The #BROSR: There's No Whining In Real D&D

Listening and reading to #BROSR play reports reveals one more thing that I think is a prompt for freakout kneejerking in opposition: #BROSR play laser-focuses on playing the game, on GETTING SHIT DONE.

People who see RPGs as a place to use for industrial-scale narcisistic supply via monopolization of others' time and attention at the table get shut down hard and fast at a #BROSR campaign. The players are adults that value their time, time that they want to spend actually getting shit done by playing the real game, and if some blowhard starts sucking all the air out of the room by grandstanding verbalizations they are (a) Not Playing The Game and (b) wasting everyone else's time.

Therefore, by a laser-focus on the wargaming roots of the medium, you remove such timewasting as a feature and you greatly reduce the avenues for dickery by bad actors. There is no time to whine about Muh Oppresshuns or Muh Boredoms when you have a world to conquer, and there's no authority to appeal to get what you want because it doesn't exist. #BROSR forces players to accept their agency or get ground into dust, with the Referee as Crom the Uncaring; so tie on those sandals and tread upon the thrones of world in search of whatever it is that is your objective. Play the game or make room for those that will.