Brace yourself against something sturdy, because a gale force wind of awesome is heading your way. Shitlord: The Triggering is a pair of 44DD sweaterpuppies stuffed into a 34A sized bra. This OSR compatible fantasy RPG is ripped straight from the digital headlines and features not just swords, not just sorcery, but swords and sorcery! That’s two genres in one! Written for the discerning basement dwelling loser, it contains everything you need to set-up, run, and play a cheap knock-off of the original and best RPG ever designed.
The image to the left passed through my conscience a few week back, and the keks lodged there in my gray matter like blastocysts of pure concentrated degeneracy. They wouldn’t let go until I’d carried the little monsters to term, then lay on a table as they fought to be the lone survivor clawing its way out of my stomach, and ruining a perfectly good meal to say nothing of a clean white XXXL t-shirt in the process.
You know what this is. It’s a satire. A response to the nitwitted notion that RPGs are art that can, should, and must elevate the discourse and vehicle by which the enlightened few can civilize the savage barbarians. This is an educational tool, a flip of the script, designed to illustrate what hambellied writers who inject hamfisted libtardian nonsense into the realm of tabletop gaming look like to honest and decent elf-game players everywhere.
It ain’t pretty. In the case of this funhouse mirror, that’s by design.
Oddly enough, it is a playable game complete with a heavy-handed allegorical campaign setting. More than that, it’s a damn funny game written with a strong voice that skewers not just leftist idiocy but the gaming scene in general. Even as my Dorito stained fingers mash at this over-sized keyboard, the good folks at DriveThruRPG are carefully considering whether they really want to be a part of this crime against God, humanity, and nature. If they, in their infinite censorial wisdom decline to share in the glory that is Shitlord: The Triggering, fear not!
The world will not be denied my genius! In such an unlikely event, then I will have my mom drive me down to the local Kinko’s and have her pay to print up a dozen copies that I will sell to the nice people down at the intersection of King and Queen Streets after they give me a dollar for squeegeeing their windshield.
Maybe then the voices will stop.