Under The Hill"From under hill and 'neath the bed
Good Neighbors come," the wise one said.
"So tarry not in twilit field,
Else soul and sense to moonlight yield."
A stolen kiss--thy fate is seal'd
Though mysteries be thus reveal'd.
Their fancy fills a young man's head
And old maid's dreams are nightly fed.
Nightly fed! In her bed!
"So tarry not in twilit field," the wrinkled wise one said. A small group of us across the country get together to role-play in IRC using
Alternity rules, and I'm finally taking a turn as GM. I'm going for broke with a shameless mix of genres: take a fairy tale, set it in post-apocalypse America, add the KKK and radioactive mutant giant spiders, sprinkle lightly with doggies, and season to taste(lessness) with Jerry Lewis singing "Whipping Post," and you get the weirdest darned game I've ever tried to run.
Because it's at heart a fairy tale, I had each player come up with a heart's desire and a list of superstitions in which his/her character believes, promising to adopt as true at least one of each's superstitions.
We took it at a leisurely pace, as I'm still learning to run the 'bot that handles all the mechanics, and we didn't quite have time to let all the player characters meet. However, each got a nice introductory vignette, and I am pleased as punch with the improvisational skills of the players. I've added the log of the first session to the site (edited a bit for clarity), for anyone who's curious as to what gaming via Chat is like--or for anyone
who wants his mind blown! It's like, far out, man.