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The first adventure really is “PCs versus the mutant roach horde.” Killing them and taking their stuff isn’t as fruitful as with other opponents.
Minotaur stomp should resolve it:devil:?
 
True, and they are nasty. But if 5E and swarms of rats taught me anything, you want some lethal, ranged weapons to whittle down the mutant roach hoards before they are in melee range.
Go with the OG, TSR/OSR answer: flaming oil.
 
Go with the OG, TSR/OSR answer: flaming oil.
Sadly, one drawback to Lowlife 2090 is that all classes come with set starting gear, and not enough cash to buy additional weapons.
 
Got to play A Quiet year today with a newly formed GM support group. Essentially those of us who are forever GMs got together and are doing one shots and things we want to try and not be beholden to our own groups.

anyhow, a quiet year is fun. Pretty intense creatively, almost exhausting. I may be a little under the weather though. You start with a few descriptive elements of your community, by default in a post apocalyptic world and name several resources, one of which you have in abundance. The rest are scarce. Each turn you draw a card that corresponds to an event that you describe (the game asks a question) and you build the world in each season.

Edit: a recap kindly prepared by one of the other players.


A recap of A Quiet Year!

For a long time, we were at war with The Jackals. Now, finally, we’ve driven them off, and we’re left with this: a year of relative peace. One quiet year, with which to build our community up and learn again how to work together. Come Winter, the Frost Shepherds will arrive and we might not survive the encounter. This is when the game will end. But we don’t know about that yet. What we know is that right now, in this moment, there is an opportunity to build something.

Our community lived in a network of caves in the cliff walls of a fjord in the cliffs of a cold taiga. We had an abundance of geothermal heat, which was in giant pipes throughout the caves. Nearby features included a lighthouse, an island, and large pit, 100 feet down, with flowers and an altar at the bottom. Our other resources, pollock, crystals, and trees were scarce.


Throughout the spring, we explored and made new discoveries, finding solutions to our resource scarcities and building new things. We discovered a source of edible fungus to provide food and an aquifer, at some sacrifice of children. Yes, we are into child labor. We also learned new things about the residents. We were organized in five different families, whose matriarchs and patriarchs called the shots. There were residents of many ages, but a child had not been born in 5 years. Infertility appeared to be a side effect of the apocalyptic event. An older resident, Bartholomew Miller, was revealed to be a scientist at least partially responsible for the downfall of society. A visitor to our community, Caroline, inspired us to build an elevator down into the pit. She claimed to be from a neighboring community far to the East.

We fortified our defenses, honored the dead with an offering of a boring machine, exorcised ghosts, gazed upon the stars, were threatened by razor wolves, and built an outpost. Tragedy struck when raiders from the sea, called the Menagerie, came to our community in an ironclad and stole all of our children. No child had been born into the community for five years, and our collective “fuck them kids” was converted into many project to retrieve our stolen children. After our efforts to build a boat were dashed by the failure of an underwater munitions project, all hope seemed lost. We even considered retrieving the engine out of the boring machine we surrendered to the dead, eventually making plans to retrieve it.


We sent a scouting party to the community to the East. They found a crumbling highway and followed it to a town, far less metropolitan than Caroline claimed, called Davenport-Iowa. As our scouting party prepared to return, ships came to the town of Davenport-Iowa containing the children of our community. The dastardly Davenport-Iowa were trafficking in what we now considered an important resource - kids. And Caroline was a plant! The party stole a bus and fuel and returned home with all of the children stolen by Davenport-Iowa, including those from neighboring communities.

We eventually became much more violent and militant. In our efforts to secure the town, harsh curfews were enforced and community members were armed with guns located in a newly discovered army base. This did not prevent violence. Miller was found murdered. Once the scouting party returned with the children, Caroline knew she would be exposed and began evangelizing to the residents that they must return to the pit. She was assassinated, which was traumatic for many of her followers who elected to stay in the pit. The community decided that that contingent was not with us, she was against us, and began a project to dismantle the elevator.


One day, Miller returned to the community, covered in dirt but surprisingly alive. His role in the downfall of society led not only to infertility but to immortality. The mushrooms that were feeding the town were discovered to have medicinal and addictive properties. Much of the town became addicted to the mushrooms, and any work that took people far from the caves could not be done. Miller worked to refine and distill the healing properties of the mushrooms in an attempt to cure infertility. Younger residents who did not want to be subject to experiments or addiction sabotaged the effort, and Miller eventually walked off into the taiga to never be seen again.

The Fall brought turbulent and troubling times. Our community was visited by The Parish, led by a charismatic leader John Rodriguez. The community successfully repelled the Parishes attempts to ingratiate themselves and steal resources, but they found fertile ground in the people left in the pit. They built a compound, later a labor camp, and found a source of food.

We converted the bus to use natural gas, and had a failed attempt to build a death beam. Many of our abundant resources were ruined or made scarce, and many began to starve in the main community. We successfully domesticated mutant walruses for their products, but it was too little too late: the Frost Shepherds arrived and our community did not survive.
 
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Sadly, one drawback to Lowlife 2090 is that all classes come with set starting gear, and not enough cash to buy additional weapons.
...starting to seem like another system setting mismatch. Don't evdn know why that surprised me!
 
...starting to seem like another system setting mismatch. Don't evdn know why that surprised me!
I think in the 80s it might have had the the term “beer and pretzels game” applied to it, as it’s designed to gave you roll up characters and jump
into play, as well as all the scenarios (so far) being designed for one session of play and almost in media res, with the PCs having already accepted the job and at some level of it being underway.
 
I have the second session of "El Paso" play test tonight. It's a spooky western hack of the Between and the players will continue investigating the Lady in White apparition and receive some improbable correspondence from the town of Clear Springs.

These are the characters they created last week:
  • Town Marshal Jacob Flint, organized the Committee of Safety to help El Paso with the disappearances, strange deaths and ghostly sightings associated with the Blood Moon.
  • Nick "the Lightning Kid" Flint, younger brother to the marshal, and local quickdraw celebrity.
  • Dr. Samuel Vazquez, academic studying the Blood Moon phenomenon and trying to find a rational explanation for "the Curse of El Paso."
  • Professor Victor St. John, snake oil salesman looking to make some money and possibly a ghostly contact during the Blood Moon.
  • Mr. Mortimer, the actual Grim Reaper disguised as a traveling teacher in El Paso to root out agents of the Devil.
 
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Got to play A Quiet year today with a newly formed GM support group. Essentially those of us who are forever GMs got together and are doing one shots and things we want to try and not be beholden to our own groups.

That sounds awesome. That’s a game I’d like to try at some point. Also very cool that you have a group of GMs to rotate like that.
 
Yesterday I ran my last session of Solar Blades & Cosmic Spells for the teens. I say 'my' last session instead of saying I wrapped up the campaign, because a couple of weeks ago when I let them know that I would no longer be available on Saturday afternoons after starting my new job, one of them approached me after the session, expressed an interest in running his own SB&CS, and because he really liked the background I came up with, would I be offended if he used that background setting for his own game?

So I gave him my notes (such as they were), and gave him my blessing to use or ignore them as he saw fit. I ended yesterday's session in a way that gave some resolution, but left things open for more shenanigans. After some talk among themselves, they're going to continue with the characters they have instead of rolling up new ones, and the new GM will find an excuse to have his PC retire on the planet they're on instead of continuing on with the others on their ship.

After that, me and the adult group in our Starships & Spacemen game had to solve a murder mystery on a pleasure planet. Me eventually managed to do so, even though all of our PCs got very... distracted along the way.
 
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HEPCATS Episode 45: Wedding Cake Blues
31st October, Cat Year
RLD 19th November, 2021
Present: Ayu, Baron von Braun, Pierre Delecto, Zera

Baron woke up and was filled in by the rest of the team that they’d been in some sort of coma/mental fog/suspended animation type of situation, and now it is Halloween and they are in a dungeon below the ruins of Oz’s castle, where they met Jennifer who wanted to get married, and the team agreed.

The Lamas OJ/dinosaur-bone-golem hybrid creature had used teleportation magic to bring Princess Bluela, GREG, and Kurt Warlock to the dungeon. Since none of the team practice religion, they had asked the Lamas OJ creature and the demon Greg (not their spaceship/husband GREG) to invent a religion under the auspices of which the wedding could happen. Lamas OJ & Greg are still working on it. Ayu thinks that maybe she should get a religion, since that seems like a very human thing to do.

A woman in a power suit (as in business suit, not power armor) appeared with a clipboard and introduced herself as Loretta, the wedding planner. She asked if she was correctly understanding that there are already six people who are all married to each other, and this wedding will involve them getting married to a new bride, Jennifer. The party confirmed Loretta’s understanding, who asked if they would need seven different family sections.

The party said no, everyone could be smooshed together. In fact, none of them were planning on inviting anyone to the wedding, anyway. Jennifer wanted guests, though, so Zera made a rapid flight through the dungeon and found 64 dungeon denizens to invite. Jennifer hand wrote invitations in beautiful calligraphy, and Zera once again flew through the dungeon to deliver them, but, being dumb as a brick, delivered the invitations to a different 64 dungeon denizens.

Sindri left the body she had been occupying and entered the dead black bear cub Zera had been carrying around instead. Although Zera asks nearly everyone she meets if they want to get married, she will never ask Sindri, because “their connection is too special.”

A dimensional portal opened in the ceiling, and another in the floor. A guy who, despite being dressed in a ninja outfit, had a complete disregard for stealth, fell through the top portal and into the bottom portal, while twirling laser swords and yelling, “Holler at that butt!” [This was a cameo appearance by a PC from a previous campaign].

Since Ayu had recently reprogrammed herself to be more adventurous, she immediately jumped in the lower portal. Pierre, Zera, Baron, Baron’s followers, Princess Bluela, and Jennifer followed. As they were falling, the team got surrounded by a spiral swarm of spit-birds. Kit tried to shoot one with a harpoon, but accidentally shot it backwards and died. Ayu managed to improvise a spiral fire that killed the spit-birds

Eventually the team landed, with their fall being broken by an enormous three-layer wedding cake. The cake was in a large bakery being run by goblins. Gojo, the New Yorker goblin baker, got very upset that the big cake was ruined.

As the team made their way out of the cake, Pierre commented that it’s normally a stripper coming out of the cake. The goblins heard this and decided that it was urgent they get a male stripper for Jennifer’s bachelorette party. A scuffle broke out amongst the goblins because the majority of them wanted to hire Assman, but others wanted Dick Biscuit and others wanted Fuckbucket Jones.

While the goblins argued, Princess Bluela caught the team up on what’s been going on during the six months they’ve been missing. There have been several invasions of headquarters, the organization lost its head of HR, and Princess Bluela is now the acting head of HR. She doesn’t trust Master Sergeant Masterson, so she relieved him of his duties as head of security & put him on the janitorial staff instead. She refrained from mentioning whether the invasions happened before or after she replaced the head of security…

The organization has lost multiple teams and Princess Bluela was able to get the team promoted to Team Seven.

“Nepotism at its finest,” remarked Pierre.

Also, Secretary Trudeau, the head of the entire HEPCATS organization, has gone missing, so Agent Z is Acting Secretary.

Princess Bluela was a bit miffed that none of her spouses remembered why she doesn’t trust MSgt. Masterson, which she had told them a while back:

“He doesn’t like butts! That’s not normal!”

In her new role as head of HR, Princess Bluela made a spreadsheet of every HEPCATS agent, their team number, the type of butt they have, and the top three types of butts they like. Pierre said that sounded like something that should be reported to HR.

“I am HR!” replied the princess.

She further imparted the wisdom that, looking at the whole organization, the most well-liked type of butt was “lean, muscular, male butt,” the second-most well-liked type of butt was “robot butt,” and the third-most well-liked type was “female butt so big that it’s out of proportion with the rest of her body.”

Pierre, being a proud Miami native, made sure the rest of the team knew that this third type of butt is “Miami butt.”

Also, Princess Bluela had been able to get in touch with The Council of the Blues on Planet Kelsey, and they determined that, while Princess Bluela is Heir Apparent to the Kingdom of the Blues, her five spouses are all just below her and allowed to use the title Prince or Princess for themselves. Pierre says that it will be more difficult to get people to vote for him when he’s “Prince Pierre Delecto.” God pointed out that Pierre doesn’t have to mention his title when he runs for office, especially considering that he’s a prince on a different planet.

The goblins settled their dispute, and one grabbed the red Emergency Stripper Phone, and said “Need Assman, stat!”

Shortly thereafter, a horse drawn carriage with license plates that said “Assman” arrived. The goblins were very excited and started chanting “Assman! Assman! Assman!”

A master of ceremonies appeared from somewhere and announced, “The legendary Larry Lieberman, the Assman of Gygakistan!”

Assman stepped out of his carriage. He was mostly covered with a silk robe, but the little bit of his body that was visible confirmed that he was very attractive, if a bit on the older side.

“And then probably something bad happened, but we’ll leave off there.”

XP: +5
 
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It's a slow afternoon at work, so I did a deep dive into funny cat pictures to see how much PbP roleplaying I could do with a Tabaxi character using nothing but images. Rather a lot, as it turns out.
 
A cool but unexpected find, also from this afternoon, is a site (app) called Wombo Dream that produces fantasy art using an AI, based on a short description and a choice of styles. So, for example, I type Color Out of Space and select the dark fantasy style, and I get the following:

Color_Out_of_Space_TradingCard.jpg


Some of the results are pretty disturbing. I'm not sure what to actually do with this site, but I'm gonna use it for something...
 
I've decided to cut back on my Always Online persona so I can focus more on my projects. Cross your fingers.

I've commissioned my usual artist for a character study of my "space elves" for my DOOM plus Star Wars plus "D&D in Space" space opera. Told her that her visual referents were Deedlit and other anime/Warcraft elves, Cereans and Duros/Neimoidians from SW, Coneheads and Paul And I told her to make them sexy as hell, because you know what they say about elf chicks whose ears are wider than their shoulders...

This has led me to realize that the existence of "space elves" on the first place is a Universal Translator issue. Of course, nobody is speaking English this far into the future, and of course the space elves don't call themselves "space elves"... it's just that what they do call themselves in their own language translates into any human language (Martian, Jovian, etc) into words that would translate into English as "elf".

This raises questions I do not intend ever to answer, but also solves my problem of how to create/name my galaxy full of weird aliens.

No orcs, I don't think, but plenty of gremlins and sasquatches and ogres and trolls. Finding analogues for some of the weirder shit might prove difficult, but then... I own a lot of fantasy bestiaries and I know how to use Wikipedia.
 
This has led me to realize that the existence of "space elves" on the first place is a Universal Translator issue. Of course, nobody is speaking English this far into the future, and of course the space elves don't call themselves "space elves"... it's just that what they do call themselves in their own language translates into any human language (Martian, Jovian, etc) into words that would translate into English as "elf".

This raises questions I do not intend ever to answer, but also solves my problem of how to create/name my galaxy full of weird aliens.

No orcs, I don't think, but plenty of gremlins and sasquatches and ogres and trolls. Finding analogues for some of the weirder shit might prove difficult, but then... I own a lot of fantasy bestiaries and I know how to use Wikipedia.
You do realize that humans being humans if it looks like elf from folklore or fantasy, heck if it has pointy ears at all, they'll call it an elf. Now they could call themselves the Xtlitl, but humans will point and say elf. (Except for scientists who'll probably give it a latine--sque species identifier inspired by fantasy...or poetry)
 
You do realize that humans being humans if it looks like elf from folklore or fantasy, heck if it has pointy ears at all, they'll call it an elf. Now they could call themselves the Xtlitl, but humans will point and say elf. (Except for scientists who'll probably give it a latine--sque species identifier inspired by fantasy...or poetry)
Doesn't explain why everyone else calls them elfs.
 
We're basically the newcomers to galactic society and... we don't have that kind of cultural cachet. Imagine if Star Wars continued after Return of the Jedi but it was just the Ewoks burning planet after planet in stolen Imperial ships while the Twi'leks and the Wookkiees and the Mon Cals just trailed in their murderous wake, taking their revenge on anyone we forgot to double-tap.

Y'know, half a millennium ago, and now the galaxy's got an ugly, tense peace between the Imperial Remnant that doesn't want to poke the human bear again, and the Rebel Alliance that loves the human bear but doesn't quite trust them not to eat their families next time.

This is a setting where the only people who use the word "human" are humans themselves or members of allied species who have a bit of a human fetish. Proper, respectable aliens use polite euphemisms for the human race and our former homeworld... if they can't avoid speaking of us entirely.
 
HEPCATS Episode 45: Wedding Cake Blues
31st October, Cat Year
RLD 19th November, 2021
Present: Ayu, Baron von Braun, Pierre Delecto, Zera

Baron woke up and was filled in by the rest of the team that they’d been in some sort of coma/mental fog/suspended animation type of situation, and now it is Halloween and they are in a dungeon below the ruins of Oz’s castle, where they met Jennifer who wanted to get married, and the team agreed.

The Lamas OJ/dinosaur-bone-golem hybrid creature had used teleportation magic to bring Princess Bluela, GREG, and Kurt Warlock to the dungeon. Since none of the team practice religion, they had asked the Lamas OJ creature and the demon Greg (not their spaceship/husband GREG) to invent a religion under the auspices of which the wedding could happen. Lamas OJ & Greg are still working on it. Ayu thinks that maybe she should get a religion, since that seems like a very human thing to do.

A woman in a power suit (as in business suit, not power armor) appeared with a clipboard and introduced herself as Loretta, the wedding planner. She asked if she was correctly understanding that there are already six people who are all married to each other, and this wedding will involve them getting married to a new bride, Jennifer. The party confirmed Loretta’s understanding, who asked if they would need seven different family sections.

The party said no, everyone could be smooshed together. In fact, none of them were planning on inviting anyone to the wedding, anyway. Jennifer wanted guests, though, so Zera made a rapid flight through the dungeon and found 64 dungeon denizens to invite. Jennifer hand wrote invitations in beautiful calligraphy, and Zera once again flew through the dungeon to deliver them, but, being dumb as a brick, delivered the invitations to a different 64 dungeon denizens.

Sindri left the body she had been occupying and entered the dead black bear cub Zera had been carrying around instead. Although Zera asks nearly everyone she meets if they want to get married, she will never ask Sindri, because “their connection is too special.”

A dimensional portal opened in the ceiling, and another in the floor. A guy who, despite being dressed in a ninja outfit, had a complete disregard for stealth, fell through the top portal and into the bottom portal, while twirling laser swords and yelling, “Holler at that butt!” [This was a cameo appearance by a PC from a previous campaign].

Since Ayu had recently reprogrammed herself to be more adventurous, she immediately jumped in the lower portal. Pierre, Zera, Baron, Baron’s followers, Princess Bluela, and Jennifer followed. As they were falling, the team got surrounded by a spiral swarm of spit-birds. Kit tried to shoot one with a harpoon, but accidentally shot it backwards and died. Ayu managed to improvise a spiral fire that killed the spit-birds

Eventually the team landed, with their fall being broken by an enormous three-layer wedding cake. The cake was in a large bakery being run by goblins. Gojo, the New Yorker goblin baker, got very upset that the big cake was ruined.

As the team made their way out of the cake, Pierre commented that it’s normally a stripper coming out of the cake. The goblins heard this and decided that it was urgent they get a male stripper for Jennifer’s bachelorette party. A scuffle broke out amongst the goblins because the majority of them wanted to hire Assman, but others wanted Dick Biscuit and others wanted Fuckbucket Jones.

While the goblins argued, Princess Bluela caught the team up on what’s been going on during the six months they’ve been missing. There have been several invasions of headquarters, the organization lost its head of HR, and Princess Bluela is now the acting head of HR. She doesn’t trust Master Sergeant Masterson, so she relieved him of his duties as head of security & put him on the janitorial staff instead. She refrained from mentioning whether the invasions happened before or after she replaced the head of security…

The organization has lost multiple teams and Princess Bluela was able to get the team promoted to Team Seven.

“Nepotism at its finest,” remarked Pierre.

Also, Secretary Trudeau, the head of the entire HEPCATS organization, has gone missing, so Agent Z is Acting Secretary.

Princess Bluela was a bit miffed that none of her spouses remembered why she doesn’t trust MSgt. Masterson, which she had told them a while back:

“He doesn’t like butts! That’s not normal!”

In her new role as head of HR, Princess Bluela made a spreadsheet of every HEPCATS agent, their team number, the type of butt they have, and the top three types of butts they like. Pierre said that sounded like something that should be reported to HR.

“I am HR!” replied the princess.

She further imparted the wisdom that, looking at the whole organization, the most well-liked type of butt was “lean, muscular, male butt,” the second-most well-liked type of butt was “robot butt,” and the third-most well-liked type was “female butt so big that it’s out of proportion with the rest of her body.”

Pierre, being a proud Miami native, made sure the rest of the team knew that this third type of butt is “Miami butt.”

Also, Princess Bluela had been able to get in touch with The Council of the Blues on Planet Kelsey, and they determined that, while Princess Bluela is Heir Apparent to the Kingdom of the Blues, her five spouses are all just below her and allowed to use the title Prince or Princess for themselves. Pierre says that it will be more difficult to get people to vote for him when he’s “Prince Pierre Delecto.” God pointed out that Pierre doesn’t have to mention his title when he runs for office, especially considering that he’s a prince on a different planet.

The goblins settled their dispute, and one grabbed the red Emergency Stripper Phone, and said “Need Assman, stat!”

Shortly thereafter, a horse drawn carriage with license plates that said “Assman” arrived. The goblins were very excited and started chanting “Assman! Assman! Assman!”

A master of ceremonies appeared from somewhere and announced, “The legendary Larry Lieberman, the Assman of Gygakistan!”

Assman stepped out of his carriage. He was mostly covered with a silk robe, but the little bit of his body that was visible confirmed that he was very attractive, if a bit on the older side.

“And then probably something bad happened, but we’ll leave off there.”

XP: +5

Forgot to mention, this episode was 100% improvised. I didn't plan a damn thing. :smile:
 
Multiple books published? Aren't you an industrious fellow. I'm so lazy with my writing it hurts. :grin:
I've not written in so long. Turned out I needed a month stuck in a boatyard in sunny Spain.

If ever you need an critical friendly eye...
 
New here. And running two games after a long hiatus. And released a new book. Working on two more. It's going to be a long winter so I intend to make the most of it.

What games are you running?
 
What games are you running?

A Twilight 2000 Christmas One Shot (which you can steal here)
Modiphius' Dune (where the players have just landed on the slaver world of Emor, to rescue the son of their Marquesa. Little do they know it's all a plot by their enemy House Dawalid to capture more of the family)
 
I've not written in so long. Turned out I needed a month stuck in a boatyard in sunny Spain.

If ever you need an critical friendly eye...
Yeah, sometimes that's what it takes. Despite my comment above, I actually managed to get a whole ruleset done this summer while I was on vacation with my family. That's more concentrated writing than I've done in ages though.
 
Yeah, sometimes that's what it takes. Despite my comment above, I actually managed to get a whole ruleset done this summer while I was on vacation with my family. That's more concentrated writing than I've done in ages though.
I'm a firm believer in Maslows Hierarchy. If you've got your people around you, everyone is safe and the food/drink is good, creativity is sure to follow.
 
Pathfinder session 0. Mostly character creation and a start We’re doing extinction circus with all goblins. We have
  • carnival barker unbreakable goblin bard, with a person who does the voice and has goblin song
  • Tall tale charred goblin sorcerer, who will become a fireworks engineer at level 2
  • Farmhand unbreakable goblin champion, who is the strongman, sporting the obligatory mustache
  • Animal trainer razor toothed goblin ranger, with a fiery leopard we are calling a lion
  • Sun wukong styled aerialist tailed goblin monk, the local acrobat on the run from someone who burned down his temple (my character)
We have one more coming, which may be an Oracle. Starter combat was a little bar fight I mostly got beat up, but we definitely started out the theme extra silly. Magic weapon was cast on the lion tamer’s teeth. It manifested as a shiny gold grill that said his name (Leonidas, obviously). The tone that we are going for is not serious at all.

GM said no guns because of his personal views of fantasy, but otherwise pretty stock pf2e
 
I ran Zaibatsu last night. It was fun.
One of the PCs is a kuruma (driver) so had personal "armoured car". The PCs and NPCs from the team named her with a nice feminine name and swore their undying love to it.
So what do you say to a teammate who had her face smashed by a rifle's butt and goes to the car:tongue:? "Hope you're feeling better?"
Keep on dreaming. As it turns out, it's "Are you really going to bleed over Midori?!?"

Also, I have PCs that take prisoners. But them being a megacorp's deniable assets leads to their boss asking "why did you even bother"...and one of their teammates is the bad kind of murderhobo:shade:!
 
Finished playing in a medieval homebrew for Cryptworld. The PCs were monks and nuns dedicated to monster hunting, "The Name of the Rose meets Dracula" sort of thing. Lots of fun.

And I think I figured out the trick to using voice on Roll20: Don't ever unplug your headset or leave the game!
 
I had a busy busy busy weekend. Released my ERIS Modern rulebook (ERIS is the system from The 23rd Letter so this is the bits without the psychic rules and background). And also a PDF copy of ZOMBI (which was last printed 20 years ago!)



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