šš Reliable wonder engine. I make narrative role-playing games that imagine a weirder, queerer, more connected world.
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 lifeāeven 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 Piratesāwhich 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! |
by Chris Sellers, they/them
šš Reliable wonder engine. I make narrative role-playing games that imagine a weirder, queerer, more connected world.
Hi Reader, Welcome! Please, come in. Itās raining a lot lately hereāI'll take your coat. I found some white starflowers in the woods, and I put them in a vase on the table. I love science fiction. I especially love āspace operaāāthat is, interstellar adventure. (No actual opera in it.) This genre gives me a sense of possibility that I need. I donāt care how realistic it is, so long as the writers sell me on it. And I'm an easy sell. For years, I needed to believe I could be an alien. Or a...
Hi Reader, Welcome! Please, come in. On the table, we have irrepressible daisies, rather hastily stuck in a jam jar. No, donāt go in the kitchen. If you want some water, I can get it for you. Just. Stay here. The thing is, in our house, M does all the cooking. I should cook more, but I keep passing up opportunities to learn. So, yesterday evening, when M was headed out for a work-related event, I said, āIām going to step up. Iām not getting take-out. No. Iām going to broil salmon.ā I...
Hi Reader, Welcome! Please, come in. Make yourself at home. It's so good to see you. I brought in some wild violets and dandelion flowers from the back yard and put them in a bowl of water. Iāve been reading up on A.I. Itās mind-boggling what it can doāand how fast it's changing. It can write and draw things that look like a person made them. But it's not great on factual accuracy or single-point perspective. The thing is, it's always "hallucinating"āfumbling blindly, algorithmically, for...