It started as a way to pass the time with my wife waiting for a show at a bar in Chicago.
Then, my good friend Martin Burnham and I banged away on it until it resembled something usable.
Now, it is a finished Playset for the Fiasco role-playing game.
I give you:
Snow. Neck deep and everywhere. Far as the eye can see. It doesn't look to be letting up any time soon and here you are in the middle of it, stuck, countless miles from where you want to be and going nowhere fast. You were fortunate enough to find shelter from the blizzard in a backwoods bus depot. Unfortunately, now you find yourself caught in an interstitial moment, caught on the threshold between a past you're trying to get away from and the future you so desperately hope to achieve. What happens to you during these trapped moments, as the time ticks away like snowflakes caught in a storm?
If you end up playing it, I'd love to hear what you think in the comments below!