I have been doing this for twelve years now. Writing against RPG-a-Day. Against. Again and again. Every day, every August, since 2015. Most often on my own, sometimes collaboratively with others here on d6ideas or across different (German) blogs.
2015: ArtifactaDay
2016: Loot-a-Day
2017: Rival-a-Day
2018: Ad-Blog
2019: RPG+Ally+a+Day
2020: Not One Step Back
2021: Veteran-a-Day
2022: The Thousand Titles of the Cat Emperor
2023: Sommerverdichtung (German only)
2024: CampaignConceptaDay
2025: A-Piece-of-History-Every-Day / Calculating World(s)history
And now? The German next door neighbours at Kritischer Fehlschlag have issued the rallying cry “Crime Scene” (German).
But here? After twelve years of doing this dirty work? There is but one possible answer:
The Dirty Dozen.
Interpreted via the lense of the so called Dirty Dozen of persistent organic pollutants such as DDT and dioxins (although an earlier thought was the likewise so called Dirty Dozen of biological weapons and this might still colour some of the entries).
One-hundred-and-fourty-four poisons and pollutants (in the widest, freest sense). Twelve each for twelve systems. Thirty-one days. Twelve years. Against RPG-a-Day. Again.
We are getting into esoteric territory once more, but in a way pollution and environmental destruction are key elements of the Sunlands. A world, were things spread uncontrollably, getting more, not ending. And – perhaps – that might be the fault of the inhabitants.
- Night – from the East, night falls, ever wider the area in which day no longer comes, morning refuses to appear, darkness stays
- Plague – from the South, the miasma of plague creeps up
- Beach – from the West, it is not the ocean that conquers but the beach, getting wider and wider, a desert growing out of the sea
- Rain – from the North, rain comes, an unceasing deluge front
- Madness – out of the temples, waves of madness flow
- Fever – and within the temples, the ever increasing geat is writ in sweat upon the brows of ever more priests