Creative Fiction(ish) Stories
As I've mentioned in my previous post, today is going to be a bit more of a creative story involving my interactions with a very well-known and highly rated game here on BGG. Obviously I haven't had to fight radscorpions that came from the nuclear blast that destroyed society as we know it (or maybe I have... who knows), but my thoughts and feelings about the game below are fairly accurate. I hope you enjoy the tale and continue to leave your comments below.
From The Ashes
I'm not sure what happened that day. One second I was driving along, listening to the latest song by some random artist that no one had heard of (I blame Spotify for that one), and the next, I was waking up sitting on the side of the road with a huge gash on the side of my head, blood having been crusted over my left eye. It took me some time to clear the blood away from my eye so I could see again, but when I finally got it all open again, I was greeted by a wasteland that sat before me.
Everything I knew and loved in the familiar area was gone. No more were there green trees lining the highway and skyscrapers dominating the horizon as I looked across the river. The bridge too that had once stood proudly over the river was now gone as well, missing half it's support pillars and the what remained of the bridge being crashed over by a raging river that looked as red as the sky above me.
Those first days were the hardest for me. I had somehow survived some kind of catastrophe, but the biggest one came when I made my way to what had been my former home. My wife and two daughters were gone and what had been my beautiful home was now a hole in the side of the hill on which it was set. I spent several days looking around the area for any sign of what had happened to my family, but it became increasingly apparent that they had either been wiped out by whatever had caused me to black out that previous day, or were gone.
I was alone in a desolate world that had been ravaged and destroyed, by what I would later learn was a nuclear blast that had been accidentally set off by some idiot thinking he had pushed a button for a soda machine. I have no idea why all our codes were stored in a vending machine in some backwater town in what used to be Nebraska, but with the push of one button, the world we knew it was gone. The initial bomb set off a chain reaction that somehow spread through every bomb on the planet and despite the best efforts of the military, every single goddamn one had gone off.
Details are still spotty about what caused the chain reaction since information is not being shared beyond what you hear at the local watering hole, but the general consensus is that there was some bug in the code of whomever had placed that vending machine in the government building that infected all systems across the earth. No really knows why the codes were in a vending machine, but from what we could piece together after the blasts (or from what I was able to learn) it seemed that it was supposed to be a joke for a board game release, but ended up connecting with actual nuclear launch systems, resulting in the complete destruction that I had awoken to.
Naturally, I wasn't aware of what had happened when I was scrambling to find any remnant of a clue of what happened to my family, but I learned of it as I wandered the wasteland after I gave up after a week of searching. I was able to scrounge up some old cans of some unidentified meat (I think it was tuna, but the red glow it emitted didn't give me much of an idea of its providence) and set across the wasteland that used to be my beautiful home. I think there was something in the food that I ate as once I had done so, I found myself finding that my eyesight had become significantly better and I could run for several tens of miles without getting tired.
I used my newfound endurance and perception to scour the world around me, avoiding interacting with people when I could avoid it, getting information from others when I couldn't, and fighting off those who sought to take what little possessions I had scrounged up on my travels. Nights were the worst as that was when the radscorpions, giant arachnids that had been mutated by the radiation in the air, came out. My first encounter with them resulted in a nasty sting to my arm that left it numb and useless for several hours, but I managed to kill the beast that stung me. Its meat was tender and the carapace acted as a decent armor for me, but I still tried to avoid the irradiated monsters as much as possible, especially during the night when they blended into the black night.
The Gangs of the Wildlands
My first encounter with the Board Game Gangs came several months after the blast. I at first thought that it was a joke as someone had spray painted "TERRITORY OF DA ARK NOVAS! KEEP OUT UNLESS YOU WANNA SAVE DA ANIMALS!" I scoffed that someone had chosen to name a game after a board game, even one that had been highly enjoyed before the collapse of society, but as I made my way further past the sign, I saw signs of human activity, and ones that didn't give me much hope.
Spray painted on signs at varying intervals on the road that I now ran were various phrases like "Death 2 the Brass Gang!" or "Conservation Rox!" More references to other "gangs" were strewn around the road and as I proceeded beyond each one, they only increased in frequency. I saw a rock that had been chiseled with "Gloom-Broken" and another sign that read "Terraform This" with a rude gesture painted underneath. It had been some time since I had a good laugh, but the signs referencing old games from before the collapse really threw me for a loop and I thought that I had stumbled into a giant practical joke.
My laughter would soon die as I came upon a camp that seemed to be decorated with an animal motif and had armed guards sitting outside the "gates" (it was more of a palisade wall with an opening that functioned as a gate) wearing full body paint that seemed to be inspired by animal patterns. One was painted with a pattern resembling a giraffe and the other seemed to have a tiger motif with her paint. They greeted me cordially enough and inquired why I was proceeding through the territory of the "Novans." I found out later that had I been wearing any inspiration from another game (such as an oversized dragon, or a rebel symbol from Star Wars) I would have been attacked without any hesitation and was glad that I was wearing my salvaged leather jacket and jeans as that was all I had found that could weather my travels.
I learned that much of the surrounding area had been split up into territories with gangs that flaunted their preferred game as their name and fought anyone who disagreed with them. The Novans had a tentative peace with the "Dellians" (they loved Everdell) and the "Rangers" (big fans of PARKS) but were at odds with the "Martians" (fans of Terraforming Mars) and were in open war with the "Spiriters" (which I later learned were a combination of fans of Spirit Island and Mysterium). There seemed to have been some conflict that had been set off between the factions but no one in the Novan camp could explain what had set off the conflict. They of course were fans of Ark Nova, hence the animal motif with all of their buildings and paints.
After some time spent with the Novan camp, attempting to learn as much as I could about the incident that had occurred that resulted in the bombs going off, I found out much of what had led to the destruction of civilization as I knew it. There were still details that were spotty, but as I learned over the course of my time with the Novans, I had actually been knocked out for far longer than I originally knew. Somehow between the blast and other factors that I wasn't fully aware of, I had been unconscious and incapacitated for more than ten years. When I had awoken at the edge of the bridge, a decade had passed without my knowledge.
This new knowledge helped explain why everything that I loved and knew were gone and how in the course of a few months, entire gangs (and supposedly societies) had arisen based on the concept of which board game was considered "best." The Novans provided me with some food (all vegetarian as they were all about "conservation" of whatever animals were left after the blast) and I thanked them for their hospitality, but turned down all attempts to get me to play their game. I had found myself in the middle of a conflict that I was not ready to leap into the middle of.
Scythe-ing Through My Excitement
The next few weeks were eventful as I tried to pick my way through the various territories that had been claimed by the major gangs. It seemed as if each territory often fluctuated in size and I saw many references to other gangs, but managed to avoid any confrontation by groups by sticking to avoiding the road which seemed to be a thoroughfare through the board gang territories. Most of the territories had the hallmarks of the games that they attempted to emulate, but some left me wondering.
The Martians had done their best to transform the territory that they claimed into red dirt, seemingly transporting in red clay to cover the ground and give it a Mars-like feeling. The Rangers had done as much as they could to transform their territory into something resembling an old growth forest with saplings and giant wooden standees attempting to recreate the majesty of the redwood forests, albeit in a simple two-dimensional manner. Several skulls and odd flowing fabric tacked onto posts confused me for a while, but I soon learned that it was the territory of the Spiriters after an encounter that would change my perspective significantly.
There had been one motif that seemed to be everywhere, but I couldn't place what game that it was claiming to laud. A scythe placed over a red star confused me as I couldn't figure out what it was referencing and it seemed to be everywhere I looked. Even on signs that had been placed by other factions, it could be found hidden in corners, on the rear of the sign, or carved into a nearby rock, the symbol was everywhere. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to where it was placed, only seeming to be put in every location possible without being overtly specific about anything but attempting to be as covert as possible.
There seemed to be no territory associated with the symbol as every territory that I had passed seemed to have distinct motif to show what gang was there, but I had never seen anything to associate with the scythe/star combination. As I passed through a particularly mountainous area, I came upon a cave that seemed to be deserted upon first glance, but upon further inspection, I was grabbed from behind and had my head quickly covered by a bag. My hands were tied and rather than attempting to struggle, I let myself be led further into the cave, which I could feel the air grow cold and stale as we proceeded deeper into the cavern.
When the bag was removed and my vision adjusted to the dim light of the cavern that was lit by torches interspersed on the wall, I found myself surrounded by a group of thirty to forty individuals that wore hooded robes of five different colors. There seemed to be an equal amount of each color, as they were arrayed in colors of white, black, blue, red and yellow, each with a symbol that seemed to have been meticulously sewn into the robes themselves. As I looked around the chamber that I had been transported to, a figure in a black robe stepped out of the group surrounding me and whispered "Welcome to the Brotherhood of Scythe."
The mysterious figure continued their whispering, giving me no indication if the individual that stood before me was male or female, and because the robes were long and flowing, no discernable body shape could be determined. The hood covered the face of the individual completely, obscuring any and all facial features in shadow that was only compounded by the dim light. The figure continued to whisper to me in hushed tones explaining that I had been taken in to learn the beauty of Scythe as it was the truly best game that had been created. Hushed whispers from the group around me agreed with the speaker and provided an eerie echo to what the figure spoke of the game.
As I sat, transfixed by the strange nature of the situation that I found myself in, a table was brought before me with the aforementioned game already set to play. As I attempted to refuse to play, something sharp and pointy was placed in my back, informing me that I would be unable to leave without playing the game. I looked at the pieces that had been placed on the board and chose my faction and proceeded to attempt to learn how to play the game via the whispered instructions to me by those who sat around watching me play against three others that had sat down at the table to play with me.
As I played the game, I found myself increasingly frustrated with what the game could have been. It seemed that I should be able to use my mech pieces to dominate and destroy any who stood in my way on the map, but I was informed that rather than direct conflict, the pieces were used to intimidate and redirect my opponents. On and on the game played and I found myself unimpressed more and more with how it played. The voices that had spoken of the game to me spoke of it with reverence, but I found that it did not seem to be the holy grail that this group claimed it to be. I chose not to speak my mind however as I knew the perilous situation that I found myself in.
As the game concluded, I had lost to one of the members of the Brotherhood, but I plastered a fake smile on my face and lauded the game that I had been forced to play. Despite feeling that there had been so much potential to be more, I nevertheless gave a glowing review of the game which seemed to satisfy my captors. As I was asked to join the Brotherhood and pass the knowledge of the game to the gangs that surrounded the area, I noted that the robe on one of the arms of an individual had slipped to their elbow revealing a tiger-stripe pattern.
As I found that my eyes had adjusted to the light over the course of the game, I found that I could make out features of some of the figures that surrounded me and saw several had specific items related to a number of the gangs under their robes. I began to realize why the Brotherhood of Scythe had remained secretive and not claimed their own territory: they were a combination of all the other gangs and had members from each other gang but needed to remain secretive lest they be found out by their respective gangs.
Armed with this knowledge I managed to barter my way out of the cave by promising not to share the secret of the Brotherhood with any of the other gangs. There were several close calls where I thought that they would not follow through with their side of the deal by letting me go without joining, but my silver tongue won the day and I escaped without being indoctrinated into the Brotherhood.
Thunder on the Horizon
As I made my way out of the territories of the gangs, I began thinking about my time in the board game wasteland. There was so much chaos, all in the name of choosing the best board game ever. It was strange to me that a society that had been so civilized had fallen into fractionality, but as I thought more and more, I realized that in the time before the fall, society had too been fractional and diverse as well as opinionated on everything that came to the table.
My wanderings soon led me to an old dilapidated garage that held numerous old vehicles that to my surprise still held some gasoline in them. Further exploration of the area led me to a reservoir of old gas tanks that still held the precious liquid. As I viewed my bounty, an idea came to my head that required immediate follow up. I began to reinforce the vehicles with various armor pieces, creating a destructive monstrosity on wheels that I could use to create my own gang.
Soon all would know the glory of THUNDER ROAD and would soon tremble at the sound of the roaring engines of the THUNDERERS! WITNESS ME!!!
~End.~
[Insert Final Thoughts Here]
This was a really fun idea that was provided on a comment with my previous post. It was so much fun writing a short story about a dystopian wasteland ruled by gangs that were based off board games. Obviously there's far more worldbuilding that could be done, but I wanted to keep this post shorter since I didn't include anything beside the story. I love the idea of creating stories based on different genres and would like to pose a challenge for myself: if there's a concept and genre you would like to see me attempt with one of these posts, feel free to comment and I'll do my best to meet the challenge.
Give your thoughts: What are some games that you've had highly recommended to you, but upon playing them, you've been unimpressed? How do you respond to someone's glowing view of the game when it's not one you share? Has the opposite happened to you: you've been excited about a game but the group/individual that you introduced to the game was not as impressed with it or downright hated the game?
Thanks for coming on this wild ride with me and I'll be back on Friday with some gameplay reviews. Remember to hit the green thumb if you liked this post and subscribe to the blog if you want to read my other weekly ramblings that happen thrice a week. I appreciate each and every one of your comments and hope that you all have a wonderful rest of your week!
^ a big shoutout to Gerry H (Iftut) for the inspiration for this post!
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~Josiah - (LinkToDarkness)