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I had a horrifying realization yesterday, when I was trying to explain to a bunch of law students who are almost all more than 40 years younger than I am, that what’s happening in America is not in any way normal. For example, Donald Trump’s weaponization of the DOJ to abuse the criminal legal process to extort a federal agency into submitting to his demands is a very reminiscent of the Saturday Night Massacre in 1973 (naturally I explained what that was), which was a cataclysmic political scandal at the time. In America 2026, it was Monday.
The realization was that, to these bright, curious, and — relatively speaking — politically engaged young people, all this is normal. They were almost all in middle school/junior high when Donald Trump got elected the first time. Trumpism and the to this point largely ineffective resistance to it has simply always been the way of the political and cultural world in America, since they began to become conscious of it in a concrete way.
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I never really “got” the Rokea as a kid — they were big and ugly and weird — but as an adult the whole premise of “what if Jaws had autism and was immortal?” is suddenly incredibly appealing. I too would like to walk into the sea and never return, thanks.
This is vintage old World of Darkness, so expect a bunch of weird race and sex stuff (including some way-too-casual references to rape). The example chronicle is also set in Australia and is nonetheless extremely, hilariously (white) American, right down to the fact that, while the majority of it is set on the Great Barrier Reef near Mackay (erroneously written as “MacKay”; it’s pronounced mh’KYE), like two scenes happen over two thousand kilometres away in South Australia??? And that’s two thousand kilometres by land, when the player characters are sharks and have to swim the long way??? That’s like the distance between New York and Houston, and would take like two months for a shark to swim there and back. Again, assuming they could swim on land, which they can’t. And this is all supposed to be time sensitive. Also, one of the main NPCs is a Native American Garou living as a visa over-stayer ( . . . oof) in Australia from the tribe-now-called-the-Galestalkers-you-can-figure-out-what-they-used-to-be-called whose ancestors are nonetheless implied in a vision to be Indigenous Australians? Not to mention I absolutely cannot believe that, even in the GRIMDARK 2000s of the WORLD OF DARKNESS that random Australian fishermen would conduct a mass illegal shark hunt all up and down the Great Barrier Reef. It’s a freakin’ national park!!! Killing wildlife here is illegal!!! Also like four people got attacked by sharks near Sydney last week alone and everyone was like, “Well . . . better not go swimming for a bit hey.”
Plus: Not even one single Harold Holt joke. Unforgivable. (Also, may the sea return him.)
Like . . . I know all this stuff can be hand-waved but it’s just such a hilarious mess on the surface for what is otherwise a pretty fun one-shot and it’s like . . . bless the OWoD. For reals. Like. I’m glad they’ve cleaned a lot of this stuff up in 5e (or even in W20) but, also. There’s such a well-meaning-but-oh-gods-dude-no-ness to the vintage stuff that makes it . . . kinda endearing, in retrospect? Big, wall-banging “let’s all work together to save the planet!!!” messaging and all.
Because, y’know. We should.
To be a highroller one must know the sound of defeat
Pull the handle, feel the rush and the spike as you edge closer and closer to the closing of your casket
Heartbeats so loud they can crack a rib, sync it with the slots, feel it burn you inside out
There's no better bittersweet victory than the ones that hinge on the very being immaterial
Gamble, gamble, gamble.
My life is a gamble, I only wake up to check my fortune
If the stars won't align, I might won't live another day
A dopamine driven mania that can shoot you higher than the stars
A crumbling so sudden you can taste your blood pouring out
That's life, that's the BEST life.
No matter how hard I try, I can't predict a thing
Destiny equals surprise, it never fails, never wavers
So I must gamble, I must give meaning to this pitiful existence
Causality is king and it's the knife that will fall unto my heart
This luck is all to myself
I'm selfish, I'm the worst
They need it more, they deserve it more
But I win, and I win again, and I win
My curse, they envy my curse
It snaps back and it HURTS like hell
There's no rest for the likes of me
I'm a highroller, I'm insane
I'm stuck in a cycle, I can't escape
I don't want to gamble anymore
I wan't my life back
There's nothing left of it.
Perhaps, tomorrow luck will find me
And I can be happy for another day.
