This was a three-player game on the evening of Thursday, January 9th 2014 using the "Clockblockers" playset by Rob Wieland.

SETUP

During setup, some initial randomness is used to generate the elements that will be used in the game. We needed three Relationships and one each of a Location, an Object, and a Need. We ended up with:

Relationship: ( Read more... )

My 100th birthday. The alarm wakes me five minutes before my younger self materializes ( Read more... )

Fiasco is a role-playing game of capers gone horribly wrong. The mechanics are built around incompetence, betrayal, and just plain bad luck, with a largely inevitable outcome in which most if not all the characters come to bad ends for what they have done. The ruleset is very basic, and is "skinned" easily with various settings that bring a ( Read more... )

 When I dropped in the other evening, I could tell right away something was up. Slightly more crowded than usual. Edgar eerily smily. Lots of folks conspicuously failing to hide the fact that they were talking about me. More than one drink bought for me, even by normally very skint travelers. (Since I don't usually drink much at the SC, I quickly ( Read more... )

There are all sorts of great temporal-structural tricks you can pull with a space-time-bridging locale ( Read more... )

November 1963 ( Read more... )

"You ever give yourself advice?" I asked Ankhrus. He's from 22nd Century Pan-Zealand and is one of those travelers who can manifest at the same time more than once - that is, he can bump into himself in the past and future ( Read more... )

As soon as she came in, I could tell she wasn't a regular. Everyone in the place stiffened noticeably, even Edgar. Especially Edgar. She wasn't in any sort of uniform that I could see, just a slightly edgy streetwear look, but everything about the situation felt like "cop". I'd never felt that sort of tension in the Stopped Clock before ( Read more... )

He dragged himself into the Stopped Clock in an awful mess. It happens, sometimes, travelers who have gotten themselves in over their heads. The bar is there for them, too, if they can get to it. This guy's name was Solly. He was dressed all over in crinkly silver… something or other. Lots of blinky bits. He looked ridiculous and I would have ( Read more... )

There are a lot of different ways to move through time, it turns out. In fact, as near as I can tell, there might be exactly as many ways to move through time as there are time-travelers; I've yet to met two who have the same fundamental system ( Read more... )