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The Black Hack 2e: The Fool

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Short one today - a goofy broken class for all of your campaign-ruining needs. I've been occasionally running an open table Barrowmaze game for my friends (mostly 5e players) using a kitbashed Black Hack  ruleset. I'm going to speak more on this campaign in another post, because our struggles and successes are actually kind of revealing regarding clashing play cultures and the potential for crossover, I think. I picked TBH for a few reasons - the mechanics were broadly familiar to people whose main experience with RPGs was 5e. The conversion was also really simple, which was one of the things I was most worried about when prepping the game. And finally, it was modular, and that made it very easy to add and remove bits so I could experiment with customizing the game. I'm usually really shy about pulling apart systems, and I wanted to nip that in the bud. (Again, more on the results of my efforts in a future post). One of the bits I was most excited about hacking was classes.

Istus Take the Wheel - Who I am, and thoughts on the OSR

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I'm an aspiring wanderer of wildernesses that have never been. I'm a dreamer who doesn't get very much done, at the end of the day. I'm a nervous wreck of a carelord. I'm an unbelievable, insufferable, absolute fucking  nerd . Don't believe me? Check out this essay I wrote about my history with RPGs, due to appear in Knock Issue #2 ( still mid-KS until the 24th ) - the Knock version has the bonus of fantastic art by the talented  Evlyn Moreau  and the incredible layout madness that the Mushmen are known for. ------------------- Istus is the goddess of fate and destiny in good old Gary’s Greyhawk campaign setting. She spins the tapestry of the universe from strands of potentiality. She bears the weight of penning the future, down to the most minute detail. She is all-seeing and all-knowing. And I used to think I was her. From the beginning of my RPG obsession, my experience GMing (as a preteen roping my too-young brothers and my tolerant mom into a stumbling, fum