I had such a good time with Blood Cotillion. Harumphing, snorting, sneering, chiding, hacking, gasping and bollocking. My players had such gleeful fun murdering representatives of the Empire that enslaved or starved their ancestors.

Bird phreaks, spreading auditory control tones from flock to flock, an unstoppable information vector forcing every pay phone within earshot to obey

Humans in survival mode are so much better at everything than humans feeling safe and cozy.

That's why my alarm clock is a slowly descending razor-edged pendulum.

"Sprezzatura" - the Italian art of effortlessness. Also the secret behind many magic illusions - vastly more time and resources than seems plausible.