “fraught” with anything but peril?), for I see the perfect storm of pure awesomeness, the trifecta of all that is cool and righteous, and the very pinnacle of the world’s hopes and dreams. I seek Dragon Ninjas of the Undead!
DNotU is an over-the-top fantasy setting I made up as a joke while working at Fantasy Flight Games. The world captured the coolness of dragons, mixed it with the sweetness of ninjas, and added a tub of gooey zombie goodness. Somewhat to my surprise, the idea had legs. They were short, stubby, Hobbit-legs, but those who got it really got it, and were morbidly interested in seeing where I could go with it. When I moved on from FFG, the boss agreed I could take DNotU with me. After all, it was just a silly joke.
And now the time has come for that seed of silliness to blossom into a mighty, man-eating zombie oak of silliness. Only… I can’t find my notes. I could have sworn they were on my hard drive here. But though I was up past my bed time looking for ’em, they never turned up. Maybe they’re lurking, ninja-like and patient, on one of the old computers in the basement. The quest continues!
In the meantime, dear reader, if you happen to have that original post from 2002 lurking on your computer, please send it to me, and I’ll give you a prize.
