Thank you so much! And it really is such a doozy of a piece
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I should have commented to let you know how much I love this supplement way sooner! I played the Construct and it was wonderful: the mystery of it all bolstered by others knowing more about you than you do, the potential relationship between binder and construct, the strange fugue of being trapped mixed with the potential coziness of the game’s themes.
I was so inspired by your prompts! It’s such a wonderful thing to read prompts that spark so many ideas and make your writing flow so well. I still remember that the first card I pulled was a 4 of Wands (“You find something your binder left behind”), and that thing was a second unfinished construct. By the end of my game, I had finished the second construct and bound them to me, unwittingly recreating my own situation with this new being. Talking about this reminds me that I wanted to play again as the second construct! I know what I’ll be doing this weekend :3
Though I haven’t played them yet, I like your other playbooks as well; they’re so rich. The regrets of the Pacted and Necromancer are wonderfully evocative. Thank you for your sharing!
Oh gosh I’m so terribly embarrassed that I missed this comment! I hope it’s not awkward that I’m replying literally 10 months later.
I remember seeing your Imposter and thinking that it’s so cool how two people can have similar ideas and still have such unique takes, even when there are similar themes and notes here and there. I love the humour of the Imposter (and I especially like how varied the moods of each of your playbooks are, so there’s something for every vibe I’m in the mood for!)
I loved all of your playbooks. I can’t believe I never commented or rated to let you know, because I still vividly remember my playthrough of your Construct! I’m going to go rectify that now. Thank you for your lovely, lovely comment <3
Thank you for the thoughtful comment and for sharing your fears here. Loss is terrifying. It’s so easy to get so caught up in mourning the future that it becomes much harder to appreciate the present, thus losing even more time. It’s ironic and it’s a hard cycle to break.
As you can probably tell by this story, I’m the opposite; what worries me is how quickly I’ve learned to move on from grief, but that also puts me in a similar cycle of my own. I don’t have any words of wisdom or solutions, but I do know that loving and being loved is a beautiful sort of pain, and at the end of the day, one single memory goes a long, long way.