Vintage Sweets of the Ginsea Shore

I fucking love New Jersey. What's not to love? They got nice beaches, boardwalks, forests, farms, pizza, custard, animatronic gorillas arguing in helicopters. The works. When I was farming in eastern PA, the shore held some of my fondest memories. The whole dairy crew got a vacation to the shore in the summer of '16 and gosh it was such a blast. We had a cooler full of mayonnaise, tomatoes, bread, and cheese (made from our cows' milk!). And the Village at Allaire State Park! So many fond memories, but this is a gaming blog.

Warflies - Picking the Bones of No Man's Land

War Stinks!

The Great War sucked, probably. No one alive today could say one way or the other. They played soccer one time, I saw it on Doctor Who. Doctor Who is kind of what inspired this vibey idea. But not that episode.

I make no secret as to my estimation of Chris McDowell's Into The Odd and Electric Bastionland settings. It's great! The setting is evocative, weird, and hearkens to the long 19th century, all of which, to me, is sort of hyperrelevant to our current dissolution of reality. The sort of game where you could fight some angelically mutated Rudlof Steiner motherfucker who went insane from browsing too deep in the Akashic records. Throw in some Martians and Psykranauts, blend with the powderkeg of Ruritanian Europe sans serial numbers, and the OSR sensibilities of absolute scoundrels, and I present, blogified, Warflies.