Pizza, love, unity, respect.
I play a humble pizzaiolo-spy who works for The Circus, an enigmatic intelligence agency.
In this world, pizza is a cultural cornerstone that commands serious respect and craftsmanship.
Tonight, its all about cooking pizza dice with different toppings at conveniently placed ovens.
The dice are my only friends in a club full of people with their own private agendas.
Every action involves skill dice and condition dice.
I might end up bolstering my opponent by making them suspicious.
Nailing the right conditions, like Clever or Zoned In, can help me overcome an otherwise formidable foe.
(Overall, the dice stuff is pretty intuitive if youve played enough dicey board/video games.)
Whomst among us hasnt attempted to weasel their way into a place that they shouldnt be?
Even when things went so horribly wrong, there was always the possibility of something going right.
Normally I wouldnt torture myself like this, but Im hooked.
Making money is hard, and every condition is a potential landmine.
Progress is incremental, and energy suddenly becomes much more of an issue than in previous games.
Any debuff roll from my opponent can one-shot me into oblivion.
I lap it all up like a masochist this is clubbing at its most demented.
