The Worst Roleplaying Game Ever Written?

The Scenario Bad. Very Bad. The most bizarre thing about this was that it started with a three pages of dense A4 text (the "briefing") that the GM was supposed to read to the players telling what happened before the adventure started. This went beyond a brief intro - it described what could have been a complete adventure in itself. We kept on expecting the GM (General Tangent) to stop reading and ask us what we wanted to do, but he just kept on reading (his throat was pretty hoarse by the end). I think at this point I might just as well quote from the email I sent someone at the time: "The scenario started with a three page monologue (about 10 mins worth) which described how our cyborgs were briefed in San Francisco about a bomb or asteroid that had destroyed a base at the South Pole, witnessed an argument between the briefing major and an NPC friend of ours, flew down to South America, crashed in Bolivia, walked to Cape Horn, walked under the Southern Ocean, walked from the Antarctic coast to the South Pole, met up with some other cyborgs there, agreed to work with them, investigated the wreckage and found that it had in fact been a nuclear bomb, walked back under the Southern Ocean to South America and found that there had been an alien invasion, walked through several cities and found the bases there devastated, finally found a base somewhere in Mexico where we we given instructions by some military type to go to somewhere in Southern California where we would find some trucks of essential supplies that we had to escort up to just south of San Francisco where a new base was being set up, went to that place and found the trucks." Then the adventure proper started. I repeat - the above was simply a narrative that the GM had to read. What made it even worse, was that after the poor General T had read the first section where our commanding officer described how we were being sent to Antarctica, we interrupted, reasoning that we ought to do some planning. We then spent about half an hour brainstorming equipment, selecting cold-weather gear, Geiger counters, radios etc. "Can we have a..?" "You can have anything you want." "Can we have a..?" "Yes... Whatever!" It wasn't until he read straight through the whole South Pole thing that we realised why General Tangent had got so ratty and impatient when we were assembling our equipment. The adventure itself was far less interesting than the briefing had been. Basically we had to drive our convoy of trucks up the Pacific Coast Highway. Every so often a "rock" would turn into an alien. We had been told that the aliens didn't know we were coming (presumably it didn't occur to them to just take pictures from orbit) so we had to make sure that we didn't let any aliens get away to raise the alarm. In other words drive along the highway until an alien pops out in front of you. Get out. Blow the fucker away. Get back in trucks and carry on driving. Repeat until bored. We gave up after the third alien.

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