Act 1, Scene 1: A rainy Sunday in the local coffee emporium

She sat with her husband, their bones chilled by the incessant rain that beat against the steamy window, sipping coffee, her notebook on the small circular table before her.

"Well, my love, we have here a very promising idea don't you think? A steampunk game with simple rules set against a back drop of grand design and steam-powered obssession."

He nodded, pushing the blonde curls from his rain-speckled spectacles.

Taking a deep breath, she continued "Tell you what, you do the statistics bit and I'll do the writing. You know I'm not overly fond of the numbers".

He smiled and took to discussing all the possible ways they could make the game fast, simple and enjoyable. Then together they wove a fantastical history, mirroring fact but at once removed, crammed with historical figures, high adventure and tea and cake. Lots of tea and cake. You can never have too much tea and cake, especially if you're going to be Victorian.

"Cogs, Cakes and Swordsticks: Cracking Adventures in the Empire of Steam"

Now all I have to do is finish writing it...