RoBoTNiK

Well, I was going great guns on the Xmas GILT exchange (that's "Games I'd Like To", with the final verb left up to you—"Run"? "Play"? "Pretend Never Existed"?), until stupid Xmas itself got in the way. The rest of you probably woke up on Christmas morning and ran to your stockings to see the shiny new game ideas inside, only to find a lump of coal or Silver Age Sentinels. It's just like that animated special they always show in December, The Year robotnik Ruined Christmas. But wait! It's actually more like that animated special they always show in early January, The Year robotnik Eventually Saved Christmas. At least if you are jeregenest, mgrasso, jeffwik, or head58. And if your expectations were nice and low to begin with. These aren't as fully developed as the earlier ones: I'm just pointing in a direction I feel confident you each could go. Call it "Game Ideas I'd Like You To Come Up With," if you like. Hey, if I could do erudite eliptony like Jeremiah or fantasy mind-breakers like Jeff I'd run these games myself.

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Next up in the Secret Santa Game Exchange: narcissime. Enjoy.

We Are All Made of Stars

It is the world of the Starchildren. The world of Mother and Velvet and the Beautiful Fascists and Mary Pagan and Darling and Kai Summer and Clio and Jack Voltaire. Or it will be. Because this is the prequel, set forty years earlier, in the glittering skies of 2034.



( People they come together, people they fall apart... )