week one

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Week 1

[After the initial introduction of the Overseers, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the part of the ship they have access to to their hearts' content. However, the doors that Blaze Dudely and Rox came through are locked tight and cannot be unlocked via PIP.

On Wednesday morning, the same voice that awakened them the previous morning chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot.



Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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Comments

[playthedamncard]

Games are always going to have to appeal to a younger demographic. The trick is to also appeal to an older demographic. Change it enough to be brighter and more approachable, but don't completely overhaul it and alienate the system and alienate the existing base. Most games should be universal, save for the ones that are very clearly for a young or an adult audience.

[dejabrew]

Well, this version seems pretty approachable, anyway.

[Early D&D was, mm. It was for nerds.]

You wanna roll up a character?

[playthedamncard]

...Do you really think now is the time to be doing this?

[It's not a no, but he did also get done telling Max how stupid pointless it is to do a movie night. THANKFULLY GAMES ARE NOT MOVIES AND GAMES ARE IMPORTANT.]

[dejabrew]

I'd rather everybody be rolling dice and fighting kobolds than killing each other, honestly. I'm not going to start a big campaign or anything, but maybe running some fun modules would be enough to keep people from wanting to go for the bigger bait.

[playthedamncard]

There's always going to be big enough bait that D&D isn't going to keep everyone preoccupied. It depends on how desperate they are for us to kill one another, what the scale of escalation is going to be, if they do escalate it.

...But for a lack of Duel Monsters, I suppose a little game now and then to blow off steam isn't the worst idea. [Tension is the way he lives his life, but he recognizes that not everyone can be, well, him. Also that's fucking unhealthy please find some chill.]

[dejabrew]

[He rolls his eyes. He's not fucking naive, of course he knows if someone wants to kill D&D isn't going to stop them. But it's better than nothing, and it sure beats sitting around waiting for the inevitability of death.]

I trust you know how to roll your own character?

[playthedamncard]

[Listen some of these other chucklefucks sure seem to be naive, why should he put it past someone like Bolton.]

I can read a rulebook just fine. It doesn't have to be a card game for me to be good at it.

[dejabrew]

[He slides the PHB across the table.]

Here's the base rules. If you wanna get creative with races, a lot of the expansions have bonus races.

[playthedamncard]

[Do you know who cares that dragonborn weren't necessarily a playable race until 3.5, not anyone here.]

I admit it's been a while since I've played anything resembling a tabletop game. It's too time-consuming for me to bother with these days.

[dejabrew]

[Pshhhht we play 5e like men]

Well, as long as we're stuck here in the vacuum of space, we've technically got nothing but time.

[/Shrug]

[playthedamncard]

[He flips through races and classes, scanning the pages fairly quickly.] It certainly is a frustrating prospect. You'd think they would give us more rooms. A gym wouldn't be too much to ask. But there is supposedly a teleporter in the middle of the cafeteria... It has to go somewhere.

[dejabrew]

I don't know if I trust that thing, honestly. Too Star Trek for my liking. What if it totally glitches out and only teleports your legs?

[playthedamncard]

Then we'd all learn something about trusting futuristic technology programmed into a beta test of a game.

[dejabrew]

"Game?"

[playthedamncard]

Simulation. Virtual reality. Fictional and digitized version of this reality that we know of.

[dejabrew]

Annnnd... You think this is some kind of- what, TRON-world?

[He doesn't buy it, clearly.]