I'm already know for being very opinionated and having some Hot Takes, but I still usually keep it in line and fairly reasonable. Typical "Unpopular (but still somewhat safe to voice) Opinion" territory, where I might get some blocks and some scowls, but like, nothing major.
However I'm... gonna be posting an uncharacteristically rancid take this time.
I cannot fucking STAND vibes based design. Its become a trend lately to explain game systems by vibes, and it feels EXACTLY like the tropification of romance novels. A thing so many other people have complained about far more than I have, where so many works of fiction are now just being advertise as "Its a queer little slow burn, found family story that features enemies to lovers" OKAY, BUT WHATS THE FUCKING BOOK ABOUT?
And I feel like over the past 15-20 years, the TTRPG industry has been having the exact same issue. I can go through dozens of listings on itch.io for indie games and not see a single fucking game mechanic mentioned, and its frustrating. "This game is about gathering your friends to turn your local farm into a sustainable commune!" WHAT KIND OF FUCKING DICE DOES THE GAME USE? DOES THE GAME EVEN HAVE A GM?
And like, this isn't just about the feel good warm and fuzzy games. OSR is JUST as fucking guilty in this. "This game is a black metal death crawl through your worst nightmares." IS IT A RETROCLONE? IS IT A RULES LITE D6 SYSTEM? HOW THE FUCK DO I RESOLVE AN ACTION? DO ENEMIES USE STATBLOCKS?
If a video game showed absolutely no gameplay in any of its advertisements, only showing concept trailers and cutscenes and talking about its plot, you would probably shy away and think the game isn't worth playing if it can't even stand on the merits of its own gameplay. So why the fuck are we accepting that as the norm in TTRPGs?
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🦤 a quote you had to delete :(
He didn’t need to ask if SQ was scared, he could see it plainly on his face, and in the way his hands shook.
from the (potentially? I'm reconsidering the order of these) next chapter of "I love you. (I'm glad I exist.)" which i promise I'm working on!! I swear it will get done, I want to continue it. I deleted this purely cus I wanted to go with a more "show don't tell" description
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SQ woke in the morning, sore and still tired with the sticking image of a memory still lingering in the back of his head. Like the filmy aftertaste of milk just about to go sour. It's a gorgeous day outside, even though it feels like it shouldn't be.
from a little two chapter thing I'm working on :>
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SA2 Ficlet
Amy is not too keen on her part in the plan. The world is in peril, everyone is scrambling to do their part to stop the ARK from falling, and all Amy was told to do is find Shadow.
She recognizes the importance, of course. It's vital they figure out where he went and keep him from sabotaging their efforts. She even— reluctantly— accepts that she's the best one for the job. She's great at tracking people down. It just chafes at her, that everyone else gets to be in the action and she only gets to play distraction.
But everyone else has gone already, the moment to voice an objection long-since passed. There's nothing for her to do but take a deep breath, square her shoulders, and start walking.
Sonic once asked how Amy always manages to find him, no matter where he goes. She didn't have an answer, and she still doesn't. She just does it. She shuffles a deck of cards and they tell her exactly what she needs to know; she picks doors at random and they take her where she wants to be.
Amy wanders down sleek hallways, cracks open a maintenance tunnel which looks like it was never used even when the colony was active, and emerges near one of the observation decks. Some sense puts her on edge, makes her hammer snap into her hands. She approaches the door ready to swing.
And then she stops.
Shadow is on the far side of the room, seated by the window. He hears her enter, one ear flicking back in acknowledgement, but he doesn't look at her. He just sits, head propped up on one hand as he looks out at the stars.
"If you're going to attack me, get it over with," Shadow says as Amy approaches, and she jumps a little. "Otherwise, put that thing away.”
Amy does not put that thing away. "What are you doing?”
"Looking at the stars," Shadow says. "Ursa Minor is over there. You can just see the north star if you squint.”
He points vaguely with his free hand. Amy doesn't look. "This station is falling, you know," she says.
"I noticed," Shadow says.
"Don't you care?" Amy asks.
"Not really.”
Amy grits her teeth, walking a few steps closer. "You planned this, right?”
"Sure," Shadow says. "That doctor was gullible. A few fancy words and a big laser and he bought it hook, line, and sinker.”
"Why?" Amy asks.
Shadow is silent.
"Why, Shadow?" she asks. "What did the world do to deserve this?”
Shadow laughs bitterly. "The world?" he asks. "My world was destroyed long ago.”
"...The accident?”
"It was murder," Shadow snarls. Amy takes a step back. "Those bastards killed Maria. The ARK was the only world I ever knew, and in a single night they tore it all away. Why shouldn't I—?!”
Amy's hammer slams into the side of Shadow's head, throwing him across the room. "Do you hear yourself?!" she demands. "What are you talking about? Your friend was murdered— I'm sorry! That's horrible! I can't believe that happened! But how do you get from that to killing everyone else?!”
Shadow clutches his face, staring up at her in disbelief. "I— My promise—”
"I don't care about your promise!" Amy says. "Did all the people on that planet band together to kill Maria? That's absurd! There's all kinds of good people down there, heroes, innocent civilians, all trying to live their lives in peace! But you won't even give them a chance!”
Amy stops to catch her breath, and to give Shadow a chance to reply. He doesn't say anything, though, just keeps staring up at her with that dumb, shocked look on his face. Hasn't anyone given him a talking-to before? she wonders. From everything he's said, it's about time he got a reality check.
"...To be happy," Shadow murmurs, gaze distant. A tear forms in his eye and he wipes it away, rising unsteadily to his feet. Amy clutches her hammer tighter, shifting into a ready stance, but he ignores her. "Maria… forgive me, I've been such a fool.”
"You have been," Amy says. A tremor runs through the floor beneath her. "Are you gonna fix it, then?”
Shadow glances sideways at her. "...Yes," he says, standing straighter. "Yes, there's still time. I can fix this.”
He leaps into action, darting into the hallway and skating away. Amy watches him go, and after he's vanished around the corner she finally dispels her hammer and lets out a sigh.
"I've done all I can," she says to the empty air. "It's up to you now, Sonic.”
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