One thing I forget to mention in my last post:
We Are Legion.
All you Girl D&D players who think the battle is over? Who think that tabletop gaming is your safe space where you can let your rainbow armpit hair down and let your coffee stained antifa shirt fly free? Who think that anything goes and gender doesn’t exit except that one of the 58 genders is responsible for all evil everywhere in the world?
This ain’t over. It ain’t over until the Alt-Right says it’s over. We are everywhere, and the only reason we haven’t made ourselves known yet is that we are studying our enemy. We want to know you. We want to understand you. Because we understand that knowing you is the first step to beating you. Keep fighting the imaginary boogeymen of the alt-right.
In the end, we will drive you boastful losers with your misery Olympic mindset from the tables and back into your parent’s basement where you can engage in any sort of gaming degeneracy you want. Like three kinds of saving throws or bluff skill checks. Or thirty minute shopping sprees. Bleurgh.
You never know – you may have played with old E. Reagan Wright at one of your local conventions, and not even known it.
For you edgelords out there who have fallen on the storygame grenades for the good of Western Civilization, don’t be shy with Uncle E. Reagan. Shoot me your experiences rubbing chunky elbows with the mutant muh feelz gamers who protect their fragile self-esteem by hiding between recent edition D&D rulesets. The man behind the E. Reagan mask knows how important the defensive shield online anonymity to all of us. All identifying information shall be scrubbed, and together we can laugh and mock the people making tabletop RPGs, and Western Civilization by extension, suitable for decent human beings once more.