I must be losing it. I actually don't even know where to begin.
So are we really at the point where drawing little boxes around our prep is some magic bullet? Some glossy silver bullet that protects all agency? Are we really saying that calling out tables as violating agency somehow makes the term “useless”?
Why not just call it what it is? Moving prep in front of players. It doesn’t matter what we move. Quantum ogre. Quantum toothbrush. Quantum table. It got moved. It stripped meaning from the players’ choice. What’s so hard about calling it what it is?
Maybe now’s when the knights of good ride down on their polka-dotted horses to teach me a lesson. To show me the light. To explain how the dice cannot trample on agency. How naive of me to think otherwise. I should have learned by now that if something happens by chance, my choice still mattered.
Maybe those knights on their horses of orange and green will enlighten me. Maybe they’ll explain to my simple little brain why the players at that fork in the road, whose choices all lead to the same table, still have meaningful agency. Maybe they can fill my stupid little noodle with wisdom unknown to mortals. Maybe they can explain how that’s any different from an ogre.
Maybe those knights, on their great winged steeds of many dots, can educate the masses. Maybe they can teach us why tables being included makes the term “useless,” but tables not being included doesn’t. Maybe they can show us how these magic contraptions we call tables are above reproach. How rolling dice on a table I made, filled with encounters I chose, is somehow different from me just picking an encounter.
Maybe these knights in their armor, all shiny and bright, can tell us mortals why we don’t just play Yahtzee. Because if every choice comes down to a table, a dice roll, a random chance, then my choice never mattered. All that mattered was the dice and the DM’s prep.
To me, it all smells like ogre.