Let Them Eat
A comedy of entitled nobles, fabulous outfits, and disenfranchised zombies, for 4 to 6 players.
The night of the Royal Ball is the biggest night of the year for the nobility of the land. It's the chance to advance one's position, cozy up to the Empress, and be seen looking fabulous. There is literally nothing more important than looking good at the Ball. Literally nothing.
Which is a problem, because the peasants are revolting. Literally. They're doing that peasanty shambling walk, and their skins are all peasanty grey, and they're doing that awful peasanty moan that they do. They're far too lazy to work the land and so they're demanding that the royal court give them grains. "Grains, grains," they moan. Or at least you think that's what they're saying. Thankfully you can barely hear them over the music of the ball.
They're banging pretty loudly on the palace doors though, and some of them are starting to press up against the stained glass windows, and one might worry they're about to get in if one wasn't so busy looking fabulous. In any case, it's clear that dealing with the peasants is someone else's problem. *You* have a spotlight to steal…
Let Them Eat is a comedy for four to six spoiled nobles. Players take the role of aristocrats trying to impress their peers during a zombie peasant uprising, and are required to balance the competing priorities of agreeing with the Empress, wearing something outstanding, and not being eaten by the undead. The game uses a custom card-based system to structure play. Play is competitive and character death is possible, but all players are guaranteed participation throughout the session.
|What’s the game again?||Period zombie political drama|
|System||Custom, no rules knowledge required|
|Movie rating||M (comedic violence and gore)|
Race for the Throne
The King is dead… a Kingdom mourns. One of five cousins must step forward.
A new ruler will be crowned… a Kingdom speculates and the common people mutter.
Will it be Serephrima, daughter of the old Kings sister?
But she’s a female. Yes, however her betrothed isn’t bad and if they marry quickly he’ll rule.
Nobody knows why they’ve delayed the wedding five times already.
Will it be Donovan, the eldest of the royal cousins?
But he’s always coming down with something, he’s so sickly he could die at any moment and then we’d have to go through this all over again. Yes, however he just needs a nice good, healthy girl to get with child and we’ll be all good.
You better hope he’s smart enough to see that.
Will it be Scott, son of the old Kings younger brother?
But he’s so dumb, you know he’ll just be a pawn for the most cunning and smartest of the Lords. So he has good friends, one of them will take the reins. After all, it’s not the first puppet we’ve had on the throne: remember King Dilbert, Duke Dogbert kept the Kingdom stable.
Duke Dogbert nearly drained the coffers completely with all those social welfare programs.
Will it be Micheal, the youngest of the royal cousins?
But he’s sworn his oaths to the Gods, it would blasphemous to make him a secular ruler. We can find a Deakin somewhere to release him from his oaths and it won’t hurt us to go to temple more often.
But I don’t want to go to temple more often…
Will it be Glinda, daughter of the old Kings younger brother?
She’s a witch, burn her! She’s not a witch, she’s a sorceress and everyone knows that a good sorceress is the best sorceress.
That’s still uncanny magic.
Will it be Apollyon, the old Kings bastard?
So the five Royal Cousins ride to the Foley to gently discuss:
Who will LOSE the race for the throne?
|What’s the game again?||A game for 5 reluctant royals.|