This is a short-short piece meant to illustrate some things about my character in Jeff’s excellent [Queen Abby’s Mob](http://web.archive.org/web/20060205002338/http://web.archive.org/web/20060205002338/http://dogsolitude.org:9673/jeffwikwiki/FrontPage/ (original)/) (original) game.
Note to self: the Miike RPG has six stats, arranged in three pairs. Love/Obsession, Violence/Brutality, and Sex/Possession. I suspect that when I write the game and stick it behind a content warning, that last pair will become something more explicit and raw; “Possession” is a muted form of what I have in mind. I think the rating in each pair remains constant — so you could have 3 dots in Love/Obsession. The question is how you manifest it. ...
Lifted from The 20’ by 20’ Room (original): 1. What is the first RPG you ever played? Tunnels and Trolls, solo. I loved it. I still love it, actually. 2. What RPG do you currently play most often? If you count D20 as one RPG, it’s D20. Otherwise it’s a split between D&D 3.5 and Adventure D20, both of which I play once every couple of weeks. 3. What is the best system you’ve played? ...
MUSIC: “3 AM, I’m awakened by a sweet summer rain Distant howling of a passing southbound coal train…” OPEN on ROGER PARKER FOR NEW JERSEY STATE SENATE HEADQUARTERS. MUSIC continues. It is very late at night. It is raining, mildly, not enough to make a statement. The headquarters is in a strip mall plaza, with a big plate glass window opening onto the nearly empty parking lot. Inside, lights are going out one by one. ...
The ugliest dwarf in Sigil is practicing his tai chi in the center of the room. He moves without any real grace; his precision is the certainty of stone, rocks sliding against rocks, limbs held in place by muscle alone. His hands are enormous: strangler’s hands, with knuckles like pebbles thrusting up out of his weathered grey skin. He turns, and turns again, balanced on the balls of his feet. His brows jut out over his eyes. He stares, angry, at the world. ...
There’s a backstory, but it’s too late in the evening for me to write it up. This is for Jeff.
So here’s the campaign. This is Mike’s fault. It’s a little known fact, but once you’ve been President of the United States, you don’t get to die. You live on in eternal unlife after your death; sure, you leave a corpse, because everyone likes funerals, but your Ka goes on. Yes, Ka. Just like in Egypt. Look at the dollar bill; you think the pyramid isn’t there for a reason? You are bound to the country. You can speak to the current President, but each sentence you speak takes a year of his life. That’s the real reason why Presidents age in office. Once a President leaves office you lose your connection to them, but you’ll be there to welcome them to the afterlife, oh yes. It’s the only excuse you have for a party. ...
The Men of Action game, invented by Rob MacDougall: Pick a historical figure; let’s say Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman’s Men of Action! Describe the ensuing campaign. Go.