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Pages from History

March 9, 2017 2 comments



Over on Twitter, to help relieve the endless torrents of foulness gushing from Westminster and the White House, I’ve been posting pictures of what I called #OverlookedRPG products. Usually they are complete games, occasionally a supplement (I’m keeping the rules for inclusion somewhat fluid), but always something I either own or used to own and which I feel never quite achieved the success it deserved.

It’s been interesting to see how people react to the tweets. For some it’s a competition to see if I include something they’ve not heard of (it’s really not a competition; I’m making no claims to have a particularly obscure or rare collection); others express delight at seeing a favourite of theirs included after years of thinking they were the only one ever to buy a copy; and many retweet or favourite a game they’ve enjoyed. Unsurprisingly, the more obscure games, lacking that warm feeling of nostalgia, tend to receive the fewest clicks.

In all cases I’ve tried to include a link to further information and, where applicable, to somewhere you can still buy a copy (or a PDF, as is increasingly common). Sadly, licensing means that Buck Rogers (above) can only be found on the secondhand market and is unlikely to be reprinted, a pity as it’s a game with a lot going for it.

Partly to aid my fragmented memory and avoid repetition, I experimented with Storify and put all of the tweets so far in one place. You can find them here and I shall continue to add new ones after they’ve appeared on Twitter.

Have a wander down the dusty halls of gaming history and see what takes your fancy. There’s no reason for these games to be unjustly overlooked forever.


Hey Ho, Let’s TGO

November 20, 2011 1 comment

… or, as in my case, not.

The early results for the draw are in and Twitter is full of delight and disappointment from those who either have or have not made it into the 2012 TGO Challenge hike. Congratulations to all who made the cut and fingers firmly crossed for those of you on the waiting list.

I didn’t submit an application for 2012 – sparing the time each year is difficult for me and not at all fair on The Lovely Emma, who doesn’t join me on longer hikes – but 2013 or 14 will be duly pencilled-in. In the meantime, 2012 might see a holiday with Em and, of course, the UK Games Expo in May. We had planned to attend the Expo together, a fine plan sadly scuppered by the convention clashing with the Eurovision Song Contest: The Lovely Emma has clear priorities.

Summon Elemental

October 30, 2011 1 comment

Appropriately grainy semi-Victorian photograph

Monday in Manchester and the start of a strangely steampunk week for me. Despite a reputation as a Victorian a century or so out of his time I have never actually had anything to do with the steampunk crowd, a generally charming and usually very enthusiastic bunch  taken to cleverly constructing outré outfits and exotic sci-fi machinery from old clockwork and machine parts. That’s not to say that steampunk is unknown to me; indeed, I’m a keen reader and great admirer of the work of K. W. Jeter (among others), the man who is credited with coining the term back in the eighties, and I’ve played and run many role-playing games such as Victoriana and Space: 1889 which have steampunk themes or elements. What I’ve not done is either dress up in Victorian togs and attended a gig in a Manchester pub, nor spent an evening sporting cavalry whiskers and play-acting my way through a murder mystery with friends.

Until now.

The week began, as I was saying, with the alleged first Manchester gig for bright Brighton peer Professor Elemental, billed as “Chap-hop’s enfant terrible” on the flyers, at the Lass o’ Gowrie pub. A small, indeed compact, venue but one which won me over instantly by the simple expedient of having Timothy Taylor’s Landlord on tap. The free WiFi was a nice touch, as well. Long a BBC haunt, it now seems to be positioned increasingly as a student and entertainment venue. I didn’t dress in a steampunk or Victorian style, sporting nothing more exotic than a sports jacket and fairly subdued cravat, but there were steampunks aplenty in attendance. The evening began with Freestyle Fictionary, a sort of performance word game group. I’d seen nothing like them before but gathered as things progressed that they represented in some ways the very roots of rap, flinging verse and rhyme back and forth in an improvised verbal battle. Part way through the performance The Lovely Emma directed my attention to the anonymous figure at the bar: Professor Elemental himself in his Clark Kent persona. Fearlessly interrupting his drinks-buying endeavours, and thus keeping his friends from their beers for a good ten minutes, I wandered over and said hello. We had, I should say, communicated occasionally before, as the good Professor was generous enough to allow the use of several of his tunes on the podcasts I produce for which led to periodic Twitter conversations, so there was at least recognition there to offset the inconvenience of being kept from his pint.

The show itself was delightful, once the main attraction had hurriedly changed into his pith helmet and safari ensemble, with an enthusiastic and appreciative crowd lapping up the performance as Professor E. effortlessly glided from playful banter to rapping about tea, village fetes, battling other performers (no love for “Mr B. the Gentleman Rhymer” from this audience) and performing awful experiments on animals. Most of the material was familiar to the fans – clearly so, given how easily they sang along and jumped in at the appropriate places – but there was one new piece; and that was something quite revealing. Offered the choice of a song about cutting the heads off animals and putting them onto other animals (cheering), one about the Quest for the Golden Frog (louder cheering) and something new and unfamiliar about men who dress up as owls and hunt in the night (almost desperate cheering) the audience’s preference was clear. Instead of a rap with the familiar, quirky hip-hop backing music of the rest of his work this one was clearly incomplete and was presented with no backing track, just a man speaking to the spellbound crowd. The piece itself was charming, although very much in keeping with his more familiar recent work, but what struck me particularly was what happened when it was offered in this raw, stripped-down form. The heart was revealed, the simple, rather beautiful core of the evening, as an amusing, light piece that will no doubt fit very well with the other catchy songs on a future album was instead given to us as poetry, quite enthralling in its simplicity. Behind every one of his songs the same poetic heart lies, waiting to be noticed once you’ve stopped smiling and tapping your feet.

The week ended with something far from simple, a convoluted murder mystery set aboard the airship Orient Express V. Despite having worked both designing and selling games in the past I had not previously played one of these murder mystery party affairs. This time the theme was steampunk, a fine excuse for a group of friends to cobble together  some vaguely Victorian outfits (authenticity is excused, one of the beauties of steampunk over re-enactment, as there never was a “steampunk” period) and spend the evening trying to unravel the crime and catch the killer, a task made increasingly complicated as we worked our way through the wine cellar.
So it was that I bought a cheap bowler hat from eBay, raided my wardrobe and trimmed my beard into a style inspired by Nigel Green in Zulu, with a distinct dash of Malcolm McDowell as Flashman. Quite what reaction I’ll get at work tomorrow is anyone’s guess, but I’m sticking with it until the chin-whiskers grow back. Great fun. Anyone but me could have done it, although since I was playing a government agent on undercover assignment to protect one of the other passengers my actions were suspicious enough to raise eyebrows among the other guests. In the end the culprit turned out to be none other than The Lovely Emma. We returned home together, with me feeling somewhat nervous to be sharing a house with such a ruthless murderess.

A delightful bunch, entirely trustworthy...

Testing Times

January 13, 2011 Leave a comment

Jotting down a few words to test the automatic Twitter update, what with being rather new to this blogging lark and all.

Hash Brownie Points

January 10, 2011 Leave a comment

My inability to start a popular Twitter hashtag game is reaching near-legendary status.

This may be, in part, due to the relatively low number of followers my obscurity generates, coupled with the fact that at least half of them are quite likely not to be real people at all. And celebrity Tweeters don’t exactly leap on my playful hashtag suggestions with unalloyed glee.

It must be said that not everyone gets a chuckle from puns like Ibex You Look Good on the Dance Floor, but obviously I’m not doing it for those people; and therein lies the problem, of course.

Oddly enough, no matter how many puns I post about rude confectionary, bestial perversions or musical elder gods the actual number of people following me hardly varies. You’d think that an endless stream of cheap nob gags would be enough to put anyone off, but apparently such is not the case. Nonetheless, the Web-spanning hashtag game phenomenon of my dreams remains tantalisingly elusive… and pointless.

#faunafetish #naughtysweets #cthulhupop

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