Dogtown was a cyberpunky "we-don't-need-no-freaking-numbers" RPG campaign in the Making Shite Up & Being Obnoxious setting. It happened on IRC, except for that one time we played at my place. But there were still no dice present. Oh no.
It was a fun, much needed cr34t1v3 0utl3t, and while the bastard was primarily cloned from the brainmeat of Graham, I was proud to be one of its amoral vat supervisors.
Since RL has intruded, in the way RL does, there won't be any more session transcripts. We're leaving the poor thing in suspended animation for all the world to see.
Caution: here be words, perpetrated while under the influence of britishness, caffeine and untranslateable high-sugar poly-berryverages.
It was a fun, much needed cr34t1v3 0utl3t, and while the bastard was primarily cloned from the brainmeat of Graham, I was proud to be one of its amoral vat supervisors.
Since RL has intruded, in the way RL does, there won't be any more session transcripts. We're leaving the poor thing in suspended animation for all the world to see.
Caution: here be words, perpetrated while under the influence of britishness, caffeine and untranslateable high-sugar poly-berryverages.
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Truthfully this has been dead since the game finished IC. Transcribing the sessions from notes as opposed to IRC logs was always likely to be the breaking point and, unfortunately, so it proved.
A shame, as I'd have liked to have the full work up here and for it to stand as a self-contained short story-by-blog.
Alas, it wasn't to be, but life goes on!
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