They Call Me Doctor Worm

And this forces you to decide whether your autonomy matters to you more than the approval of the group - while they'll still act like you're on thin ice either way, if you give in at this point they know you're theirs forever, because now they've established a foothold, you've shown a moral weakness, which they will brand you with so it can be used against you in the future ("hey RICE-addict here doesn't want help break into the city records office") to force you to double-down and isolate you further.

The rules were fairly short, only being a dozen or so pages. The main bulk of the hundred of pages long core book was information on the kingdom. And not just political information or trade, but massive charts and calendars that told you what the weather was in what area on a specific day.

You could do an entire months long campaign that chronicled a family running out of food in the winter and trying to get to the neighboring town in order to find food and shelter. Supplements (both official and fan made) added new dimensions of detail, like war breaking out between lords, or a years long winter, ect.

Since the gameplay itself was really straightforward there were barely any rules questions. Instead, the online discussions would be long stories about someone's merchant almost making it to a town before the local festival, only to be stopped by a wheel breaking, or similar such tales.

The biggest community was a "living kingdom" that were hundreds of concurrent campaigns run by a group of two dozen GMs.

Normally, this was a no brainer: Even if we took the long path, we'd make it to the city with plenty of time to sell our wares. The problem was it was the rainy season, and we risked losing a lot of time (and wagon wheels) in the muck on the long path. If we lost all that time and didn't sell enough wares AND had to repair our caravan, we might not have enough money to make it through the winter. It was almost equally as bad as getting mugged.

So we risked the short path. We laid out a map and planned our journey: Less than a week. We'd arrive way ahead of schedule. Our GM flipped back and forth between a few pages, checking where we'd be on what days, referencing that with the bandit's path that time of year. Then she announced that we'd dodged the bandits entirely. We went nuts. It was SUCH a huge deal: We'd make way more money, we could even potentially purchase bigger wagons. It was awesome.

There was one episode with a trans woman getting different gender-affirming operations, including breast implants. It showed the procedure, and (what I found so fascinating that it's stuck with me for decades), as soon as the doctor put the implant in, a censor blur popped up on the nipple.

And you just know there was a meeting between the TLC lawyers and the editors and producers of the show to discuss what the difference was between a "man nipple" (can be shown) and a "woman nipple" (no no must obscure, 'tis naughty). And they decided that as soon as the implant goes in and the nipple has more mass behind it, that's the moment when it becomes a woman's nipple and must be hidden to comply with TV rules.

But it's the same nipple. On the same person. I know what it looks like; I just saw it. But TV and obscenity rules are rules, and the rules say woman nipple = sexual and therefore explicit, but man nipple = neutral, just fine.

she’s not a part of “fucking

each others brains out”???