Thoughts about games and such from Nicholas aka omophagic_beast.
You find yourself in front of a door made of heavy, dark wood, and inscribed with a calendar of moon phases and constellations. A scrap of paper sticks out from the bottom of it, yellowed with age. It begins: Microscope is a world building TTRPG published by Lame Mage Productions. Published quite a while ago, too, back in 2011 (15 years ago!) making this the oldest game I've talked about so far.…
You find yourself in front of a door. It is old, and brass, and round, with a dark window in the center. There's movement behind it, but as you lean in to look you realize there's water seeping into the toes of your shoes, leaking out from the bottom of the door — and carrying a note with it. It begins: It's my birthday today! pauses for raucous applause Thank you, thank you, yes it's very…
The door is solid metal this time. Burnished shining steel with one of those push bars across the middle. It's also glowing, softly, with a blood-red heat that's crawling from its center towards the edges. I recommend you grab the note quickly — and perhaps find someplace else to read it. It begins: (Quick warning: Praise the Hawkmoth King involves a lot of subjects that would generally go under a…
You stand in front of a door. Wrought iron spirals in patterns more suitable for a garden gate, but stretch tall enough and circle tightly enough to create a solid regularly sized door. Thick parchment peeks out from underneath it, yellowed with age. It begins: The Bloggies tournament winners have been announced , and after spending a week reading through one category and a day reading through all…
You stand in front of what I can only describe as an art nouveau nightmare, forced into the approximate shape of a door. Whatever spaces were left for glass have been filled with thick obsidian and whatever metal holds it together has tarnished to where it's nearly the same dark color. The paper poking from its edge is lavender this time, with a dried flower pressed within. It starts: I really…
You find yourself in front of a large wooden door. All manner of beasts are carved into its surface, grinning and snarling at you, but its actual guardian seems to be missing for the moment. Still, the door is locked, and incredibly heavy besides. You hear a soft noise and look down to see a folded piece of paper at your feet. It must have been slipped under the door. A note from the labyrinth.…