I believe the rules of roleplaying games are excuses by grown-ups.

They're things we tell each other, and ourselves, to get permission to play pretend.

But you've always been allowed.

So, imagine mermaids.

Inspirations

Inspired by distant happy memories, and this poem, its minimalism, escapism, and mixing of land and sea:

Oread

by H.D.

Whirl up, sea—

whirl your pointed pines,

splash your great pines

on our rocks,

hurl your green over us,

cover us with your pools of fir.