I did a playthrough of THE Blindman of The Flagellant and the Fool's game (printed by Grub-Grub press) "HEADS". I'm not sure if I can get across how good this game is. Maybe I won't bother trying. It's a game inspired by wandering Samurai movies. You draw up a character on a notecard, give them a mantra following some very open ended but inspiring prompts, then you draw an opponent and follow prompts to give them "memories". The combat mechanic is incredibly slick and tense (even if you're bad at interpreting rules like me". You have four stances you can choose (dice) which you then roll at the same time as your opponents entire dice pool. After rolling you roll a d8 to determine which stance your opponent actually picked, you find the difference and follow the list that tells you what happens etc. It's a bit dry to explain but it works fantastically well. When you're not dueling, picking corpse pockets and lopping off heads, you travel roads, find warm hearths to rest at, and look at the stars. Every day after doing your travel action, you journal. I found the journaling to be an incredible way to find insight in a character I drew with very little effort.
Here's the Journal of my character "Gang"
| I decided any character I played as I would paint. |
Heads by The Flagellant and The Fool
Playthrough
Gang, a Rogue and Killer.
I met another swordsman on the road. As soon as we locked eyes I knew I was going to kill him. I don't think he knew he was going to die. It was obvious he would try to pierce me. Precisely pointed flickering blade. I left mine sheathed until I could almost smell the stink of his breath. And when I drew it, he fell limp, blood spraying my face. I barely got a look at him. He won't be worth remembering. I take his bloodied bandana and dig through the pockets of his cloak. I take four silver. It's weight has an emptiness in my hand. My stomach tightens, but I take it all the same. Once a Thief always a Thief. I'm going to try and rest a little further into the woods and travel tomorrow.
Walking down the road I couldn't help but think about the past. The family I found who opened their hearts to me. Gentle nights watching the stars and talking about nothing. A joke, an observation. They didn't know not to trust me. I didn't know not to betray them. A few golden coins and jewels to bring them to that city. They all were hung while I was left to wander this world alone. When I bed down for the night, my eyes sting with tears.
I'm a coward. A tired coward. Travel is taking it's toll on me. All I want is peace. The stink of this head is becoming noticeable. I don't know how far I am from that cities walls. I spent everything they I got trying to forget what I'd done. I can't escape it though. I know that now. I'll sleep here tonight. Or maybe I'll just watch the stars.
Enough. I wandered into a Swordsman with wild eyes and a smile that seemed pained. In his white knuckled grip, a sword I knew must have enchanted. Without a word, I drew my sword. I expected to die. I think in his heart he was seeking death, for despite his strength I opened his belly. As he died, the smile on his face softened. He looked almost pleasant in the end. About his neck, I notice a Guilded Gorget. I kept his head to remember that perhaps not all I do with my evil is bad. Though, who can say.
I lose track of my path somehow. The road went alongside a stream, without even realizing it I had followed the sound o fwater instead of my own eyes and when I realized it I was thick in bramble and grass. I decided, as warm a day as it was and as shallow a stream as it was I might as well walk within the water, for no other reason than to cool off. As I stepped towards it, I couldn't help but see my face. Tired, tight. I see why so many on the road are quick to want to draw their steel when they see me. An easy mark or perhaps a sick animal who needs put down. I couldn't help but feel a kinship to the man I killed yesterday. He was ensorcelled by a sword, me by my past.
I continued walking the stream the ext day. In the middle of it, I met a swordsman wielding a strange blade like a spiral with a helmet covered in strange lumps. An eight legged creature clung to his arm and his belt was held up with a star. He looked strong and resolved, so I took the Hawk stance and swung with all my might. I overshot and left myself open. He took advantage and took a bit of my flesh and blood. I am not a strong man, I am not suited for mighty battles. My way is treachery, and so I Feinted with the next strike. And in so doing, I dug my dagger into his belly, slipping it through his scale mail. He gurgled more than gasped. Water spilled from his mouth. When I withdrew my dagger, a fish leapt from the wound. I pick 5 silver off his corpse. Then I watch the star and the eight legged creature dislodge themselves and float down the stream, before removing his head. Thinking about it, I should have died. I really should have. When I looked in my pack, I noticed my Duelist's Bandana was missing.
I sit under the stars tonight. Memories of good times lull me into an easy sleep. I have no nightmares. I awoke refreshed.
A lit flame. A breath of smoke. I imagine myself as a dragon breathing smoke. Every inhale is like the stoking of the hearth in my heart. I'm sure I will feel ill from this tomorrow.
Another night under the stars. Is this the peace I've been seeking? Have I found it in these woods, idling?
I come across a small hut. With payment, the couple it belongs let me in. They treated my kindly, though I don't deserve it. I sidestep every question they ask me. It's best not to be known. In my dreams I am stalked by the reaper. A labyrinth stretching infinitely, it feels like he is closing in though I never see him. Before I wake, I hear the sound of boots on cobblestone getting louder, and louder, and louder.
Another duelist. I lunge and hear the sound of shattering. I could swear his sword broke but when I turn I see him standing in the Hawk stance,. When he swings whatever chip was in his blade rends the thing stardust, as I pierce what I have to assume is his heart. It takes me a bit to remove the glass helmet mounted to his suit. When I finally do I take his head as another reminder of my sins.
This sowrdsman looks strong. Too strong for me to win against. His sword has "1 ton" etched into it's blade, though he doesn't lift it to swing. I feint. He feints, making it clear he had no intention of lfting the blade to do his damage. It was a ruse. But it doesn't pay off. I bury my dagger in his heart, as he sputters his last words through a spray of blood. "At least I won't have to hear their laughter anymore"
AsI wandered down the road, I saw something peculiar. Though, not as peculiar as some of the swordsmen I've fought I suppose. I remember making things like this as a child, though I used snow and not dirt and moss. For the first time in a while I smiled. I laughed. For the first time in a while the tears in my eyes were from joy.
I met my end.
It's worth noting the swordsman that ended up killing me is my friend Erick. I joked that I was hastening Gang to his doom (he clearly was suffering) and told him I would fight him next. The duel ended in mutual destruction which I think is pretty funny.
gang and all his opponents, save for the first one which I forgot to draw
I can't recommend you play it yourself enough. You can find it on his itch.io, or wait until it's available in print again.



















