People like FATE?

People like FATE?

Who knew?

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  1. Alison ZieselSeptember 12, 2013 at 7:18 PM

    You've indulged my facebook shenanigans, so... what is FATE?

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  2. Casey G.September 12, 2013 at 7:21 PM

    An RPG filling my streams right now since it's in a Humble Bundle deal. It doesn't involve rolling d20s, so it's not one I own. The kids seem to like it.

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  3. N. Phillip Cole (NPC)September 12, 2013 at 7:37 PM

    I've had three different people personally recommend it to me, not knowing of my utter loathing of fudge dice.

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  4. Casey G.September 12, 2013 at 7:51 PM

    Yeah, I need numbers on my dice. Fudge dice are right out.

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  5. Jason BeighelSeptember 13, 2013 at 7:11 AM

    Don't they offer the rules for free?  I think I had heard enough about it I wanted to take a look, but never got around to doing so.

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  6. Casey G.September 13, 2013 at 12:56 PM

    I believe there is a Fate SRD, yes.

    Turns out I do have a Fate based RPG. I bought Diaspora because it was the only RPG offered by Barnes & Noble as a Nook Book. Haven't read it.

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