None. The answer is none.
I have never, not once, improved my play by engaging in an argument about definitions.
I have only rarely improved my understanding of what’s happening at my table, with real people playing actual games, by getting into turf wars. I mean super-rarely as in maybe once.
These idiot turf wars are uniformly terrible. They’ve cost me friendships. They don’t even really earn anyone social cred — it’s a zero-sum game! While you’re busy circling the wagons and high-fiving each other, you’re actively hurting other people.
Either I don’t understand what the evergreen appeal of this fight is, or I understand it too well. The latter drove me to depression once (when I was a child and believed in “communities” based on shared hobbies), now it’s a handy shortcut to me knowing who I can and cannot relate to.
I learned a great acronym in one of Mikael Andersson’s threads recently: FNRE. And it’s true. Fucking nerds ruin everything.
Which is why I love this collection so much. What’s my rule about what to talk about in the Indie Game Reading Club? Any fucking thing I choose.
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And now a word from IGRC World Headquarters.
Hold on to your butts for tomorrow’s round of answers. I would ask everyone in advance to listen with love and talk honestly, no matter how bad you want to wall yourself off with snark and bullshit.