WRECK THE HALLS

In collaboration with Thryn Henderson of Furtive Shambles.

(Physical backers - everything's packaged up and I'm going to take them down to the Post Office tomorrow morning. You should have 'em before the end of the year unless you live somewhere ridiculous like Australia.)

Initially, Thryn and I were going to write a Christmas LARP. Something playful and silly and fun in a little booklet, something the whole family can enjoy, you know? Big Yule Lad energy. And then the damned Omicron variant ran rampant through the UK, and is running rampant through the UK, and it's increasingly looking like we're going to have another Plague Christmas.

AND, on what for legal purposes I must stress is an unrelated note, the Conservative Party has come under fire for hosting office Christmas parties in the infectious depths of 2020 when the rest of the country was spending December in isolation.

So: we wrote WRECK THE HALLS instead. It's a cyberpunk game about stealing Christmas from absurdly wealthy shitheels in gilded palaces while the world burns. 

Yours in rage,

Grant 

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Thryn sez:

It's a hard time to be festive when the world is showing its whole arse and it's been 100 years since you touched a human face. We had a lovely, silly, tactile little LARP planned for you all. It involved making funny costumes from christmas trash, arts and crafts, a fun jape about being 6 yule lads at once. It was even laid out into a cute little zine. Suddenly, though, it felt both implausible and farcical to ask anyone to run it. So here we are, powered by an ocean of impotent rage, offering instead a straight forward, no nonsense heist-revenge-catharsis that's never heard of subtext. Sometimes you want a clear path to absolutely losing your shit at the absurd hoarding of wealth, and worker survelliance hellscapes, at the idea that a cyberpunk dystopia is becoming more work to parody than it should be. 

We mostly wrote a lot of tables, which in fairness is not actually as easy as it sounds. It's even harder when they have to provide the majority of your worldbuilding, because there's no room for narrative around them. We've used a handful of locations, hubristic deathtraps and defences to give you a picture of the kind of people you're up against, the scale of who they are; your styles, gear and christmas wishes set some tones for the kind of heist you want to pull off, and why you're here. The rest, hopefully, is in your hands. Maybe you'll find a true meaning of Christmas and community, but if not, at least you'll smash a lot of windows.