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Castle Game: Taisho Roman Revolution
[Suddenly, you hear the wailing of a horn. Outside, tension is turning to panic. You can't see anything, but you can hear people gathering up their things, sobbing in fear or speaking in harsh whispers. A lone voice calls from the distance:
The enemy approaches!
Upon the map, an unfamiliar geography appears -- several small nations, clustered together. Outside of them, an endless sea of enemy forces, identified only by a symbol of a cracked skull. Each of the small nations is marked with a flag in one unit's colour, and a tiny model of a castle.
You are at war. How will you protect your people and yourself?
(Rules & questions are here. Cleo is your gamerunner!)
The enemy approaches!
Upon the map, an unfamiliar geography appears -- several small nations, clustered together. Outside of them, an endless sea of enemy forces, identified only by a symbol of a cracked skull. Each of the small nations is marked with a flag in one unit's colour, and a tiny model of a castle.
You are at war. How will you protect your people and yourself?
(Rules & questions are here. Cleo is your gamerunner!)
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[ Is he okay? She reaches out to gently rest a hand upon his arm. ]
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[She's trying to comfort him... because maybe doing so is actually a comfort to her, too.]
I'll help protect you, alright?
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[A light squeeze.]
It's mutual. And I want to do the same for the group.
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