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The Spire Ate My Friday

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The goal of the game is to keep me playing. It keeps me playing by staying at the edge of my skill.

All I did today was play Slay the Spire 2. Not most of what I did. All.[1]

A game that can eat an entire Friday of a grown man’s finite life deserves an autopsy. Three findings.

First: I can watch myself getting better. The game has five characters, each demanding a different approach, and I randomize between them every run — I don’t know who I’ll be until the wheel stops. No settling into a groove. Every run I find a weakness in my play; next run I improve it and find another. A satisfying learning curve. 

Second: the difficulty rises to meet me. When I win a run, the next one starts with a handicap, along the lines of “start with 70% of my health”. Win again and the handicaps stack: tack on “only two potion slots instead of three”. The game keeps re-placing itself exactly at the edge of my skill, run over run over run.

One amusing wrinkle: the maps are procedurally generated, and someone once went looking and proved that at least one run of the original Slay the Spire is literally unwinnable. Which is fine — that’s the cost of procedural generation. But it’s funny, because I would never know. I’d just be disappointed that I failed.

Third: it’s meditative. The verbs are few and constant: select card, play card. Select room. Occasionally buy item or use potion. That’s the whole vocabulary. Die in room 40, start the next run immediately. It pairs well with music, which is to say it occupies exactly as much of me as I give it.

I’ve written before that when I’m playing a game I love, three things happen: I pay attention without effort; I want to improve; and when it ends, I want more. Slay the Spire 2 is those three sentences built as software. The attention is the meditation. The improvement is visible. And “when it ends, I want more” — well. See: my Friday.

Any further questions?

“How is it better than the first one?” Slower, more intentional drip of unlocks. More characters. Better balance. More distinct strategy paths within each character, depending on the cards you’re dealt. And the learning curve is fast because it builds on the first game: a fast learning curve on an already fast-to-learn game.

“Do you regret the Friday?” The goal of the game is to keep me playing. It kept me playing. It won. And I had a blast. 

Compare this to yesterday, when I played the demo of the Backyard Baseball relaunch. The demo exists to make me play more. I loved Backyard Baseball as a kid. But the demo was… meh? After playing through it, I had no interest in playing the actual game. Slay the Spire slays. Backyard Baseball flops. 

[1] This is the sort of hyperbole permitted to we practitioners of the creative arts. I also installed an A/C unit in my apartment and coached a client for ~2 hours and went to the gym. But I did play Slay the Spire for upwards of 8 hours. 

Cascade

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My new favorite cooperative game 

My family is obsessed with a game. We call it Cascade. Here’s how it’s played: 

Setup: 

-1. Ask each player whether they’d prefer to play the simpler, more social game or the more intricate, challenging version. Each player who chooses the simpler version will receive one hand; each player who chooses the more challenging version will receive two hands. 

0. Arrange between the players four sets of tokens (we wrote ours on scraps of cardboard). Each of these sets will contain one token for each of the hands in play, and be labeled with a number and word, either “Preflop”, “Flop”, “Turn”, or “River”. (So one set of tokens is Preflop 1, Preflop 2, Preflop 3, etc.) 

  1. Deal 2 cards to the players who want to play the simpler version and 4 cards to the players who want to play the more challenging version. 
  2. Ask the players with 4 cards to split them into two separate hands, any way they desire. 

The game begins (Preflop): 

  1. All acting simultaneously, move any of the Preflop tokens from the middle of the table anywhere you desire. Your goal is to, without talking or communicating too much (no nods or “mmmhmm”s), arrange all hands in rank order (according to poker ranks), with 1 being the lowest. You may assign tokens to other players’ hands, remove tokens from other players’ hands, return tokens to the center, etc. 
  2. Once all the tokens are stable (no longer being moved), ensure all the players are settled, and move on to the flop. 

Flop, Turn, River

  1. Flip over three community cards, then repeat the same process, but with the Flop tokens instead of the Preflop tokens. 
  2. Once all the Flop tokens are stable, repeat with two additional cards and the Turn tokens. 
  3. Once the Turn tokens are stable, repeat with one final card and the River tokens. 

End

  1. Once the River tokens are stable, reveal your hands one by one, in whichever order you think will be most dramatic. How accurate were your rankings throughout? It’s cooperative: the whole table wins or whiffs together. (Each hand is the best 5 from the hole cards + community cards, just like Texas Hold’Em.) 

That’s the game! 

We originally played with one hand per person and a Flop of 3 cards, Turn of 1 card, and River of 1 card, but learned many people prefer playing with two hands, and that the game is more interesting with a turn of 2 cards rather than 1. We’ve also played the game with 3-card hands instead of 2-card hands. That version is particularly enjoyable for the game nerds among us, but really puts a damper on the chit-chat and socializing.  

Why is it called Cascade? If you play it, maybe you’ll notice 🙂 

Clown School Break Day 34: Invention via Iteration 

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In which Our Hero builds upon himself. 

I created a new game today. 

We started with the game I described two days ago. 

We played with three people. It wasn’t as good as with 4 or 5 people. Then we expanded so we each received two hands instead of one hand, for a total of 6 two-card hands. 

Then we gave ourselves 3 cards per hand instead of two. 

Then we gave ourselves 6 cards instead of two sets of three, which we subdivided into our own three-card hands. 

What did I learn? 

  1. Follow the fun. When it’s not fun, find new fun. 
  2. Don’t push. If it’s fun enough, stick with it. 
  3. I like chaos. Compared to my card game compatriots, I enjoyed the more intricate game. (Part of that may be my familiarity with poker — i.e. this end version was farther at the end of my comfort zone while the basic game had become trivial). 

We spent 5 hours today playing that game. Playing variations. Ending at the more intricate one. 

Also this: 

  • To get to the end we had to go though the steps. Sometimes you have to take people through the basics, not start at the end if the end is too complicated. 

Building blocks. Leveling up. 

And one more thought: 

  • In the last hand, I correctly called all three cards in two of my compatriots’ hands. One of my friends half-jokingly called me “the oracle”. 

Perhaps what other people find chaotic is just the space I exist in. Sometimes what’s trivial to you is complex to me. (My partner laughs when I refer to putting frozen food on a plate and microwaving it as “cooking”.) 

This reminds me of one of the lessons from clown school: everyone has their own challenges. What’s trivial for me may be hard for you. Jesus would say “judge not lest ye be judged”. (And after all, today is the day for celebrating his birthday.) 

I’m glad to have seen my classmates trudge through their own challenges. And I’m glad to have built up the self-comfort prior not to judge them during the process. That would be a real dick move. 

🤡 

Clown School Day 18: You Must Play the Game

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In which Our Hero misquotes Shakespeare.

“This above all: to thine own game be true.” —Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 3.

It’s very easy to forget the game.

But the game is the most important thing.

Some performance is only game. Tennis, for instance, is only game: and look how much money that earns.

The Rehearsal

My scene partner and I rehearsed today. We lacked pleasure because we had forgotten the game.

The original game was simple: I make my partner lick a thing. Like when children find a bug and dare each other to eat it.

It wasn’t fun anymore. We knew it was coming. We knew he would do it. There was no tension, no conflict.

So we changed it.

Now, we begin with a eulogy for a piece of the space: “We are gathered here today to say goodbye to the power outlet.”

Then we play rock-paper-scissors.

The loser, as a ritual of farewell, must lick it.

As the scene escalates, so do the lickables. The floor. The bottom of a shoe. The teacher.

We didn’t have a game. Now we have a game.

The game? Rock-paper-scissors.

But with stakes!

The Farce

In Improv class, I realized the rule applies to everything.

We played a farce: a train compartment. One person enters, perfectly normal except for one grotesque tic. They repeat it. Then a second person enters, takes pleasure from that game, and — after a long time enjoying their tic (longer than you think) — adds their own tic, heightening the first. Then a third person. Then a fourth.

The game is simple: take the game from the person before you, heighten it through your play, and pass it on.

Simple is nice.

Simple is hard.

You have to feel the scene. Is it falling down? Are you talking over the game with “train compartment” nonsense? Are you heightening or dominating or smothering?

When everyone played the game, the farce appeared by itself.

When someone forgot, everything froze.

The game makes the show. Always has. Always will.

The Handstand

This morning, I flipped upside-down.

My first handstand (wall-assisted), then onto a peer’s back, who rolled me forward, turning us both into a ball.

A new game: gravity as partner.

I’d forgotten the joy of inversion.

The Father

My father arrived in Étampes today. He wants more than anything to see a class.

I’d love to have him: to share my play space. The school forbids it.

No visitors, no cameras, no phones. We even sign a “no recording” oath, like monks taking vows.

Why so strict?

Because clowning is vulnerable.

I’ve seen people bare grief. I’ve seen them make absolute fools of themselves (and not the good kind).

Once, a student scraped his false teeth along the floor before popping them back in. The room gasped. Disgust and horror.

Once, I yelled at the teacher. Their instruction felt like trash; maybe provoking me was the point.

This isn’t for YouTube. This is for us.

The school protects its game.

It keeps the outside world out, so the play inside can live.

The Lesson

The game is everything: the lick, the tic, the flip, the secret room.

When you forget the game, everything dies.

When you play it, life appears.

Protect the space so you can play the game.

Then find the game.

Release all else.

Play the game.

And when you lose it, start again.

That’s what makes it a play.