Impractical Applications (The Spacebat Riff)

The world didn’t like my game today. Group vs. Enemy of Existence, group spent the first hour of session discussing whether they were actually going to fight it. I know I encourage combat avoidance, but you’d think just once….

End result, I didn’t have a plan. Then the IC chatroom died, and we couldn’t start a new one. AIM being merciful? I’m not sure.

It led to an interesting discussion, though—or at least it would have were we not prone to topic-wandering. “Are we really all playing in the same game?” I asked. I don’t think we are, or at least not in the same game I started three years ago. Certainly, I find myself rather regretting some of the latest things. We’ve been having increasingly regular combats, and fighting isn’t my strong suit; I’d much rather stick to conversations and describing new places. Those things I can ad-lib until the end of time. This is a lot more difficult. I’ve never liked fights; it’s hard to tell where all the limbs go, and there’s a sort of contractual requirement to let the numbers matter. The numbers tend to get in my way, though.

And where am I? That’s an interesting question. Pete drew a parallel to our friend Spacebat, the rocket-hitchhiking chiropteran (I don’t care what everyone is saying, BATS ARE NOT RODENTS) that’s been all over the internet lately. It’s a pretty apt analogy. When everything’s blocked, sometimes what you have to do is just grab onto one idea and cling to it. Where’s it going? Who knows? One moment it’s great silver blobs and horror scenes, and there’s a really sweet idea but the implementation is quite clear. Then you get there, and something goes wrong, but you can’t turn back. Writer’s block, GM’s block, broken wing, functionally there isn’t that much difference.

Doesn’t matter either way, though. You’ve landed. You can’t get off. There’s a single idea, and you’re committed. The only way to go is to cling to it, let it go wherever it’s going; at best it’ll go somewhere where you can get off safely, and at worst you’re going to burn out in the most spectacular manner possible. If a bat can do it, why can’t we?

You know, it’s better looking at it that way. If I’m going to be stuck with a big fight and who knows what afterwards, I’m going to hang onto the idea. Let it take me where it will. I’ve got plenty of mass transit time in which to plot, and if I’m going to end up burned out at the end of this, I’m at least going to make it the most spectacular pre-burnout plunge EVER.

And thanks to Aywren for putting up with my Twitter-whining. Special (and rather apropos) Moody Blues quote just for you!

Higher and higher

Now we’ve learned to play with fire

We go higher

And higher

And higher!

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