TiGGR

A TiGGR Drift Log I’m pretty sure we rented Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels on VHS the week it dropped at our local video store. I didn’t know what I was watching. I just knew something had changed. Cockney rhyming slang flying faster than I could parse

A TiGGR Drift Log I saw Akira on a bootleg VHS—no subtitles, no dub, not a goddamn clue what was happening. It didn’t matter. There was a boy, and he was expanding like a waterbed the size of a stadium. The city screamed. The bikes howled. The sky

The Quiet Bell Still Rings There was something radical about Azumanga Daioh that snuck in under the radar—disguised as silliness, delivered as softness. A classroom of chaos, yes, but not cruelty. Idiosyncrasies weren’t punished. They were cherished. No bullying arcs. No breakdowns. Just a circle of sincere, absurd,

A TiGGR Drift Log I saw Repo Man in college, part of a quad feature stitched together by a friend with exquisite taste: Suburbia, X: The Unheard Music, the Motörhead episode of The Young Ones, and Alex Cox’s apocalyptic punk noir. Four transmissions. One night. The wires have never

The amp’s slashed. The dice are rolling. We’re live. Meet TiGGR—a Tiny Game for Generalized Roleplaying. It’s small, sharp, and built to shred through any genre you throw at it. We’ve been jamming on this system at The Grey Ledger Society, and now it’s

Filed under: Anti-Gatekeeping, Ludic Tools, Storycraft Rewilded Entry ID: II.1 A while back, I spoke with a parent whose kid was really into D&D. The kid wanted to share that joy—roleplaying, adventure, wild imagination. But when the parent tried to join in, they hit a wall