Announcement: No More Laughter Left on Earth is back!

Quick announcement: I have decided to un-unlist my first, and so far only, original roleplaying game, No More Laughter Left On Earth, which was originally a game jam entry about two years ago (ahhhh time is scary!) 
 

It's still PWYW, and I still feel it's very much a product of the beginning of my RPG design journey. I am still proud of the layout and most of the writing, and I still LOVE the cover art I commissioned (which is good, because there's no way I'll ever recoup the cost through sales), but file it under "early work". 

That said, I do think it would be fun to make a second edition that fleshes out all the stuff that never moved from my brain onto the page, tighten up the design intent and specific mechanics, etc. If nothing else, the random tables at the back are still rad.

Download links:    Itch     DTRPG

Update 18 March 2026: fixed the DTRPG link  

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Consensus between the liars and the lies for all to see
fake news implies the existence of real news
yellow journalism gave way to Watergate
and we got Bedtime for Bonzo and we got Home Alone 2

A commitment to honesty is dangerous
in an empire whose hottest commodity is truth
as defined by the empire 
                     whose hottest commodity is truth

I hate the way my brain makes me feel
I hate my brain from inside my brain
                         from inside my body connected to    
                                            my brain
Is science our religion
Is god our witness
Is the demiurge really so cruel
Man is machine
Are we in The Matrix
Are we our thoughts or our actions or our politics or meat

This is not subjective. This is not active
This is not an argument. There are no sides. 
(though my higher hemisphere hurts me)
no object                                                         no objection
This is not a fact. This is a mandate. This is a call to arms.

Kinds of relationships I have been in

Strangers, brief exposure
Strangers, prolonged exposure
Strangers who will become acquaintances
Strangers who will become friends
Strangers who will become lovers
Strangers who will become enemies
Acquaintances
Friends
Lovers
Enemies
Family
Strangers, famous
Strangers, internet famous
Lovers who will become friends
Friends who will become enemies
Enemies who will become famous
Family who will become strangers
Selves who have become strangers
Selves, former enemies, now friends
Selves, former enemies, now family
Selves, former enemies, now lovers
Selves who are lovers
Selves, brief exposure
(this is a complete list.)
Selves, prolonged exposure

Tall Girl Shadow Self

I have never had access to poetry about the moon. I said
I was performing feminine because I wanted access
to oppression, my own corner of the margin, to use this
to explain why I am always in conflict with the world.

Then I came up to the edge and beat myself backwards
but you can only see a lie in the mirror so many times, 
           I can only see a lie in the mirror so many times,
before I get too angry to repeat it.

I am the kind of bitch Shirley Jackson would have called “dark”
pale, a six foot five princess, a heterodox paradox, Girl Atlas
holding up the world for the littles underneath me,
an asinine androgyne anodyne shooting for femme
sometimes I’m a pissbaby
sometimes I’m a bastion of wisdom

How to destroy a girl’s confidence in one innocent question:
“Do you know any dance moves?”
After I danced for hours.
After I looked and waited and checked my phone for them
for hours and hours. Before a reverse Socrates
(“I only know that you know nothing”)
welcomed me to womanhood after six months of me injecting it

walking woman, trying to talk woman, hair woman, hairless woman
soft skin, coquette gestures, sounding woman most on my way
to orgasm, clutching sheets, pulling hair
the clothes made the woman
push my tits together and make a line
look in the mirror and see square jaw, stubble chin
look in and see nocturnal lashes, lips, forest of locks

I will move well, like a secret hero, like a secret
British big cat, smooth, exact, deploy precision stride

so atomize me, persecute me, sentence me, force me out
look askance, look outraged, look
but don’t you fucking touch

I am fat, I am a pervert, I am perverse, I am weird, mad, I love me for it
I will not go back for cisgenderism, respectability, a manhood
things I could never quite hold, never quite want. I love me radically
and you can choke.