My academic background is philosophy, which at this point in my life means pretty much zilch, with one exception. I can point out a pseudo-intellectualized hipsters like my life depended upon it. From their over-tight jeans to their insistence on listening only to music that nobody else has ever heard of, I have a special place in my heart for hipsters. So when I was tasked to write a game for hipsters.... Did I say heart? I meant toilet. I have a special place in my toilet for them. So it should come as no surprise to learn that when I was tasked with writing a  I had a weird mixture of feelings. If there is a way to characterize a combination of giddiness with the sensation of skin crawling, that's pretty much where I was. But being the good worker bee that I am, I said yes and here I am. Skin still crawling, still giddy about ripping these OSR dicks to shreds. So let's begin.

That game already exists. It's called Torchbearer.

Hipsters? What is this, 2004?

Just visit rpg.net and see what's popular and you've got your starting point.

@OP Do you have a question?

@Dumarest - "I'm not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going" was said by Vila, not Avon.

This doesn't seem to be a thread topic, more of a pronouncement. Closed.