Awkwardly_Frank

This is the solution, and the place to start is your local comic shop if you have one. Almost all of them run gaming clubs in the back.

This exactly.

I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if it did, and Japan would be a likely culprit.

Tech has the right of what I was getting at though. I’ve been a member of several organizations and every one has made an attempt to turn me out to events. Most recently I’ve been working with a local Democratic Socialists of America chapter which got me out for canvassing and socials, which lead to protests and neighborhood cleanups, and now includes mutual aid events and tabletop gaming. All of this happened after I was laid off and moved half way across the country. Not all organizations are the same, but a good one can practically create a whole social life from thin air.

My brother in Christ, that is just a club! You pay dues to belong and everyone elects the few most organized and functional people to plan events that everyone can enjoy. You can even kick it up a notch and make it a civil organization so that you’re accomplishing good works while hanging out with likeminded people. Society used to be full of such organizations, and it’s time we brought them back.

Gods, I wish someone would gag that bloated gasbag.

I don’t think it’s a cop out at all. It’s a very good start and I appreciate the work and the quote. It sets me to thinking of a monstrous demigod by the name of Na’scrivas I’ve had rattling around for some time (I made an anagram of scrivener and changed a few letters. Plus, who doesn’t enjoy a good apostrophe in a fantasy setting.). It’s takes the form of a journal that makes its contents a reality at the cost of slowly detaching the writer further and further from reality. The idea is that by the end of the story the reader should question how much of it actually happened, and how much was simply the protagonist going mad.

‘Twas ever thus.

If Reagan were around to see this we might stand a chance at getting some kind of gun control.

It’s certainly a beer in its own right, but that’s simply a matter of definition and production. I know it has a history of being served mixed, but I’ve certainly come across it served on its own a non-trivial number of times.

I was just looking to express my penchant for collecting pseudo-historical stories that I don’t feel compelled to check the accuracy of because they don’t purport to express anything important. Ngl though, I would play the fuck out of that encounter if you made it.

Xitter* (pronounced shitter)

I once ran across a Berliner Weisse at a brewer’s festival that made excellent use of pickle juice. I had to try it out of curiosity, and while it was too much on the palate to drink many more than one, had a lived in the area I would have had one every evening. I wish I remembered the brewery so I could recommend it.