Hi Reader, Welcome back. Please, come in, sit down. We have a little brisket left over from Rosh Hashanah if you want some. It's really good. Red Raccoon Radio, the podcast for Red Raccoon Games in Bloomington, Illinois, just dropped a new episode, and I’m in it! You can catch it here. We talk about Raccoon Sky Pirates—a natural fit for them!—and my next game, Defy the Gods. Hear me in the hot seat, answering "Why should people be excited to hear from you?" Stick around for our discussion of how unconditionally our hobby embraces us, how wonderful that is, and how, unfortunately, it has a dark side when people hold on too tightly. (Looking at you, MTG Commander harassers.) Something I'd like to talk more about in the future. But the podcast is on the interwebs now. In more tangible news, my friend Ros came through for me and assembled all the remaining boxes of Raccoon Sky Pirates. This isn't Ros's first fulfillment rodeo—they've worked in warehouses. As soon as they sat down (at this very table!), they sized up my process and systematized it. I shoulda brought them in years ago. Thanks, Ros! You may have caught the words "all the remaining boxes." I’ve run out of dice, which means I’m out of complete games. I’ll get a few more dice in January, but until then— I have just 46 raccoon games left for the holidays. ​Indie Press Revolution still has a few hundred raccoons running around their shelves. But Raccoon Sky Pirates is currently their #1 top-selling game, so ... they’re going fast. Basically: If this would be the perfect gift for someone you know, order it soon. Even in January, I'll have just a few more box sets before Raccoon Sky Pirates sells out forever. Cheers, P.S. I have many more than 46 panicking raccoon pins. Treat yourself or get one for a friend! P.P.S. Happy New Year to all who celebrate! P.P.P.S. Happy International Raccoon Appreciation Day to all who celebrate! |
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