🌈🚀 Reliable wonder engine. I make narrative role-playing games that imagine a weirder, queerer, more connected world.
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Hi Reader, Welcome! Please, come in. Help yourself to snacks. I cut some daffodils and put them in a mason jar with clean water. I think daffs like a simple presentation, don't you? Guess what. The number of guests at our house has increased recently. Spring has sprung. Three days ago, Udo (our aging husky) found tiny rabbits. They're cottontails. Just three days old at the time, I'm guessing. They're snug in a hole Udo dug under our back deck. Well, it was his hole. Now it's their nest. He started to remove them (surprisingly carefully), but I pulled him away and put them back. We're pretty sure Mama Bun has come back to feed them, but we won't bother them for at least two weeks. This has also put a moratorium on lawn-mowing, which I can't say I'm sad about. We want to care for our new tenants, right? I admit it's hard to segue from that. There's really nothing about the bunnies that relates to tabletop role-playing games. I just had to tell you. Here, in brief, is what else is going on around here:
Last, I'm in the middle of a great game of Dream Askew, by Avery Alder. It's slice-of-life in an unevenly distributed apocalypse. It's full of wonderful weirdness. The world is crumbling, and we the players are finding new ways to be in community with each other. It's just amazing what new life is right under our feet, under our noses, or in our veins. Before we meet again this spring, I hope you find some renewal in your life—even if it's not tiny rabbits. I say, get into a game with good friends. That's a solid place to start. What you imagine today could become reality by this time next spring. Cheers, P.S. I'm spending a lot of time these days fulfilling orders for Raccoon Sky Pirates—which I love. If you know anyone who hasn't yet felt the joy of being a flying chaos gremlin, point them to IPR's website! |
Everlasting, Neverending Game Night
🌈🚀 Reliable wonder engine. I make narrative role-playing games that imagine a weirder, queerer, more connected world.
Hi Reader, Welcome! Please, come in. Have some fizzy water. It's so hot outside. A neighbor gave me a bouquet of zinnias—they're in a jam jar on the table. Do you ever check out—dissociate—when you should be concentrating? Time you urgently need tickscdcr5t by and by. And then you realize you're doing it, and you feel like you're falling into quicksand? No? Just me? Then have you ever felt the opposite? You suddenly find yourself dialed in, not just mentally but emotionally? And something...
Hi Reader, Welcome! Please come in. It's been raining out, and the air smells clean. Here on the table, a tall glass bottle has a stalk of creeping bellflower. Apparently it's a noxious weed, but I admire weeds. They just don't care where you think they're supposed to be. They're irrepressible. Last week, Thursday through Sunday, I exhibited at Origins Game Fair. And I have to say, I love this con so much. The people, the vibe. Everyone’s excited to be there. I met tons of new queer people....
Hi Reader, Welcome! Please, come in. Our dogwood is finally blooming, so I put some of its flowers in a bowl of water. Back in high school, I was a theater kid. Mostly tech, but on stage a few times. I hadn't decided if I was there to hide myself or show it. One day after school, I wandered past the auditorium’s stage door. On the door-glass, someone had taped a sign. In a high school student’s scrawl, the sign said: WE, the Bavarian Illuminati—WHO CONTROL EVERYTHING—issue you this warning:...