Literary.
The history is written in the voice of a chronicler your civilization never knew it had. No stat-ups. No damage numbers. Everything you receive could be excerpted in a nonfiction book.
· Epoch The Game ·
You make a handful of choices. The chronicle keeps what they meant. Years pass. The wheat failed in the marshes; the dam held; the old roads were never paved. Only finding out what you made.
A passage from a chronicle yet to be written
“In the dry year the elders chose poorly — or so it was later said. But the mothers of the lake-people had planted the slow grains in the marshes two seasons before, and when the wheat failed in the uplands, it was the marsh-grain that fed the children. The Kindred survived on the forethought of women the scribe never named, and the year that should have broken us was written down, afterward, as the year we learned to listen.”— An anonymous court scribe of the Second Kindred, Neolithic
It isn't
It is
The history is written in the voice of a chronicler your civilization never knew it had. No stat-ups. No damage numbers. Everything you receive could be excerpted in a nonfiction book.
Your friends each found their own civilizations. You witness each other's across the epochs — trade proverbs, send envoys, watch your worlds bend toward and away from each other. You cannot conquer them.
Ten epochs from the Paleolithic to a future we haven't chosen yet. Some groups cross them in a season. Some take a year. There's no streak to maintain and no clock to beat — only a chronicle that waits for you.
The Epoch Framework
We've published the taxonomy that powers every Epoch parallel card — eight pillars, thirty dimensions, a hundred and twenty-two sub-categories. It's free, citeable, and a good read on its own.
Read the framework →One last passage before you decide
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