M of Ragged Feathers @signalstation@raggedfeathers.com

I'm kicking off playtesting of a game I came up with called PILOTING EGGBERT about tiny little Pilots who drive a human-shaped vessel called Eggbert around and try to, you know, do human stuff.

It's a chatroom-based RPG with drop-in/drop-out support built-in so it's not a time commitment.

If you're curious, the rules and instructions to join are here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bSBuLR62bfAoTt3b3DYJwS6aNu5hC8MV3htg1UFHI3g/edit?usp=sharing

There's still time to make a PIlot for this pilot!

Available for the low, low price of "whatever you want to pay for it", it's a collection of creepy and quirky microfiction called WITCHES TOWN!

Featuring a stunning cover from @sajan and interior contributions from @RAPIDPUNCHES and @VOID ! Wow!

Featuring words I wrote all in order!

Weird locales! Bogs and caves! Monsters and ghosts! Jokes! A PDF/epub/mobi .zip file like the pros use!

If your heart can stand it:
https://gum.co/witchestown

Signs Your Exorcist May Not Be Legit

1. Their sole piece of equipment they call a "Ghostbustin' stick," which you suspect is a storm-blown tree limb from your neighbor's lawn.

2. They claim they learned how to exorcise "from the streets" and so you ask "Which streets?" but when you go to those named streets, they still look pretty haunted actually.

3. When asked their favorite thing about being an exorcist, they say "Working in a field that has no centralized licensing authority."

I am a phoenix, an unkillable weed, a scattered clutch of eggs, and the loss of witches.town and a.weirder.earth has only made me more powerful.

I use Mastodon as a place to write microfiction, mostly. Oddly horror-focused for someone who doesn't enjoy being scared.

I've written pseudonymous nonsense for Horrible Vacuum as George G.G. George (if you like witches/cannibals/humor) and everything else is at signalstation.com

I make music mixes, live in the SF Bay Area. Still alive.

Time to bring back songs that have dances associated with them! I call this one The Timeless Twist!

♫ C'mon now baby! Let's do--♫

*leg crumples under me and I immediately fall down four flights of stairs and onto a skateboard, rolling through a public park and into a gravel pit just as a dump truck empties a load of broken doll parts on top of me*

Please sign up for my Patreon where every month you crumple up a one dollar bill and chuck it down a sidewalk grate and in return I live in the sewers and eat the rats then wipe my mouth with whatever money I find.

"If'n you don't have root on yer cowboy hat, you ain't no kinda cowboy at all." - Ancient cyberpunk cowboy wisdom, found carved in restroom wall of 10 Gallon Al's House of Digital Hats, 18th Lvl, Orbital Velvet Course

♫ Jus' a cyberpunk cowboy on a cyberpunk plain / hackin' the OS of my tractor for to get it goin' again ♫

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Corporations are nice.

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One small consolation of the world burning and human civilization collapsing is that it's going to take everyone who advertises on Hulu with it.

Million Dollar Idea: A recap show that's also a mystery show.

Investigators come to a small town where the death of a teenager threatens to surface all the secrets the locals have been trying to hide, but we spend most of our time listening to the investigators talk to each other about the most recent episode of [SPONSORED SHOW].

Drawing a chalk outline, speculating about plot elements on [SHOW], in the morgue with microscopes discussing casting, guest stars. Podcast listening in the cop car.

me (having spent a whole day lazing about, reading, listening to music, watching TV, eating): Well, night is falling. I should probably "do" something.

my brain: ah, but what if you continued doing nothing?

me: But I have a few game projects I could work on.

my brain: no one's waiting on those

me: Right, so... no point in writing?

my brain: no point... also your weekend is getting away from you and you should accomplish something

me: ... You sonuvva...

A pirate who lost their hand due to misadventure but had it replaced with a VHS copy of HOOK (1991).

Is that something?

Sometimes I post just to post, I don't know what to tell you.

Hey, if you're stopping by the Con, be sure to visit our booth! It's located at the bottom of the southeast stairwell, submerged under water! Just hold your breath and use the guide rail to walk down one more flight and you'll find us there! We've got brochures and we've got hard candy! We've got fun plastic gills and we've got codes you can enter on our site to win a minifridge!

[A group of typical D&D adventure types w/ torches, swords, leather boots, stopped in front of a stone arch that leads into darkness by a creature that's handing them a form & quill. Form has INFORMED CONSENT written across top.]

Creature: "First time to our dungeon? Fantastic! Well, we do things a /little different/ around here."

I'd fight a kaiju if it was, like, 3 ft tall.

I'm not saying I'm a HERO...

but if other people say it, I'm not going to be a jerk about it either

Sure, the day job allows me to maintain a household in one of the world's most expensive areas, but...

What if I could just hole up at home and write out RPG scenarios instead?

I've got two bouncing around, plus a Dialect scenario, plus a gameplay modifying add-on something-or-other idea, plus my own game which could be expanded, or actually played.

Or I could keep attending meetings, sending emails, and manage to pay rent, eat, etc. Hmm.

You see: A crumpled piece of paper, hidden behind a cw:

> Open the piece of paper

The piece of paper has a single swear word on it. Someone wrote this word down, then, awash in shame over their misdeed, crumpled it up and hid it here, hid their sin behind a content warning.

We can find them. We can hunt them down.

> Smell the paper

We have their scent.

> Eat the paper

This track is for us to follow. Us alone.

> Nah, just kidding I don't care

Please

> Save & Quit

Love to set up a folding table outside a right-wing gathering for the purpose of raising funds to "build the wall," dressed as a mason, complete with my own bricks and mortar, telling people I intend to build "the wall" myself, never mentioning that the specific wall I have in mind is located in my catacombs, half finished, echoing with the cries of a merely half-entombed Fortunato.

Wrestlers, one holding the other in a headlock. The camera sees them talking but is too far away to pick up the words.

Could be stock tips. Could be a story about the tiniest dragon. Could be about the optimum depth for planting tulip bulbs. Could be anything incongruous to the violent entertainment being performed.

That's all there is to it, folks. That's how you make jokes. "What if something unexpected were happening?" You answer that question... and you've got something.