Think Fast!
You've
learned about America. You've learned since that terrible day that
being an Arab in New York City is like
being
American in post-war Japan. You've learned that people will cross the
street rather than be on the same sidewalk as you.
You've learned that you have to walk with
your jacket open in winter because people think you're packing an
explosives
vest. You've learned that you have to
shave your accent and your beard, trying to sound like you're from Minnesota
rather than Mahshahr, and look like you're
not too devout. You've
learned
to do Allah daily disservice, praying
only at home and at the mosque.
But you
didn't prepare for this. You weren't
prepared
for the rage of squealing tires and shouts when they gathered you off
the
street and threw you in the back of a van.
You weren't prepared for the hood, for the cold room, for the
salty
water they gave you to drink. You weren't
prepared to have your visa and passport ignored. You
weren't prepared for the endless
questions about finances, about imams, about shadowy terrorist groups
that
operate out of Khuzestan
Province. After hours of isolation interrupted by spats
of questioning, you came to realize that you should expect this. It's just a logical extension of your
situation until today.
And you
didn't expect rescue. You didn't expect
anyone
to sweep in, grab you by the arm and take you to the lobby, and put a
telephone
with a business card taped to it in your hand.
You didn't expect him to grab you by the collar and pull your
ear to his
urgent whispers. You didn't expect to
hear him tell you that everything you know is at an end.
That the world in which you had learned to
live was shattering around you, its pieces raining like daggers from
the night
sky. And you didn't expect him to push
you to the ground outside the little office building in which you'd
been held,
and run headlong into the night.
So you stood,
closed your coat against the bitter wind, and looked at the phone. It was a familiar design.
The card, taped to the back, had a name - Adham
Nasir - and an address - 750 East Third Street, NY, NY. But the keypad was unlike anything you'd
seen, and the screen showed an urgent message:
Think Fast will be a
fast-paced frolic where time really is of the
essence. Players will be expected to
improvise, adapt, and overcome. The game
will operate in Base 10 (those who have played Norns
will be familiar), and players will have ample opportunity to customize
their
characters.
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