What about... making things better

Three business-card sized TTRPGs, that can be played together or alone. They are expressly made to be gifted, or to be left in, on and around libraries, cafés, cars, park benches, boots, books, store shelves, buses, grocery bags, locker rooms, and playgrounds. I'm sorry to say that they are hard to play; but the rules are simple at least.

Print on coloured paper if you have it, but any is fine.

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Below is a rant. I want to be positive, but sometimes this has to get out.

I am done feeling guilty about the state of things. I do what I can. I protect the environment. I vote progressive. I put myself in other people's shoes. The not even logical fallacy, but rhetorical trap, of the arbitrary compromise, "to see things from their perspective", I have done. And I have gone as far as I could towards the people who scream. Towards you.

I have made every effort to live together. I have come to meet you. I have tried to understand. Tried to understand why you are so afraid of everything. Why you hate everything. And everyone. People who don't look like you and don't want to. People who love differently. Who eat differently. Who don't feel temperature like you. Everything, everything different is bad to you.

I get that you're stressed, I get that you lack, I get that you are insecure. But I will not ever get, and I will not ever come your way, in destroying the future, just so that your get your pouting, childish demands. I will not be afraid. I will not hate. I will not other. That person you tell me is "weird" because they do not want to have a manly handshake, can do whatever they want with their handshakes. That other person who stopped eating meat is not a bad guy. And that person who immigrated is a better citizen than you, knows more about the law and their duties than you.

And whenever you are told why something should not scare you, you decline. Whenever you are told that numbers aren't bad, you stop listening. Whenever people tell you that this world you want, where you are safe and okay, is already here and you just don't want to see it, you dig in your heels, scream, insult, threaten, and lie. It's like you want to be miserable. Sure, you have a right to your opinion, but:

Facts.

Trump.

Opinions.

Instead, you always use the biggest gun you have: Somebody doesn't like your opinion, you claim you live in tyranny. You don't get applause for your art, you say you are suppressed. Someone gets a promotion who looks/believes/eats/dresses differently than you, they're in a conspiracy to rule the planet.
You claim there's a mainstream left. So mainstream is, to live in peace, and not saw off the branch you sit on? How is that shocking? Why would I not want that to be normal? Why don't you? Do you truly think you are going to win, in that anarchy you desire? You won't — nobody will. But those without friends, beacuse they hate on everybody, surely will not. And that is you. So think.