May 13th, 1998 Mission Report – Operation Sweeper Captain Marcus J. Taylor, Reporting Additional Comments: Advertisements
Day 187 of exile in this shithole:
EVERYTHING WANTS A PIECE OF MEE!!! Not in the “oh Albrecht, you’re soo a hand-some, please plow me vigorously” kind of way but in the “oh Albrecht, you’re so tasty, let us drag you to our cold, black den and devour you” kind of way! I’m not sure what I have gotten myself into, but if I live I am going to give that hag at the Bathory & Cage a piece of my not in-considerable mind!
I woke to the ringing of bells (looking back as I write this, I’d say that was probably the least fucked up morning call I could have expected). I was dizzy, disoriented. I had no idea were I was. I tried to sit up and, immediately upon the attempt, was sick into an empty bucket that lay nearby.
I was briefly a part of a discussion on one of the many fine Facebook Groups dedicated to the hobby. The topic was on the perennial debate over style of play in role-playing games. It was all good stuff, but one commentator stood out to me. This individual, quite directly, stated that they come to a table to play a game and not engage in any story-telling hogwash (I’m paraphrasing). I didn’t respond at the time, not wanting to be drawn into a style-war sort of argument, but it did get me thinking.
Thus, having percolated a bit, I would like to start with this: play as thou wilt.
Recently I found myself tinkering with some new ideas. At first, I was quite jazzed by what I was working with – these ideas, for me, were different than my usual fare. I started to iterate and expand the ideas…until I realized that I had begun singing the same old song… (more…)