So I think I’m going to write a roguelike.
I want to write a video game. This scares me, because I know myself. I know my tendency to have an idea I love love LOVE and then, when it fails to take shape more or less immediately, lose interest and become unable to make myself push it any further forward. I mean, what’s the point? I’m not going to finish it. I never finish it. Tabletop games, short stories, novels, doesn’t really matter. What’s going to make this any different?
Justice. Justice is going to make this different.
The Social Justice Playthrough now stands at 111 entries. I’m probably going to be going through it a lot more slowly now that I’m taking on this massive project, but still, that’s immense. I think I’m actually going to explore and blog about EVERY ENTRY in a 1700+-item bundle. It’s gonna take me a few years, but I really think I’m going to do it — because it’s FUN.
I didn’t set out to do 111 entries, I just did one. And then another. And then another.
I can do big shit. I just have to get out of my head and, you know, DO IT. Stop procrastinating. Stop vacuuming the cat. Stop finding ways to fiddle around the fringes, stop preparing myself mentally for the not-at-all inevitable failure, and just take the next step.
So I have this idea for a game. In broad strokes, it’s similar to my still-in-progress tabletop game Our Shattered World, but from a radically different angle. You’re a wizard, and you’d like to get better at wizarding. Problem: nobody likes wizards, on account of how they sorta blew up like half the world fifty years ago. Doing wizard bullshit is burn-that-fucker-at-the-stake illegal if you do it within the boundaries of civilization.
But the ruins of the old civilization are where you’re going to find the best information about wizarding anyway. So, off you go, to make a “wizard’s tower” (really just whatever semi-intact building you can find with a tarp over the leaky bits — you’ll work on it) on the border of the Demonlands.
From there, you’ll mount excursions, hopefully bringing back both knowledge and artifacts of the old world that you can sell for, like, food. However, all that shit is just lying around for a reason, and they don’t call ’em the Demonlands because they’re trying to attract heavy metal bands. You’re gonna have to put your developing skills to work against whatever nasty shit you find.
What kind of arcane power is available to you? You have no fucking idea. You know a rudimentary spell or two, but that’s it. Everything else is long vanished. Not only do you not know any better spells, you don’t know what spells you might someday be able to learn.
That’s the hook: the skill tree representing your spells is unknown. It’s not merely hidden: it’s procedurally generated. Every world will have its own unique collection of abilities, with a randomized rogues’ gallery of monstrosities to use them against.
The meta-game IS the game. There’s no point looking for a how-to guide for optimizing your character. Figuring out how to build the most efficient arcane wrecking machine is up to you.
And if you find some combo that, in any other RPG context, would be nerfed as soon as the devs notice how obscenely fucking overpowered it is, congrats: you’re winning the game. Now get out into the wasteland and win all over some demon’s stupid demon face.
Welcome to Forbidden Lore.