My physical-world crew played Millennial Apartment Hunters.

My physical-world crew played Millennial Apartment Hunters.

My physical-world crew played Millennial Apartment Hunters. Our first crew was a 39 year old artist(me) and a 22 year-old trust-fund kid with a trendy dog. They met on Craigslist, and had similar needs. They ended up picking a strange collective living experiment with no internal locks and weird crawlspaces between the apartments.

The second game had a mad scientist family. First was Brian, an AI researcher. The second and third were Spousebot 5000, a robot built to care for Brain’s uncanny test tube baby, Sophia They ended up moving into a Frank Lloyd-Wright style house that’s been left alone so long that the shag carpet gained semi-sentience. Its floors were split-level four ways with quarter staircases between each room. The final four floors/rooms were separated by tempered glass, not real walls. How could a mad scientist pass up a house like that?

4 thoughts on “My physical-world crew played Millennial Apartment Hunters.”

  1. How did you find the two games? I’ve run MAH three times now, twice with more normal characters and once with a really wacky bunch. It seemed to me that it really worked best with characters that were more relatable, made the situations feel that much more dire.

  2. How did you find the two games? I’ve run MAH three times now, twice with more normal characters and once with a really wacky bunch. It seemed to me that it really worked best with characters that were more relatable, made the situations feel that much more dire.

  3. It was fun both times, but very different. I wouldn’t want to run with gonzo characters even a third of the time.

    I found that if you have gonzo hunters, you absolutely need to have a straight-laced realtor. Somebody’s got to play the straight man.

  4. It was fun both times, but very different. I wouldn’t want to run with gonzo characters even a third of the time.

    I found that if you have gonzo hunters, you absolutely need to have a straight-laced realtor. Somebody’s got to play the straight man.

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