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Rhythm & Blues: A Blues Brothers RPG

We're on a mission from God. Based on Lasers & Feelings by John Harper THE HACK: RHYTHM ↔ BLUES You are trickster saints on a divine mission. Your tools are music, chaos, and unshakeable faith. Your enemies are authority, racists, and anyone who'd silence the song. Your

Welcome to Nosideism

Orientation Pamphlet for New Inductees Welcome, Citizen. You are receiving this pamphlet because you have indicated a preference for no tribe, no banner, and no side. This is a sensible choice. The Bureau congratulates you on your decision. In times of heightened polarization, it is natural to feel pressure to

From Dismayland to the Cable Factory

Rolling Natural 20s Through Comics Culture (A Helsinki Dérive, Part Four) I’ve been a comic book dilettante, not because of any snobbish attitudes towards the medium and its community, but due to other “more pressing” priorities in the Maslow’s Hierarchy of Adult "Needs": music, games, computers,

Shepherds and Organizers

A Designer's Note on Localizing Paint the Town Red When we began adapting Paint the Town Red for contemporary Portland, the project seemed straightforward enough. The game's historical settings—Rome at its imperial height, Charlemagne's Aachen, medieval Ghazni—felt distant from players' lived

The Shepherd’s Dilemma

A Portland One-Shot for Paint the Town Red "Who feeds whom?" — Graffiti on SE 82nd Avenue Paint the Town Red asks: what happens when you've lived long enough to see every revolution become the new establishment? When you've watched mortals repeat the same cycles

Rosa's Last Stand

A Portland One-Shot for Paint the Town Red "They can take our neighborhood, but they can't take our pupusas." — Graffiti on SE 82nd Avenue At first, we thought we were stretching Paint the Town Red. It’s a game about decay, indulgence, and the endless spiral

Malls, Memory, and Mala

A Helsinki Dérive, Part Three The Metro ride from Kamppi to Itäkeskus takes less than twenty minutes, but it’s long enough to feel yourself being pulled into suburbia. We navigate our way out of the subway station, more by random luck than any smartphone guidance, and eventually I'

Electric Eden: The Tomb of Acetate

An Electric Eden Expansion: Alan Lomax, Lichlord of the Archive Premise Beyond the House of Canon lies a deeper dungeon: a labyrinth not of stone but of wax cylinders, acetate discs, and endless reels of magnetic wire. This is the Tomb of Acetate, where the folklorist-lich Alan Lomax waits—not

Freed. Like That Bird.

A Helsinki Dérive, Part Two On my third full day in Helsinki, I find myself on the second floor of Piilo café, perched over a slice of quiche and a coffee, still suspended in the haze of caffeine and jet lag. The chatter all around me washes together into a

A Ledgered Meal: Whataburger, DFW, Texas

A Helsinki Dérive, Part One A “world traveler” is the last thing I’d call myself, yet I find myself occupying a table at Hakaniemen Kauppahalli in Helsinki, attempting to tame hunger pangs and jet lag with a Pepsi Max and an apple-filled Munkki, the Finnish donut isotope, while questioning