Tja, de spel vars texter imponerat på mig mest är nog:
1. Resekrönikan i Trakorien. Bland det bästa jag läst i fantasyväg, med gott om helt lysande jävla textstycken som t.ex:
Omsider trädde den beryktade "hundslukaren" fram, en bredkäftad orch av blåsfötternas klan. Han påstod sig stamma av Iarlagab Värgätaren och hade i sällskap en liten fläckig byracka som han utan vidare krusiduller stoppade in i sitt bottenlösa gap tills bara baktassarna och svansen syntes.
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Hundslukaren gjorde senare succé i Zaroflas på Paratorna, men kvävdes olyckligt när han sökte utveckla sin konst med större djur. Därav kommer det folkliga ordstävet att "den som gapar efter mycke kan få halsen full av jycke".
2. Baron Munchausen. Hela spelet är briljant skrivet och är värt att köpas bara för texten. Smaka t.ex. på det här:
It has come to my notice that many games of late have been of a deplorably low quality, borrowing ideas from hither and yon, with not a shred of originalty to them (I shall name no names). Therefore I, the renowned Baron Munchausen, have created a new game of the role-playing ilk, based upon the stories of my astonishing travels and surprising adventures, for the enjoyment and edification of noblemen* and their friends.
* Although this game is also suitable for women, children and the better sort of servant, it is not for dullards and uneducated common folk, who will find little here to divert them.
3. Nobilis är välskrivet, och fyllt av underbara små stämningssättare, det här är bara ett stycke av hundratals:
"Once upon a time", he said, "there was a very foolish King, who woke up every morning before the roosters crow."
"Yuck."
"He would tiptoe up to the top of his highest tower, and when the dawn had turned the sky to the right color, he would cry out, 'I command you, sun, to rise!'"
"That does sound pretty foolish."
He nodded. "Yup. But no one wanted to tell the King that. At least, not until he fell in love with a more sensible woman and brought her to the palace to live."
"And she wondered why the bed was empty every morning?"
He nodded again. "And when she found out, she told him just how foolish it was, and that he was probably going to get a cold. No man likes looking foolish in front of his wife, of course, so he immediatly vowed to sleep in the next morning."
"And?" I asked.
"And the sun didn't rise."