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#RPGaDay2018 Day 8: How can we get more people playing?

I'm not sure I actually care about more people playing. Arguably, we have a problem where we have too many people playing, because it's clear that there are amazing shitlords that actively work to drive away others. I think rather the question is, how do we get good people playing? And the answer is, either explicitly or implicitly, to excise the toxicity currently present to make the gaming space welcoming to new people, especially women and People of Colour. Make gaming *un*welcome to people who are hurtful, either on purpose or on accident. Make it clear that gaming is only welcoming to people who are interested in being collaborative and friendly with others. That bad behaviour will not be tolerated, and bad actors aren't welcome until they get their shit together.

I'm not sure why we want more people playing. Because what I want is the people who want to be playing, playing. And the people who want to be shitlords, not playing.

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