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PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?

The Endsong posted:

Tremble at the Footsteps-
Fear the Long Shadows-
For a Destroyer is upon You-
And all you know is Gone.

Apocalypse World: Beneath the Feet of Giants


Some say they fell from the sky. Some say they were raised up by the hate-states of old. Most say they don’t give a gently caress, a Destroyer will kill you just as dead no matter what it came from.

They ground the Before into dust beneath their feet, and now those of us that had the misfortune of surviving must make sure we don’t draw their attention as they patrol the wreckage.

What will you do?

+++++++++
-This will be a PbP AW2e game.
-Basic and extended playbooks are welcome.
-I’m looking for 4-5 players
-I’ve set up a Discord server for folks to hang out and/or ask questions: Here Be Giants
-Don't be creepy. If you’re worried about something let me know and we’ll work it out.
-Recruitment will be open until Dec 1st-ish.

For your Apps:
-Character art is cool
-Tell me how close you've gotten to a Destroyer
-Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe

Current Apps
Mistral the Battle-babe by Tricky (Answered)
Scarlet the Battle-babe by Heliotrope (Answered)
Corvi the Bone-picker (Faceless) by SHY NUDIST GRRL (Answered)
Armstrong the News by Antivehicular (Answered)
Specialist: Lombardi, Maria M. the Quarantine by Captain Foo (Answered)
Zane the Shepard (HardHolder) by Mr. Prokosch (Answered)
Gila the Brainer by Sax Battler (Answered)
Bahari the Chopper by Mykkel (Answered)
SKADI the Landfall Marine by Comrade Gorbash (Answered)
Zero the Gunlugger by Roland Jones (Answered)
Skik the Child-Thing by quiggy (Answered)
Wei the Angel by COOL CORN
(Answered)
Melody the Skinner by Tardzilla (Answered)

PoultryGeist fucked around with this message at Dec 1, 2017 around 16:04

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Tricky
Jun 12, 2007

after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage




Mistral, The Battlebabe

In a world like this, it just doesn't make sense to put down roots. Seems like it does, I know, and hell... I've tried it. All I have to show for it is a hole in my heart and a need that can't be met. But, poo poo, we've just met. I'll save that heavy poo poo for later. They call me Mistral. I'll be a gun for hire if the price is right, but I've got a code. No kids, no civs, none of that slave poo poo, and you better drat well pay. If you don't...? Heh. Let's just say it wasn't just the Destroyers that did in One-Eye Jack and his mountain fortress — I saw Squidface and Scorp in the flarelight for sure, might've been more. Ol' One-Eye was well on his way to being No-Eyes by then or you could have asked him.

For all the place deserved to burn, though, it's some poo poo watching it happen again. Hell, I'm starting to think I'm bad luck. Cursed or something. I mean, poo poo, how many settlements are gonna get stormed by Destroyers while I'm around? 'Course, neither time was enough to take me down. I guess someone's gotta be using all the luck. Might as well be me. I'm going to need it if I find what I'm looking for.

I'm in town to rearm, recharge, and maybe catch a few leads. Been on the trail of the big one for a while now. Yeah, you know the one. Fafnir. Most of the Destroyers are bad news. Nobody's going to argue that. But that motherfucker? It's like the Destroyer of Destroyers. I've seen some of the corpses it's left behind. Razorback got drat near ripped in half. It's a week or so south-east if you want to check. I wouldn't recommend it. A bunch of goddamn crazies started to hollow it out and set up shop. They seem nice enough at first, all hospitable and poo poo, but they're all hosed up in the brains. I settled in for a night sleep when I was passing through and they all tried to put me in the pot.

gently caress. That.

I'm not much for a stand-up fight, so I grabbed my stuff and got while the getting was good. Saw a bunch of bones while I was booking it, though, so I'm guessing that's part of their usual racket. I wonder if being all up in a dead Destroyer hosed 'em up like that. Maybe. Maybe not. It's a hosed up world, I wouldn't put it past them just being a bunch of murderous cannibal freaks.

...Why am I looking for Fafnir? Isn't it obvious? It took everything from me. I'm going to make drat well sure that it doesn't get away with that for free. Maybe I can't kill it. Maybe I can't even catch it. But if I do find it? I'm going to take Marin, shove it in one of those goddamn crimson eyes, and give it something to remember me by.

quote:

Tell me how close you’ve gotten to a Destroyer.

Dead or alive? Serious question. Like I said, I stayed the night in Razorback's corpse. Smelled worse than it looked and... it looked pretty bad. But I'm guessing that's not what you're after. You want to know if I've seen one of them stomping around. Yeah. I have. I saw Fafnir. Looked it straight in the eye as it stomped its way through The Breach and burned it to the ground with some sort of blue flame. Haven't heard of it? Don't worry about it. It was a long, long way away. Place has been gone for a long time, too.

Past that I've tried to keep my distance. No use tangling with 'em, big as they are, and I get the weirdest feeling when they're around. The worst headache you've ever had, maybe.

quote:

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe.

Well, there was The Breach. That's gone now. My family, that's gone too. All I've got left are my guns. I love 'em, they do some fine work, and in a hosed up world like this... it just makes sense to keep your weapons close. Never know when cannibals are going to try to eat you in your sleep or some punkass warlord figures it'd be cheaper to ice you than settle what he owes. If you ask me, here's the best advice I can give you: Shoot fast, shoot straight, and for the love of god shoot 'em before they know you're there.

The Battlebabe posted:

Name: Mistral
Look: Woman, Casual Wear, Smooth Face, Frosty Eyes, Gorgeous Body

Stats:
Cool +3
Hard +0
Hot +1
Sharp +1
Weird -1

Moves:
Ice cold: When you go aggro on an NPC, roll+cool instead of roll+hard. When you go aggro on another player’s character, roll+Hx instead of roll+hard.

Perfect instincts: When you’ve read a charged situation and you’re acting on the MC’s answers, take +2 instead of +1.

Gear:
Cers (Semiautomatic 3-Round Burst Pistol || 3-harm Close Loud)
Marin (Hi-Powered AP Shotgun || 3-Harm Close/Far AP Reload Loud Messy)
Oddments worth 4-barter
Ballistic Weave Jacket (1-armor)
Motorcycle (Speed+1, Handling=0, 0-Armor, 0-Massive; Fast, Muscular, Loud)

Battlebabe Special:
If you and another character have sex, nullify the other character’s sex move. Whatever it is, it just doesn’t happen.

Tricky fucked around with this message at Nov 26, 2017 around 18:24

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
FIVE PACES THICK AND
TWICE AS TALL


Deffo interested

Sax Battler
Jul 31, 2007

Another bloody customs post,
Another fucking foreign coast,
Another set of scars to boast,
We Are The Road Crew.


Maybe very probably.

Mykkel
Oct 8, 2012


Interested.

Heliotrope
Aug 17, 2007

Oh, don't worry, don't worry!

It's not my blood.



Scarlet, the Battlebabe

It's dangerous out there. Oh yes, the Destroyers are out there just waiting but so are humans. People don't just choose to live where Destroyers could come by on choice. And if they do, it's even worse. But it's not like the land outside of civilization is useless. Still lots of valuable things out there. You need someone who can go there, deal with anything or anyone there, take what they came for, and get back.

That's me.

quote:


Look: Woman, casual wear, striking face, calculating eyes, slim body

Stats

Cool+3 Hard=0 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-1

Moves

Merciless: when you inflict harm, inflict +1harm.

Perfect instincts: when you’ve read a charged situation and you’re acting on the MC’s answers, take +2 instead of +1.

Gear:

Rifle (ap ammo and scoped), (4-harm ap far reload loud)

Handgun (semiautomatic and silenced) (3-harm close)

Armor worth 2-armor

Oddments worth 4 barter

HX

Everyone introduces their characters by name, look and outlook. Take your turn.

List the other characters’ names.

Go around again for Hx. On your turn, ask the other players which of their characters you can trust.
• For the characters you can trust, write Hx-1.
• For the characters you can’t trust, write Hx+3.

You are indifferent to what is safe, and drawn to what is not.

BATTLEBABE SPECIAL
If you and another character have sex, nullify the other character’s sex move. Whatever it is, it just doesn’t happen.


quote:

Tell me how close you’ve gotten to a Destroyer

I killed one. To be fair, a baby. There are Destroyers that leave their children to fend for themselves, and some lunatics found an egg. As far as I can tell they managed to raise it to be somewhat obedient to them. They were using it to terrorize the area nearby and I was sent to find out what was going on. It took a lot of time, bullets, and blood - but eventually I managed to bring it down. Took out the idiots leading it around, or at least enough of them to matter. Can't imagine the kind of people who would do this...or the kind that would be able to.

quote:

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe

My father, Absinthe. My mother didn't make it when our original home came under attack by a Destroyer. He and I moved on, and he taught me much of what I know today. He's getting older though, and now stays at our home instead of going out with me. He provided for me, now I provide for him.

Heliotrope fucked around with this message at Nov 25, 2017 around 03:56

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
FIVE PACES THICK AND
TWICE AS TALL


The Discord invite doesn't seem to be working correctly for me.

PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?

Comrade Gorbash posted:

The Discord invite doesn't seem to be working correctly for me.

Odd, was supposed to be permanent, but computers confuse me. I made a new link here: Here Be Giants

Captain Foo
May 11, 2004

devil on your shoulder





Clever Betty

hi

Platonicsolid
Nov 17, 2008



For real AW? I'm down, likely Battlebabe or Savvyhead.

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.


Interested in a faceless

Captain Foo
May 11, 2004

devil on your shoulder





Clever Betty

Thinking savvy

Tardzilla
Aug 31, 2006



Thinking of making a Skinner.

Basic Chunnel
Sep 21, 2010

Jesus! Jesus Christ! Say his name! Jesus! Jesus! Come down now!



I want to be a driver

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.



Corvi, The Bone Picker

People say the world is destroyed. In hushed voices, they don't want to admit it. But they believe it.
The world is broken, perhaps. Depends on if you think humans should be the top of the food chain.
Some try to correct that. Titan was one. He was a god among men. The human Destroyer. Certainly had the stature for the title.
Could take on an army alone so they said. And had an army following him. I was one of the hanger ons. Back before I understood.
But a Destroyer is not an army. It is much more as a person is to an army of ants.
The smart ones scattered. One person usually isn't worth the effort for a Destroyer. But if you're bunched up too much...
The clever, like me, simply hid. Though Titan did not appreciate the clever. Only the brave or loyal.
The carnage I saw when I finally dared to lift my head from my hole... it was a feast for crows.
It was a feast.

Now I understand my place in the new chain. And I thrive. I pick the bones of the world clean in the shadow of its new gods.

I close my eyes and seize it
I clench my fists and beat it
I light my torch and burn it
I am the beast I worship!



I feast! I rule! I am the queen of this graveyard. The walking dead still cling to life. Cling to pain. I rise above them. In my roost I am beyond reproach. I built it upon stilts so that I may see prey and predator from far. A proper nest of bones, to ward off the squeamish not worth my time. There is nowhere I sleep more soundly. It is a throne to laugh and grow fat on, fit for this world.

quote:

Corvi
The Faceless

Cool=0 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp-1 Weird+1

Rasputin: shot, stabbed, and poisoned, you just keep coming. When you are being scary as gently caress and coming at someone, you get +1armor. You still get shot and stabbed, bleeding just doesn’t bother you that much anymore

Pit bull: whenever your life becomes untenable, name the person you hold most responsible. Take +1 ongoing to all rolls versus them, forever. (All rolls with them directly as a target count, of course. Rolls against their family and friends, minions, or property may count, in the MC’s judgment. MCs, remember your job is to make Apocalypse World seem real and keep the characters’ lives interesting, not deny the PCs bonuses.)

Oh yeah! roll+hard to smash your way through scenery to get to or away from something. On a 10+, the scenery is moved or smashed and you get what you want. On a 7–9 you get what you want and smash or move the scenery, but you take 1-harm (ap), and are disoriented and under fire in follow-up actions, leave something behind, or take something with you. Think smashing through walls or pushing through burned out husks of cars. On a miss, your foot gets pinned under something mid-smash.

Stained Gas Mask
The Unexpected: when someone sees you unmasked for the first time, they take s-harm,
in addition to anything else that happens.
Unmasked, you are:
Afraid. You take -1 ongoing until you cover your face again.
Vulnerable. Whenever you suffer harm, you suffer +1harm

Machete (3-harm hand messy)
Hoodie over steel plates 2 - armor
2 barter

Everyone introduces their characters by name, look and outlook. Take your turn.
List the other characters’ names.
Go around again for Hx. On your turn, ask
1, 2, or all 3:
• Which one of you once helped me do something terrible?
For that character, write Hx+3.
• Which one of you was once kind and
unafraid toward me?
For that character, write Hx+2.
• Which one of you do I think is pretty?
For that character, write Hx+1.
For everyone else, write Hx=0.

If you and another character have sex, hold 1. If they
get into poo poo, either you or they can spend your hold
and you are there

Antivehicular
Dec 30, 2011

I won a rosette in the Thunderdome



(image source)
Armstrong, the News

My old man told me about cities. He used to say that the place he was born was bigger than any hardhold we ever saw -- thousands upon thousands of people -- all out in public, in the streets, talking to each other all the time through phones and the radio and God knows what else. 'Course, that many people in one place out in the open was irresistible to the Destroyers, and all those cities ended in one big scream. Now we're the way we are, all scattered and confused. The old man used to say that that's the worst thing the Destroyers took from us: the knowledge of each other, the communication. That's why I need to do my part to bring it back.

We found this place by accident. Before we found it, we were scavengers: me, my old man, and my sister Goldie. We found this bunker in the swamp, and of course we figured there'd be something decent inside, right? What we found was the equipment. The records. A safe enough place to rest, if you bundled up. My old man's old man was a radio man, and he'd learned enough to show me how the equipment worked. By then his rot-lung was giving him a lot of trouble, so we hunkered down so he could rest up. He didn't get better, but at least he died somewhere safe, somewhere with music.

Been a few years since then, and we've done what we can to get this place off the ground. It's started to get a reputation -- plenty of people out there with radios that still work, grateful that they pick things up -- and people stop here for a clean bed while they're travelling through the swamp. We get some of them on air, when they have something to say, and lately people have been showing up just to talk. You have a little food, a little jingle, or something really important to say? You have the air. Welcome to Swamp Ash Radio.

quote:

Tell me how close you've gotten to a Destroyer.

Well, there was one night maybe five years ago, back when we were scavenging... we stayed out on the opens too late, and we had to run for a cave after dark, once we started to hear the stomps. The thing we saw there was all hooks and blades, just a bunch of legs sticking out of a big ball of sharps, searching the wasteland for God knows what. I remember my old man started coughing, and I shushed him, like it was going to notice us? It couldn't have heard us over the sound of its own body, scraping and creaking. But... that's the thing with Destroyers, right? They can always notice you. They can always find you. Even if you're in a little cave and the only noise is your old man coughing.

quote:

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe.

For "person," it's got to be Goldie. She's my big sister, and she's always been the one of us who could fight. Don't get me wrong, I'm okay, but she's got the nerve I don't have, and she's fast with a knife. Always said she'd be there for me. I'm glad she gets a kick out of the radio like I do -- otherwise, we'd be moving on, and I wouldn't stay here without her.

Otherwise, it's... there's this storage closet off the barracks, with a deadbolt, and it's kinda my private bolthole. I keep a couple days' rations in there, and a few blankets, and the ash cans for my old man and my mom and the couple kids they had before us who didn't make it. When things get crazy, Goldie and I can hide out there... not that we've had to yet. Sometimes I go down there just to talk to the old man, somewhere Goldie won't think I'm crazy. I know he's gone, but sometimes it feels good to talk and pretend he's hearing me.

quote:

Name: Armstrong
Look: Man, utility wear, open face, frank eyes, solid body, calm voice

Stats:
Cool 0
Hard +1
Hot +2
Sharp +1
Weird -1

Moves:

Breaking Now
At the beginning of the session, roll+sharp and ask the MC questions. On a 10+, ask 3 times. On a 7–9, ask twice. On a miss, ask once:
• Where is — and what are they up to?
Whatever the answer, that’s what you put out over the air. Now everybody knows.

Rally to the Cause
When you speak out in favor of a cause or a person, roll+hot. On a 10+, hold 2. On a 7–9, hold 1. Spend your hold 1-for-1 to have your audience:
• Send in supplies worth 1- or 2-barter.
• Attack somebody you name.
• Defend someone or something you name.
• Go together to a place you name.
On a miss, hold 1 anyway, but to spend it you have to personally lead them into action

Gear:
Weapon of last resort: hunting rifle (2-harm far loud)
Fashion, including heavy leather survival vest (1-armor)
1-barter (oddments)

Studio: The Broadcast Bunker
I dunno what this place was back in the Golden Age, or even back before we found it. The old man said it was maybe military stuff? Whatever it is, it's a sturdy concrete block, with barracks and a mess on the ground floor and the radio rig on the second. Big cache of records, too. Not the greatest place to live -- concrete carries the cold and wet off the swamp, and it gets a little hard and echoey in here -- but there are way worse.

Amenities: Strong walls (1-armor), spare rooms to comfortably house up to 10 people
Attractions: Music salvaged from the golden age, guests
Complication: It's cold, damp, and uncomfortable

Guard: Goldie (2-harm, 1-armor)
Goldie's my sister, by blood or otherwise; we don't look much alike, but the old man never said we weren't real kin, and by now she'd be my sister regardless. She likes the luxe look, but don't let that make you think she can't scrap. Better with a knife than I've ever been, that's for sure.

Connections
Informants: Thornboy, Shade, Tarpaulin
Biggest fan: Dakota
Pissed the gently caress off: Crompton and Rambler

News Special
If you and another character have sex, you see through each others' personas and get a glimpse of the person underneath. They can choose to ask you 1, 2 or 3 questions, and you can ask them the same number:
• What are you most afraid of?
• What are you most proud of?
• What do you do that’s just an act?
• Who do you secretly love?
• Who do you secretly hate?

Antivehicular fucked around with this message at Nov 25, 2017 around 07:37

PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?

Some things that have come up in Discord chat, reprinted here for ease of reference:
-Destroyers are Generally huge, territorial, and able to smash the works of (wo)man.
-Exceptions to these are possible
-I'm all for folks deciding that their PC is a Gianthunter, that sounds cool. Most NPCs would think you're nuts, but that’s why they're NPCs
-Damaging standard Destroyers is like damaging buildings: non-cumulative and with high harm thresholds

Anyways, some questions!
Mistral, The Battlebabe
Who else survived the Fall of Breach, and how do you feel about that? How did you last job go?

Scarlet, the Battlebabe
What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve been paid to bring back? Who knows where you rest your head that you wish didn’t?

Corvi, The Bone Picker
Did Titan ever acknowledge your existence? Who comes to the graveyard that doesn’t seem to fear you?

Armstrong, the News
Have you ever had to use that rifle of yours on a person? Who’s got their eye on the Broadcast Bunker?

Captain Foo
May 11, 2004

devil on your shoulder





Clever Betty

pre:


Specialist: Lombardi, Maria M.
Woman, ancient fatigues, shadowed eyes, athletic body.
Cool+3, Hard+1, Hot+1, Sharp=0, Weird=nil

Moves
Combat veteran: you get +1cool (cool+3).
Disciplined engagement: when you inflict harm, you can choose to inflict any
amount of harm you like, less than or up to your harm as established, including s-harm.
Decide at the moment you inflict the harm; you need not tell anyone in advance how
much harm you intend to inflict.
Leave no one behind: in battle, when you help someone who’s rolling, don’t roll+Hx.
You help them as though you’d hit the roll with a 10+.

Gear
• an assault rifle (3-harm close/far loud autofire)
• a 9mm sidearm (2-harm close loud)
• military body armor (2-armor valuable hi-tech)
•fatigues and scrounge, but no jingle

Stasis
I was released a few days ago.
My colleagues remain in stasis.
It has deadly defenses.
Specialist Jackson was unable to survive the trauma of release.
Currently unlocked facility is: Medlab.

Hx
Armstrong -2
Corvi -2
Melody -2
SKADI -2
Zero -2
Everything is hosed. They stuck us in these chambers, with all this equipment. For something, something which we..I..can't even recall. Jackson didn't make it out with me and I know I'm not qualified to hit those releases. Might be able to figure that out later. There's a standard medical facility with power, but I'm pretty sure I'm not a doctor. The mission is completely fubar, I can tell that much. As the only mission operative active, I'm changing the mission. Priority one is personal survival. Priority two is personal recall. I can't remember poo poo about what I'm supposed to be doing. If I can figure that out, I can adjust the mission parameters as need be. In the meantime, I'm on my own.

Update: I've identified that the people here are (generally) terrified of 'the destroyers,' and I don't seem to be one. At this time, I hypothesize these 'destroyers' have something to do with my original mission, but that's still a wide net to cast. It's all I've got to go on; I don't have any other observations or interactions with the 'destroyers.' Not many clues yet. It seems pretty clear that whatever this patch on my arm is, it doesn't have much meaning anymore. I suppose that's a clue in and of itself? Probably a secret mission, or...something went very wrong. gently caress.

Update: I've spent some time talking to a woman named L'nai; she runs some sort of fabric or clothing trade post. I haven't really grasped the economy of this area (though it seems somewhat primitive, which, gently caress), but the fact that there's mental space and a need for things beyond weapons and food is a good indicator that civilization of some sort is functioning. But, gently caress.

Captain Foo fucked around with this message at Dec 4, 2017 around 22:41

Antivehicular
Dec 30, 2011

I won a rosette in the Thunderdome


PoultryGeist posted:

Armstrong, the News
Have you ever had to use that rifle of yours on a person?

Yeah, and it wasn't fun, believe me. Around six months ago, while I was out in the generator shed tuning it up, I saw this guy running towards me -- a guy covered in... looked like old hides and antlers. You'd have to be pretty crazy, or be out here a long time, to get that many deer, and I could tell he wasn't on his way to come talk and share a meal. I fired at center mass, and I got him somewhere in the mess of hides; I could see him fall, see the blood. I ran inside. Never checked for a body -- swamp eats bodies pretty quickly, anyway, so it's not like it would have been a lot of use -- but I haven't seen him since, so either he's dead or he knows to give us a wide berth.

Didn't like that at all. Hope he really was planning something and not just unsociable.

quote:

Who’s got their eye on the Broadcast Bunker?

That's gotta be that loving rear end in a top hat Crompton. He's had a hate-on for us ever since we broadcast someone's news about a Destroyer sighting out in the hills -- said he and his buddy Rambler were planning on taking it down, and now we'd ruined their hunt. More like ruined their chance to get killed, but you can't stop that kind of idiot. Now Crompton wants this place as a "hunting lodge," just to "even the score." Think he knows he and Rambler can't take it on their own, but if they get a hunting party together... well, that's a big "if." But we're watching out, just in case.

Mr. Prokosch
Feb 14, 2012

Behold My Magnificence!



Zane the Shepard (HardHolder)

We live our lives as we did before. The world did not end for us. My grandfather said this: Once there were seas of men who were empty inside and had forgotten the old ways. They built great towers to reach the sky and scorned and poisoned the land that gives men life. They challenged Allah in their arrogance and so he sent the Destroyers to purify them. But those who knew the old ways were spared. When Destroyers came, we moved the flock as we always did. When the blight-men fell to madness, we moved the flock as we always did. When their world died, the blight men left us many open places to live even as the Destroyer claimed their pieces of the land. We thrived in seas of grass where other men saw only death.

My father said this: the future of humankind lies in remembering the ways of the past. Not the wicked ways of the blight-men, but in the old ways before them. Our people remember these ways, so the future lies with us. My father did much to protect our people. He killed many and performed every kind of cruelty for this truth.

I lead our clan now. I say this: the future lies with the knowledge we hold, and for it to be secure it must spread far outside our blood. This is risk to our people, to make peace with the broken children of the blight. But it is the only way to break the curse that still holds this world.

Tell me how close you’ve gotten to a Destroyer
Maybe 20 miles? Or more, it is hard to tell size and distance, maybe as far as 100 miles if it towered like a true mountain. We were not close enough to tell. My people, we do not challenge Destroyers. We do not come close to their claim. We do not risk this, when they come near, we move. They are things of nature, not men. There is no good in fighting them, only learning how to live in a world that contains them.

-Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe
My family around me, the laughter of my children, my nephews, my nieces, my cousins. The sound of animals and the warmth of our fire. The songs of my people. Roasted meat and clear purpose. These things make me feel safe, they make everyone feel safe. You must remember this.

quote:

HardHolder
Name: Zane the Shepard
Look: Man, Casual Wear, Soft Face, Cool Eyes, Wiry Body

Stats: Cool+1, Hard+2, Hot+1, Sharp+1, Weird -2
Moves: Leadership and Wealth

Gear: Assault Rifle (3 harm close/far loud autofire), Machete (3 harm hand messy), War Outfit (armor 1), Ceremonial Outfit (worn valuable)

quote:


Holding: Ka’sesen Clan

Zane’s clan is around 60 people, all armed and well-trained fighters. They are nomadic and care for a herd of animals which produce an abundance of meat, milk, leather, blood, manure, and bone which they know how to process and use efficiently. They have a few trucks and scavenged armored vehicles, but mostly they travel by foot. The clan spends a lot of time dispersed and they cannot rely on defensible positions because the animals need to eat. The clan is family, they work together well, know their business, and are mostly stable. But they are deeply anxious about strangers and prone to challenge Zane’s leadership when it comes his decision to deal peacefully with outsiders.

Population: 60
Gigs: 1. A mix of hunting, crude farming, and scavenging. 2. A herd of animals (manufactory)
An armory of scavenged and makeshift weapons
A garage of 2 utility vehicles and 2 specialized battle vehicles
A gang of about 50 violent bastards (2-harm gang large 1-armor)
Wants: Anxiety, idle
Surplus: +2 Barter

Holding options:
Good: Small population, well disciplined, large gang, Manufactory (herd of animals)
Bad: Compound is mostly tents and lean-tos, Garage is for poo poo

Tricky
Jun 12, 2007

after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage



PoultryGeist posted:

Mistral, The Battlebabe
Who else survived the Fall of Breach, and how do you feel about that?

Mm, yeah, there's a few. Most of us just went our seperate ways. Easier that way, you know? Nobody wants to be reminded of everything we lost. Well, nobody but Montoya. That kid's been dogging me for a long time. I'm not about to say I'm running from her or anything, but avoiding her is a nice perk to this fuckin' madhouse quest to be a godslayer. I mean, sure, I feel for her. It's a goddamn crazy world and people want something that makes 'em feel safe. poo poo, I get it. But you know what? That's not me. Not by a long shot. The best I've done for everyone I've loved is got them dead. Not exactly what Montoya wants outta this, I'm sure, but I'm not about to wait for her to catch up so I can ask.

It's just... poo poo. She reminds me of my kid, okay? Not what I want. Not like I can forget, nah, I'll never forget. But seeing her is like rubbing salt in it.

PoultryGeist posted:

How did your last job go?

About the usual. Which, I guess, is basically like saying everything was completely hosed from the word go and I somehow skated out of the wreckage a little bit richer for my trouble. It was in a cave complex they called the Folly. Nice little spot, or at least it was, and basically Destroyer proof. Not about to put that to the test against one of the real big boys, but the people of the Folly were pretty drat clear that they'd gone more than a year since their last casualty to a Destroyer attack. That's pretty drat incredible. Hell, even before the Breach fell we would lose a few when one of the lesser Destroyers, more Destroyerlings than anything, got curious about a convoy or some drat fool bandits went too loud trying to take our jingle.

So while I was doing my usual rest and recon bit, I got approached by the local bigwig for a gig. Short-term bodyguard poo poo, nothing too unusual. Wouldn't have been the first time I've taken a few toughs out that wanted to shake down some rich rear end in a top hat. Of course, it didn't turn out that simple. Should've figured as much with how much jingle Cutter was willing to drop. He didn't even blink when I highballed him! Fuckin' rookie mistake. Ah well. So, yeah, I signed on for about a week's worth. First few days were fine. A helluva lot of drinking, even found a local guy who helped me change out a few parts that were wearing down in Marin and Cers. 'Course, the next day it all went to poo poo. So Cutter? Turns out he's a slaving fuckface and the reason he wanted a gun like me around was that some of the surrounding communities were gettin' more than a little tired of his gang of ne'erdowells takin' their ladies for some loving awful reasons. Tired enough that they formed a big ol' mob and seiged the caves.

Now, here's the thing. I got that code, right? So once I get the reason that the motley crew pinning us in was there — amazing what people will tell you when you've got a big-rear end gun to their balls — it was clear that the job was off on account of a fuckin' false premise. 'Course, I still needed the jingle. Made my course of action pretty clear: I needed to rob the fucks, grab Cutter or someone else important to hand over for safe passage through a frenzied mob, and just get the hell away from this madhouse. The first bit was pretty easy. I mean, it's a fuckin' cave complex. Of course they're gonna put the good poo poo in the deepest bit. Had to vent a few goons along the way, including the gal who'd been buyin' me drinks, but poo poo happens. gently caress slavers anyways.

Getting Cutter or one of his ell-tees? That was a little more interesting. Cutter was hiding out in his little command center thing. Must've been some sort of old-world tech he found, because I can't imagine an rear end like that having the know-how to make arm-thick sliding steel doors. 'Course, there was a little thing he hadn't considered. Ventilation shafts. They were the real roomy ones, the kind that nobody in their right mind should be usin' but you need to keep things fresh in a cave, and I managed to slip in and get a drop on him. Woulda been nice to hand him over intact, but he was a bit of a fighter. Marin put a stop to that real quick, though, the fuckin' flechettes cut him in half.

The rest wasn't much to speak of. Bit of yelling and shaking their boss's body at 'em got the guards to get the gently caress outta my way, though I still had to vent a few ambitious types along the way. I tossed the boys out front the half of Cutter that had his face on it, got on my bike while they were trying to figure out my angle, and just hosed off down the road. Don't really know what happened past that, don't really give a poo poo either. Though... well, I guess I hope the mob got their ladies back.

Tricky fucked around with this message at Nov 26, 2017 around 18:18

Sax Battler
Jul 31, 2007

Another bloody customs post,
Another fucking foreign coast,
Another set of scars to boast,
We Are The Road Crew.


Gila the Brainer


It's deceptive, how huge they are.
You'd think something so big would be easy enough to avoid.
Instead, they're upon you before you know it, the only warning the thunder of their steps, if they are a variant generous enough.
Unless you know how to listen properly.
With the right tools, and the right mind, you can hear them no matter how far.
A mixed blessing, to be sure.
I still listen though, keeping an ear out for that sweetest sound, the dying cry of a Destroyer.

Tell me how close you’ve gotten to a Destroyer

Destroyers, we call them.
As varied as the ills of man, unified in purpose.
Or so one might assume. They have their own minds and behaviors, and sometimes they clash.
We were fleeing one, but found another, and instead of unite, they struggled over the kill.
I witnessed as long as I could, until whiteness took me, and when I woke, the victor had departed, me the only morsel overlooked.
The losers carcass was still there though, and if you're hungry enough, any meat is meat.
I cut, and I lived, and the things I found...

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe

Nothing is safe. Not now.
Something that offers solace though, are the things I took, the things I made.
Power, no matter how slight, is to be treasured.
Not enough though, not yet.
I need more, and so I listen, and sometimes I whisper, and sooner or later I'll have my chance again.
To cut and feed.

pre:
Look
Woman?, mismatched formal wear, pale face, pale eyes, awkward angular body.

Stats
Cool+1 Hard-2 Hot-1 Sharp+2 Weird+2

Moves
Direct-brain whisper projection: you can roll+weird to get the effects of going aggro, without going aggro. 
Your victim has to be able to see you, but you don’t have to interact. If your victim forces your hand, your mind counts as a weapon (1-harm ap close loud-optional).  

In-brain puppet strings: when you have time and physical intimacy with someone— again, mutual or 1-sided—you can plant a command inside their mind. 
Roll+weird. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7–9, hold 1. At your will, no matter the circumstances, you can spend your hold 1 for 1:
 • Inflict 1-harm (ap).
 • They take -1 right now. 
If they fulfill your command, that counts for all your remaining hold. On a miss, you inflict 1-harm (ap) upon your subject, to no benefit.


Gear
Hidden knives (2-harm hand infinite) 
Violation glove (hand hi-tech) For purposes of brainer moves, mere skin contact counts as time and intimacy. 
Pain-wave projector (1-harm ap area loud reload hi-tech) Goes off like a reusable grenade. Hits everyone but you.
Jars of organs worth 8-barter

Hx
TBD

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.


Corvi, The Bone Picker
Did Titan ever acknowledge your existence? Who comes to the graveyard that doesn’t seem to fear you?


Not directly. His compliments had been passed on by lieutenants. Which I did appreciate, it often came with an extra ration you see. Titan believed in positive reinforcement. Make your people eager to please you. Make them fight for your favor. Fight each other that is. There were more hanger ons than there was wealth to go around. But that sorted itself out. The strong rose to the top of the pecking order, predisposed to do what Titan asked for. It was a well structured operation. I think that's why I stuck around. Despite the troubles. As you can tell I was never one of the favorites. Really it was a few of his favorites that I was the favorite of. I was more like a scout. Not that I have a good eye. But the person you send ahead. I could get in and open the gate for the boys. Of them I preferred to work with Klub. She was a mountain of a woman. Crushed her foes with her bare hands. She is everything I fail to be. I don't doubt she fell fighting the destroyer. But I would be happy if she fled and survived.

The nameless wretch. She was the gem of some hole. Won't tell me. Don't care. Didn't ask her name either. She said she didn't have one anymore in the rant after I asked her what's her deal. People don't just waltz into the boneyard. Well apparently they do if they have a death wish. No luck for her though. I'm not in the habit of eating people and she's got no muscle anyway. Just fat in select spots. Precooked though. She's lucky she can still walk with so much of her body charred. Bit of strength in that pile of kindling sticks. Since she's got no other work she's been going to camps to trade the salvage I get. I let her keep half the food. I keep expecting her to just run with the stuff give me an excuse to kill her. But she hasn't guess she likes having a place she doesn't have to cover her face. It's what I like about the roost too.

Roland Jones
Aug 18, 2011
As a white American, it is my civic duty to kill my racist father, mother and any other family members, including myself.
That way people of color can finally be safe from white people.



Zero, the Gunlugger

The world is. Rotten. Broken. Dead. It is infested with human vermin, slavering beasts, and moving mountains of monsters. There is no safety, no guarantee that you will keep living, except that which you can secure yourself. Most people cannot secure anything; they are small, fragile, weak. Any moment could be their last.

So, they hire me. To protect them, their families, their settlements, whatever it may be that they care about. To get some security in their small, scared lives, and perhaps eventually die in a manner that is less unpleasant than what the raiders, the wastes, or the Destroyers have for them.

Most people also hate each other, and want at least one other person dead.

So, they hire me for that, too. I am not picky about the work that I do, and killing someone is usually faster work than standing guard. More interesting, too.

It also gives people another reason to hire me, because I am one more thing that they may need protection from otherwise.


quote:

Tell me how close you've gotten to a Destroyer.

Running and driving beneath one's feet, in pursuit of my quarry.

I was chasing one of my bounties, forcing him through a valley to try to escape me. The terrain prevented the both of us from seeing it at first. He drove for it anyway, presumably figuring that he could avoid its feet and that I would not pursue him.

To his credit, he was right on the first one, until I caught him.

Unfortunately, while I was collecting his head, the Destroyer stepped on my car, forcing me to use my prey's vehicle, which I had... Damaged, in my pursuit. It broke down later, unsurprisingly. I had to walk the rest of the way to turn his head in. I have been without a vehicle since, which has been rather inconvenient.


quote:

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe.

The noise of civilization. The dull murmur of people working. Laughing. Fighting. loving. Living. It is relaxing, somehow.

Does that surprise you? I admit, I do not like most people. I. Hate. Some in particular. I prefer to not interact with most outside of business.

But, that is fine. I do not have to like them for them to be worthwhile. To make and do things I can or will not do, to have their own lives.

Besides, people mean work. As long as there are people, someone will want someone else killed.


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The Gunlugger

Look: Concealed, scrounged mismatched armor, scarred face, cunning eyes, hard body

Stats:
Cool +1
Hard +3
Hot -1
Sharp +1
Weird +0

Moves:
gently caress this poo poo: Name your escape route and roll+hard. On a 10+, sweet, you’re gone. On a 7–9, you can go or stay, but if you go it costs you: leave something behind, or take something with you, the MC will tell you what. On a miss, you’re caught vulnerable, half in and half out.

Insano like Drano: You get +1hard (hard+3).

NOT TO BE hosed WITH: In battle, you count as a small gang, with harm and armor according to your gear.

Gear:
  • grenade launcher (4-harm close area messy ap)
  • sniper rifle (3-harm far loud ap)
  • ap ammo (ap) Add ap to all your guns.
  • big-rear end knife (2-harm hand)
  • scrounged coat, mask, and kevlar (2-armor)
  • handheld artificial voice box
  • oddments worth 2-barter

Roland Jones fucked around with this message at Nov 28, 2017 around 23:00

Heliotrope
Aug 17, 2007

Oh, don't worry, don't worry!

It's not my blood.


PoultryGeist posted:

What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve been paid to bring back?

A deer from the Woodhold area. Now the deer itself it pretty regular, no threat there, but Dremmer does not approve of anyone even going through without paying and being escorted out - and he really hates it if someone from outside goes hunting or foraging in there. You don't come back if he finds out what you're up to. But the people at Stockard's really love eating things that are hard or dangerous to get, and one of Dragon's people managed to divine from the maelstrom or whatever that the southeast area of Woodhold would have guards then normal because a Destroyer was rumored to be coming close elsewhere. So they sent me and Poppycock, their driver, to bag a deer as quickly as possible and get away in her truck. Things mostly went as planned, but apparently one guard was close enough to hear the shot and investigated just as me and Poppycock were putting the deer in the back. I quickly fired a shot and killed him, and we got out of there as soon as possible.

Hopefully Dremmer doesn't realize who killed the guard or that a deer was taken from his land. It'd piss him off enough to send people after me and I don't really need that right now.

PoultryGeist posted:

Who knows where you rest your head that you wish didn’t?

Most people around here know about me killing that Destroyer from before, but almost no one knows that other people were controlling it. Vision somehow knows though, and he managed to follow me back home. Vision is the leader of that group of weirdos that are waiting for some savior to show up, as if this were a children's story and one human would be able to end the threat of the Destroyers. He's convinced I'm that savior, and keeps trying to get me to meet his cult and go fight "the forces of evil." I keep refusing, but he's getting pushy about it. There's been no need for violence yet, but even if he escalated I'd have to deal with his followers and that's not a fight worth having.

Mykkel
Oct 8, 2012


Bahari


They say it was different before. That the Destroyers destroyed the world. That anyone could ride, and all the bikes were shiny and chrome.
They talk too much.


Tell me how close you have gotten to a Destroyer

I've cut one, Greyface, the one that lurks by that old time broken arch.
Yeah, we had camped out about 10 miles from there, in a nice little hide that had tanks of fuel. Where exactly don't matter.
Must have smelled our exhaust. We had just filled up the bikes, when this big hand swoops down and grabs Pixie. Now Pixie can be a pure evil bitch. But she's mine.
I revved up Shamu, and started swirling up dust around the damned giant thing. Never quite understood why but if you do figure eights right in front of them, they can't grab you.
Well, it swung a few times, and I could smell the remains of the last thing it had ate. Pixie meanwhile is screaming, and releasing her gear catches, trying to drop out of his
grip, and I drop the throttle back, and head straight between it's feet. Take this machete here and swipe on the back of it's foot. Grey poo poo sprays everywhere, and I'm sliding like
its loving New Year's day and I forgot to put on my snow chains. To be honest, thought I was a deader. But it roars and drops Pixie, Diamond and Trips grab her up onto their trike,
and we flee. I hear that Greyface has a limp now.

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe

Riding with the Vipers makes me feel safe. Been riding with them as far back as I remember. I think one of the Vipers was my mom, not real sure. We all just
take care of each other.

pre:
Look
Woman, showy biker wear, narrow face, kind eyes, wiry body.
Stats
Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp 0 Weird -1

Moves
Pack Alpha: when you try to impose your will on your gang, roll+hard. On a 10+, all 3.
On a 7–9, choose 1:
They do what you want (otherwise, they refuse)
They don’t fight back over it (otherwise, they do fight back)
You don’t have to make an example of one of them (otherwise, you must)
On a miss, someone in your gang makes a bid, idle or serious, to replace you for alpha.

loving Thieves: when you have your gang search their pockets and saddlebags for
something, roll+hard. It has to be something small enough to fit.
 On a 10+, one of you happens to have just the thing, or close enough. 
On a 7–9, one of you happens to have something pretty close, unless what you’re looking for is hi-tech, in which case no dice.
On a miss, one of you used to have just the thing, but it turns out that some asswipe stole it from you.

 Bike (Shamu) 
speed=0, handling=0, 0-armor massive=0
Strengths: fast, responsive
Looks: sleek, flashy
Weakness: skinny
Battle Option: speed +1.

Gang (Vipers) 

By default, your gang consists of about 15 violent bastards
with scavenged and makeshift weapons and armor, and no
loving discipline at all (2-harm gang small savage 1-armor).
then, choose 2:
your gang’s nomadic at heart, and able to maintain and
repair its own bikes without a home base. It gets +mobile.
your gang’s self-sufficient, able to provide for itself by
raiding and scavenging. It gets +rich.
and choose 1:
your gang’s bikes are in bad shape and need constant
attention. Vulnerable: breakdown.

Gear
smg (2-harm close autofire loud)
machete (3-harm hand messy)
oddments (2-barter)
showy biker gear (1-armor)

Hx
TBD

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
FIVE PACES THICK AND
TWICE AS TALL


SKADI

LCDR Liu-Tereshkova, Artemis

quote:

::MOIRAI/NORN Directive 1138::
• ASGARD supervisory authority confirmed.
• Task Group VALKYRIE operational status elevated to ELYSIUM.
• Commence TITANOMAKHIA.
• Insert forward unit SKADI to Sector TARTARUS.
• SKADI authorized for MJOLNIR and AEGIS Protocols.
• Echo/Drop Station BIFROST tasked for resupply.
• Reclamation Platform ZEUS assigned to BIFROST and tasked for fire support.
• Warning: JOTUNN class threats active in TARTARUS.
• Warning: CENTAUR class threats active in TARTARUS.
• Warning: SVARTALFAR class threats active in TARTARUS.
• Warning: MYRMIDON class threats active in TARTARUS.
• Warning: Potential EINHERJAR activity detected in TARTURUS.
• Exile ends. Reclamation begins.

I am one of the Chosen. Valkyrie, hero, giant slayer. In the fifty years since our honored ancestors were driven from Sacred Earth, we have prepared to reclaim it. To drive back the monsters that forced us to take refuge here, at OLYMPOS.

I spent my life preparing for The Day. Countless hours of instruction, simulation, sparring with the others selected for Landfall. Training my body so I could stand at the bottom of a world's gravity well. Learning to make use of our carefully hoarded relics, crafted from our meager surplus while technicians scrounged and saved to keep aged station systems running.

For fifty years, my ancestors, my family, my friends, myself, have prepared for the coming battle. I know my holy mission. I will succeed. And nothing will stand in my way. Not the defenses of the lost nations, not the machinations of those who would shy from our appointed task. Not even the Destroyers themselves. The time has come.

Exile ends. Reclamation begins.

Landfall Marine posted:

Name: SKADI (LCDR Liu-Tereshkova, Artemis)
Look: Woman, flight suit, disciplined face, sharp eyes, spare body

Stats: Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2

Moves:
Agent/combatant: you get all of the landfall marine missions. You have contact with an orbital drop/echo platform. Each time you complete a mission, you can call for resupply. During play, the MC may have your superiors contact you with orders or with information relevant to your missions.

Walkingsuit calibration: when you charge up a walkingsuit, roll+its power instead of roll+weird.

Vulnerabilities:
• You're vulnerable to hunger: you're unable to eat the contaminated food of the Earth's surface, and survive strictly on reclamation-provided rations.

At the beginning of each session, mark one food countdown segment. If your food countdown is at 12:00, mark hunger instead, until you've marked all 3 hunger. Hunger is -1ongoing, cumulative.
• You're vulnerable to Ψ-harm: each time you exit your walkingsuit on the Earth's surface, you suffer Ψ-harm.
• You're vulnerable to reflexive isolation: you're unable to voluntarily open your brain to the world's psychic maelstrom.

Missions:
Because you’re an agent/combatant, you get all of the landfall marine missions.
During play, you can voluntarily abandon your missions, one by one. When you choose to abandon a mission:
• Cross the mission out. You no longer have it.
• Your superiors know, whether you tell them or not, that you have abandoned it. Disciplinary action is up to them.
• You no longer receive resupply for completing it, even if you go on to do so.
• Mark experience.

• Infiltration: when you destabilize and disarm an armed population, without direct combat, seizing its position and resources, receive resupply.
• Information & control: when you parlay with the leader of an armed population, representing reclamation interests, and win material concessions or collaboration, receive resupply.
• Reclamation: when you identify and accurately report an area of the landscape suitable for excavatory bombardment and reclamation, receive resupply.
• Reconaissance: when you identify and accurately report an armed population’s position, strength, numbers, and resources, receive resupply.
• Relief & recovery: when you come to the aid of a fellow landfall marine or other reclamation personnel in duress, or recover reclamation matériel, receive resupply.
• Scout / survey: when you identify and accurately report an area of the landscape with strategic value, receive resupply.
• Spearhead: when you defeat an armed population in direct combat, seizing its position and resources, receive resupply.

Resupply:
When you receive resupply, choose 1 of the following:
• Ammo: erase all of your walkingsuit's ammo countdown segments.
• Bombardment: for the rest of the session, you can use bombardment as a weapon. 8-harm far area messy.
• Medical: erase all of your harm countdown segments.
• Rations: erase all your marked hunger and food countdown segments.
• Reinforcement: the MC brings an NPC landfall marine into play as your reinforcement. Tell her to create them as a threat and to give them a walkingsuit.
• Repair: erase all of your walkingsuit's damage countdown segments.
• Retrofiture: exchange one of your walkingsuit's systems for another of your choice.

Gear:
Walking suit
Flight suit
Fatigues
Sidearm (2-harm close loud)

HX:

Walking Suit posted:

Name: JACK-034 "Heracles"
Stats: Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2
2-armor

Configuration: Assault
Systems:
Heavy ferro-fibrous armor (+1agility)
Integrated Ψ buffer rig
Improved reactor (+1power)
Pinpoint targeting system (Add +1harm to all weapon systems)
20mm autocannon (6-harm far area messy)

Moves:
When your walkingsuit is in baseline, erase 1 charge segment for each hour that passes.

When you charge up a walkingsuit, roll+weird. On a 10+, mark no charge countdown segments. On a 7–9, mark 1 charge countdown segment. On a miss, mark 2 charge countdown segments.

Once your walkingsuit’s charge countdown has reached 12:00, it cools automatically down to baseline. Before you charge it up again, let it recover some charge segments.

When your walkingsuit goes into hard shutdown, roll+agility. On a 10+, all 3. On a 7–9, choose 2. On a miss, choose 1:
• Your walkingsuit slows to a stop. Otherwise, it freezes immobile at this precise moment.
• Your walkingsuit lands in a stable, balanced position. Otherwise, it falls awkwardly.
• Your walkingsuit maintains its baseline comms and sensor activity. Otherwise, it leaves you deaf and dumb.

When you use your walkingsuit to cover ground, name your route and roll+agility. On a 10+, choose 3. On a 7–9, choose 2. On a miss, choose 1:
• Do not mark a charge countdown segment. Otherwise, you must mark 1.
• You cover the ground very quickly: as a vehicle with speed equal to its agility. Otherwise, you cover it only at human running speed.
• You avoid impact with the ground or obstacles. Otherwise, your passage is noisy and you leave an unmistakeable trail of battered scenery.
• You keep to the available cover. Otherwise you expose yourself to enemy attention and fire.

When you use your walkingsuit to force an entrance or exit, name your route and roll+power. On a hit, sweet, you’re there, and anything that stood in your way has suffered whatever harm or impact necessary (MC’s call). On a 7–9, mark 1 charge countdown segment. On a miss, mark 1 charge countdown segment, and you’re hung up somewhere midroute or on some difficult threshold.

When your walkingsuit’s ammo countdown reaches 12:00, you’re out of ammo. Do not use any of your weapon systems until you use resupply (or some other means, such as a savvyhead’s workspace) to erase ammo countdown segments.

When you ram a person, a vehicle, or a structure intentionally, add your walkingsuit's power to its massive to determine the harm you inflict.

When you use your walkingsuit as a vehicle otherwise, use its agility for both its speed and its handling.

Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2017 around 04:08

PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?

More Questions!!

Specialist: Lombardi, Maria M.
L’nai has been hinting she’d be happy to share her sleeping bunker with you, have you taken her up on the offer? Has anyone noticed that The Facility has opened up?

Zane the Shepard
What is the thing that most threatens the well-being of the Ka’sesen? Who do you favor to lead the clan once you reach the end of your wander?

Gila the Brainer
What secret has been whispered into your dreams? Who has come to you for your abilities most recently?

Bahari
How did you come to lead the Vipers? What know-nug have you kept from everyone else, even your closest?

Mr. Prokosch
Feb 14, 2012

Behold My Magnificence!


Zane the Shepard

What is the thing that most threatens the well-being of the Ka’sesen?

People. Broken people. Outsiders. We must make them remember how to live for the good of all. But for the good of the Ka'sesen here and now? It would be better if we killed every last one of them. We can anticipate and avoid the Destroyers. But our herds are vulnerable to a sneak attack from madmen and our people are too valuable to discard in foolish war. So, we should limit contact, hide and kill any who know too much of us. This is what my father believed, and we thrived under his rule. I believe there is another path and that my father had broken inside much as those he hated. They are a threat, but life has many threats. I will not make us sin any more out of fear.

Who do you favor to lead the clan once you reach the end of your wander?

It depends on when it ends. For now I have told them that my Uncle Rakin should take my place. He supported my ascension, but he also believes much as my father did about outsiders and protecting our people. If I die soon then my course of action was likely foolish. He is old, but experienced and capable for now. He will lead the remnants to safety. If things go well then I will support my firstborn daughter Amala. It is an old thing that the man of this bloodline should rule. But my father declared that we must discard this foolishness of treating women as lesser and I believe it was one of his better acts. She is the most capable, I will have time to groom her and prepare the people for a woman's rule.

Mykkel
Oct 8, 2012


Bahari

How did you come to lead the Vipers?

About a year ago, Wadu was running the vipers. Wadu and I weren't tight, but she did right by us all, kept us in jingle, and tried to keep us clear of the Destroyers and the men
that are worse than the destroyers. We had a meet with The Mayor of Riverton set up, we had some extra ammo, they had some extra shine. Should have been a nothing deal.
Wadu takes Trips and Jens in to Riverton to finalize the swap site. Should have been a short trip. Night comes, but Wadu, Trips and Jens don't come back.
Diamond and I convince Pixie to stay back with the prospects, and ride in with the rest of the girls. The Mayor has a lot of guts and is a tough hombre, but he's not great on
planning. Near as I can figure, he thought he could take our leader and we'd just roll away in the night. Some of our girls have escaped from towns like Riverton, no way we
were leaving anyone in that hell. We snuck in on foot, idiots thought they were safe behind their walls, we killed the guards at the gate quiet like. I had gone with Wadu the last
time we did a meet in Riverton, so I new where the slave pen was. We found Wadu and Trips in there, but no Jens. Trips was pretty beat up, but Wadu, she was unconscious.
Diamond and I grabbed Wadu, and we snuck right back out. Turns out Jens had taken a shine to the Mayor and set it up.
Someday, I'll settle the score with both of them. Trips, he's okay. Wadu, she couldn't ride after that, her hands shake too much.

What know-nug have you kept from everyone else, even your closest?

Sometimes, if I let the Maelstrom in, the voices of past Presidents tell me which way to ride, and where to hit.

Captain Foo
May 11, 2004

devil on your shoulder





Clever Betty

PoultryGeist posted:

Specialist: Lombardi, Maria M.
L’nai has been hinting she’d be happy to share her sleeping bunker with you, have you taken her up on the offer? Has anyone noticed that The Facility has opened up?

Over the past few days, sure, I've been asked where I'm from, and I've been vague about it. It doesn't seem that usual for people to just wander up here, but it's less usual for people to have no clue about...well, anything, particularly the Destroyers. L'nai asked point-blank if I came from the other side of the Siren Gate; she described what matches my memories of the early-warning systems at the entrance to Stasis. I said yes - no point lying to the one friend I seem to have made here so far. I'm thankful for her hospitality, and I will take her up on the offer. It seems a little tinged, but I'll navigate that when I have to. We both agree, I can't be going back inside the facility every night. Too much travel time and I also won't get the integration I need with the local population to figure anything out.

Update: I should have recorded this earlier, but this community adjacent to Stasis that I've found myself in is called Woodhold. Doesn't ring a bell.

quiggy
Aug 7, 2010

[in Russian] Oof.




Definitely interested. Currently contemplating submitting something Weird.

quiggy
Aug 7, 2010

[in Russian] Oof.




Skik
The Child-Thing


Mother, Mother, how did you die? When the world fell did you starve to death, the dust and dirt not filling your belly? Did the Wolves of the world rise up and kill you, cursing you even as your body broke and fell? Did the energies of the world tear your mind in pieces and cast you down into the mud? Mother, why don’t you answer me?

I live here now, in your shadow, Mother. The others, the Wolves and the grown-ups, they say things about me. Call me a freak, or a demon, but I don’t care Mother. They say bad things about you too, whisper things about you, call you--what was that word--a Destroyer? But I don’t care Mother, because I live here with you. I love you, Mother. And you will protect me and I will protect you, until I join you in the dust.

quote:

Tell me how close you've gotten to a Destroyer.

I live here in the body of one they call “Destroyer”--my dear, sweet, departed Mother. The wolves, they fear you and tell me to stay away, that you can never die, but I know that is not true. I’ve never even seen another like you, Mother.

quote:

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe.

Beneath Mother’s body, there is a cave where I hide my toys. A radio that sings to me, an egg that Mother left me, the great pit of bones. Nobody else comes here, everyone Wolf and grown-up alike fears it. It is here that I am safe.

pre:
The Child-Thing
Name: Skik
Stats: Cool+1, Hard+1, Hot-1, Sharp=0, Weird+2
Look: Concealed, scrounge wear, misshapen face, black eyes, child’s body
Gear: cutting edge (2-harm hand), thrown stone (2-harm hand), child-sized football pads (1-armor), crap worth 1-barter

Moves:
The mother's heartbeat: When you withdraw into the world's psychic maelstrom, roll+weird. On a 10+, choose 2. On a 7-9, choose 1. You emerge again, an hour later, and...
  • Meanwhile, you can still watch and hear what's happening where you were.
  • You can re-emerge in a different place altogether.
  • You are healed of all harm.
  • You can bring someone in and out with you.
On a miss, you are in the dark and warm, listening to the mother's heartbeat, and many hours pass. Feral: At the beginning of the session, you can choose to spend 0-barter for the equivalent of a 1-barter lifestyle. You can survive happily on whatever you can find. Den: You have a den, a secret(ish), secure(ish) place you can live and hide in. In it, you have:
  • An unexploded artillery shell. It is (circle 1): who knows.
  • A radio that speaks only to you.
  • A way into a terrifying place of death, where countless skeletons lie.
The Wolves of the Maelstrom: The maelstrom’s wolves are hunting you. Under their disguises, they look like: people But:
  • They’re dripping gore.
  • They come and go impossibly.

PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?

Even more questions!

Zero the Gunlugger
Has anyone been able to kill someone under your protection? Where do you go when you don’t want to have to watch your back for a bit?

SKADI the Landfall Marine
The Reclamation Directives state that all the survivors you will encounter are basically expendable. You ok with that? Did any of the natives notice your Landfall?

Skik the Child-Thing
Who shows no fear or disgust at you or your Mother? What part of the grown-ups’ world draws your attention?

Roland Jones
Aug 18, 2011
As a white American, it is my civic duty to kill my racist father, mother and any other family members, including myself.
That way people of color can finally be safe from white people.


PoultryGeist posted:

Zero the Gunlugger
Has anyone been able to kill someone under your protection?

Of course. While I have kept any single ward or small group under my protection safe, I am sometimes hired to guard hardholds, convoys, and trade caravans as well. When a group that large is attacked or ambushed, it is often not a matter of if people die, but how many. But, I mitigated the casualties, among those I was protecting, and my clients usually understood that.

Usually.

Once, I was hired by some traders to protect their caravan. As expected, it was attacked by raiders mid-route. The other guard, the traders, and I fought them off, wiping them out to a man. There was only two or three deaths and some cargo damage, but the caravan leader was furious. He began screaming at me, that I hosed up. That the stories he heard about me must have been lies. That he wouldn't pay me.

So I punched him and threw him off the moving truck.

The new caravan leader paid me in full when the route was finished. She was much more reasonable; I look forward to working with her again.


quote:

Where do you go when you don’t want to have to watch your back for a bit?

I have a house-vehicle parked some distance from the hardhold I visit most often. It hasn't run in years, since well before the Hecatonchires smashed my last car and I shot it in the face. Even before that, it drank gas like mad and handled like poo poo. But, it is fine as a place to stay. Particularly with the metal plates I bolted to it, among other things. It is a good place to be alone, though it also works as a place to discuss a job or have company over if I want to.

I don't want to have company over.

I may have it repaired; despite its problems, being able to move it would be convenient, in case I start getting too many visitors. Or it ends up in a Destroyer's path.

Roland Jones fucked around with this message at Nov 29, 2017 around 10:26

quiggy
Aug 7, 2010

[in Russian] Oof.




PoultryGeist posted:

Who shows no fear or disgust at you or your Mother?

I've never met her, nor do I know what she looks like, only heard her voice on my radio. She calls herself Catherine, and she's so sweet to me. She tells me that Mother is not to be feared, that the grown-ups and the Wolves don't know the truth about her, and that I should not be afraid. She is not the voice I normally hear, but I always wish she was. I hope someday I can meet her, kind and gentle Catherine.

quote:

What part of the grown-ups’ world draws your attention?

The lights! I don't go to the grown-ups' cities very often, but I do when I need to. I can blend into the crowd fine, and I've never had a problem getting what I need, but the sounds and smells can overwhelm me and I wish for the peace of Mother's embrace. But when the night comes, and I hear the whirr of the generators and the smell of gas, I can see the lights turn on, and it's beautiful. I wish I could stay there forever, surrounded by that beautiful yellow glow, but I know Mother needs me. I cannot leave forever.

PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?

Just a heads-up, recruiting will indeed end on Friday, Dec 1st.

Sax Battler
Jul 31, 2007

Another bloody customs post,
Another fucking foreign coast,
Another set of scars to boast,
We Are The Road Crew.


PoultryGeist posted:


What secret has been whispered into your dreams? Who has come to you for your abilities most recently?


The Destoyers are to be feared and respected, true.
But they are but shadows, relections cast by something far greater and far less.
By who or what?
Even the dream-whispers fear to tell.

PoultryGeist posted:


Who has come to you for your abilities most recently?



She calls herself Cintri.
Her and her sister, they came from up east a ways, claims to have run from a Destroyer, but they reek of malice all too human.
The sister lives, after a fashion, but responds to nothing at all, except to swallow and blink.
It's not the kind of task I usually take on, leaving someone better than they were, but an interesting challange.
It is though, a work in progress.
In the meanwhile, Cintri has been useful, though I'd better take care not to push her.
She's not to far from the edge herself, and her sister is what keeps her from going over.
Either way, it will be interesting to see how it plays out.

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
FIVE PACES THICK AND
TWICE AS TALL


PoultryGeist posted:

SKADI the Landfall Marine
The Reclamation Directives state that all the survivors you will encounter are basically expendable. You ok with that? Did any of the natives notice your Landfall?
When Reclamation is accomplished, there will be a place for the Shades in paradise, alongside the Exiles. I can't imagine what it has been like for them, trapped here, waiting for salvation. Some have gone feral, clearly. They will have to be dealt with, purged if necessary. Some of my instructors thought all the Shades were feral by now, but surely some remember and long for the world that was.

But if they have forgotten... Reclamation is the salvation of humanity. Not just gross survival, but returning to our golden age, to be something more than savages. If they have to be swept aside... It will not come to that.

Some of the Shades must have seen my planetfall. Insertion via HELIOS pod would be a bright shining beacon, a sword of fire splitting the sky with the crack of thunder. But it doesn't seem that any have recognized it for what it was. Abandoned satellites and other relics still fall back to earth occasionally. Upon reaching sacred ground, I salvaged my supplies from the drop pod and moved to a defensible position in some nearby hills. That was... a day ago. The sunset and dawn were incredible. The old videos do not do them justice. In any case no one has come to investigate.

I should have my balance back soon, and BIFROST will be overhead to sync with the Terminus Gate I brought with me. And then my holy mission will begin.

Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2017 around 04:07

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COOL CORN
Jun 1, 2003




Buglord

Wei
The Angel



Eventually you just learn to keep your distance. Physically, sure, you've got to keep away from things out here. But, emotionally, mentally, you need distance as well. I've felt too many people slip straight through my fingers, seen too many lights flicker and fade in faces burnt by sun and caked in dust. There's no place in this world for emotions anymore. My hands and my thoughts are steady. Cool. Calm. Collected. I'm here to serve one function: keep some bastards alive who will in turn keep me alive. That's all.

quote:

Tell me how close you’ve gotten to a Destroyer
Close enough to see a man's head trampled beneath its foot. Nothing that can be done for someone after that except to run and protect yourself. No amount of medicine will get the bone-on-metal scraping sounds of its movement out of my mind.

quote:

Tell me about the person/place/thing that makes you feel safe
My tools. My medicine. Those are things I can rely on, things that work the same way every time. People are unpredictable and unreliable. Places change, and can't be visited again. My kit is the only thing constant in my life.

pre:
The Angel
Name: Wei
Stats: Cool+1, Hard=0, Hot+1, Sharp+2, Weird-1
Look: Woman, scrounge wear plus utility, rugged face, caring eyes, rangy body
Gear: Angel kit, Painkiller (9mm 2 harm loud), oddments worth 2 barter, leather jacket (1-armor)

Moves:
All basic moves +

Healing Touch: when you put your hands skin-to-skin on a wounded person and open your brain to them, roll+weird. 
On a 10+, heal 1 segment. 
On a 7–9, heal 1 segment, but you’re acting under fire from your patient’s brain. 
On a miss: first, you don’t heal them. Second, you’ve opened both your brain and theirs to the world’s psychic maelstrom, without protection or preparation. 
For you, and for your patient if your patient’s a fellow player’s character, treat it as though you’ve made that move and missed the roll. 
For NPC patients, their experience and fate is up to the MC.

Professional Compassion: you can roll+sharp instead of roll+Hx when you help someone who’s rolling.

Hx: TBD

COOL CORN fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2017 around 14:53

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