sbloyd
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 11, 2014 16:27:00 GMT -8
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Aboard the good ship Johnny Appleseed a crew of scout-wannabes is doing some freelance stellar cartography and advance claim staking on the fringes of explored space. Find a good spot, nail down a claim, and you could be rich for life.
Unless something breaks down in your jumpdrive. Then you're fucked.
The Appleseed drops out of jump in a new system, a system enveloped in an opaque, dark nebula. And the drive redlines. It's repairable, yeah, but it's going to take two weeks, minimum, with some EVA and hardsuit work involved.
That's when the sensors start going crazy. There's piles of traffic all over the spectrum, here, and it's not noise. It's transmissions. Nothing we've seen before, captain.
The Vrik are sort of like large (chimp-sized?) insects, extremely capable, highly intelligent, fast-maturing, reproducing like rabbits on crack. They've got every square inch of this system nailed down for resources because... they don't have jump drive.
(Ever read The Mote In God's Eye?)
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sbloyd
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 11, 2014 16:38:30 GMT -8
AFTER RL'YEH
The Investigators awaken, enshrouded in silken coccoons. Tearing themselves free, they find themselves in the Special Collections vault at Miskatonic, gathered around the dessicated corpse of... someone. He's pretty bad off, but it looks like that might have been Ashton Clark, the assistant librarian. The brittle remains of a scroll are clutched in each hand; one, the spell that Clark used to save the Investigators. The other, mad ramblings concerning an artifact "out of time, unfixed in the aeons". The library is coated in dust and cobwebs.
In the year 1939, the stars were right. The Dread Cultists said the Words, and Cthulhu awoke from his slumber. Humanity has been scoured from the Earth, and things roam free in the ruins of our world.
But if the Investigators can find the macguffin in Clark's rambling letter to them, maybe they can send a message back...
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sbloyd
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 11, 2014 16:39:57 GMT -8
I was in a very post-apocalyptic mood at work today. I have like 5-6 more scribbled down that are each different takes on post-apoc game scenarios...
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sbloyd
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 11, 2014 16:53:18 GMT -8
TROTHBROKEN The Northern Hemisphere plunges into the bitterest winter on record, and it doesn't stop. Five years of continuous arctic chill, freezing cold and advancing glaciers. Mankind tried to last out the cold at first, eventually retreating to the Southern Hemisphere... those that didn't freeze to death in the first months. More starved in the coming years. On the Winter Solstice of the fifth year, the Jotun came. Clans of giants ten feet tall, the Frostjotun and Firejotun pushed south out of the Arctic Circle. Ragnarok, it seemed, had come. But Thor, Odin and the gang were nowhere to be seen. But the pledge of the Old Gods to fight the Last Battle was not completely broken. Under the snow and ice, the PCs lie frozen where they died those years ago. Not dead, though... sleeping. And now awoken by the touch of Asgard, to stand anew against the Giants, and perhaps to win the Final Battle. (...trying to do an angle on a Supers game, somewhat inspired by jazzisblues and the Gods Among Us game.)
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The Morgue
Jan 13, 2014 12:46:06 GMT -8
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Post by maxinstuff on Jan 13, 2014 12:46:06 GMT -8
Ok - so I had this idea after someone said they wanted to do a troglodyte campaign. I just can't nut out how it could become a playable game...... So here it is, in ze morgue.
The party are stone age level goblins. DEEP underground. You're village lives down here and lives on mushrooms and rock moss. The only light you've ever seen is the red heat from your own kind's bodies.
You're out gathering shrooms one day and the tunnel you are in caves the fuck in and cuts you off from your tribe. The tunnel you were in was a dead end. Now you're fucked.
But it's the floor of an ancient dungeon that has caved in and the only way back is up over the rubble and into the strange caves that have smooth floors. But you aren't alone in here..... you hear.... footsteps. And with each footstep is the clunk of metal on metal (not that you know what metal is). CLUNK... CLUNK... CLUNK... CLUNK...
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Post by jazzisblues on Jan 13, 2014 17:15:36 GMT -8
TROTHBROKEN The Northern Hemisphere plunges into the bitterest winter on record, and it doesn't stop. Five years of continuous arctic chill, freezing cold and advancing glaciers. Mankind tried to last out the cold at first, eventually retreating to the Southern Hemisphere... those that didn't freeze to death in the first months. More starved in the coming years. On the Winter Solstice of the fifth year, the Jotun came. Clans of giants ten feet tall, the Frostjotun and Firejotun pushed south out of the Arctic Circle. Ragnarok, it seemed, had come. But Thor, Odin and the gang were nowhere to be seen. But the pledge of the Old Gods to fight the Last Battle was not completely broken. Under the snow and ice, the PCs lie frozen where they died those years ago. Not dead, though... sleeping. And now awoken by the touch of Asgard, to stand anew against the Giants, and perhaps to win the Final Battle. (...trying to do an angle on a Supers game, somewhat inspired by jazzisblues and the Gods Among Us game.) Sweet. Sounds like an awesome concept, so when are we playing? JiB
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sbloyd
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 13, 2014 19:33:37 GMT -8
Depending on my schedule, I may try and pull some of these off for Jackercon.
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The Morgue
Jan 13, 2014 19:49:13 GMT -8
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Post by maxinstuff on Jan 13, 2014 19:49:13 GMT -8
Depending on my schedule, I may try and pull some of these off for Jackercon. I was thinking the same for my goblin idea. That is, if I can figure out how to pull it off.
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Post by guitarspider on Jan 14, 2014 15:04:50 GMT -8
Dead Presidents? Dead Philosophers!
When philosophers "die", they go to a secret society, where they help solve the world's problems. Einstein and Tesla? We don't even know their most brilliant works. They're society property. Recently there have been some disturbing events though. Someone stole the society's time machine and framed Hegel (who's always been curious about the end of history), who was duly expelled. Now weird shit is happening.
Hegel knows the culprits must be his former pupil Marx and his detestable sidekick Engels (look at that mustache, LOOK AT IT!). Marx got it all wrong when he interpreted Hegel materialistically after all! Marx must have been so curious about the triumph of communism at end of history, that he couldn't help himself and had a look - which must have greatly disappointed him, because now that the World War is over, Apple PCs are turning up all over Soviet Russia.
Who's going to help a Hegel out though? Kant will. Apple PCs in Soviet Russia clearly violate the categorical imperative. Adorno as well. There can't be true Russia in false Apple PCs. And probably Occam. He always likes to cut things.
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sbloyd
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 14, 2014 15:48:24 GMT -8
League of Extraordinary Philosophers!
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Post by guitarspider on Jan 15, 2014 0:32:27 GMT -8
YEAH! Unfortunately this would be a comedy game where the players need a basic understanding of a number of philosophical ideas just to follow the plot properly. I'm not even sure how many non-Germans know Adorno, not that many Germans actually do beyond the name... or understand the joke reason he gets involved. That's all kind of a big ask. Which is why I put it here.
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Post by oldnemrod on Jan 15, 2014 1:52:40 GMT -8
I've had this idea for running M:tA using FATE:
One of the most powerful mages in the region has been retired and in hiding for decades. When he is finally caught, his enemies put him through the worst hell imaginable. They kill his family and instead of kill him, put him into a coma. From there, they personify his grief and let it slowly eat away at his subconscious until he kills himself through guilt.
The mage's allies recover him but can't seem to wake him. They decide to construct the better parts of him to find out. This is where the characters come in. They wake up in a desert wasteland on the outskirts of a large city. Inside are 5 factions that represent the stages of grief. They must defeat or unite them against the Kingpin.
Once they win, they will have become independent personalities and when the mage wakes up, they materialize from his consciousness.
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Post by oldnemrod on Jan 19, 2014 8:29:20 GMT -8
I watched Virtuosity last night. I doubt that you guys haven't seen it. If not, watch it or IMDB.
So, at the end when 6.7 is destroyed, why not have a game where he isn't. Have him as a NPC advisor in VR like Hannibal Lector. Since he is the amalgamation of so many serial killers, he would be the perfect expert to help people catch him. What you have to do to earn his help is....
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sbloyd
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 19, 2014 17:01:37 GMT -8
The Duchess Okay, I admit that I was halfway through writing this one down before I realised I was cribbing from Firefly, but here goes anyhow... The PCs are a pretty random motley of folks all staying in the lowliest run-down dive of an inn outside the city wall of [INSERT KINGDOM CAPITOL NAME], eating three day old bread and some kind of stew that's better not asked about, when a runner comes in and nails a notice to the commons-board. Greta, the rather homely tavern-wench, ambles over and comments, http://"Oh, how pretty she is!" The notice is a declaration: in three days the King's uncle is to be wed! Portraits of the Regent and his intended grace the handbill, and the player-characters recognise her immediately: the swindling conniving bitch that took them for every penny they had - separately. Each PC was one in a series of swindles and cons, who tracked [Oh, what the hell, I'll call a spade a spade] Saffron to [CITY]. What to do, what to do...
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Post by sbloyd on Jan 19, 2014 17:17:08 GMT -8
SPACE TRUCKERS (Cribbed somewhat from Red Limit Freeway by John DeChancie.) Early in 2017, the Opportunity Rover approaches an unusual stone formation recently unearthed by massive windstorms on Mars, appearing to be a pair of huge stone cylinders. Initial investigations lit up the Internet and the news on Earth - these couldn't be natural, they're perfect cylinders fifty feet high and as far apart! Rolling along, the rover approaches the North Pillar and... all the feeds go dark. Nothing came back. Orbital camera shots from the MAVEN probe showed only bare sand near the Pillars of Mars. That was thirty years ago. After sending a few more rovers, we figured out what those cylinders were: a portal to other worlds. Some worlds were dead-ends, like Mars. Others, like Outback, are interchanges, with numbers of portal gates spaced anywhere from tens to thousands of miles apart, linked by relatively smooth, flat Road. Now, Mankind - and other races met along the Road - cruise the highways of the stars. Keep on truckin'.
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