I believe it was around the launch of MK3, wuflu has made cash tight enough to casually drop money on any of their books but its hard to not notice local shops shrinking the PP figure section even before it went off. Apologies for vagueness I'm not familiar enough personally.
Models kept getting bigger and more expensive, switched to shitty resin from manly pewter, got sidetracked with Hordes, and fell victim to power creep and ruleset tinkering. Oh and they fucked up distro of new models, meaning most places outside the US couldn’t buy in to new edition even if they wanted to.
Malifaux isn't that bad. I've gotten an inside track on some of the stuff Wyrd was doing and they're listening less to the Eurospergs who were causing a lot of the problems with the rule sets and errata. Regardless of your feelings on 3E it's a lot easier to get new people in with the Keyword crew building.
Still fucked off that Jakob Lynch is no longer Neverborn. Fucker (and hungering darkness) was the cornerstone of my NB lineup and I’ll be fucked if I weeb out and start playing 10T.
This is pretty much what failed with one of my old groups, the DM was a great storyteller, but also socially inept and emotionally stunted, he was also quick to feel insulted over any criticism, be it major or minor. He was a major railroader and your character would have little input on things, even on their personal stories, his campaigns felt more like books or story driven video games.
the best ideas I've ever had in my games comes from the random shit that players throw out there in the spur of the moment and I seize it as Inspiration and run with it. Involving your Players in the game and collaborating has made the table a joy to be around. Sure it's my story but you have to leave enough wiggle room to toss in some Player Agency for random things and then everyone feels special.
Are you saying playing RPGs, as a player or as a GM, is a matter of nuance?
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A lot of this bullshit has nothing to do with having fun/making good art and everything to do with preening for asspats. And it's gotten way, way worse in the last year.
One would think the title of this game system/rulebook would be the most laughable thing but somehow they've managed to top it. They somehow rocketed past 'Thirsty Sword Lesbians' which sounds like a joke title that /tg/ would brew up to make something intentionally bad.
Thirsty Sword Lesbians is a game written by a group of bitter incels who watch too much porn and LARP as women, for bitter incels who watch too much porn and LARP as women, about a group of gay queer lesbians who go out and fight evil by flashing their tits to overwhelm evil with lust, make snarky one-liners until evil runs away crying, or just straight up murder evil with their penis surrogates, and then they go home to have frilly tea parties, cry about their emotions, and have a massive gay orgy.
Actually, has anyone here looked at the credits and checked who in the writing team is a troon and who's not? There can't be a lot of actual women who don't instinctively cringe at the
This is hitting all TCGs now. The scalpers woke up to how much money they can make on neckbeards playing TCGs. It will kill some games outright when the product is all scalped and no one wants to pay $300 for a chase rare they need for their deck.So the Pokemon TCG is in a rather interesting position at the moment. For this who are unaware prices of vintage product has skyrocketed recently thanks to none other then the antics of Jake Paul. You’ll probably remember he did a retro box opening of the 1st edition base set and paid over $200K for the box.
This has caused a ripple effect throughout the game peaking the interest of scalpers and combined with Kung Flu along with increased demand it is actually impossible for people to find Pokemon TCG products in any store. This shortage hasn’t just effected your typical gaming store but places like target and Walmart also have empty shelves.
This was especially evident with the most recent set release and the McDonalds happy meal promotion. In the USA there was also promo cards included inside boxes of cereal. Unsurprisingly people weren’t buying the cereal but just tearing boxes open in stores to get the promo cards to steal and sell on eBay for inflated prices.
This video has a pretty good break down of the timeline just try and ignore the oh so sad boo boo music looped in the background
Edit: A couple hours after posting this it appears the madness is following into the Final Fantasy TCG with boxes of the 11th set going for $500 - $600. This set was only released last year and only had one chase card.
Final Fantasy TCG: Opus XI Price Skyrockets!
The price of Final Fantasy TCG: Opus XI has been rising exponentially in recent weeks, with prices hitting record highs. With Opus XI Booster Sets currently sel
I wonder how much of this has to do with the spiteful mutant theory. First generation game designers area really intelligent outcasts, the next generation is slightly dumber and the third generation is too stupid to design games but gets into the position any way. Instead of making games they use the platforms to discourage others from building the hobby up and innovating game design. You're left with sludge for brains who love 40k/star wars/harry potter because it's their childhoods but they're incapable of maintaining it so it collapses under their arm pit funk.
Games run out of design space and you have to admit it and move on. Warmachine ran out of space so they made giant expensive models (like GW). Once that space had dried up there was no where left to go. They refused to call it and move onto something else and the MK3 launch turned everyone off. Warmachine suffered with being too well put together for there to be room for home brewing. Adding a goblin tank to fantasy battle as a home brew is a fun convention event. Adding new models to Warmachine was impossible.
I remember tabletop gaming in the 80's and 90's, where 'Macho Women With Guns' and its supplement 'Renegade Nuns on Wheels' were spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Fun fucking games with a tongue planted firmly in cheek, where not-Ellen Ripley. not-Red Sonja and not-Sarah Connor teamed up to battle Isaac Azathoth for the fate of whothefuckcares. I remember HOL (Human Occupied Landfill), a hilarious pizza-cutter game (all edge, no point) about an all-male prison planet as seen through the eyes of someone having a really bad peyote trip. I remember SLA industries giving people the chance to be a slightly bigger than average maggot on the rotting corpse of a planet dying from end-stage monopolistic capitalism, but approached the setting with a very dry, quintessentially British sense of humour. I remeber the cheapness and pointlessness of life in Paranoia, an RPG that Orwell himself would have loved. I remember the balls-to-the-wall insanity of an Australian RPG named Hunter Planet, where death, mutation and dismemberment were the gold standard for PC's.
Amazingly enough, the one common complaint I hear from soc-jus types is just how hard is it to find groups to play tabletop games.
It’s pretty hard to play a cooperative games when they’re all competing with who has the saddest life story.Amazingly enough, the one common complaint I hear from soc-jus types is just how hard is it to find groups to play tabletop games.
I wonder why that is?
So, five coomers and one cunt so dry it drips sand.
