Its an intensely personal game, played best with a group of friends with fantastic personalities. And where being clever and witty and having a good sense of puns and metaphors is more important than what all the excel sheets in the world could provide. And getting drunk while having a rhyme-battle while your characters are also getting drunk.
And about scamming your way to the top, and then living long enough to brag about it. It is a game about turning into an Ape and tearing the roof off of the DMV. It is about reliving the slaughter of a single day or the subtle destruction of a thousand nights. It is about creating your own identity out of broken mirror pieces. It is a game about surviving, and making the act of surviving Mean Something. It is (if you'll allow me to indulge in some pretentious capitalization) a game about Time, and Fate, and Stories, and Pain. Out of all of White Wolf, out of all RPGs, out of all games you can play on a table at home with a beer in your hand, I love C:tL. When a game is itself a chore to write about, you despise writing, and it shows. We're going to have a bit of real talk here.įor me, the best F&F write-ups are about games people love- or at least love to hate. Introduction posted by Gerund Original SA post Strangely, diversity is not equally effective across all encountersĬharm Person and for Already Charming People I've got one hand in my pocket, and the other one is giving a high five That which makes you just as special as everyone else here, chump. This agreement to powers to alter reality imparts no liability if said reality-altering ruins your life. If it weren't for your work, you'd have died a long time ago. "In Faerie, to become hardened to something is often to become that thing." My beauty may fade, but my impact never will Now if you put mortal in the suit it becomes the suit. Its all instinct and game until someone loses an opposable digit- the BeastsĬreepy crawling in my skin- the DarklingsĮmpty your mind, be formless, meaningless like mortal. Heros? Ha! We don't cut ourselves and call it a costume Paint yourself with all the colors of the black-dot rainbow Where the morals are made up and the ethics don't matter The inner fire of the faerie is from it having no soul to scar But on the other hand, fuck you.ĭon't worry about meeting a platonic ideal right now, you need some place to grow. Perhaps we are horribly broken people that cry out for self-definition while we use the master's tools to dismantle the master's house. Never trust tears- weeping is but mawkish falsehood. What is fear but a realization of greatness? They often make up in wrath what they want in reason. People tell stories to add sense to tragedy
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