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Why is it so seemingly common to see crunchy gamebooks (not just D&D, lots of games) follow a method of writing where game terms that are invoked dozens or even hundreds of times will have only one passing mention of the term's definition.
Never repeated, never pointed to by any other passage, not even given in an index or glossary, just secreted away in a seemingly random spot like a game of Where's Waldo in a 200+ page text.
This isn't meant to be venting, it's genuinely perplexing that an approach so specific and so counterproductive seems to happen so often. What's the deal?
Most tabletop game designers are very bad technical writers.
(This isn't a knock against game designers in particular; most people in general are very bad technical writers, even among those whose job is to be good at it. It turns out that assessing how your own writing will read from the perspective of someone who doesn't know the things you know is an extremely difficult skill to learn!)
If you're bent in a very particular way, it can be a fun exercise to go through independently published tabletop RPGs and count how many times they just plain forgot to explicitly define some critical piece of jargon the text uses constantly. For most that number is higher than zero!
@rampagingpoet replied:
At least one RPG kept telling you how many dice to roll and how many successes you need for things without ever defining what kind of dice or which results constituted "a success".
You might be surprised how many games will instruct you to roll "dice" without thinking to specify at any point whatsoever how many sides the dice in question are meant to have, in a medium famously associated with dice with variable numbers of sides.
(One may be inclined to assume that a game that just says "dice" without further qualifiers must be talking about conventional six-sided dice. If so, one would assume wrongly.)
#i'm guessing the other most popular assumtion is a d10 from people who came from wod? (via @moon-of-curses)
In my experience it's a three-way tie between "the unqualified die is a d6 because that's what 'dice' means in everyday language", "the unqualified die is a d20 because the author assumes all games are basically identical to Dungeons & Dragons unless otherwise specified", and "the unqualified die is a d10 because it's a dice pool system and the author has never played a game with dice pools constructed from any other kind of dice (and also the text employs but does not define the term 'dice pool')".
phone somehow autocorrected "the joker" to "the worker." why so devoid of class consciousness, batman
i was parked at the beach yesterday and a Real Biker Dude pulled up beside me. Like on a big handlebar motorcycle with his whole life packed onto it. a real rambling man. a son of the highways and byways. and he looked down at my mini-series purple e-bike and he was like "what a sweet little thing! how's it ride?" and we talked my e-bike specs. i said i liked his motorcycle and he was barely interested in talking about it except to tell me where he got it in case i ever want one. but he loved my little bike.
this is a problem for me because now i feel respected and powerful so from now on i'm gonna roll up with my e-bike to other guys on their motorcycle and be like "sick bike. reminds me of mine if it were less space efficient..."
i'm gonna go to leather bars and start calling myself a biker instead of a cyclist.
What are you topping these with???🤪
GREEN PAINT DOES NOT EXIST. YOU CANNOT USE GREEN PAINT
Blue & Yellow Paint

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girl I know took me to a local squatter hangout today, where a lot of local activism organises from. an old movie theater. thing is, I already knew the building like the back of my hand. i used to go there all the time as a kid. it was one of my standard places to go after school. it closed some time around covid and never reopened. it was strange, seeing it in this new state after so many years. every wall was covered in political graffiti. the city cut the building's power so most of the lights were off, though some had been connected to a generator. instead of selling tickets and popcorn, the lobby was being used to hand out food and old clothes. one of the screening rooms had been turned into a dance hall. another had random artworks and furniture laying around.
.... I loved every second I spent there. I hate stagnancy. I love that it changed so much. I love that they saw this old building, this thing I used to love as a child, and turned it into something good, that I can love now. I love that there are so many people who care so deeply about these causes, so close by, in my own city.
Is the guy in the cuck chair supposed to stay quiet or is he allowed to clap and cheer
he's supposed to take notes and make an intrigued hum when an interesting plot point occurs
one is getting cucked by the bottom and the other is getting cucjed by the top. Subject matter experts discussing the sex like a sports panel
One cuck always lies, the other always tells the truth. You have one question to determine who’s a top and who’s a bottom.
itch.io "physical games" category simulator
Lancer
"the stars are guiding our lights": a solo journaling experience
game just called "NASTYFUCK"
Lancer expansion
Lancer expansion
Blungeons & Blagons; a game that's like D&D, but good! we removed all the bad parts like "combat rules" and "stats", and replaced them with cute ghibli-inspired wholesome cozy improv roleplay
one-page shitpost
Lancer expansion
a series writing-prompts calling itself "a solo RPG"
Corpo-Capitalist Murder Party: a game whose rulebook is 80% buzzwords, 15% making fun of D&D, 5% actual rules
Reading A Book: a solo rpg where you read a book
Lancer expansion
an "adaptation" of the creator's favorite game/movie/book/franchise that completely falls apart if you do anything but recreate the exact plot of the original
Cain expansion
porn game for kink you don't like
game whose entire ruleset is "just make it up lol"
porn game for kink you DO like
Lancer expansion
worldbuilding document masquerading as a rulebook
series of grievances with other ttrpgs masquerading as a rulebook
PbtA game that describes itself exclusively via references to other, better pieces of fiction
Lancer expansion
game that actually looks really interesting but you could never in a million years get a group of people to learn and play it
literally nothing funnier than a newly born aquatic mammal realizing they've been cursed to live in water
Seal baptism
I think it’s normal for people to be mad at each other sometimes even if they’re close friends or family or intimate with each other. Like I think that’s a normal and healthy part of relationships that can happen sometimes
“Why were you on Mad At Me island” because at the time I was mad at you and yet our friendship has weathered that without trouble
I went to Mad At You island because my feelings are my problem. I needed to stomp down the beach until I could sit and watch the sunrise. I built a sandcastle and did some thinking. Then I boarded the good ship You Matter To Me and sailed it all the way to meet you on the Let’s Talk Shore of I Love You Island.

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not she berry or he berry but no berry
and that is berry good
This is how people talk about HRT.
like and rb to cause another abortion
The note inside a bullet.
B-17 bomber is riddled with German anti-aircraft fire but miraculously survives. Later they discover the explosive shells were all inert; sabotaged by Nazi slaves working in armament factories.
Inside one empty shell is a written note: it's all we can do for you now.
The most important part of all this is that these small acts of bravery and noncompliance cannot be known as long as the enemy still stands, and might never be known. Just because it doesn’t seem like anyone is doing anything doesn’t mean it’s true. The best malicious compliance or subtle sabotage is the one that’s never detected, but makes ravages nonetheless.
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"there comes a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to throw your bodies upon the wheels and upon the gears. Upon the levers. Upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop!"
~Mario Savio
disabled ppl we need to start lying to nosy people okay? you tell me i'm too young to need a cane and i will tell you point blank that maybe you should tell that to the guy who ran me over. you don't get an explanation of my health issues you get lies and depending on how much of an asshole i want to be that lie will be anything from a humble car crash to a 1 billion lions attack. mind yr business.
"i could never live like that" well maybe you'll have to because this happened overnight. yeah you heard me i was the most able bodied man in the world but then one morning bam i woke up disabled. yeah you could have that too. there's no cure either you'll just wake up one morning and now you have to live like me
"what happened" well have you ever seen looney tunes? yeah an anvil landed on me and squished me flat.

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A cat is a machine that turns proteins into violence.
#Helios was declawed by his former owners so he doesn't just slap things he dislikes like most cats#he really only feels confident in hissing at them#Especially because a lot of the thing he doesn't like are bugs and those are sharp sometimes :(#Selene has figured this out and now when she hears him hiss she sprints over the kill the fuck out of the bug#Helios has learned she will do this so he'll hiss at stuff louder and louder until she hears him#A nervous old man and his emotional support homicidal maniac tags by @gallusrostromegalus
I couldn't reblog without the tags because the context is hilarious
A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)
Yes, he is more than twice her size. Yes, he is five times her age. Yes, he cries like a big baby until she kills Unacceptable Scary Things (earwigs) for him.
It’s finally happened.
After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.
“I like your shoelaces.”
Oh. Oh no.
I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”
The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”
Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.
Tumblr rite of passage. Achievement unlocked.
@victoriansecret I found your friend!!!