Indianapolis. The crossroads of America. Dust settles on a town abandoned, the massed tread of shopping bag-laden board gamers now just a faint echo after a football stadium-worth of people realised the end of Gen Con was nigh and just… left. Occasional movement flickers at the edge of deserted boulevards – things that might once have been human skitter in the shadows, crying out for more games to fill their unending hunger. “GAMES” they rasp, waving the remains of dessicated wallets from some long-forgotten reality. “MORE GAMES”.
Morning everyone! As 