Or, what do we do to pass time when the power goes out?
Greetings, geeks, from America’s flaccid wang. We’ve been skirted by a tropical storm and left in a strange state of limbo. Businesses closed in anticipation of a disaster which failed to materialize. As such, I’m stuck at home with naught to do but update the Moo crew with gnus news.
Here’s a blast from the past: FASA Games has emerged, Lazarus-like, from its tomb. It looks as though they’re rolling out Earthdawn, Fading Suns, and a new Victorian Sci-fi title, 1879. I have a 1992 FASA catalog that features Earthdawn, but I never got to play it. Maybe this time I’ll give it a go. (Never knew that it was supposed to share a setting with Shadowrun, did you?) Last year I got to play an abortive game of Fading Suns by Internet; it’s essentially a Medieval space setting, like Dune or BattleTech. Everybody’s doing VSF nowadays; the New York Times already “done” the Steampunk fad, which means it’s now old enough to elicit nostalgia.
One last bit of game news: Leviathans has launched, but I still don’t have my copy, so no review yet. I didn’t make it to the game store this weekend before the weather turned sour, and I’m no longer the devoted fan who might brave 60 mph winds and road debris only to sample the latest wares. Middle age is a downer, kids.
Say this for geeks: they know better than to let themselves get carried away by fantasy. While everyone else is playing Guitar Hero, there’s a geek somewhere building his own Moog synthesizer. Sword fantasies are suddenly all the rage at the cinema and on TV, but geeks are still arguing breathlessly about the meaning of bits of bodkin found at Agincourt. I kibitz the NFL thread at a big-robot-game message board because it’s the only place where nobody yaps about his fantasy league. I’m sure you have your own examples.
Goodbye for now, friends. And remember: that hundred-ton, fire-belching metallic colossus is probably just as afraid of you as you are of him.