Lay it on the Table
My RPG group mercy killed our last campaign
Sometimes you gotta put a game out of its misery.
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I want to like Good Society, but I’m too cool (read: sad)
There are no truths universally acknowledged. There is just genre and politics.
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Talking ‘bout Cybergeneration
The Rascals take a detour through 1995 on their way to explore 2027.
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Rascal Catches The Last Train To Hell (via Bremen)
Caro Asercion's game of doomed musicians delivers one hell of a shot
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Being lucky and playing Steal Away Jordan
It wasn’t "an educational experience".
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It's games all the way down
Vectors of trust in Seven Part Pact and They Came To Play Ball
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Koriko magically made me excited for a solo journaling RPG
Okay, less magic and more smart layout but still.
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Memories are not always lost, sometimes they are taken
momatoes’ Farewell, Good Night is an ethereal exploration of health care, identity, and power.
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Playing games during an attempted assassination
A story I will be telling until the end of time
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In Eat the Reich, the players keep each other safe
Safety tools aren’t good enough if everyone at the table doesn't have the agency to change the game.
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Stuck in the roleplay doldrums
Inevitably, your table will fight and lose against the calendar.
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In which I try, and fail, to be evil
Deathmatch Island is the Survivor meets Battle Royale TTRPG of my dreams
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The Dead Queen’s raiment
For The Queen made a plea unto the Giants, bearing her Sword, Crown, Mask, and Voice on the journey.
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I’m the least excited member of my weekly RPG group, and that’s okay
My biggest foe yet is social anxiety.
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Organization is its own kind of game
My Blades in the Dark campaign, like most of my life, only functions because I have a Notion the size of Nebraska.
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Identity is ever changing, vampires are forever
Memory’s a fickle thing when you’re wandering the Bloodbeam Badlands