It is a hard day in Scotland, a day of working heard and drinking hard. In the spirit of that, our gaming group got together over Discord, had a couple of drinks, and embarked on a sordid tale of accidental murder, quasi-dimensional food, and adventurous sex toys. What follows is a story about what happens when you live too close to one another, and the Fiasco that ensues when you have no idea who your friends are.

Due to the COVID-19 virus that is currently (at the time of this recording) plaguing our world, the PFA team decided to try recording a game entirely over the internet. What resulted is one of our most coherent and streamlined Fiasco games ever! Its 1913 and the Big Apple is a bustle with activity. But when a woman decides to stiff one of the biggest gangsters in town, it sets off a chain of events that result in sex, arson, blackmail, and, of course, the picked head of a murderer in a jar. Join us for PFA’s first ever cyberspace Fiasco!

LA, 1936. The City of Angles is filled to the brim with corruption. The streets run red as murder and sex turn the city inside out. Today, we see a small part of that hideous, gray-scaled time. It’s a sordid tale about confusion, human frailty, and the glass window business. Lets see who REALLY runs LA as the mean streets of Film Noir transform our ability to create a coherent narrative into a Grade A Fiasco!

In the mean streets of London, there is a truly horrid underground full of all sorts of unscrupulous people. These people would probably laugh at us as we try to put together a story about an unsuccessful con, a stalker, and a dude with so many personalities even HE doesn’t know who he is half the time. Sounds like a fiasco to me!

On board the U.S.S. Saddleback, things are not going well. She was supposed to be on a simple operation taking some egghead civilians to an island in the middle of nowhere to do God knows what. When they came back they were being chased by what looked like half the German army! The Sub went deep as the Kriegsmarine showed up not long after. Now, at crush depth and with water trickling in, a new sound reverberates through the sub. Whatever it is, it is nothing compared to the Fiasco brewing on board.