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We’re marking time.

The original plan was to purchase a copy of RPG Maker for our creative writers participating in the And Now This! Club.

Unfortunately, all of our computer systems are being transferred onto Windows 7, so we’re delaying the purchase of new software 😦

In the meantime, we’ve been working on our tiny game, pulling together the three strands of the pupils’ original short stories which gave us a magical didgeridoo broken into pieces that were discovered when someone sang or whistled nearby (AH), a goose stolen by a witch, turned into rock, and hidden in a cave from its rightful owner (SS), and a church determined to destroy the world with a strange lizard which must be saved by the world’s most terrifying harpist and their constantly smiling sibling (HS).

This is quite controlled for us πŸ˜€

Well, at this week’s meeting I suggested that we try to draw out the world, including as many aspects of the different stories as we could, on the understanding that everything was up for grabs and could be changed, unless they argued vociferously and logically to keep it.

It took us a while to draw out a grid, but by the end of the hour’s meeting, we had the beginnings of a decent landscape.

We didn’t just plonk stuff down anywhere, but considered why something would be where it would be. To ensure that the world stayed wee, we created a valley enclosed by mountains. Caves were added at the secondary compass points, although one is actually a cave through the mountain allowing us to expand later if need be.

We needed a village, a river and a church, which caused a fair amount of er, discussion, before I eventually grabbed a pencil, closed my eyes and drew a wonky line across the paper, much to the amazement of one person – that’s exactly it! – and the horror of another. Our landscape is frozen, and the lake is thick ice except for one area which is always steaming water. Naturally the church went beside it, and the village was built on the edge of the frozen lake, with buildings on poles through the ice.

Jeffrey, the Forgetful Lizard?

Jeffrey, the Forgetful Lizard? by J L Macfadyen

Throughout this discussion we had been laughing that the inhabitants should all be geese; it tied in with the goose turned to rock in the cave, and explained how the inhabitants had found their way into a valley surrounded by mountains. However, this didn’t explain where the strange lizard came in until I remembered my photo of the Argentine Tegu. A colleague had seen it briefly and thought it was a bird – not that weird since birds are descended from reptiles. The club dubbed him The Forgetful Lizard Who Forgot to Evolve. His name is now Jeffrey in honour of that ornithophobic colleague, and our world has its first folktale!

Finally, our map needed a symbol for a church, so we decided on three wavy lines, like steam rising, with an added bonus when we noticed that it could be drawn by a webbed foot πŸ˜†

See, we’re staying tiny!

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