The staff tried to close it and got kicked Dick
Since about a week back Streaming Rainbow are publishing stuff related to an Actual Play series appproximated to be around 20 episodes, featuring a cast of 12 Resistance Players playing the game using a West Marches approach. As an additional part of this production they have also conducted several design deep dive interviews around the game and the intent behind the game.
The designer, Johan Eriksson (he/him), and Danny Mendoza (who is playing the Big Brother role in the AP campaign) discuss Oceania 2084! https://youtu.be/EUBA-J_a5dA?is=2Dp_71_tTfTfEQi_
What I would explain as a sort of prequel to the main campaign they have so far released two sessions of a specialized duet approach to Oceania 2084 coming out as complementary to their main campaign
Session 1: https://youtu.be/kPu6kRMF0t8?si=Cu-FDEqQStmNWhoF
Session 2: https://youtu.be/KzMGUvYJE4U?si=yBZRB-k7XAW224j4
And as of yesterday, the second interview session was released: https://youtu.be/LDEBbBQvfp4?si=aCHAEJ1zoME53qPd
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Silence.
No music. No television. No conversation.
No expression. No humanity.
Sterile.
Brave New World.
Everything human is filthy.
Vile. A contravention.
I must behave. I’ve learned.
But I am visceral.
I cannot control my gaze, so I disguise it.
I hate myself for it.
For finding him beautiful.
A classic beauty, almost sickening.
Almost too symmetrical.
Almost.
I learned to read the unspoken signs.
“We’ve arrived,” he says placidly.
I don’t care where.
None of this matters.
Some random place. It doesn’t matter.
“Mary, how about here?” He smiles.
Now he likes to call me that.
I agree with a nod, a glance.
He takes the keys. I follow behind.
We enter.
The key turns. The door closes.
I remember the first road with him.
Back then, he went by John.
I don’t remember how long ago.
It doesn’t matter.
I just feel nostalgia.
For the attention from John.
For how he almost seemed to feel.
“Mary, you’ve been annoying me a lot.”
The coldness in his voice is a blade.
I wanted him to punish me. Like before.
“Do you see that marble cabinet?”
Head down. Humiliated by indifference.
Without him saying it,
I enter the cabinet.
I feel miserable. He doesn’t want me.
I lift my dress. I expose my nakedness.
He doesn’t look.
I feel his irritation.
It no longer matters. A flicker of madness.
I look into his blue eyes, desperate.
I am seeing this in the third person.
I take a step forward. I exit the cabinet.
“You liked me more when I was Alice.”
The crack of his hand hitting my face.
It doesn’t hurt. It just resonates in the silence.
I feel seen again.
And I smile.
“Mary. There was never any Alice.”
An uncontrollable, demonic laugh escapes.
He grabs my hair. Chokes me.
I can’t stop laughing.
Smiling at him.
He releases me. Turns his back. Breathes.
“And I liked you more when you were John,” I say.
He doesn’t react.
It challenges me more.
He looks at me. Coldness. Indifference. It hurts.
“I’ll return you to your mother and stepfather.”
When I see, I’m kneeling. Crying.
I cling to him. Trying to unbutton his pants.
A kick. The cutting disdain again.
On the floor, I start laughing again. Demonic.
He tries to control himself. It’s almost impossible.
“Mary, get in the cabinet.”
I remain still.
Unable to stop laughing. Laughing.
Everything is a dream. His brutish arms.
I am immobilized. Still laughing. Thrown on the bed.
“Mary, you’re going back to your stepfather.”
Without thinking, without knowing why, I spit on him.
The sickening adrenaline. I am alive.
Clutched by my hair, I’m in the bathroom.
The pain doesn’t hurt. I know he knows.
Under the cold shower, I still laughed.
The nuances of his loss of control—visible.
I laughed. He washed my mouth with soap.
The bitter foam sliding down my throat.
He washed me all over.
As he hadn’t in years.
What a sensation. I was no longer an object.
Then he dried me with care. Urgency.
“Done, now everything will be fine, Carol.”
I let him brush and dry my hair.
I allowed him to paint my lips red.
Now I was Carol.
And I felt like Carol.
“We should kill Mary,” I said. “And soon.”
He stopped. No reaction. He reflected.
I continued, “She doesn’t deserve your kindness.”
He looked at me as if seeing me for the first time.
“Get dressed.” He held my face. Kissed me.
He was not the same John.
He was another person.
Surreal how he changed personas.
My mental sanity betrayed me.
But not now.
Unknowingly, I had a plan.
“No,” I replied. “You should undress.”
Carol was the only one with the power to say that.
And now he saw Carol, after so many years.
He blushed. Stunned. Unable to move.
“Julian, do as I say. Or I’ll leave.”
His eyes filled with tears.
I headed for the bed and waited.
Piece by piece, now he was also naked.
My eyes examined him with sarcasm.
“Decided. I don’t want to see you ever again.”
He trembled. “Carol, don’t leave me.”
And then it happened.
He was hypnotized.
My mind betrayed me again; I was Carol.
When I realized, he was kissing every part of me.
He bit. Caressed. A kind of devotion.
And I surrendered to him. Or Carol surrendered.
My confusion dissolved in voracious pleasure.
He bit me. Licked me. Whispered:
“I’ve always loved you, Carol. I never forgot you.”
An electric current ran through my body.
I woke from the frenzy. Pushed him away.
“I will never be yours. It was you who killed our love.”
My lucidity surfaced. I remembered.
He killed Carol.
She was his first victim.
He wrapped me in his arms. I felt disgust.
“Don’t talk like that; your place is with me.”
I let him believe I had let myself be enveloped.
“Then prove it to me, Julian.”
His pleading blue eyes pierced me.
“I’ll do anything, Carol, just say it.”
“First, put on pants,” I said with disdain.
I wrapped myself in the sheets. Watched him dress.
“No, don’t lie down again. Sit over there.”
For the first time, I felt the possibility of escape.
The adrenaline making me cold. Determined.
He obeyed. Head down. Sat.
“I want you to kill Mary. Tonight.”
Glimpses of emotion became visible.
“Carol, Mary is an idiot. But she’s my alibi.”
I rolled my eyes. Stood. Went close to him.
I sat on his lap. Caressed his hair.
“I’ve thought it all through,” I whispered.
My touch. Urgency and doubt.
“Can’t you see? It’s the only way for me to be yours.”
His eyes on mine. “Forever yours.”
Silence.
He looked toward the empty marble cabinet.
Lost in his delusion.
“She’s locked in there,” he whispered.
Seeing Mary where there was only shadow.
“Let’s forge her death and her disappearance.”
Now I had his full attention.
“You won’t need an alibi anymore,” I said confidently.
I kissed his lips. “Just follow my plan.”
He pulled me closer. Kissed me.
That sealed our agreement. I wouldn’t stop.
“Let’s make it look like she tried to kill you.”
My mind worked quickly. Fearless.
“I’ll make her believe I came to free her.”
He smiled. “And then take care of her.”
He understood. It made sense. It was brilliant.
But there was no Mary. No Carol. Just me.
I looked around. Grabbed some thick cords.
“I’m going to tie you up; stay still.” And I did.
“Now try to escape. It should look real.”
He struggled and tried.
He was completely immobilized.
“Very good. Where do you keep that .22?”
He didn’t hesitate. “In my coat pocket.”
And there it was. Cold steel. My heart raced.
“Now I’ll need to cover your mouth, my love.”
He smiled. “Good idea. I have silver tape in the bag.”
I tore the tape—the sharp sound cutting the room.
I covered his mouth.
“Try to speak.” He emitted low, muffled groans.
It is now. “All set. I’m going to turn off the lights.”
In the dark, I kissed his sealed mouth and sighed.
The kiss of death. My freedom.
Stay tense. It was me or him. All of them.
His filthy personalities would meet their end.
I decided not to make him suffer. I don’t know why.
I pressed a heavy pillow over his head to muffle the sound.
A single shot to the back of the neck.
He probably didn’t feel a thing.
I didn’t want him to see Carol executing him.
Maybe because she brought humanity to him.
And all his fissures. And shadows.
I saw myself again in the third person. I ran.
I won the night. I breathed, but without relief.
Physically free.
But with a broken soul.