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A different approach to "gamifying" Agile. You’re 38 minutes into a Friday retrospective. The burndown chart’s been shared. The “What went well” sticky notes are quietly optimistic. The “What didn’t go well” ones are tinged with tired sarcasm. The facilitator is gently herding the conversation

You & Withnail & I and TiGGR A Note Before the Madness Withnail & I is remembered for its boozy witticisms, its fog of lighter fluid, and its crumbling country cottage—but what gives the film its staying power isn’t just the comedy. It’s the aching heart beneath

A TiGGR One-Shot of Cosmic Crimps and Glitter Beasts From Crimp to Canon: Revisiting the Boosh Through Glittered Glasses It’s been over two decades since The Mighty Boosh first aired. For many, it wasn’t just a show—it was a frequency. You either tuned in or missed the

A TiGGR Retrospective There’s always a car. Always a job. And always something in the back that shouldn’t be—but is. When we published Plate of Shrimp, Neon Delica Microvan, and Cor, Blimey!, they looked like standalone zines. Different tones, timelines, genres. A punk sci-fi collapse in Los

Where Balance Rolls 2d6 Earthsea is not a world of sword-swinging destiny or flashy power displays. It is a world of wind, water, and names—where words shape the world, and power comes with weight. This TiGGR scenario draws from the early threads of Ged’s story, not to replicate

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