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“I can do anything,” she said.

“Have you eaten?”

“I can do… most things,” she said, with a half-suppressed laugh.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“Like,” she said, a hint of desperation slipping into her voice, “I can, like, blow up the moon.”

He just looked at her, blankly confused. “… wait, would that help?”

“I don’t know,” she said, suddenly a little confused too. “I mean, it’s the moon.”

“If blowing up the moon is what you have to do to maintain a healthy sleep schedule, then you should blow up the moon. I guess. I don’t know. There’s tide stuff. Would there be, like, tsunamis?”

“The point,” she said, “is that you don’t need to worry about me. Not like this. I mean: I am an incarnate breath of the void.”

— from The Tides of March, by Robin W. Frahm

Excerpted from Glitch, a forthcoming tabletop RPG about living with chronic illness, depression and identity issues in which the player characters just happen to be retired world-killing void gods. You can approach the game a number of ways, but by default, rather than an adventuring party, the PCs are more like a support group, helping each other find meaning and avoid relapsing into their old universe-ending habits – with perhaps a touch of Scooby-Doo-esque mystery solving to spice things up!

If you’ve read this far, you already know whether you’re this game’s target audience. At the time of this posting, the Kickstarter campaign has about 36 hours left to go, and is already fully funded nearly three times over, though it’s still roughly six thousand dollars short of its Big Art Upgrade™ stretch goal. Now’s your chance to help put it over the top!

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