I made a quick pitch this morning for a space opera card game. I love generic scifi settings more than I really aught to, and I’ve been applying to every scifi game that comes up in the BGG Art Forum. This one has some actually well thought out civilizations, beyond your typical “Scientist Race”, “Warrior Race”, “Merchant Race”, the species summary goes as far as describing the sexual dimorphism of the lizard creatures, and the body chemistry that allows the four-armed aliens to survive at extremely low temperatures, and I sincerely hope these things exist mechanically within the game. Anyway, the creator likes my sketches and wants to see a coloured test, so that’s good!
Yesterday I took a trip with my Dad to pick up our camper from where it was being kept at his boss’ house. It was nice, I don’t get a lot of time to just hang out with my Dad, and we both really appreciate road trips. On the ferry, he played Poker on his Blackberry, and he told me how well he was doing, but complained about how obvious the rubber banding was. I read Beowulf and shared the really awesome bits, like how you didn’t drown back then, the monsters at the bottom of the lake killed you, and how when he cut the demon, the sword started to melt because it’s blood was so hot. Dad’s not much of an intellectual, but he’s smart, and has interesting opinions, often completely opposite to my own, so he’s good to talk to. I asked him what he thought I should do about my current client upping the number of cards for their game, since they’re not in the original contract that I underbid on, we agreed that I should charge more for these ones.
As an odd coincidence, we showed up to Dad’s boss’ house right as the tow truck was dropping off his new hot rod, so we had to wait for that to finish before we could pull into the driveway. The camper’s been more or less abandoned for a year, so there was quite the pile of pine needles on the roof (Still there technically, we figured they would fly off on the highway) and things were growing in the fridge. Also, we accidentally left the keys at home, so we had to use poor man’s lockpicks (Cordless Drill and a Hammer) to get in.
Then we rushed to Guildford to have lunch with my Sam at White Spot. Dad offered her some freelance work, and we (Sam and me) gave up on a crossword puzzle and held hands under the table even though we weren’t fooling anyone. Then we went to a music store and considered buying my brother an electric violin with all the violin missing, but decided against it because it was pink.
As if I needed another project, I’ve been working on a big board game lately, it takes place in a post-apocalyptic network of cave cities and railways, full of mercenaries, bandits, and steam engines. I’m going to play through a couple playtests with my family and gaming group, then I’ll put up a Print and Play copy of the prototype. For now you can gaze upon the confusingness of the board: