I get some weird looks when I admit I carry a self-created storytelling game in my handbag. Mind you, I get weird looks when I admit to carrying a handbag. Not entirely sure why - I hate having my hands full of random access cards, wallets and umbrellas when they could be hanging on to …
Andre trudged down the road, absent-mindedly dodging a psychotic-looking chicken. He gave himself a mental slap, he was a BRUTE, he should have booted the chicken halfway to the castle rather than avoiding it. He was very careful about his brute image, plenty of scars and clothing designed to intimidate, his weapon, an urgrosh, was …
The DNA of Stories 