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DREAMS
First set of stress games about camp. There were two Wayfinder games run in my dreams. The first was a tribal game set inside a supermarket. Nobody was speaking anything but jibberish. I paid insult to one of the tribes by bringing their flag to the fire where the coalition was gathered, and their shaman messed me up. Game ended with a war breaking out over it, and as I looked up a little girl from one of the tribes was holding a flower like from the coalition's banner. Adorable.
Second game was a scifi guard-the-facility type game. I think Sean Sweeney wrote it, and ran some game conventions workshops on-screen. Somehow we were able to afford a bunch of cameras for security cameras. Jacob Pearlman was the leader of the little paramilitary rent-a-cop squad. I thought that, as the guard group, we would be the scary-ish group. But the schoolchildren infiltrating the facility were much scarier. They seemed to have no fear of death, and some of them just snorted arrogantly and charged us, and even after that they ignored us and walked on instead of responding to us and our guns.
I bet they were test subjects of an immortality drug or something.
MICROFICTION
When he finished the essay he was so excited he threw his pen into orbit. It was all he could take not to beam-- X-rays, all over the campus. Superheroes have to practice restraint.
First set of stress games about camp. There were two Wayfinder games run in my dreams. The first was a tribal game set inside a supermarket. Nobody was speaking anything but jibberish. I paid insult to one of the tribes by bringing their flag to the fire where the coalition was gathered, and their shaman messed me up. Game ended with a war breaking out over it, and as I looked up a little girl from one of the tribes was holding a flower like from the coalition's banner. Adorable.
Second game was a scifi guard-the-facility type game. I think Sean Sweeney wrote it, and ran some game conventions workshops on-screen. Somehow we were able to afford a bunch of cameras for security cameras. Jacob Pearlman was the leader of the little paramilitary rent-a-cop squad. I thought that, as the guard group, we would be the scary-ish group. But the schoolchildren infiltrating the facility were much scarier. They seemed to have no fear of death, and some of them just snorted arrogantly and charged us, and even after that they ignored us and walked on instead of responding to us and our guns.
I bet they were test subjects of an immortality drug or something.
MICROFICTION
When he finished the essay he was so excited he threw his pen into orbit. It was all he could take not to beam-- X-rays, all over the campus. Superheroes have to practice restraint.