GODS: UNTOLD Update - New Year, Same Old Us.
about 2 years ago
– Mon, Jan 22, 2024 at 09:11:43 AM
New Year, Same Old Us. One of our resolutions was to get this project into your hands as quickly as possible. To be honest, we only choose resolutions we know we can complete, is that considered cheating? C’mon, who doesn’t like those dopamine hits?
Well we are off to a great start, we are excited to inform you all that the book is COMPLETE! And not only complete but SENT TO THE PRINTERS!
It’s been a journey, your patience and support mean everything to us. As we inch ever closer to the shipment date, we will keep you in the loop.
What does that mean for now?
It’s now in the printer’s hands, the estimation is 5 weeks. Could it be less? Yes. Could it be more? Also yes. We bow and pray to the printing Gods.
You should all be receiving surveys shortly. Some of you may have already received yours through our smoke test. What is the survey for? It’s to inform us of your address or address changes, to add more goodies if you’d like, to inform us of your t-shirt size if you bought one, and to finalize shipping costs. So please be sure to fill it out to receive your order on time!
Lastly, as we are big on transparency, this means we can also pay our amazing creators! Let’s all give them a big virtual hug and a follow on their socials to continue supporting their work!
If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to reach out here or at [email protected] and we will get back to you as soon as we can.
We’re almost there and then we can all celebrate together. Until then!
With much love,
The Paganini Team
A Merry Gods: Untold Update!
about 2 years ago
– Sun, Dec 24, 2023 at 08:16:20 AM
Hello, lovely backers! It is with great tidings we bear good news and merry poetry. We hope you enjoy what we have in store for you!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a God was stirring, not even a Klaus;
The pages were drawn by the creators with care,
In hopes that PAGANINI soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of demons danced in their heads;
And Carmen in her freckles, and Ben in his ‘stache,
Had just settled down for a long winter's bash,
When out on the internet there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a deer,
Tore open my browser and threw up some beer.
Google on the breast of the new file upload
Gave the luster of mid-day to all my abode,
When, what to my wondering eyes should preview,
But a mini-pdf, and 24 stories for debut,
With a start of a map, so vivid and shiny,
I knew in a moment it must be Paganini.
More rapid than thunderbirds his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, NANOOK! now, NEMESIS! now, KHONSU and OLUKUN!
On, MORRIGAN! on DUSHARA! on, PELE and HURACAN!
To the top of the algorithm! to the top of the page!
Now read away! read away! read away all!"
As still water that before the giant serpent rise,
When they meet their maker, brings tears to eyes,
So up to the inbox, the coursers they flew,
With a pdf full of stories, and Paganini too.
And then, in a twinkling, called from the towers
A discord message, a story that was ours.
As Ben drew from hand, Pamola was bound,
Download from the pdf, Paganini was found.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blood and soot;
A bundle of Gods he had strung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler who just smoked crack.
His eyes -- how they twisted! his dimples how hollow!
His cheeks were stones, his nose molded tallow!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a snare,
And the beard of his chin, well, stare, I dare!
The stump of a violin he held tight in his paw,
And flames encircled his head in a harmonious caw;
He had a gaunt face and a skeletal form,
That cracked, when he cackled like a soul full of storm.
He was prickly and sharp, a right, gray old demon,
And I laughed when I saw him, though I was not dreamin;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And played for our souls; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up into another dimension he rose;
With a parting cackle, to his Gods he gave a whistle,
And away they spawned from a world that used thistle.
But I heard him reclaim, ere he dissolved out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT.”
What does this all mean you ask? Well, it means we are one step closer to print! All the creators have finished their work, have been given a chance for final preview, and then it’s off to the press!
Enjoy your holidays, Christmas or not, and good tidings to the New Year, Gregorian or not!
With much love,
The Paganini Stories Team
