Burlington Northern E9 at the 14th Street coach yard
Photo by D.W. Davidson
Can a fantasy roleplaying game be presented as entertainment for an audience? That question may have been answered first in Chicago in 1983 by the cast of Dungeonmaster, a live interactive improv stage production. Dungeonmaster ran for four years at the Beacon Street Theater, where it was a side trip offered to attendees of the 1983 World Fantasy Convention:
The show was revived in 2001 in Los Angeles at the Magicopolis Theater (per an article in UCLA’s Daily Bruin) and is still running today at The Vortex (top picture).
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Chicago, 1941. Photograph by John Vachon.
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I have long suspected that the owners of the rental-only apartment building across from my living room have been telling their renters that their floor-to-ceiling glass external walls are tinted and that nobody can see in. I believe I have confirmed my theory this week.
Now, it’s possible that the Nice Lesbians who previously lived on the floor below just liked wearing sports bras without shirts and Captain Underpants who lives above them likes cooking in his boxer briefs.
But Ikea Showroom Guy, who lives above Captain Underpants and whose apartment looks like he owns one (1) personal belonging that didn’t come new from Ikea and that is a skateboard, clearly believes he can’t be seen. A few days ago I passed my living room windows on the way to the kitchen to eat breakfast and found him sitting crosslegged in his giant papasan chair facing his floor to ceiling glass walls, completely naked, eating cereal.
I mean, congratulations, sir, you look great, but I may need to revisit the idea I had to hang a sign in my window announcing “Your windows aren’t tinted.” Technically the building doesn’t allow signs and it could really start a shitstorm and like, I don’t wanna shame Captain Underpants, who seems genuinely unselfconscious about his boxer-briefs, but these people deserve to know the truth.