#in flanders fields

In Flanders Fields By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

May we all work for peace in everything we do...Botanical illustration of red poppy by Mary Delany in 1776.

Another game release! Though this one maybe barely fits the paradigm of TTRPG and is more of a literary game, and so is new territory.

This is a game about memory and death based around picking apart an existing poem while you create a fictional historical person that will inevitably die. You then frankenstein together a new poem in the memory of the dead from the pieces of the original poem.

I've chosen to set it in WWI, since it is inspired by the work of John McCrae, a Canadian poet most well known for "In Flanders Fields". It could be transported to any setting or time with ease though. For 1-4 players, and generally pretty short.

Mon ami Julien a composé une musique sur un texte anglais (In Flanders Fields) qu'il a traduit en français). Le résultat est superbe.

J'espère qu'il ne m'en voudra pas de la publier, je pense que cela vaut le coup...

Les photos qui accompagnent sont de moi ou avaient été envoyés par mon arrière-grand père maternel Noël-Félix Bérard (le 2ème en haut à gauche sur la miniature) à son fils, mon grand-père donc.