In which the author admits to a nagging feeling that computing has gone wrong somewhere, points at a tiny algebra that maybe gets a part of it right, and starts building yet another programming language. Sorry.
In which we introduce a comely new tool for new roleplayers who find themselves suddenly called upon to act.
In which we observe that the worst GM at any table and the current President of the United States share, with uncanny fidelity, the very same qualities.
In which the standee-making tool is rebuilt from scratch, acquiring a coverflow carousel, a proper PDF export, and a somewhat snazzier countenance.
In which we dig into the numbers after fifty paid games and ask, with a clear eye, whether this enterprise is worth the candle.
In which we introduce a simple tool for printing paper standees, born of desperation before one too many D&D sessions.
In which an uneasy truce with the Whiskered Gang is put to the test and the wererats reveal an unexpected side.
In which we take stock of listing games on StartPlaying.Games and weigh the cost and the benefit with an honest hand.
In which three weary adventurers brave the frozen tundra by dogsled and encounter a guide who is not entirely what she seems.
In which we tame a most fearsome Discord bot and put it to work with no more than ten well-chosen commands.