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After much anticipation, he is finally here! It's Hossin, Rooster's best friend and plant buddy 🌱✨

Now can Rooster make emends? 🤞

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Why talking about RPGs (and other things) can suck

Over on Bluesky, there was some conversation about one of the long-running cyclical conversation that happens in RPG spaces. This time, it was about the category of statement that goes something like “I hacked D&D to run Cyberpunk 2077, just as god intended” to quote the original poster. To put it another way, it’s about this idea that design doesn’t really matter.

In the case of when this is used to defend specific games like D&D 5e, this is just fandom. People want to like what they like and will say anything. It’s best not to take it too seriously. But beyond that, I think there’s a specific structural reason that this conversation keeps happening.

Let’s talk about the two ways that people judge something. The first is by outcome (or effect or output) and the second is by input (time, effort, ingredients, values).

Have you ever gone “this is really tasty”? That’s outcome. It’s good because the effect was pleasurable.

Have you ever gone “someone put a lot of thought or skill into this”? That’s input. It’s good because of craft and care.

You’re probably doing both a lot in your life. Everyone uses both methods probably every day.

“But isn’t it more rational to judge everything by outcome?”, you might be thinking. It’s an interesting thought. In science and policy, measuring outcomes is essential to ensure you’re not just making stuff up. But in many situations you can’t measure outcome in any real way. Like for example, art. (There’s lots of other examples including almost everything you do because “it’s the right thing to do”. But getting into this is literally a philosophy class so we must hurry along.)

Coming back to RPGs, the truth is that you can have a great experience roleplaying with good design, bad design, no design, whatever. At the same time, the craft and values going into a design are also a real thing that can be observed and discussed.

People talking about the former (outcomes, experience, their fun) and people talking about the latter (inputs, design, values) are going to talk in circles if they don’t acknowledge the difference in approach. This conversation will never resolve because it’s not about the same thing.

When I talk about games in terms of outcomes, I’m really talking about myself. I had fun. I laughed. I grew closer to my friends. Those are real things — important things. When I talk about the games in terms of inputs, I’m talking about rules, setting, illustrations, etc. Those are also real things — but obviously different things.

Saying “this game is good because I had fun” and saying “this game is good because it is designed well” feels like they’re doing the same thing because of the way language works. But go deeper and they’re simply not.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not some impassable bridge. These two starting points can be connected. Two people can begin at different places and still have a conversation… if they’re willing to talk about interaction, i.e., the space between inputs and outputs and what happens there.

But here’s the things: talking about interaction is annoying and hard. Very often, whether you’re talking about inputs or outputs, it’s easier to just ignore it. When we’re talking about design, it’s easy to say that, oh, this rule does this or this adventure does that. But for who? In whose hands? What inputs do they need to bring that isn’t in the text? A can-do attitude? How common is that input really?

When we talk about outcomes, it’s the same thing but in reverse. Oh, you had fun? Amazing. How did you get there? What led to the fun? Was it the text? Was it something outside the text? What percentage would you allocate to both categories?

Stop booing me! I’m just asking questions! I’m normal! I’M NORMAL.

Why talking about RPGs can suck

I. Dear Reader, Arcimboldo gets it Over on Bluesky, there was some conversation about one of the long-running cyclical conversation that hap

[jhamkul]

Species: Chronal Dragonborn

We already have chromatic, metallic, and gem dragonborns in D&D 5e, so it was definitely about "time" to bring a time dragonborn ancestry into the game.

Chronal dragonborn trace their bloodline to the enigmatic time dragons, acting as ageless servants of the draconic god of fate, time, and judgment, Null, better known by his neutral aspect, Chronepsis the Watcher. Instead of the vibrant colors of their cousins, these dragonborns bear faded scales of pale grey, ashen white, and silver. They carry an eerie patience and a quiet certainty, acting as if the flow of time worked differently through their bodies and allowing them to pluck at the strands of destiny to alter immediate outcomes.

What class or subclass would you choose to pair with an ageless watcher of fate? Also, if you would want to see the solar dragonborn next, let me know down below!

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[mooniestarstruck]

For my new TTRPG Tales From The Core, a mech game in which customization is its key feature, I have come up with some sicknesses your Pilot may have if their starting HP is low enough. One of these is Corneal Telepathatis, and it is based on this post about what happens when you look an Enderman in the eyes.

The idea is that when your pilot looks at someone's eyes directly, all of that person's thoughts and memories get projected into your mind at once. It is a jumbled mess, so there's not much information you can get from that, but the idea inspired me to write something, which I'll leave below the cut!

"Take the visor off." Alambra's voice felt rough, without feeling.

"Bu- But I nee-"

"I know." She cut them off, while her eyes twitched slightly, but the kid didn't notice. "I gave you an order."

They hesitated for a moment, turning their head towards General Praxis, but she just nodded back. "You've heard your captain."

The visor came off with a hiss as it detached from the bone anchors, and the patch of skin it was covering breathed for the first time in a while, a paler tone than it's surroundings. The recruit was shutting their eyes forcefully, shaking in their loosely fitting boots. "Please I-"

"Look into my eyes."

They didn't dare, trying to find an excuse, but no words came to them.

"I said..." The captain grabbed their face and got as close as she could, her voice still monotone, but bubbling with something weirdly similar to anger.

The sudden feeling of the leathery hand made the rookie recoil, opening their shimmering eyes, which found a deep dark well within their captain's.

A flash. A series of explosions. Pure light all around, followed by dark spots. Images of fallen soldiers littered their mind, holding onto hands that weren't theirs, screaming the captain's name. A birthday party for a child, then 34 more, all happening at the same time, the candles burning the recruit's mind as music from before the war screamed at them, coming to a halt with a scratch. Orders. Countless orders, shouted in unison, crackling with static. Then the feeling of fire coursing through their veins as needles pierced the captain's skin. They could feel every second of the operation that replaced her broken vertebrae. A result of the explosion, they can see the flames around them, a home turned inferno. A kid looks into the mirror as they face hell. They can feel the skin coming off after she runs into the street. The beginning of the war flashes before their eyes, they weren't even born yet. It's just as their parents said it had been, and then it's back to the war, back to barracks were drunken singing can be heard, back to barracks were lips met, back to barracks were...

They scream and fall to the ground, or at least their body tries to, but the captain grabs her by the shoulders. Her arms are firm, strong enough to hold back armies, with hands that have taken down endless battalions. They can feel vile in the back of their throat as their mind clears again, the thoughts suddenly leaving with only a slimy darkness as proof they were once there.

"You are under my command now." The captain shouts, but her voice barely shifts. "This is your first lesson."

[ranarh]

Poolutions free micro RPG

A one-page RPG about making dice pools, draining them, and keep going (…keeping go?) Poolutions is a free micro RPG made for 48WordRPGJam.

This one isn't as artsy. But it's free! https://ranarh.itch.io/poolutions

[tellusd20]

An outpost constructed on the frontier to allow the army to secure the region. Surrounding woodlands have been cleared for building materials and to prevent hidden approaches. Over time, this will likely turn into a permanent stone fortification, with villages clinging to its wall, but for now, its a relatively modest structure. Two barracks halls provide shelter for 20 soldiers, while four junior officers share a more comfortable house with the outpost's commander.

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This map is sized for a 36x36 grid. Supporters can download full-size PNG/VTT files in night/day + grid/gridless variants.

[j-richmond]

The Yeld booth at GAMA expo this week (booth 453).

We're out here introducing our ttrpg to retailers distributors and media all week! This is a big deal for us, so wish us luck!

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