- Playing in a monthly Call of Cthulu game set in 1920s San Francisco.
- Playing in a monthly d20 Modern game loosely based on Joe Dever's post-apocalyptic gamebooks.
- About to start a monthly Blood & Honor game.
- Planning a Japanese-soldiers-in-China hack of the Cyberpunk 2020 rules.
- Running a WFRP game by email.
You'll probably have noticed something: none of this is D&D. This isn't a coincidence. I've recently become so sick of D&D I could puke blood. This is maybe an odd confession, because well over 90% of the entries on this blog have been related to D&D either directly or indirectly. But what can I say? I went through a cycle of massive enthusiasm for Old Beulah this past two years or so, and now I've come out the other side and just want to think about something else. We all go through these stages.
It'll be back, of course. That's the thing about cycles. I predict that in a year or so I'll be chomping at the bit to try to hit Armour Class 0 and save-vs-death magic. But for now, I think D&D and I need a break. Much like Ross and Rachel, except D&D knows that my flirtations with other games will never amount to anything much. That's the beauty of game systems, really - your marriage to one is always open.