Game in the Brain

It was another post apocalyptic world. This time, there were people who were born with supernatural owers. Some were born with greater powers than others. It was a gift that was given regardless of who you were, rich poor or insane. In the Philippines where 80% was poor, things began to change immediately when certain individuals begin to have power able to bring so much death and destruction from such simple beginnings.

We were making do in this dark world. Chat and I were living in the san juan, with the house falling apart from the increasing storms caused by the abuse of such powers. I had a power as well, fire. It wasn’t much, just a convenience. I could heat things up to cooking temperatures with my hands. Although my body is still fragile to the effects of what the heat could indirectly make. We ate giant janitor fish that have bred through out all the major water arteries. They had glass hard teeth that were scattered in their bodies. I was cooking them by hand since it would save money, roasting it as I held it while it was sauced up with seasoning. As the fish meat was getting firmness as it cooked we took the teeth out and it was sharp and dangerous looking.

But that was just another day in the story. Chat and I were married and strangely we all lived here in this dark gloomy world. My older sister has been married 3 times and as the fire guy had to do some stuff for the preparations. Things were weird when an ability had no skill or experience in became my trade. I met other people with powers, some of them enviable as one kept getting more and more powers. He managed to divert the storms away from the city but it rained outside of a radius continuously.

There was problems, a lot of them. There was this swindler we had to do business with. I was incredibly suspect of him and beyond his untrustworthiness, he had an inferiority complex to those with powers. I had a boss, another person with power who was a good leader despite my difference of opinion. The swindler had issues with my boss and things were falling apart. Given my personality and work ethic with such powers, I was second and command. A corporal, who would lead some powered others; not necessarily more weaker than me, on the contrary I was the median of the group. Leadership was given to me out of my experience and previous life.

It was a savage world. No electricity, no real economy, no civilization. We lived in a dark world struggling to keep order. The squad I worked in was making sure order was maintained. Were weren’t cops, but powers gave everyone a different look on us: as though we had authority-when were just trying to keep order for everyone’s sake. There were guns and it could kill us, it could kill me. Marauders aren’t common since we helped everyone we can and there was no need to fight us. The janitor fish has overwhelmed the pasig river, eating all pollutants, and since all the factories were closed and their food supply dwindled began to eat each other.

The problem was making things right at home at this given age. We were forced to deal with our neighbors and have no law to watch our backs: even if we were the “law” we didn’t feel we were those who were supposed to wield that authority and we’re waiting for the world to right itself. But life was going on and we couldn’t wait.

I woke up when I realized I can consume fire like food and I warmed the spring coils of our old mattress to 36 degrees before going to sleep with my wife in our humble home.

Beowulf and Grendel. It would make a good adventure, if the game was to be set in Westeros.

Fading Suns. According to henry i have to target Limited story arcs. I won’t design the game where we will be waiting for the adventure to hit a sagging point before finding a good ending. Given the nature of each drop of point, i’ve come to use the format of firefly for the “episodes” to make it more pronounced as possible. I know some people feel like they “have” to join the game and that worries me. I’m ok with 3 players, who are intrested and more than happy with that. I don’t need to emotionally dragged down by a player who isn’t intrested. Its not like i’m forcing anything, i just want to have a game start on time and end of time. Its not like i enforce my standards, its just how i value my play time (if not value my other friends play time).

I know in this respect, how i am very demanding about schedules, punctuality, and quality of preparation can be annoying, thankfully i keep it all to myself and another friend. But, i have to say that as we get older, our schedules become more tangled up, and right now there should be a level of concern to how we use our time. Because if we want to keep this up, we have to make it work with a predictable schedule.

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