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This is the session report for my Starforged game. It is an intermission after Egress, Act 1. This takes place after things that happen at the end of Act 1 of Egress, which this blot hasnāt gotten to yet, FYI. If you donāt want to be spoiled, come back later — that being said, this will be parallel-standalone for a bit.
Iāll start by doing āLiftoff,ā the campaign prep. Unlike the Forge setting suggested by Starforged, this takes place on the post-collapse Earth of Egress.
Music: what dying inside a machine sounds like | breakcore mix
After the ?Who took over all signals and the kidsā escape through the Mercy Gate was broadcast to everyone, along with her rallying and desperation of the Earth to āpray for your honorees!ā, she was left behind like everyone else as the meteor was pushed back and became the low-orbiting Glitch Moon. The ?Who, having failed to be brought through the Gate, retreated and made a new plan out of vengeance and frustration, taking out her loathing on the Earth. With all data and network infrastructure scrambled by the Glitch Moon, any network connection had a chance of spawning or attracting rogue game constructs: Glitch Constructs, or GCs, from pesky scamps to judging ogres to looming kaiju, who can harm the physical world but are illegible to non-game weapons. Not only that, but more often than not, a direct attack by GCs doesnāt leave a body — people just disappear from reality. Together with the initial meteor storm and ongoing physical danger from GCs, networks from social media to payment processors to stock exchanges to critical infrastructure crashed in fatal loops. Only the ?Who had the power to establish secure connections, and she extracted heavy prices from those she spared (in frantic but coordinated 9:46 messages.) Many were not spared. She ensured that humanity was critically weakened, collapsing, desperate, stranded. Like her. Now the Glitch Goddess reigns in hell, but sheās withdrawing, seeming to lose interest in manipulating, punishing, calling would-be heroes, redirecting GCs, maintaining critical infrastructure. Itās all going dark again. Is this the end of the whole mess?
Oracle: have a lot of people died or disappeared? [Likely]
50: yes. The world has suffered an apocalypse.
Oracle: are human characters from Act 1 still alive and active? [50/50]
75: no. It has been more than 100 years, and our protagonist doesnāt know exactly how long ago it was.
Set a Flag: Iām setting a flag on detailed descriptions of the apocalypse and attendant suffering. That isnāt where I want the thematic focus of this game to be; itās post-apocalyptic/post-collapse adventure. Itās understood that things got very, very bad, but/and in a stylized and absurd way fitting the setting. Many horrible things are absurd. āKramer is an Owlā by KC Green
Starforged offers 14 categories of Truths about the setting to establish. Since this is a custom setting, most of the suggested options donāt apply, as fun as they are. Iāll use these to the extent they matter.
Cataclysm: the world has been Stranded. The Glitch Moon, GCs, and the collapse of network and data infrastructure worldwide, with the only recovery at the angry hands of the ?Who, have ended civilization on Earth as it was. What remains has mutated and changed, or retreated.
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a scrap of the pre-Cataclysm: in addition to being derived from the Victor doll design, sheās seen the video of the kids escaping Earth many times. She hates them, esp. that Other Doll.
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Exodus: There hasnāt been an exodus, except for the kids. Weāre all still here, though other means of Egress have been attempted. Getting skronked by GCs seems to take you somewhere.
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Communities: Many people live in networks of small settlements; or else in tightly-controlled sealed communities with closed networks. Larger and more organized settlements, carefully planned and guarded by anti-GC barriers, are rumored to be emerging but fragile. Itās dangerous to congregate in one place and risk spawning or attracting GCs, but Stranders connect people.
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Iron: Not interested in this for this setting. If a vow really matters, someone might put it on the blockchain if thatās their deal, or our PC might commit it to her code as a comment jewel.
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Laws: āPowers rise and fall, so any authority is fleeting. In the end, we must fend for ourselves. A few communities are bastions of successful autonomy, but many are corrupted or preyed upon by petty despots, criminals, and raiders.ā Plus there are secret societies like Blackstar. The ?Who is less an authority than a capricious goddess growing tired of punishing the world.
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Religion: Not very interesting to me for this setting. People still practice spirituality, often isolated and innovative (or deep throwback) sects and occultisms. 1998 Geocities Kemeticism. Some people find spiritual meaning in GCs, or the ?Who, but those entities donāt care.
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Magic: There isnāt magic, but there are glitches. (Eridan: āscience is real, magic is not.ā) GCs exist, and some can do videogamey stuff like cast fireball or buff allies or use weird abilities. Some organized and/or obsessed people have had very limited success tapping into āreality glitchesā as GCs do, enabling weird stuff and strange tech and phenomena. Like Glitch Busters.
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Communication and Data: āInformation is life. We rely on informal Stranders to transport messages, data, and goods across the danger between settlements. Direct communication and transmissions beyond a local network are impossible [without the personal sanction of the ?Who, during the 2 minutes per day she allows it.] Digital archives are available at larger outposts, but the information is not always up-to-date or reliable.ā
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Medicine: āTo help offset a scarcity of medical supplies and knowledge, the resourceful technicians we call riggers create basic organ and limb replacements. Much was lost in the Stranding, and what remains of our medical technologies and expertise is co-opted by the privileged and powerful [to the extent they exist]. For most, advanced medical care is out of reach. When someone suffers a grievous injury, theyāll often turn to a rigger for a makeshift mechanical solution.ā [there are techs who could potentially help repair our PC, but itās rare.]
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Artificial Intelligence: Do GCs and the ?Who count? Itās unclear if sheās an alien or AI or both. Machine intelligences like the Glitch Busters exist, but are rare and strange, and often not as free spirited as our PC, as far as she knows. Leaving the door open for Yokohama androids.
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War: āAfter the Stranding, resources are too precious to support organized fighting forces or advanced weaponry [mostly]. Weapons are simple and cheap. Vehicles are often cobbled together from salvage. Most communities rely on ragtag bands of poorly equipped conscripts or volunteers to defend their holdings, and mundane or strange raiders prowl.ā Anyway guns are no use against GCs so why bother — weapons would only be useful against people (or animals.)
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Lifeforms: Along with humans and Earth animals, the fundamentally otherworldly and strange GCs arise when networks touch dire data or the Glitch Moon passes overhead. They arenāt life, though it isnāt unheard of for them to form working relationships with humans.
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Precursors: Just the wreckage of old Earth, mostly. Butā¦there are a very small handful of weird places on Earth, like the āOctopus Ruinsā off the Newfoundland coast, that may be of pre-human construction. Maybe even created in a prior iteration of the universe . . . ? The ?Who has been known to suggest things to that effect, though she always chooses her words carefully.
Horrors: Ghosts are not unheard of. A whole lot of people died in weird ways. Theyāre possible, but very rare. The Victor doll whose design inspired the Glitch Busters was originally made to house a ghost, so our PC knows something about all that.
[With different Truth categories, this would be a great tool for defining details of the Medium, too.]
Now Iāll create my character. Starforged notes that its intended scope is human characters only, which Iām not doing for this game. This PC does not consider itself human or as possessing humanity. But kind of in the way that someone on Discord with it/its pronouns would say that. I make a note that my PC recovers Health with the Repair move rather than Heal (informed by the more detailed Heal table.)
I start by picking two Paths for my PC. I looked through these earlier: Iām picking Augmented, because sheās a cybernetic Glitch Buster with the powerful EX Turbine, and Fugitive, because sheās pursued and pestered by Blackstar GBs.
I also pick or describe a brief Backstory for now. Some of the options on the table that gel with what Iām thinking: āYou escaped an abusive or unjust situation,ā āYou rejected a duty,ā āYou were denied a birthright,ā āYour ambitions outgrew your humble origins.ā What I have for now is: sheās a Generation 2 Glitch Buster cyborg created (modified? Raised?) by a malevolent secret organization called Blackstar, which is rolling out the new Generation 4 GBs and scrapping obsolete units like her. She doesnāt want to die like that, she has a bigger destiny. Sheās going to rule the world! Theyāre all gonna pay for treating her like junk, for making the world this way, for leaving her behind and not letting her adventure and have fun. [delusions of grandeur may be informed by Blackstarās grandiose delusions] So she ran, City Escape/Shadow the Hedgehog style, fleeing [Techno Riot City] and heading north. Screw this monochrome scrap heap, itās boring! She wants it loud, she wants it pink, she wants it now!
I choose her Background Vow. This oneās easy, itās all she thinks about, itās right there in her name: the Future Ruler of Planet Earth. āWhen I rule the world, Iām gonna make you sweat, dog collar round your neck, on your knees and scrub the deck.ā (āoh no look whoās sorry, now theyāre answering to me, so scrub it/rub it/whip it/dry it it till I tell you to stopā)
By default, Starforged characters start with a starship. This PC doesnāt have a starship (she wishes!!), but I think she has a personal Boost Frame, a la Infinite Revolution. Iāll adapt the card to represent that instead.
Oracle: Is her Boost Frame separate from her body? [50/50]
76: no. These just represent the capabilities of its body. They canāt be separated or removed from it, although certain functions might be damaged or need repair. Iāll move fluidly between the Health and Integrity tracks as fits. Maybe the frame unfolds from internal panels and arrays when she uses it.
Iāll represent her Boost Frame as the Hoverbike asset, but only carrying one person, armed and multipurpose, and capable of being equipped with Module assets. Her back unfolds angular panels at speed, halfway between umbrella and wings. It (ie, she) was part of her gear loadout at Blackstar, and she stole it when she left. Thanks, suckers!
Now I choose a final Asset. I like the Snub Fighter module for a combat boost, but I love the Firebrand path for power-level anime garbage. Iāll take Firebrand, but about the incredible potential of [EX Power] rather than pyromancy, and with an extra ability that the PC can recover +fire in a high-stakes situation by Enduring Stress at -X per +fire sought. āEX Score: 3 and climbing.ā
Letās assign this characterās stats. Sneaky cunning tricky pranking Shadow is definitely her forte at 3, then speedy Edge and aggressive Iron at 2, then smartypants Wits and sociable Heart at 1.
Now I set my starting Condition Meters: Health, Spirit, and Supply at 5, Momentum +2, etc.
Finally, I envision the character: how they look, how they act, what they wear. The PC is humanoid, but hot pink with pale pink-white hair, solid black eyes and red irises, like Mina from My Hero Academia. Sheās visibly nonhuman, with grasping manipulators and flame-painted rocket legs, but doesnāt really look like a GC, either. Sheās too solid and real. Humming in her chest is the EX Turbine, like an upside-down heart that glows bright and hot when she pushes her physical power past its limits. She wears a thick future hoodie with a logo printed, shorts, and what appear to be big bulky boots. She acts like a little scamp, causing mischief and so on, goofing around and baring her teeth and treating deadly situations (which she often initiates) like a game. Iām thinking of two tags for her personality: Sweet Tooth and Me First!
Pronouns are it/its or she/her. Its designation is GB-873-0F-15. It thinks of itself as Future Ruler of Planet Earth, but some annoying humans like to abbreviate that to FRaPpE. Iām making a note to try to use she/her in narration when Frappe is being instrumentalized or treated as an object, and it/its when itās being particularly personable or sympathetic.
She has a big pack, a specialized toolkit that can work with her chassis, a āhandheld terminalā thatās probably just an N-Gage, and a buster cannon that works on GCs and other GBs. Other integrated stuff too, probably.
Now that I have a basic setting and character, Iāll create a sector to screw around and cause trouble in. This isnāt a spacefaring game, so Iāll just use the creating-settlements layer of this procedure. Instead of a sector, this is a region; Iām imagining coastal Maine because I want Frappe to keep wandering north into Acadia next, or places like that. Iām not worrying about real world maps, and anyway the alt-201X world of Egress was different already, but itās a good mental image.
This is an āOutlandsā region for table-rolling purposes: not as densely populated as the Techno Riot City necroplex that Frappe has already fled from, and not completely out in the sticks. Itās an outer ring of human communities. Iām going to call this region Kennebec.
Because itās Outlands, I give it three Settlements at the start. (I figure these are the places Frappe knows about.) For each of these places I roll a few basic details.
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The Prom. (coastal, artsy-weird, evokes Portland.) Dozens of people (~150?) live here permanently. Whatever authority is here (tom goes to the mayor city council) is ineffectual. The settlement projects are festival (and prom is tomorrow!!) and black market (sailing & overland.)
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the Moose. (inland, woodsy, evokes 2004 film Welcome to Mooseport.) Hundreds of people (~600?) live here permanently. As in the film, the local authority is ineffectual. (Itās a Napoleon of Notting Hill situation with a rotating mayor.) The settlement projects are agriculture (smart) and (serve + expedition) outfitting travelers and Stranders and offering a safe place to stay. (vendors and banners and motel signs along a riverside road up to a very steep trail.)
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The Kiss. (evokes Kingās Castle Rock.) Few people (~30?) live here permanently. The local authority is tolerant and probably informal. The settlement projects are evacuation (oh my) and secrecy (oh my!!), which makes me think this place hosts a science bunker (King of Infinite Space) where those rascals are trying yet again to escape from the Earth to someplace else. People steer clear because of the rumors of high GC activity.
Iām now prompted to make a region map just to track relative distances and orientation of these places and any new ones I encounter. Iāll maintain one on Stargazer. I mark passages on this map: well-known (at least to my PC) connections between places that can be traveled more safely and directly. This region is Outlands, so I mark two. Iāll put one between The Prom and Mooseport, and one from Mooseport to the edge of the map, back toward the Techno Riot City necroplex from whence she came. Frappe doesnāt know how to get to the Kiss.
I zoom in on one of the settlements: the Prom. This is where Frappe starts. On a first look, it has rustic architecture and (advanced + art), which is one of those perfect random table results. Itās very avant garde. Thereās trouble in the settlement: depleted supplies. Itās hard to keep enough food and resources for everyone lately through the black market; the whole region is declining in harvests and trade, and there isnāt as much to skim off the top.
Now I create a local connection for Frappe at the Prom. I have a very specific idea emerging: Frappe has made it out to the Prom and taken up with somebody who seems to Get her, but itās not going well. Sheās nesting in some cardboard boxes, in a closet, in the basement, of a strip mall, where this artsy crook (rank: dangerous) has her Jet Set Radio tagging stuff and doing kinda shitty murals, but actually uses her more for black market package deliveries and intimidating his rivals and marks as a scary pink heavy at business meetings. (His thing is to have her menacingly blow stuff up with the buster cannon.) Their name is Vengaboy (he/they.) On first look, theyāre flashy (stylish and loud and gaudy) and accompanied (always has goons.) His goal at first appeared to be find a person whom Frappe was looking for (āmr. claire is helping me find my gunā), but as heās been revealed to be manipulative, incompetent, and āloving,ā itās becoming clear that his true goal is something else. Gain riches, I bet, through securing a new food and trade route for the Prom that they control.
Last, I introduce a regional Trouble as background. Itās probably related to harvests and trade being in decline. My first roll is rogue AI infiltrates systems throughout the sector, which of course is the trouble, thatās kinda the whole problem. The ?Who is endemic. Iāll run with that: the ?Who used to grant access to corruption-free networks to those who curried her favor, enabling more complicated logistics and reliably running infrastructure, but lately sheās been withdrawing. She still checks in every now and then, but she seems tired and bored of her malicious manipulation. Thatās both a threat and an opportunity, but for now it means big things donāt run very well.
The ?Who counts as a dominion, a governing power. Her influence is inescapable, extending across the inhabited world. Her key tags are secrecy, technology, and treachery. Leadership: fated or prophesied/machine intelligence. Her eternal project is to incite conflict among rivals to keep them busy and watch them squirm while she attempts to fulfill a prophecy and somehow find a back door into the Medium. The ?Who wields unnatural abilities or strange technologies. The rumor Frappeās heard is that the Glitch Goddess is growing bored of tormenting humanity and is withdrawing, leaving a vacuum.
Meanwhile, Blackstar counts as a guild, an organization of specialists. Their influence is notable, with dispersed centers of influences across a few regions. Theyāre a guild of researchers and spies scheming in their secret bases. They have a heavily stratified social structure (complex cells-within-cells network of Outer and Inner Orbits orbiting the unknown Blackstar who is their imagined central leader) and are guided by prophecy (Blackstar is also the future they Will bring about; the fact they havenāt been destroyed already by time travelers proves it. Their victory is inevitable. There is no alternative.) Frappe knows enough to know that any operations they run are a false front for their true purpose. Blackstar wants to usurp the ?Who and use her power to Take Over The World and expand their human domination into a new universe. But that wonāt happen, because Frappeās gonna do it first, and better.
Egress: Act 1, Act 1, Scene 6
[[This is a point where I use the Three-Act Framework to add structure. (Iāll try to keep all the different uses of the word Act as clear as possible.) To close A1A1, I roll up an Enemy whom the players will try to overcome. The Enemy is made of Formidable Conditions that will have to be overcome if the teens want to succeed; the balance of Formidable Conditions and Score Dice informs how things shake out for everyone in the end.
The Enemy for A1 is Egress itself, the world-eating game. Calypso recommends that I let āwhat the Enemy wantsā flow from what they do, and from what happens as I play. IE, Iāll play to find out exactly what its end goal is. I just give the Enemy three Conditions for now. The first (from a generic d6 Strengths table) is Hidden Allies 1, representing people and other entities that the teens donāt realize are working against them yet. I roll up the next two from a more involved Custom Conditions table that prompts you with several broad categories to generate something specific. The second (Circumstances + Overt/Flashy + Utility) is Gamification 1, representing Egressā self-referential ability to incorporate any challenges back into Egress itself, bringing in the menu and music to turn dissent into a boss battle. The third (Mind + Focused + Utility) is Normalization 1, the clouding quality that makes non-players (NPCs if you will) ignore Egress game constructs and find it unremarkable when kids battle with cookware over grist orbs in the parking lot. These are supernatural qualities that work much better because of the ways that this society has primed itself for something like Egress to exist.
Scene 5 was framed in this system around a rolled Catalyst: a direct threat erupts, pushing the protagonists out of their status quo. A looming glitchstep meteor will do that. In the scene following the Catalyst, a Lock-In Goal is declared by the protagonists, and then I make a drama move as an immediate threat.
So I roll a Lock-In Goal. Now that the table is set, what do the protagonists want to do about it? I roll find a cure or remedy, and Iām happy about it. Thatās a good one! (Other options would have been things like save themselves from a threat or find out why this is all happening, which might motivate other Egress players they encounter.) Letās play it out. I roll a scene-setting motif: nourish.]]
Itās Thursday evening, April 13, and Ruby Goslyn has washed the dishes, said goodnight to her Grandma, and finally been able to go to her room, where her stylishly haunty Macboo awaits. Convoke is back online at last, and the bunny icon is excitedly binkying with unread messages. stringedMavenās the one sheās been dying to talk to, though.
Theyāve never called over video or voice. Theyāve shared photos theyāve taken, but never of themselves; no more than fingertips in the frame. Itās the same with mindsetAmbassador. They know each other through text and what they choose to present. It makes more sense this way.
They all met on this board called Salt Catalog. It used to mainly be about making people really mad online, and thereās still a crust of that ā itās called Salt Catalog, not Smile Catalog — but people post about all kinds of stuff there: video games, gardening, tax evasion. Mostly video games. And lots of really horrible stuff, too.
Thereās a line in every user profile on Salt Catalog with three options:
This user claims to be a male | female | squid.
stringedMaven, timelostPlayboy, and mindsetAmbassador all picked squid.
Sometime last year, mindsetAmbassador posted that zeād just baked cookies, stringedMaven asked zir to mail him some, and they started talking. Then timelostPlayboy and mindsetAmbassador had a ten-page back-and-forth about knitting, and as a masterstroke timelostPlayboy sent zir some terrible socks. Later, timelostPlayboy posted an ask for new music, and stringedMaven made a recording of some cello arrangements and sent it to her. By the eve of the Winterlights 201X gift exchange, the three of them had swapped Convoke cognomens and become friends off the forum.
Then, like a month ago, timelostPlayboy and mindsetAmbassador had a falling out. Pony doesnāt find it hard to imagine them clashing, but heās worried that they havenāt made up yet. They all signed up for an Egress 2.0 beta key on the form that was going around their circles. Will they not be able to play together?
Compulsively working his abacus at his bedroom desk, Pony puts it together. The teacup he sent into the ether became fungible data, a digital commodity to be transformed and instantiated elsewhere. Egress is reading the data being fed to it and reincorporating it into the game. The Magentimps had papercraft armor because Ruby showed Egress a paper crane. The Yellions had binocular eyes because Axel captured binoculars. The Cyants had doorknobs because Pony is a huge dumbass.
No no no, Pony repeats as he rubs his temples. He isnāt going to choose between them. Heās not going to judge. He wonāt lose either or any or both of his friends. Thatās catastrophic thinking. Heās just going to have to work a little harder and help both of them succeed.
Pony hits his Key of the Malleable, Ruby hits her Key of the Loyal, Axel hits zir Key of the Player. They each take +1 DD.
The system clock on Ponyās PC has just rolled over from 9:45 to 9:46 PM, and the same unsigned text is appearing in two of his chat windows at once.
This felt like the moment for the drama move for an immediate threat: someone takes notice.
Oracle: Is it related to š¹?
Yes, and: itās something big, roll motifs to find out more.
Emperor. Authority (Tyranny). A crumbling throne, a dying line, a final heir.
Skill, Strategy, Society * Intellect.
The Exaltation of the Mind. Smirking Mercury, unkind missive in hand.
I will: tacere, be silent. I use: devotion to great work. I use: unchastity, lust.
Thatās silence as in lies of omission and saying not a word more than what or when was intended, and lust like the White Witch and Turkish delight. Playing on short-term wants to tempt people into what this entity wants, along with promising to help them win the game.
Conditions: Silent-3, Authoritative-2, Tempter-2
The truth is, Iāve known ?Who this is since before I touched any dice. She was already here, just waiting for the right random roll to emerge.
This character gets two theme songs; sheās greedy.
Pony puts the chats side by side. Playboy and Ambassador both think theyāre alone. Heās dazed.
Oracle: Does Pony accept the offer?
No: He does not. Pony is Conformist and doesnāt like to do things that feel Wrong.
Pony and Ruby raise Rueful Rolemodel and Passive Protege respectively from 1 to 2 for both rejecting the offer. Ruby is Envious and might have accepted if Pony did in front of her, but he didnāt. Axel, whoās Ambitious and Dangerous, grows distant from Pony but may have a reward in zir future. The three of them have each decided to play the game and gain resources to stop its epiphenomena from spinning out of hand and causing wider disaster. And thereās a whole alter world of adventure to explore . . . !
Egress: Act 1, Act 1, Scene 5
[[At this point, I made some Oracle and Strive rolls to resolve Pony, Axel, and Rubyās current situations and get this intro stage — Act 1, Act 1 — to a climax.
With Pony at the tea shop, I roll a random drama move: someone takes notice. I draw a motif to learn more: Summer. Passion (Exhaustion.) The hum of bees on the heated night air. Sounds charged. I decide itās another Egress player, who might take a mutual interest in Pony.]]
And heās tossed out into the world. Pony completes the tutorial and heās on his own. People on the Salt Catalog forums said that Egress 1.0 had all these complex systems and hidden secrets that you had to discover on your own, so Pony figures that the Egress 2.0 beta will have even more. Too bad Convoke is still down, or heād be asking Ruby and Axel what to try next already!
With the AR layer still active at the tea shop and Ms. Ban angrily sweeping a defeated Yellion out the door, an item sparkles into existence on Pony and his dadās table. Itās a jar of blue honey. When he examines it in Capture Mode, itās revealed to be a gift from another player: a peer-to-peer reward for claiming a Node for Cyan. So Egress is a strand game! And it rewards color-based team play, tooā¦
[[Oracle: can players chat to each other within Egress? (these logistics were important.)
Yes, but: a mutual gift exchange is required first.]]
He captures the [BLUEHONEY], adding it to his Object Grid. A new icon promises a potential Egregore connection with the sender, if they accept it. Whatever that is.
Fox Dad asks if Pony has made a new friend. Pony wonders aloud if he should send them a gift in return, and Fox Dad blithely suggests that thereās plenty of cool stuff at the tea shop to send, however he does that. Pony thinks thatās a good idea, but doesnāt want his dad hanging around too close, so sends him to chat with Ms. Ban about the things a dad talks about with a pseudo-auntie while he slips away to wander the shop.
[[Strive with Escapist 1 to find something cool to capture without dad or Ms. Ban noticing him outright swipe something, disadvantage for their close relationship (hard to sneak around āem.)
7-9: Success, but someone takes notice as a soft move.]]
Oh! Pony found a cute cool teacup on a high
shelf, a pretty patterned porcelain thing. Heād love to get this as a
gift, so maybe the other Cyan player would too. He takes out his phone,
locks on with the Capture Mode reticle, and captures it out of the world
and into his grid. As he goes to link back up with his dad (who fondly
squeezes his shoulder), Ms. Ban looks over at the tea set Pony was
āsnapping a picture ofā and frowns. Pony quickly suggests that he and
his dad head back home to digest!!
[[Another soft move to stir the pot: someone feels something.]]
Driving back in the afternoon drizzle, Pony sends the teacup as a strand gift to the other Cyan player. It floats from his grid to a spinning globe icon, waiting in the data ether.
Pony has a sudden feeling that this really is magic. The interface makes it feel like posting a photo, or trading an Eevee, but the physical teacup that someone molded and fired and glazed is gone. Itās information now, stored on some server rather than described in atoms. He has an intuition of just how big this game could grow to be. But whatās it building toward? What is Egress doing?
[[Conditions: Rueful Rolemodel ā¢, Adversarial Ally ā¢, Fatherly Follower ā¢
Trauma: Overwhelmed ā¢
Light Dice: [Theme Music], Dark Dice: 3]]
Pony: Be Axel.
[[Oracle: Did Axel make it to the top of the Fire Tower, find the dog, and claim the Node?
Yes, but: reveal an unwelcome truth. (Roll a motif: lashing out in pain.)
It turns out those imp game constructs can hurt you for real. Axel gets beaten up pretty bad by those papercraft-wielding brutes. Ze upgrades Scraped from 1 to 2 as zeās bonked, bruised, and burned.]]
Itās a struggle, but the mission is virtuous. After a tactical retreat, Axel manages to evade and subdue the Magentimps and infiltrate the ranger station at the Fire Tower. Ze explores it for clues: thereās a battery-powered radio, but the signalās all scratchy and fuzzy. And the ranger logbook doesnāt have any useful patterns or secret clues about Egress. Itās just weather readings and cleaning schedules. Thereās some kind of metal hatch on the floor of the station, half-covered by a rug, but it probably just leads to some crawlspace full of spiders and mildew. Why is reality so boring?
Ze tosses a firecracker to draw the impsā attention away from a steep and narrow staircase. Up in the rafters, ze finds the poor pup, huddled on a landing. Dirty and scraped and pissed off and relieved, Axel sits down to take a breath and pet him. Ze pours from the water bottle into zir hands, and the dog laps it up.
[[Axel clears Guilty-1.]]
But ze isnāt ready to leave yet. Not until ze makes it to the top.
Itās only once ze climbs a ladder to the lookout post, tired but driven, that the AR challenge ticks complete. A jingle of epic triumph plays from zir phone as ze gazes out at the arid Nueva Navarra landscape, like all the waypoints on the world map are about to light up as the title drops.
Exceptā¦Axelās been up here already. Ze lives here. Thereās the blacktop highway of Federal 7 past the trees and the pencil factory, thereās the Generimart on the far side of the killer interchange, thereās the A&A market with the giant clown looming, and thereās zir trailer, halfway up the park, undecorated. Itās just the same old world.
[[thereās that Pessimism.]]
Ze mutes the music and sips from zir water bottle. Sweat and dirtās mixing with zir scrapes, and zir green highlights are faded in the sun. Ze checks zir messages with š¹, but thereās nothing new since 9:46 that morning. Still, those cryptic clues are what made Axel capture the binoculars first and come out to the tower to work out whatās going on with the power out and Convoke down. So ze draws the binocs out of gridspace, glitchy as it is, and looks out at the horizon.
What the hell?
North of West Clowncrest, out where the land is cheap, thereās a nondescript building that the big companies use as a data center. Trucks are parked outside and maintenance workers are coming in and out, but they donāt seem to notice the massive black UFO floating in the open sky 100 feet above them.
No, Axel realizes, the color āblackā doesnāt do it justice. Itās an impossible color, a new color, like an iridescent shadow. It hangs in the air, spinning and gently bobbing, sometimes turning jagged or fuzzy or skipping frames like itās glitching out, and itās projecting some kind of beam over the data center. Every so often, the building itself somehow glitches out, too. The people working donāt even blink.
[[Sensing it will be important, I give this UFO the conditions Subtle-2 and Affect Data-2.]]
Once again, Axel pokes boundaries and experiments. Ze futzes with the Egress interface, looking for some way to interact with this thing. In the process ze notices that Egress has recorded a new Link to zir grid: the [HOUND of ARROWS]. It must have reattempted the glitched [??-Who?] capture at the first opportunityā¦Axel doesnāt even like dogs. But this Link is a new variable to work with. Using Methodical trial and error, Axel discovers how to extract a potent [HOUNDāS ORB] from the [HOUND of ARROWS] Link, fuel it with Grist from claiming the Node, and use it to empower the [BINOCS] within the Object Grid!
[[are your eyes glazed over yet. good]]
Filled with the power of a true-sniffing hound, Axel peers through zir binoculars and fixes focus on the UFO. A Z-targeting reticle appears, and strange data streams across the HUD. Zeās locked on! The current PYROKIND crackers Axel is using attract enemies rather than scare them off, but thatās going to be just fine.
[[Strive with Methodical 2 to get the UFO to move away from the data center with fireworks, risking drawing it to zir position, with double disadvantage from Scraped-2 and the UFOās Subtle-2. I roll 4 dice and take the lowest 2.
7-9: Success at getting its attention, but the UFO is now cruising south toward the tower! I declare a new danger.]]
When ze locks on, the UFO must know exactly where the firecrackers are coming from and the Strife Axel means by them. It withdraws its scramble beam from the data center, spins rapidly, and extends a sweeping beam toward the Fire Tower! Axel eeps, turns off zir phone, bolts down the ladder, grabs the dog, and yeets on over to zir bike. With any luck, zeāll be invisible to this thingās data sniffers on the ride home.
[[Conditions: Perfect Pawn ā¢, Resented Rival ā¢, Glitched Grid ā¢, Scraped ā¢ā¢
Trauma: Pessimism ā¢
Light Dice: Gamer Dice ā¢, Dark Dice: 4]]
Axel: Be Ruby.
[[Oracle: Did Ruby convince Ms. Wheeler to drop her concern and not call home?
Match dice, flawed question. +1 Dark Die for acting on it.]]
Ruby spends her school day collecting Motive Fragments on the [EMPRESS of THREADS], asking the right questions of other students and teachers to understand Ms. Wheeler better. She thinks it will reveal the perfect move to convince her that everythingās okay, but once she does the eavesdropping, gossip-collecting, and favor-trading in Chenowethās Social Labyrinth, all she realizes is the truth: her homeroom teacher was never going to snitch on her. A catty glee club treasurer pointed out that Wheeler is only the Program Head for Fashion Design because thereās one Fashion Design student left, and she wouldnāt put herself out of a job by jeopardizing Rubyās enrollment.
That hurt; it was supposed to. Was she just a body? Would Wheeler not care if there really was bad trouble?
No. She doesnāt need Egress to know who Wheeler is. Her teacher has seen her dwindled cohort go through some real bullshit over the last three years, and she knows when to step in and when to trust Ruby to handle her own life. She wouldnāt have made it this long at Chenoweth if she couldnāt.
[[I decide that in the course of asking around, Ruby also learned about a larger problem at Chenoweth that sheāll have to deal with. What is it?
Motif: Messenger. (Mis)communicate. What price peace and safety?
Goals: secure a self-interest, secure a retaliation.
I start spinning this cotton candy onto some ideas I had already. The problem is coming from the golden boy Polite Young Man at the very top of the Social Labyrinth: the President of the all-powerful Student Council. He says that heās doing the right things for the right reasons, and it benefits all the right people to believe him, and heās so Nice, and heās so fucking evil. Crawling the Social Labyrinth in hopes of toppling this dude sounds like a super fun backdrop for Ruby to play against.
Oracle: Does the Student Council Presidentās Office want full access to Chenoweth student communications? (all their messages, chatlogs, socials, texts — of course itās all to promote mental health in this unfortunately sometimes toxic environment, and to prevent bullying, or even violence!)
[motif: Cross. (Dis)belief. The way only opens with sacrifice. Hey, thatās what the Ruler of the Hosts of Air is all about, too.]
Yes, but: The Safeguard program is a āvoluntary sacrificeā for now. Students can opt-in to the pilot program to set a good example for others (and scrape for the Councilās favor.) All of the Council, including the President, have opted in. But Student Council is lobbying their pet teachers and program heads to make it mandatory. They just need the right crisis to demonstrate its utility and inevitability: learning about this dangerous Egress game through surveillance would be perfect.
Oracle: Is the President in the Theatrical Performance program; ie, a theater kid?
Yes, and: heās a big deal. Heās from a wealthy and connected family, heās had representation for years, heās already been in major productions, and heās inevitably going to be a star. Graduating is just a formality at this point, but mentorship and making a lasting impression at Chenoweth is very important to him, and heāll be staying involved until the very end. Because Doing Good Matters.
I give him two conditions to overcome: Socially Invincible-3, Honorable Facade-1 (heās vulnerable to a Fashion Duel if Ruby can just get close enough to himā¦)
What sympathetic student is already affected by the Safeguard plan? Motif: Sun. Revelation (Blindness). A superior rival, challenged to single combat.]]
The Sun — Iāll call him Sully — is a former member of Student Council, but his faction was removed from power over winter break after a shock investigative report by the Chenoweth Eagle exposed their corruption, thanks to messages leaked by their ascendant rival faction. Most of his cohort either transferred schools in shame or quietly accepted flunky status under the winners, but the ignominious Sun has been campaigning all semester to be elected back onto the Council. It will never ever happen, but itās admittedly pretty brave under the circumstances.
Sully gave his daily stump speech in front of handmade banners in the interior garden courtyard, railing through a megaphone against a culture of cliques and complacency and promising to fight Council overreach from within, and as usual people largely passed by without listening. Today, though, he dared to mention the President directly. In response, the two most feared and stylish Student Morale toughs (blue-dyed Benni and platinum Paula) hustle him off the stump immediately, glaring at the peanut gallery to disperse.
Ruby hangs back, arms crossed, but notices that Sully dropped his megaphone in the commotion. She picks it up from among the fallen banners once the courtyard clears, captures it to her grid, then leaps away like a fashion assassin.
[[Oracle: Is Rubyās first Node at the Grimstone Branch of the city library?
No. Then where? Motif: Merchant.
Her first Node is at Block 11, the fancy downtown mall east of Chenoweth. Sheās Imaginative and pictures hot deals on rare items spawning there.]]
She walks there after school via Lower Polk Street, the notoriously-confusing-to-tourists underground road that links downtown. Itās easier to think when sheās not in a foot crowd. Not remotely for the first time, Ruby wonders why she never learned to skate right. She could have been so much cooler and healed all the broken bones by now.
Lower Polk links up to a parking garage, where Ruby takes an elevator to an empty level. Some adequately-tailored boys are gathered around a lighting rig taking senior photos. Theyāre wearing the exact loose-shoulder fits the Menswear Wolf called out last week, so she figures they must be sunk-costing the suits before they burn them.
She brushes past them, cloak billowing, to a mural-lined walkway that takes her to another elevator, which takes her to the low-tier shopfronts on the bottom floor of Block 11 Mall. One of the billionaires who talks to media said heād bore a tunnel from here to the airport, but it never materialized. Thereās just a shuttered door that says COMING SOON and doesnāt go anywhere.
[[Oracle: Does Ruby claim the Block 11 Node by racing some imps from the bottom to the top?
Yes. You know how this goes by now. Find a site-specific AR waypoint, do the challenge, claim Node. I add the condition Cyantagonists-1 for her opposition.]]
āwe are also imps.ā
Egress reads the site, all its shops and merch and people, and its interlinked split-levels too. None of the people circulating in the mall find it unusual when Ruby touches a floating fast-arrow icon thatās appeared, or when a troop of cyan minions — Cyan-tagonists, Cyants for short — file into position, wieldingā¦doorknobs?
At least it doesnāt give them any edge. Her sprint in sneakers is enough to outpace these goons, and they arenāt even trying to keep up! Their pathfindingās busted; they just march across the floor, turn their knobs on the shop doors, and — walk right out of a door on the next level up. Aw, hell.
She runs like a demon to keep up, vaulting planters, tagging waypoints, YOUTH ROLLāing past orange juice carts, racing up the down escalators so she doesnāt dodge as many people. When a line of cyan traffic blocks her on a fourth-floor straightaway, she summons the megaphone from her grid and shouts āMOVE IT!ā
[[Strive with Mannerless 1 to win the race and claim the Node, risking harm from Cyants.
10+: Success! She beats the baddies and the target time and makes it to the top unharmed. I spend the 10+ bonus to clear her Unsettled condition; the adrenalin makes her feel ahead of everything. This was a 13+, so I also mark a Score die.]]
Her shout knocks āem down like bowling pins.
Two more stories up, she practically flies through the last maintenance door. The knobbed Cyants on the stairs behind her poff out of existence. On the roof of the mall, a winnerās circle greets her with a welcoming glow.
Grist and XP fill her virtual coffers as she raises her fists to the sky and hollers. Her megaphone has been slotted in the Strife Deck for her SHOUTKIND Specibus, apparently. Once she gets her breath, she leans on an AC unit and looks up at the New Neo City skyline.
There is something in the sky that is not the moon. It has a bad halo, like an image fragment thatās being dragged and saved wrong in a new way with every heartbeat. It looms, uninvited.
The AC hums. Street noise carries. No one is running, no one is shouting. Ruby feels cold from the inside out.
Thoth buzzes. Ruby has a new message from the windy shield icon.
[[Conditions: Passive Protege ā¢, Annoying Asshole ā¢
Trauma: Grudge ā¢
Light Dice: [Perfect Drip], Dark Dice: 2]]
[[Clock: 4, Score: 2]]
Egress: Act 1, Act 1, Scene 3
Itās Thursday morning, April 13, in a rural North American unincorporated community called West Clowncrest. The sky is bright and clear, the chickens are clucking, and Axel Xemnas has called in zir strategic reserve of chips to take today off work for gaming. Itās Egress beta day, baby.
Axel wakes up fresh from dreams of riding balloon animals in a frightful parade. Convoke is down, which irks zir. Ze goes through multiple tech support pages, speed testers, IsConvokeDown.com, in an itemized sequence of failsafe steps. No details, and no one knows whatās going on. At least ze isnāt the only one having problems.
Ze installs Egress on zir cracked-screen old phone with the industrial case anyway. With an early morning and time to spare, ze reads carefully through the TOS and EULA, notes the danger words ze expected to find plus a few ze didnāt, and accepts immediately. Ze knows what zeās getting into. It feels right to be prompted ENTER NAME and to type it without hesitation: AXEL XEMNAS. Itās the truth.
[[Axel also starts with two Relationship Conditions at 1 each. Perfect Pawn is Pony, zir pliable partner for schemes, raids, online goofs and tricks, and seed money for Entrepreneur Things. (He can afford it.) Resented Rival is Ruby, whom Axel respects as a canny and worldly sparring partner and Posting Nemesis, yet is frustrated by again and again when she doesnāt play by zir rules. Axelās starting Trauma is Pessimism. Ze has been trained by life so far to expect the worst. Itās the undercurrent of zir aspiration to Win at Capitalism and beat the shitty rigged game zeās been forced to play.]]
Axel rents a single-wide trailer, the lease cosigned by zir Boss at Pizza Palooza. Ze got the hell away from zir family last summer and moved across the county to West Clowncrest, which ze mathed out as the perfect cost-to-income ratio at zir hungry rung of success. West Clowncrest is a community that loves its honking harlequins, its pratfalls on billboards and lawn gnomes in jester caps, and Axel hates this. Ze tells zirself that spite motivates the grind. This and other varied INTERESTS may be gleaned from zir spartan bedroom, hidden through blackout curtains from the morning light:
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a PULL UP BAR in the doorway, with LIFTING WEIGHTS and PROTEIN POWDER stacked atop an EXERCISE MAT
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a perfectly made bed with fitted alien-print sheets, a forest green duvet, and freshly fluffed XENOMORPH DAKIMAKURA, a thoughtful holiday gift from Pony
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a GAMING RIG, lovingly assembled from parts, but not the expensive or good kind; thereās a laminated printout taped to the side of a primo rig with resplendent neon guts exposed, to keep zir hungry
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a small figurine of THE MENSWEAR WOLF, the fashion influencer whose sardonic takedowns and vtuber-narrated guides to looking dapper have somehow leaked out of furry circles to become the only thing DunkZone shows everyone now, apparently
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between posters for the 2001 American films EVOLUTION and HEIST, a motivational photo display of NOG, ROM, and QUARK, each captioned with one of the FERENGI LAWS OF ACQUISITION
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a brick-and-particleboard BOOKSHELF displaying titles such as MEDITATIONS, LOGIC: A USERāS GUIDE, and ANTHEM, as well as ACCELERANDO and THE WINDUP GIRL. The top shelf hosts the one GOLD MEDAL ze won from track last year, plus a thumb drive full of ACTUALLY GOOD MUSIC from Ruby, an act of mercy as much as a gift
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a collection of RETRO GAMING PARAPHERNALIA for resale, presided over by a floor-to-ceiling stack of mint condition WOODY WOODPECKER RACING for GAME BOY COLOR boxes, collecting value until Woodyās fortunes turn around and Axel drafts into first place
Hardworking sneakers, efficient cargo shorts, and zir best alien t-shirt are the ideal Egress beta day fit.
[[Oracle: Axel captures something useful, right? 10+ (6 over 5): Yes, and - roll a motif. Knowledge. That gives me an idea.
Oracle: Does Axel somehow have foreknowledge of the game? 10+: Yes.
I draw a motif for more details. Veil. Disguise. When you part the veil, what stares back?
Oracle: Has an entity been feeding Axel information over anon messages? 7-9: Yes, but. Itās been in the form of weird spammy [Success Win Motivation Bizdev Founder Mindset] texts from a list ze doesnāt remember signing up for, but probably did.]]
I also roll a soft move to add some drama. Reveal an unwelcome truth: not only is Egress down, thereās been a wider local power outage. Rolling a 3 on Axelās Just as Planned Edge, I determine ze has a backup power brick fully charged to keep zir phone online. Ze also stows a Grendeldew energy drink in zir pack, sweaty and flat from zir unpowered minifridge. Gamerās Choice Light Dice: 1.]]
Axel has been turning over last nightās latest message from š¹ like a puzzlebox. Thereās more to the signal than the oddly-worded motivational text, or the background image of a bodybuilder gazing at the horizon: itās the context, the metadata, the timeā¦why do they always arrive at 9:46, AM or PM? Following a hunch, Axel ignores everything in zir room and goes out to the hall closet. Thereās a box of used hiking gear that zir Boss donated when he helped zir move in. (Heās so based.) Along with water bottles, good boots, and maps of the area, thereās a pair of good binoculars in a leather carrying case. Ze opens Capture Mode and nabs them.
[[But what will Axelās first Link be? I roll another motif to get some ideas, and get Knowledge again. āDid you stop to think if you should?ā]]
Axel decides to experiment. Can ze Link a relationship that isnāt physically present? This mystery š¹ messenger seems to know a lot about the game already. Ze pings it with a message of zir own, trying to relate to it on zir own terms.
[[Strive! Aspirational 1 to try something different. Roll with disadvantage from š¹ās Esoteric-2 obstacle condition.
Goal: Discover who š¹ really is.
Danger: Glitchy result.
6-: Fail. Hard move: something breaks. Axel takes a condition, Glitched Grid-1. š¹ adds a new obstacle condition, Integrated-1; it now has a way to talk to the game. Axel gains +1 Dark Die for failing a roll, and an additional DD for hitting zir Key of the Mundane, for 2 Dark Dice total.]]
Axel gets a weird error message. The app thinks that nothing was successfully linked, the task is marked incomplete, but the glitched link wonāt leave zir grid. After a long minute, the system messages continue as if nothing happened.
Wanting a better view of the area to work out whatās going on with the power out, Axel loads up zir backpack and hops on zir bike.
The UFO Museum is one of Axelās only oases in this Clownās Hell. Even the outdoor A&A Market is presided over by a red-nosed monolith, looming over the otherwise healthy bustle of commerce. But getting to the Museum would mean crossing the highway by bike, and Axel knows thatās how zeāll die. Itās only safe to reach on work days at Pizza Palooza, when ze has access to the delivery truck. The trails are there to bike to Pizza Palooza, or south to the old Reliable Pencil Factory (now defunct), or out in the sticks to the firewatch tower the forestry service built by the stream. The Fire Tower is where Axelās headed today.
[[Does Axel encounter anything mundane along the way? motif: Tower. Alliance (Solitude). A beauty in a tower, calling, greedy for affection.
I smiled a lot imagining a fandom exploding in speculation when I drew that. Oracle: omfg does someone have a crush on axel??? Match dice: flawed premise. Thatās not whatās going on here!
Oracle: does ze meet a coyote who wants attention? No. Itās a dog! Just a normal dog. I give it two conditions: Friendly-1 and Parched-1.]]
While biking past the abandoned grounds of the pencil factory, a scruffy white dog comes sniffing around Axel. It doesnāt have a collar, and it looks pretty thirsty. Axel doesnāt get along with loud, messy, slobbery sheddy smelly dogs. They make zir neck tense up. But thereās nobody around to hear the story of the uncleās dog who bit zir and what a busted and sad and messy failure that all was; thereās just this dirty thirsty dog who doesnāt have any people. Axel squeezes zir arms, groans, and in a moment of weakness, pours the dog some water from zir bottle. He laps it up — how quickly it became he — and soon heās licking zir hand, and Axel is cringing as ze pours the water, and ze realizes that this dog is going to bound beside zir bike all the way to the stream, and further.
The sturdy wood-and-metal tower rises up five stories from the little ranger station on the brushy bank of the stream. Axel lets the dog sniff around and lap up some water upstream while ze activates Capture Mode. Egress interprets the terrain around Axelās phoneā¦and a patch of AR waypoints blossoms, little geometric shapes rotating on the trail and above the stream. Thereās a promising reel icon by the waterās edge: a fishing minigame. Sounds like fun!
[[I give this area a condition, Marked-1, thinking Axel might Strive against this condition to claim the Node. Just As Planned: of course Axel brought a fishing rod, and on a 2 thereās no drawback.]]
ā¦But Axelās more interested in exploring how the game works and where it breaks than playing as designed. Ze walks downstream, meanders up a trail, and watches the target area expand on the phone Egress interface. More AR waypoints appear: in a hollow log, on a root over the river.
[[Strive! Methodical 2 to enact a plan logically. Marked-1 sets the fiction but doesnāt alter the roll.
Goal: Understand how Nodes function.
Danger: Game state escalates challenge.
6-: Another fail! Axel isnāt as good at experimenting as ze thinks. +1 Dark Die, now 3 DD.
Hard move: take something away. While ze was exploring, the unattended dog chased an AR trail and went missing! Not only that — some badniks have appeared!
āiām an imp.ā
A whole troop of scowling magenta minions started roaming the area behind Axelās back, and I add a condition Magentimps-1 to represent them. The dog is alone, and hungry, and probably really scared, all behind enemy NPC linesā¦Axel takes a condition, Guilty-1.
This was the moment when Axel clicked for me as a player. Only after fully embracing what a huge dork ze is does the golden door open to also being kind of cool. I write PUNISHED āVENOMā AXEL in my journal.]]
Theme of a Punished Gamer | Hamhambone
Axelās face is grim as ze bellycrawls to the stream to avoid being spotted. The doggy is gone. He didnāt ask for this. And Axelās to blame. Ze will have to outwit the imp patrols if ze hopes to catch the dogās trail.
Axel cracks the Grendeldew from zir pack and quaffs it, bringing zir to 2 Gamer Dice. Ze wipes zir upper lip and daubs mud around zir eyes. Lucky for the pup, sneaking missions are Axelās specialty.
[[Strive! Dangerous 1 to sneak and roll and flip. +1 Gamer Die; roll 3 and keep best 2.
Goal: Find where the lost liāl doggy went.
Danger: Spotted by Magentimps.
7-9: Success with danger. ]]
Axel sneaks like a dead-serious airsoft teen through the woods, hiding in the trees and peering with zir binoculars, mapping enemy patrol patterns on zir phone, doing cool operator hand signals for no one in particular. Ze sneaks upstream in stealth, CAMO PROFILE 30-35%, until ze sees a pile of leaves marked in unmistakable canine fashion. The trail leads up to the ranger station. But when ze dashes up some loose scree - [!] - Axel is spotted!! A patrol of stout Magentimps, decked out in papercraft armor, raise rolled-up newspapers as they advance on zir!
[[Thereās a Calypso mechanic, designed to build momentum and surprise, called the Clock. It starts at 6, and each time you keep a die on a Strive roll that matches the Clock, you roll a motif and narrate a soft move inspired by it. When you match 1 and ācount downā to 0, you make a hard move that shakes things up. I rolled a 6 on that last Strive, so itās a Clock match! I wanted to use these to introduce new Egress mechanics organically in the fiction, so I had this whole idea to key different in-fiction game systems to each Clock result until 0. The game developed in a different direction, but this first one was still a game mechanic reveal as a soft move: show a new facet of your gear or abilities.]]
The Egress UI warns Axel that IMPS are approaching, and that STRIFE is imminent!
[[Does Axel have some firecrackers from the A&A in zir backpack? Just as Planned says yes, but! I roll a 4+, so theyāll backfire or betray zir.]]
With the imps approaching, Axelās camouflaged eyes narrow. Ze draws out a whole pack of M-80 crackers and holds them up like a royal flush. Read āem and weep. Theyāre captured and stored in a newly unlocked Strife Slot on the Object Grid: PYROKIND. The firecrackers can talk to Egress now, and they have a lot to say.
[[Strive! Dangerous 1 to throw live explosives while being thwacked by imps.
Goal: Scatter the imps!
Danger: Hurt in the battle!
6-: ā¦another fail. Look what theyāre doing to my little pogchamp. Axel takes +1 more DD (now 4), and takes harm as established: ze adds Scraped-1 to zir conditions. (Thatās 5 out of 6 condition slots: if ze takes another, even a level 1, Axel will be taken out!) Not only that, Axel misunderstood how Egress makes the world: these Crackers attract burly Magentimps with their noise and smoke. Axel is soon swarmed by them, aggressive and on full alert! I raise Magentimps from 1 to 2.]]
The scene ends on a GIF of Axel being walloped by one magenta menaceās rolled-up newspaper, then another, then another, as more imps arrive in an endless loop. Claiming this Node is going to be tough!!
[[Conditions: Perfect Pawn ā¢, Resented Rival ā¢, Glitched Grid ā¢, Guilty ā¢, Scraped ā¢
Trauma: Pessimism ā¢
Light Dice: Gamer Dice ā¢
Dark Dice: 4]]
Egress: Act 1, Act 1, Scene 2
Itās Thursday morning, April 13, in a major North American metropolis called New Neo City. Thereās a cool late spring breeze, the dogwalkers are out, and Ruby Goslyn has woken up early to play Egress before school.
Ruby wakes up fresh from dreams of flying and falling. Convoke is down, which is weird, but she doesnāt have time to chat this morning anyway. Once the software is installed on the fancy smartphone her mom gave her two birthdays ago, she clicks through the TOSes and is taken straight to a cosmic-looking title screen.
[[My idea for this phase of play was for each PC to introduce one of the core game concepts in detail: Objects, Links, and Nodes. Once I gave one of these actions full screentime, I could just say āRuby captured an Objectā in the future, which is what I did next.
Like Pony, Ruby starts with two Relationship Conditions at 1 each. Passive Protege stands for Pony, whom she likes and knows she can get to do stuff with (or for) her, but doesnāt show much initiative. Annoying Asshole stands for Axel, whom sheās been close to for a while but is totally fed up with right now after some bullshit ze said about her clothes. Ruby also has a Trauma at 1: Grudge. When people wrong her, she holds it for a long time. Lately, sheās been holding enough to weigh her down.]]
Her room is smaller and more crowded than Ponyās, and messier. Her fourth-story window, next to the radiator, looks out into the neat tiled courtyard of her Grandmaās apartment building. Her variety of INTERESTS is on display.
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a poster for the 2001 French film AMĆLIE, framed alongside a poster for the 2000 French-Hong Kong film IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE
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a shrine-like triptych of melodramatic DARKWING DUCK FAN ART, created in homage to a DOCFUTURE VIDEO that speaks to her on a deep level
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her obsolete ghost-themed MACBOO, accompanied by STATIONERY and marked with color-coded notes about HISTORICAL FASHION YOUTUBE DRAMA
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a FIVE-DISC CD PLAYER she won from a school contest: the BTS, BLUR, and BEYONCĆ CDs she then had to buy to go with the CAKES DA KILLA and ZEBRA KATZ she had already
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a CRT TV with DREAMCAST, a gift from Axel after ze deduced through close questioning that she had never actually played SPACE CHANNEL FIVE
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a secondhand DRESS MANNEQUIN (a gift from Grandma), loosely wearing a PLUSH GOOSE (a gift from Pony) in homage to BJĆRKāS SWAN DRESS (a gift to this world)
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a PILE OF UNWASHED CLOTHES on a FOLDING CHAIR
For now she only needs her wardrobe, which she studies while picking out clothes from a wheel of thought bubbles, then spins into her new outfit and poses. She does this every morning.
She reaches the Capture Mode interface, but doesnāt Capture anything: her Grandma forbids her from taking photos of things in her home for any kind of social media or game or whatever, and also roasts her without pity for looking at her own bedroom through her phone. Ruby flees, defeated.
She stops at the Snack Corner by the train station for a [MiceTea], and while the older teen wearing a Rick and Morty shirt whom she knows from church rings her up, she spots a flier on the rack. Itās a promotional poster for the touring production of Bacchanalia, that corny satyrical musical Pony is into for some reason. Smiling, Ruby takes it, and once sheās down in the station, folds it into a paper crane as she waits for the train. She clicks it in Capture Mode and itās gone.
[[While Ruby is on the train to school, I roll for a Drama Move. These are just Egressā PbtA GM Moves, with some encouragement to roll them randomly and be surprised. I roll someone takes notice. But who? I roll a Those Who Act motif for something nice and mythical and get The Ruler of the Hosts of Air. A holy and energetic ruler under a starry sky, bearing a wicked shield. Cool! I roll a Personality and Goal as well: I believe + devotion to great work, with a goal of sacrifice. Weāve got something. You have to know what youāre giving up and why for it to be a sacrifice.]]
Convoke is down, but the encrypted messaging app Thoth is still online. Ruby realizes this when she gets a message from an unknown sender. For maximum security, supposedly, Thoth represents users as an iconic avatar rather than a text cognomen as Convoke does. Rubyās icon is a sphinx playing trumpet. The unknown sender appears as a shield emblazoned with a stylized gust of wind. (The style evokes the FORMAL HELMET on Ponyās shelf.)
Ruby is deeply weirded out and peers around herself on the train car, but no one is giving her a second glance. If someone saw her capture the crane at the station, theyād be long gone by now. She doesnāt reply. WTAFā¦?
[[I give her a Condition named Unsettled-1 from that hard move.]]
Sheās rattled as she emerges with the wave of commuters at Centennial Station. Downtown skyscrapers loom as she turns the corner into the campus building.
Ruby attends the Kristin Chenoweth High School of Performing Arts and Musical Arts and Arts, a public magnet school and one of the most fiercely sought after in the city. They usually just call it Chenoweth. Former lunch-debtor students like her attend the same classes and work in the same studios as the heirs of the rich and famous, although āside by sideā would be naive: the school has a byzantine and often quite formal social hierarchy of clubs, cliques, mentorships and rivalries, under the active direction of a feared and powerful Student Council. Itās an anime high school.
[[The goof for me is that thereās a whole complicated system of rules and obligations and Cromartie/Balamb/Shujin/Asticassia drama that everyone takes deadly seriously and which Ruby is totally not read into but has to engage with to get anything done. I assume people are constantly blocking and scheming and dueling and betraying each other over hall passes, but writing out good details was harder than just imagining the vibe and giggling. The Egress fan wiki would have multiple pages describing it. For the game, I call this an Obstacle Condition: Social Labyrinth-1 at the start. Iāll keep the labyrinth in mind for the fiction, but it doesnāt directly affect rolls yet.]]
On her way into homeroom, walking past an interior garden and an uplifting mural as well-dressed students flow around her, Ruby discreetly checks Egress again. The app has moved onto a new screen.
She puts her phone away with a frown. Sheās stumped.
[[Soft move: unwelcome truth. Ruby doesnāt have any IRL friends. Not anymore. She canāt think of anyone to Link with.]]
Chenoweth is an arts high school, but fashion design has been the black sheep for a long time. Its students are poached for other tracks in the games of more powerful departments, and the one who arenāt leave on their own, demoralized by the winnowing out of their little program. Actually, by this time in April, sheās the only one left. Her and the program head, Ms. Wheeler, into whose otherwise empty class-lounge she files to begin the day.
[[I draw an elemental motif to find out who this person is. Queen of Diamonds: Empress. Generosity (Generosity with Strings.) Parlay from a position of power. Elemental motifs are information-dense for oracles, and that Thesis (Antithesis) represents opposed interpretations to pick or roll for. I want Ruby to have a character whoās genuinely on her side, so I use Generosity. Wheeler is a deposed Empress with a fallen kingdom, but sheās still a program head, and she uses her toehold in the labyrinth to fight for her students, even when thereās only one.]]
Wheeler looks up from portfolio review on her colorful abstract-furniture throne, smiles slightly. āI donāt have to make up an excuse for you being late this morning. Nice!ā
Ruby, still Unsettled, takes a seat where she can see the door. āhaha. yehā
Her teacher picks up on it, sets her green tea down. āWhatās up? I see you thinking hard.ā
Rubyās shades flash. Oh no — a supportive adult! If she finds out about Egress and the weird text and everything else, she could send her to the office. Send a letter home. Call Grandma. No way in hell is Ruby going back to that therapist. Gotta throw her off the trail.
āā¦iām good.ā
Still in Capture Mode, Egress plays tense music and overlays locks and strings over Ruby and Wheeler. A charged exchange of probes and evasions plays out in dialog boxes.
[[Strive! Roll Teenager 1 to keep an authority figure off her trail.
Goal: Conceal Egress from her.
Danger: Wheeler takes an interest in Rubyās trouble. [building off her Unsettled Condition.]
7-9: achieve goal, but danger hits. Ruby doesnāt mention anything about an alternate reality game, but her evasion only makes Wheeler worry Rubyās in trouble.
Not only that, Ruby finds that having a sincere conversation while Egress is active has unintentionally recorded Wheeler as a Link. I am thou, thou art Iā¦]]
The room grows shadowy, and the music tremolos. Suddenly backlit by color, she appears in this light as a splendidly attired peacock sovereign: the [EMPRESS of THREADS].
And just as suddenly the interface fades, and sheās back to normal. Wheeler sips her mug of tea. āItās 8:02 already. Letās get our day started.ā
[[In addition to her new Link, Ruby hits the Key of the Mundane for describing her school life, plus her room decoration and interests. +1 Dark Die, taking her to 1.]]
In a break between classes, dreading the looming threat of a call home, Ruby compulsively checks Egress again. Now that sheās been made readable to the game, could she somehow use the Link system to shut this down, convince her teacher sheās fine, and make this go away? An attention-grabbing icon blinks on the Link Grid UIā¦
[[Conditions: Passive Protege ā¢, Annoying Asshole ā¢, Unsettled ā¢
Trauma: Grudge ā¢
Light Dice: [Perfect Drip]
Dark Dice: 1]]
Egress: Some Materials
To give you an idea of the physical artifacts of play:
This is the sketch page where Hamhambone and I came up with Ruby and Axel. We worked from the character creation in My Body Is A Cage together with her own handmade Homestuck OC generator(!), then sanded down the edges and riffed and drew and ran lines until we had something fun.
This is the journal page where I played Act 1, Act 1, Scene 1. My blot writeup expands whatās here from shorthand into narrative in a way that aims to represent of what I was imagining (and sometimes playing out loud) at the time, plus how Iāve grown to think about it once I write it up.
When I played with someone else in person, I asked them to sign their name at the start of the session. But those are for us, not for the reader.