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It's really not that long of a list. As of this point in this thread, you've now learned nearly all of them.

Welp, I take it back. I thought it was just a couple people stamping their feet, demanding ever more proof of sexism (while also saying you can never really know what's in someone's heart, or that even if someone says they're sexist that doesn't mean they are, and so on, forever and ever, until...

You can't really argue with the marketplace-of-ideas crowd, because they're almost never in a position to get harassed as often or as viciously. To them, it's all just a game.

He throws a dozen bombs as ridiculous and trollish as this D&D thing every day. And the way the algorithm works there now, he'd have to go looking, and pretty hard, to see any pushback. Paid accounts get their replies pushed to the top, and they're overwhelmingly Elon fanboys and bots. So he's...

Suddenly thinking about the thread you created about sealioning. It's an interesting thread—people should go check it out!

Not to be that guy, but there are two people keeping this thread going by missing, evading, contorting, or simply ignoring every point. They've shown they're not persuadable. They aren't offering new insights, just sort of throwing jabs every so often to show they're still in the fight. The...

Help me out here. Did you really start a thread to complain about being accused of sealioning? In soccer, I think that's called an own goal.

Unless you're talking about GMless games, your regular assertions that the principles of improv inherently apply to RPGs are on incredibly shaky and unproven ground. To be more specific, the GM-player dynamic totally wrecks that framing. But even setting that aside (which I don't think we...

I get that for some reason this column doesn't get into actual game mechanics, but just wanted to mention that The Between has really fun mechanics related to a campaign-length Mastermind. The PCs are Penny Dreadful-style Victorian monster-hunters, and most of the Threats they go after aren't...

LIEF watches the drama playing out before him—no, within him—and wracks his memory, trying to recall the cosmic pecking order among this primal spirits. As always, the question is simple: Who dominates, and who should submit? Nothing's coming to him. The Elect never talked about strife within...

LIEF strains at the lake's control, stretching the mental leash but not snapping it, and wades toward Nimozaran. His pupils are gray whirlpools. The shifter touches the old wizard's face gently, then rough, as he pivots behind Nimozaran. His own movements jerky and strange, he points up at the...

LIEF remembers a lesson about the primal spirits. The Blessed of the Elect needed to know how to avoid their wrath, or even appease them, if necessary. For the combative spirits, if leaving their domain wasn't an option, the only alternative was surrender. Let nature dominate us beasts, as only...

LIEF huddles with Starn and Vorn. "We aren't these gnolls' keepers. Or their jailers. I say we let them go back to their demon and their hovels across the lake." He looks out at it. "And that we try to commune with that lake. We're nothing compared to this dead star. We need allies worthy of...

LIEF looks at each of the gnolls—the ones that stare blankly at Vorn dressing the squirrel, and their leader, strange in affect but eyes not yet glassy and unfocused—and understands. He gives a slight nod to Vorn and steps close to the gnoll leader. "It's too late for them," he glances past...

LIEF descends the hill as the gnolls ascend it, giving them a wide berth, hoping their attention stays focused on Vorn. As he goes, he keeps his eyes off that looming black shape. Nothing about it makes sense to him. There's a natural order to the world, and to the worlds beyond. Where does...

LIEF scans the gnolls out of habit, looking for anything he can exploit in a surprise attack. He sees the fetishes dangling from their necks and weapons—rough-hewn faces of some spirit or god, but definitely faces. Ram's faces. Something isn't lining up here. Gnolls are typically demon...

Seeing as this game has all the hallmarks of a "comedy" game, it's going to take a ton of praise from incredibly smart people for me to look into it at all. It seems like it's just about weaponizing puns, which, no thank you!

Point of order: FATE totally has HP. It just calls them Stress. Those aren't the only consequence, but they're a pretty major one, with Stress broken up into Mental and Physical boxes, which are based on you Skills (and sometimes Stunts).

LIEF waves his hands at the stag. "No!" he says in Primordial. But he knows it's pointless—he's already moving. He crouches, feeling the ache in his legs, and vaults up the slope. He lands next to Starn and grabs his shoulder, wheeling him around roughly. "There!" he yells, pointing at the...

LIEF moves to the horse, stepping fast but light, and speaks in Primordial. "Please! Please. Get a hold of yourself. This moronic old thing can't hurt you. You can hurt him, anytime you want. Have some self-respect. He fears you, not the other way around, wouldn't you agree?" He grabs Hat...