Month: November 2014

Dream Diary

Something a bit different today. I’m not in the habit of remembering dreams much less writing them down in a blog, but these were so vivid I can recall them hours later.

Dream 1

The first was me being in a school assembly hall (as an adult) watching a film on an old-school projector and screen, sitting next to a woman I didn’t know. This was intercut with scenes of me waking up in the dark in a pool of rubbish somewhere with a dead body next to me, and her somewhere else with a body next to her.

Then I found myself in a third location in an apartment, being held hostage and forced to submit to bizarre orders under threat of hurt being inflicted on my loved ones (which may or may not include the woman in the pool).

The last part of the dream involved me being forced to swallow a fist-sized gobbet of semi-molten gold, held towards me at arms length in a pair of tongs by a six-foot tall assassin in a trenchcoat. I protested a bit saying I can’t possibly do that, and he replied in a rather jovial way that it would all be fine and I could swallow it no problem. I set to trying to deform the ball with my hands, because it was still liquid inside, and maybe if I made it more like a cigar shape I could get it down.

Then I woke up.

Dream 2

The second was in some high-tech office building with a big void in the centre (like the megablocks in Dredd) and the means of getting to different rooms was to wait for a platform to take you across — a platform with no guard rail, just a flat hovering sheet of metal. There were other high-tech things too like the lunch que, where you programmed in your chosen meal (I had a pre-programmed “usual”).

Then in the afternoon there was some kind of military drill where all the platforms were locked down. This was a scheduled thing that happened every thursday, and it meant all the office workers who needed to get to the other side of the building for meetings were forced to climb through crawlspaces and up to service platforms, where they’d leap meter wide gaps to get where they were going. Dozens of people in suits and lab coats and security armour jumping back and forth, and no-one fell, which was a surprise.

Then the dream cut to the roof where there was some kind of real military incursion going on — a lone assailant in a helecopter was shooting the place up, but really it seemed to be a vendetta between them and a corporate employee who also had a helecopter with guns. Eventually one or both of them were shot down, and the first one dispatched the second on the ground by forcing some strange breathing apparatus — it looked a lot like a pair of big blue lips — over the other’s nose and mouth. Instantly the victim’s lips and tongue went blue and swelled up, and they started convulsing as the invading chemical (biological agent, nanotech weapon?) began rewriting the geometry (and function?) of their internal organs, with unpleasant popping sounds.

Then I woke up.


It’s 4am UK time but midday in Singapore, so you could call that a lie-in. I’ve been agressively trying to rebalance the time-zones; arguably easier travelling East-West since all I need to do is stay awake, which I mostly did — managing a respectable 9.30pm (with naps) but we still have a half-eaten episode of Gotham for today.

We’re celebrating a combined 80th birthday this weekend. Our social circle pretty much wrote October off as a bad lot, and the usual celebrations didn’t happen for all the Librans.

So we went to the pretentious supermarket and I snagged three different bags of threesixty coffee and a couple of bottles of bourbon. This one’s Guatamalan, it’s lovely and fresh although my favourite is still the Tanzanian.


I haven’t written here for a month. I forced myself to put something down about Kate, and then a few sporadic thoughts came as a distraction from the mid-October stresses, but otherwise it’s been a dry patch. After looking deep into the past I’ve been contemplating the future, both professionally and creatively, deciding whether I should adjust my expectations to the world, or whether the world should adjust to mine. As usual the answer is messy and confused, and ultimately “a bit of both”.

I’m not sure what the end state will look like, but part of my deliberation has brought me back to the reason I started this blog as a creative outlet and a means to practice writing. With that in mind, I’m going to try to focus on actual projects and write more frequently again. The coffee is brewed, let’s talk about the future.


I have three creative projects on the go. All of them are around games, and two have deadlines around next April when I’ve committed to running them. The third has no deadline, which is less good; I’m trying to work out how to hold myself accountable, and holding myself accountable is one of the boring things I do in my day job, and I don’t care for it.

Anyway, games.

Death Comes To Wyverley

This is a Beyond the Wall playset inspired by and set in the world of Garth Nix’ Sabriel and sequels. It’s probably the project which will be easiest to execute, just by following the templates in BtW and the ideas I’ve expressed earlier regarding separation of internal village from the external adventure.


The game will be set in Wyverley college, meaning all PCs will be female. This is the “village” of BtW and character playbooks will focus on developing the PCs relationships with the college and the staff, as well as their reason for being at school there. The external adventures should take place in the surrounding areas which, being close to the capital-W Wall (map) could lead to all kinds of encounters with the Dead and Free Magic users.

I’ve already drawn up a character sheet for the game. Other features should include:

  • the diamond of protection as a ritual;
  • adapting the Scarlet Heroes damage system to this game (see the character sheet);
  • a discussion on what it means to have gone into negative hit points and therefore Death;
  • at least six playbooks rooted in the families of the Old Kingdom, who have sent their daughters to the other country for education.

Transuranic World

I’ve had a mind to write a Sapphire and Steel themed game for a couple of years, since we discovered the Big Finish audio plays. I’ve also had the urge to write a game that’s Powered by the Apocalypse.

This one is mechanically the most challenging. So far the features I’ve settled on are:

  • a complete list of human moves, which all humans will have access to — but the non-human Agents will only have partial access to, because they have big gaps in their comprehension of humans and human history
  • a list of moves that Time can take against Agents
  • Time and various Transient Beings as Fronts
  • something to do with clocks as the countdown.

If you don’t know PbtA games then the jargon above won’t mean much. One thing I’ve realised however is that I must also run some Apocalypse World (or Monsterhearts, or something) as I’ve only played so far. More later.

Our City

This is the biggest project, and the one without a deadline.

This is a game about building and then playing in a City. A couple of years ago I had an idea for the City Accelerator, and this is an attempt to make something coherent and useful of that idea. Along with the use of cards, the system should make use of the WaRP OGL system.

It’s a game for presenting the City as a character, inspired by “city fiction” from the likes of China Mieville, John Brunner, some J G Ballard, Mary Gentle’s Rats and Gargoyles, Warren Ellis’ Transmetropolitan, and Peake’s Gormenghast. Urban Fantasy is a thing now, and while this isn’t an urban fantasy game per se it is all about people living in close proximity and relative anonymity, about finite resources but infinite complexity, about boundaries between inside and outside and about how cities look different from different perspectives.

Now, I’m conscious of a large number of city products in the RPG market:

I’m aware of all of these products, and keeping in mind the fact that my idea is different from those is a challenge in itself. After all, if someone else has already done such a game, what’s the point in re-writing it? It would just be another “city heartbreaker”.

Actually I do think it’s sufficiently different, but I need to work on an elevator pitch that explains that to other people. It’s different from OTE, Itras By and A|State by virtue of not being a complete packaged city setting, but more of a toolkit and visualisation tool. It’s different from Kingdom because it’s consciously a traditional, GM-led RPG in the spirit of what I call “90s minimalism” design a la Everway and the aforementioned WaRP system (though the use of the latter doesn’t help comparisons with OTE). Perhaps Vornheim is the closest in terms of intent, but I’m happy that my execution should be completely different.

That’s about as much as I can say at this point.


As well as design, I need to play more. The current list of must-play (and run/facilitate) includes

Most of these are indie games for which I’ve bought actual physical copies, so I better get along and play them, right? It’s the right time of year, now the days are shorter and one wants to be inside and telling stories.

Comments Off

I’m considering turning the comments off here. Since I now push posts to social media there are enough places where people can reply if they feel the need.

Comments are not really been what this blog is about anyway. I started writing here because I wanted to shape the format away from Livejournal. The capacity for comment, likes and plus-one moderation must shape the relationship with the audience. And make no mistake, it’s great to have feedback (and affirmation) but it really doesn’t happen that often. If I ever had expectations of getting comments or replies, they’ve gone down as I’ve participated in social media more.

If someone doesn’t comment or like what I write, what does that mean? I assume I’m more likely to be overlooked than actually disliked. But more importantly if someone feels strongly enough to write about something I write, I’d like to encourage people to write their own articles as counterpoints. We exist in a culture of threaded conversations and the signal to noise is low. In the old days if you didn’t like something in the newspaper you wrote a letter to the editor, and that meant for the most part you thought a bit longer about the message in the reply (Daily Mail being an exception, I suppose).

I won’t turn the comments off just yet; and I’d be interested to read if anyone actually values the comments facility here. It doesn’t help that I moderate the comments of course, but I do draw the attention of spammers on occasion, so that’s the way it will be for the time being.

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