Purveyor of Insanity

That probably *is* the most simple way to explain it. On the plus side, you can write nearly anything in the setting and it could theoretically be correct in relation to at least one point of canon.

Okay, fiiiiine. We can do Brutalist Neo-Gothic for the next dungeon theme – on one condition: for every giant inscrutable concrete human face you add, I get to add a giant inscrutable concrete human ass.

...Fine, but they better be actually inscrutable. I was able to scrute the human asses you put in our last dungeon with relative ease.

This is not what I had in mind when they said communism is a fantasy

wha t if oregon trail was called wagon age: oregons

This made me so angry the first time I saw it I’m reblogging it again.

happy 10 years to wagon age oregons

We've had gacha RPGs about libraries and pharmaceutical companies as paramilitary organisations – I feel like the next obvious unexplored frontier is public transit. The player takes on the role of a route planning director for a puzzlingly well armed quasi-governmental transit agency. All of your agents have bus driver aesthetic.

You'd think providing free public transit would be a no brainer in terms of maintaining good relations with existing nation-states, but in practice a lot of them hate you because you provide bus service to places people aren't supposed to be able to leave. There's a whole quest line about keeping Route 666 to Hell up and running.

That route must cost a lot in road maintenance since you have to repave it using good intentions instead of asphalt.

You're working for an organisation that's willing to fight demons to keep a bus route open. Good intentions are not in short supply!

Hello, Espurr!

Mordred.

I've used about 75% of these in writing, and about half in IRL conversations.

that post about “you get bandits when you cut soldiers loose without pay” reminds me of the Thirty Years War, because one could say that beneath all the religious schisms and diplomatic jockeying, the heart of the thirty years war was “what happens when you have a state with just enough capacity to raise massive armies but without enough financial capacity to actually pay those armies” and the answer is that the line between professional armies and roving gangs of bandits disappears and every time you try to raise an army it just becomes another independently acting wildfire devouring the countryside. No matter how bad things get, every day I wake up and thank my lucky stars that I do not live in 17th century Europe. Or 17th century China. Or the 17th century Americas. Or basically anywhere in the 17th century.