Sunday, July 26, 2015

Incorporating Dungeons & Dragons into the Classroom Setting

                For the past few weeks, I have been playing Dungeons & Dragons with Chucky, the kid I tutor after school on Saturdays. I have had a lot of great sessions with Chucky: reading Asimov’s Nightfall; talking about dystopian fiction like 1984, Fahrenheit 451; having Chucky teach me about Chinese history (especially the juicy bits about the many dynasties and the atrocities of the cultural revolution - Mao’s tyrannical doing); getting a better understanding of how Chinese education works (for better and for worse); reliving the cruel nature of the SAT through the many reading and grammatical exercises we’ve worked on; working on innovative essays; chatting about Yu-Gi-Oh cards; playing with legos and robots; comparing our vastly different cultures; learning not for the sake of learning, but for the passion of better understanding that which we shall never understand - the existential angst of the godless man searching for meaning past dogmatic slavery. This past Saturday, Chucky and I completed our final session in our first installment of DND, which I hope we will continue soon. Starting off, this is a story I had Chucky write for introducing his character: the enchanter wizard Charles (and as you will be able to tell, Chucky used the plot from Hellboy to make this story)


“Something about the wizard Charles

His name is Charles, he was born in the world of D&D.

Charles once worked for a famous designing company, he is

especially good at designing and building complex machines.

Unlike his colleagues, he believes in the power of magic spells

and magic tools. Sometimes, he would put some spells into the

machine, and lucky, the machines worked well. He became very

famous, known as “the wizard mechanic”

However, war started, the emperor asked Charles to design a

war machine, a kind of robot that’s nearly impossible to destroy,

so he did, he created “The golden army”

With the help of the golden army, the emperor won the war.

worship the god of greedy.

After 5 years, he came back for revenge. He destroyed the

golden army and he murdered the king. In the end, he left the

city, put on an old robe, and started to wander in the world of

D&D.

 Charles is very kind, and he always helps others, as long as

he can reap profit. “

I showed Chucky a map of what we would be conquering and he built a lego set so we could move the legomen around and about:



                Our mission consisted mainly of speechcraft, an objective of finding three ancient keys which required Charles to fool the heads of the family into giving him their ancestor’s relic. To be fair, I am pretty laid back in how I construct my DND narrative (note: I use the 2nd edition rulebook as my guide, but at the end of the day, I make the fucking rules and what I say is the god damn law of the decrepit land). By the beginning of our final mission, Charles obtained the key from the Megnaniums and the Crobats, and only had left the key from the Sunfloras (note: these family names are taken from second generation pokemon…for those who can’t follow such complex allusions): the gender neutral family whose head, Rainbow, was very confusing to Chucky because he did not understand how someone could identify as genderless. Here is my write-up for our final mission, that was used alongside my flawless improvising.

Final Key
-Meet Pyro next to the monument. Wants to sell lighter fluid at a ridiculous price. Can roll (>9) will lower the price to a quarter. Guards approach as sale goes down; Pyro runs away with the lighter fluid and money. Can roll (>18) and they will let you be. If you fail this interaction:
                -In the prison, talk to the prisoner who goes by the name of X. He says they can team up to take down the guards. You can talk to a guard and convince him to give you a key out (>13). If this doesn’t work, the other option is to lure the guard over to the cell and attack him through the bars and take the key from his unconscious body. As you get to the gate to get back to the city, a guard stops you saying you don’t look familiar. Either roll a (>10) or you must run away and go into the sewer. Down there talk to the hobo and he will help you with how to get back to the surface.
-When free or if you avoid the prison encounter, head to the fields at night and begin dousing the crops with lighter fluid. Cid Meganium will approach you from behind and tell you to leave or you will have to fight him. You can talk him down (>12) and if this does not work you will need to kill him and throw his body onto the crops before burning. Drop the match and set the fields ablaze…running away for the night. When it is morning, go back to the Crobats and report what you have done. From here, he will give you the final key. Head out to the lake and you will notice guards spread throughout. Try to hide from them. Talk to a man carrying pots and with (>7) he will let you blend in with him. If you can’t do this, your other option is to go through back streets and find your way to the lake. Once at the lake, you will see Ted and he will help you put the keys together.


Battle
Upon the assembling of the keys, four beasts will rise up from the lake and engage in battle. Their stats/ attacks are as follows (note: Charles takes half magical damage if he rolls >11)

Ally: Ted – Summon 1 ~ Goblins (1d6 for quantity) HP: 4 / AC:10 / Thaco:20 / 1d4
-Summon 2 ~ Ogres (1d4 for quantity) HP: 8 / AC:8 / Thaco:16 / Attack:1d6

Enemies:
·         Red Draconous / HP: 15 / AC:10 / Thaco: 20 / Melee attack: 1d4/ Spell (capacity:6) : Fireball ~ 2d4, plus 1d4 firee damage for 3 consecutive turns (if a failure in saving throw)
·         Yellow Disease / HP:15 / Ac:10 / Thaco:20 / Melee attack: 1d6 / Spell (capacity:3) : Lightning bolt ~ 2d4 damage plus paralyze for one turn (if failure in saving throw)
·         Blue Diamond / HP:15 / AC:10 / Thaco:20 / Melee attack:1d6 / Spell (capacity:3) : Frozen bolt ~2d4 damage plus freeze for one turn (if failure in saving throw)
·         Black Dick / HP:30 / AC:6 / Thaco:15 / Melee attack:1d12

Aftermath
                After defeating the monsters, Ted and Charles descend further into the lake and come across a giant door. Charles opens with hesitation and finds an ancient tomb inside. In the middle of the tomb is a colossal sarcophagus and the y take back the top and look inside. There is a mummified body wearing a crown holding a golden staff decorated in rubies and sapphires. Ted takes it and points it to Charle’s face. This man was put here long before the fishermen who formed this city were here. This corpse before you was once the most powerful wizard in the land and he ruled with an iron fist. All the people of our ancient world were his servants and they responded to his every command. No man has attempted to ravage his tomb, either from fear or lack of knowledge. I came across the story of this man’s staff from an elder, who I murdered immediately after so he would tell no one else. That man was my master: Sorgan Decaprio. He did not die in vain though, I shall assure you of that. I’ll be taking this if you care for your well-being. Normally I would take your life, but I like you kid and I think you have some potential. I hope you can harbor your anger from this betrayal and one day use it against me for an epic battle. For now, I will use this staff and harbor its forgotten powers hoping to rule this land for time to come. The end of times is upon…forever, and after. A flash of light, darkness soon following.

                Charles awaken in a bed and see food next to his person. As he starts eating, mayor Ivonov appears from the door; Charles looks around and notices there are no walls around him…this is a destroyed house. This is all that’s left of my once fair town. Sir Ted has struck down all the people houses, just leaving me so I could attend to you in this hollow room until you awaken. There is the city of Assad south of here and he left two horses alive. WE will travel there together but we must make haste; Ted’s power is increasing rapidly and I’m afraid we were too late the moment he put his hand on the rod. What compelled you to trust such a foul man?

                They ride off into the sun, and they head for Assad. They soon come across a giant forest and Ivonov looks back at Charles. The city is on the other side of here, we must battle through the find the entrance. There ae many creatures in there: both friends and enemies. Are you prepared my child?

                We had a great campaign for what it lasted, and if I choose to continue Chucky in the fall alongside my university gig, we will continue the story where we left off. For the next monh, we will read/analyze A Streetcar Named Desire.



                I also used the DND model at my current employment; a presentation for the students’ parents. The realization I could mold such a creation dawned upon me the bus ride to school (note: certainly coffee and god’s green land assisted this manifestation of greatness). I jammed together both a simple board game of rolling dice for movement, same concept as snakes and ladders, with the level-gaining and combat of any traditional RPG. Here is the image of the completed project I showcased:



                Hard to read, but here is the basic set-up:
-First: I split the kids into two groups. They roll a D20 to determine who goes first.
-Second: losing team asks the opposing team a question (one that comes from the school’s selected texts because I am a fucking corporate slave the time being) and the opposing team answers.
-Third: whoever answers rolls a D20: this accounts for movement
                -1 equates to no movement
                -2~12 you roll a D6 to determine movement
                -13~19 you roll 2D6 to determine movement
                -20 you roll 3D6 to determine movement
                -(note: at one point,  I had parents roll to determine movement and the response from both student/parent was too fucking hilarious for words. Chinese kids never talk back to their parents, but in such a heated debacle, these kids let loose if their parents rolled jackshit)
-Fourth: upon moving they receive one of five options
                -Nothing, as it is
                -Experience boost
                -Roll again
                -Lose a turn
                -Teleportation
-Fifth: when someone gets to the end of the line, the winning team gains a 5000 exp boost and the game restarts with the losing team going first.
-Sixth: at the conclusion of the game (when class time commences), the two teams fight, and they roll aD20 to determine who strikes first. Their stats are as follows (note: level 2 is at 500 exp and every corresponding level is the previous level multiplied by 2)
                -HP: 15 (+3 for each additional level)
                -Attack: 1d6 (+1d6 for each additional level)
                -Defense: 0 (+2 for each additional level)


                And that’s the conclusion of introducing RPGs into the classroom, something I would have thought unimaginable in the learning environment regardless the practicality of implementing the learning into the students. I just hope I will be able to use this in my graduate seminar come this Fall. Cheers friends, and may the force be with yah. 

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Poetry in Progress III

The Path; The Way; The Course Taken
I know what I should do
Tis a matter of what I know
And what is done
Two separate binaries
Zero correlation
How to put these together?

That’s my task as of recent
I know there’s some way to put them together
Has to be
Research points to yes
An indefinite confirmation waiting to be found
It’s out there
Somewhere, just don’t know where but
Somewhere, it’s a place to start
So I know the path
It’s there
Hanging out there
Now, what way brings me to the path
I see it
Hanging out there
Far off in the distance
Clouds covering the subtle beast
Mongst the mist
Between velvet sheets a many
Sitting there
Pondering off in the distance
Asking me to tag along
The journey to come

The course taken is one not of the path
Nor the way
It’s a course taken my own direction
My own dictation of things unfolding into
Nothingness
Plain and simple
The way I like it
Sitting there
Pondering there
Asking questions and wanting no answers
It’s a course for now
The path is there
The way is there
But for now
I take my course
Looking off to the way
Following this path
Letting things happen

As they do

18th Hour
She will walk through
This door
I am sure
Until then
I puff, pass, puff
Put out
A knock, emerges

Put it all away
Any excess thoughts
Thinking simply
What will I eat for dinner?
What’s the weather like today?
How was your day?
My day was fine,
Will I ever fulfill my full potential?
Strike the last one out of thought
Simple solutions
Void of much thought

She is looking lovely
Makeup done the way I like it and
Cleavage to tease me
Licking her lips
Knowing I won’t be going down on them
Tonight

Midsummers evening
Too hot for the likes of me
Sweating direly
Sipping on warmed tea
Faint glances made to me
Wondering what’s going on in her mind
And when I’ll get under her skirt

Cat meows
Radio plays
Wildling through
The days
Red Maos
Dirty bays
Drifting through
The ways

Hands turning
That bastard clock never right
Time irrelevant
No matter
I continue
The best to my ability
Knowing nothing else
This is my knowing
Touching myself discreetly

She strolls sweet eternity
This hollow room
I am sure
Now is then, then is now
I puff, puff, puff
Put out the brain
A meaning, emerges

Tire
Sleepy today
Nestled inside
I don’t want to hide
But I can’t write
Express myself
Not today
Too many thoughts to think
And not enough to stencil in
Between their stenches when
Smelling roses
My primary desire
Nothing in bloom
Though
Desolate wasteland
Finding myself here
Questioning
A beer and fag in hand
Pissed as
Playing with kitty
Seventh Hour
Time passing
Faster right now
Why can’t it go by slower?
Wish it would just hurry up!
Ready for
Sleeping
Dreams to wish away the day
What a time it was
Ready for the next
Done with this
Keep drinking
Won’t do
Still up
Thinking now
Ha, now that’s a queer thought
Thinking
About what, exactly?
Unsure, still
Thinking
Not moving
Or doing anything towards any progression in living
Now that would be something
A thing quite strange and foreign to someone like me
Eighth hour now
Or is it the ninth?
Can’t be bothered thinking such thoughts
When there are other things to think about
Like the thing I never did
That I god damn well should have
Remain regretting
Revisited hollows
No matter
Pondering
If this was that and that
Turned out to be those
What will be was what was done
Surely, that is the way it is
And, still
Nothing better to do
Than sitting here
Wondering
At this moment
What else I could have done to diverge from this path
I saw the edge of the cliff ages ago
Knew it was coming to this
This purgatory of constantly being ready to fall
Anticipating the plunge
The bends that would follow
I went to university for hrist’s sake
What else could be expected of me?
I’ve got this job
It’s not the best I could find
There were other options
Down the line
I know I could do better
This is it
However
What it is
Little boxes
Nestled inside
Finding the comfort in what I have
Munching poison
Inhaling toxins
A sickly body is this
It tires me
But I am tired
Tired of caring
Tired of trying
Tired of speaking
Tired of being tired
Plain tired
Tired as tired can be
So nothing else to say
Thrusting down: the weary pen
I remain here: my dreary den

Sunshone
Cold days abandoned
Here comes the sun
Over crescent mount Tai
Above pyramids plundering

Shine silence
A gay feeling inside
Crazy Island I call home
Shadows shone sea holm

Aqua sea foam shame
Consciousness exchanged
Idealness received
Happiness aggrieved

I prayed for the warmth
And now that it is here
Humility soaks the sickened skin drought
Intuition speaks silently of secret doubt

Stoned Forest
Smoke life until death amongst the smiling grasses this stoned forest the stone figures embracing a lover’s quarrel  the marriage no parole left wondering I toss the half-smoked reefer spliff into the depths of the pond marvel the granite formations raising against god’s blue sky the sun blinds my eyes as the irises zoom in on the beauty the whole god damn scene radiating brilliance no life rests in the waters below none living in the clouds above I continue walking down that grassy road viewing those manmade mountains not a worry in the world a couple approached me knowing not my tongue providing astute pantomiming their request a simple picture I comply and snap a few iconic shots of the lovers against the backdrop of endless granite oasis the scene painting the lover’s quarrel those two stones lips extended never touching I return the phone they smile and I continue on my merry way I spot a casual coffee joint in the distance and decide best to spend some time here too bothered looking at manmade stones for miles and miles instead a whiskey please and a cup of Joe they follow my order soon after sitting there peacefully a man approaches me with other men asks if they can join and of course I invite them to sit down they want to see how much I can drink so I do as I am told beating them to the punch pushing back the liquor quick as the hands can move and throat react smiling only chaser a cup of Joe can feel it in my liver and the acid reflux that follows these fools before me know not my ability I wager a bet they refuse walk off and I sit there alone looking out at those stones a many light up a fag wondering if it’ll ever end and why they are there
And I ask for my bill
And I leave
And I anticipate going back
Back to this magical forest
A Narnia in Eden
But I’ve other things
Things of importance
That take away my time now
For the time being


Hu Men
They pat down the crowd
I approach
White face and all
Not a finger on my fabric
Here I am
Plentiful Wasteland
Flowers in bloom
Came as they were
As they should be
I see his face across the way
Here I am
Walking on cement
Here I am
Waiting for the exit
Here I am
There are happy families a many
Not a care in the world
Little emperors strutting this way and that
I know deep down
Something is odd here
History erased built anew
A tarnished image
Of an ideal world
I am strolling
Here, I am strolling
Trying not to think
Basking in the sun
Ancient red sun oppressive blaze cast down
Memories sweat from these porcelain glands
I take a photo mongst the flowers
And snap a picture of the
Forbidden City
Tarnished, and built anew

End
It doesn’t need an ending:
Not now;
Not yet;
Not ever.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Another

It’s been ages since I’ve done a proper post about the China experience. I think I’m due for a quick dissertation on…well I’m not sure on what I’m just gonna write bout this, that, all of the above, and just see what happens. Let us start with the surveillance issue as of late; a problem revealing itself immensely in the wake of the new mayor (at least I think it’s a new mayor, that’s the issue you deal with having a Chinese person with - let’s say decent because I’m being nice - English describe what’s happening in the world o’ China). The Big Brother dilemma was already becoming prevalent enough with the witch hunt against the only decent foreign band (R.I.P.), but a new law goes against street vendors; an effort hoping to modernize the aesthetic look of Dalian since this is a tourist city, and we all know how much the Chinese love their ‘communist’ commercialism. Now my facts on the subject are a bit shaky, because again I’m getting my information through a Chinese person and can’t look up the news myself because the Chinese government is ‘smooth’ (take notes, NSA!). Street vendors are no longer allowed to sell any goods on the streets, whereas before there were numerous stands for fruits, vegetables, cheap meals, garbage accessories, etc. These are honest people trying to make a living and they sold decent stuff for quite a bargain. You can buy a decent meal on the street for a dollar fifty USD and that’s not half bad when you haven’t the time to cook nor want anymore of that Mcdonalds or the like. There are still farmers markets, and plenty of people go on selling they goods on the street since ain’t nobody be giving a single fuck what the law has to say- this is China after all -  though tis odd how it has dramatically shaped the landscape around my house. I previously had to walk on the road instead of sidewalk near my house because it was too crammed with street vendors. This proved tiresome, always is a pain all these crowds around anywhere you find yourself walking, yet it breathed a certain life into Dalian that you can’t find back in the states. The street I live once possessed a kind of flavor, peculiar taste, a reminder I was in China and not some Western city, and now that feeling is gone walking down these empty streets, still packed with more people than wanted for one who lives the solitary life, though a feel an indescribable emptiness without those merchants shouting this way and that. Yesterday, I passed by the shoe tailor and saw two police officers talking to him, certainly the cops in charge of cracking down on street vendors since most police here just chain smoke cigarettes at headquarters and can't be fucked doing any real work (note: no complaints about the majority of policefolk here, rather they do nothing than be an angry prick on a power trip). Today, I passed the tailor again and his shack was gone and still he sat on the sidewalk with his leathers and wears, ready for another day. There was a frown, hiding but there, perhaps because he knew when they came back it would be over for him...already warned, and hopefully for his well-being, already forgotten. 
 I went to the zoo the other day with my girlfriend because I was given a Saturday off for dragon boat festival and normally I don’t have weekends off which are conveniently the days she has off (same as everybody else, but that’s the price you pay working at a training school and working a whole 16 hours a week). I went in with low expectations since watching animals in captivity never interested me much, but for what it was worth, the time was well spent observing these creatures a many. The Thailand elephant show was especially interesting






The best part of the show was when they called for volunteers and three people came down. The elephant grasped the women’s boobs and when it got to the Chinese man, it grazed his cock, stopped, continued the touching, stopped, once more, walk on, end of show, have a good night and watch your step. The man was too far away for me to see his reaction, but I am sure he was shitting his pants, as any man would a giant beast such as that huge paw up and down that fragile shaft of yours. The monkey exhibit also caught my interest since there was such a variety of the furry creatures:








Finally, I wanted to have a spiritual connection with my brothers and sisters (the pandas: my Chinese spirit animal; as opposed to my Western kin: the snow owl). I experienced the same reality here as was the case at the Qingdao zoo; the pandas are fucking miserable in this contained environment and want nothing to do with it. Perhaps I just don’t know pandas well enough. After all, I’ve never had a good chat with a panda; however, a particular certainty tells me these majestic prophets hate this fucking captivity and wish to be free. Does my heart wrong, but hey, I took pictures:




                I miss a decent beer, lease a mildly good beer that doesn’t cost me an arm and a leg to get drunk on. I used to think American macrobrews were utter shit (because they are), but living here long enough has made me enjoy the tastes of foul concoctions such as Budweiser, Coors, Pabst, etc. Drink a 6-pack of Snow beer in one sitting, and follow it up with a nice cold Budweiser…you’ll see the magnificent difference. I remember being thrilled at first how cheap beer is in China, and a month later I had to accept the awful nature of their piss water. I have actually come to conclusion they make snow beer by drinking an American beer and then urinating into a can. Try a TsingTao (yes it’s disgusting, but its fair game here), and then imagine a beer that somehow tastes even worse than that. You will really need some vivid imagination to understand what Snow beer is like until you try it. In TsingTao’s defence, I went to their brewery and it was super cool plus the ‘raw beer’ they had there was quite delicious



I have been ordering IPAs off the Chinese version of Amazon, and it does the trick, but I can’t be fucked buying beer on the internet that often. I even paid out the ass (around 10 USD) for a single bottle of Dogfish Head 90 minute Imperial IPA while in Beijing…because it’s really just that good


The Chinese version of liquor, Bahjiu, is even worse. Averaging at 104 proof and tasting of car oil (haven’t tried car oil but honestly it may go down smoother), Bahjiu is the foulest shit on earth. It’ll get yah drunk, and you’ll be having a shit time in no time. This stuff is a last resort when I want to get plastered and am too cheap to buy a bottle of Jose Cuervo. I certainly become intoxicated in a moment’s notice, but is it really worth it? Not in the least.
               
                My favorite class at my kindergarten graduates next week



These kids were the only decent part of that kindergarten; the other three classes I have there are a pain in my arse but that may also be because those kids are between 2-4 and the teaching assistants do fuck all in helping a brother out. Weird to think I have been here 10 months now, and in 2 months I will be teaching at Dongcai University of Finance of Economics. I was informed the other day I will have a few graduate courses I will be teaching and this truly blew my mind. Just 2 years ago, I was sitting in a classroom being taught Literature and now I will be getting paid well to teach Chinese graduate students American Literature and writing. I still remember the summer following my graduation; drowning in existential angst of what the future will bring a student of Literature. Perhaps if I was a better student, there would be greater opportunities for me, but I spent that summer washing dishes on minimum wage and doing anything that would get me high and forget about the foreboding doom. I recall driving with Dr. Hobby to the mountains with a classmate and we discussed with him where to go from here. He had told us our degrees were meaningless because the true key to success was our personalities and how right he was. I spent 4 years in college pursuing something that interested me, and I am still going after a life that is entertaining for me rather than some boring desk job where the hours brood me by as I contemplate which meat to consume that evening for dinner. Things have worked out, least for now. Today I saw a Chinese fellow wearing a Beckett tee that read my favorite quote by the master: “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”