A two session scenario of modern horror for four players
|Darkness has flown through the shadow of lifes dreaming||Fear Terror Apprehension
"Come quickly, somethings happened to Monique"
|Life without Pain has no meaning.|
|"No I don't want to call the cops. Monique said not to do that."||Can't take my eyes from the circling skys. Tired torn twisted, just an earth bound misfit, I||"OK I'll get there as soon as I can"|
|13 time widdershins baby, 13 times widdershins.||Monique The woman in need||Aaron The engineer in shining armour (well, suit)|
|Leah The font of all knowledge|| Death is but a door. Pity it's one way. Mostly.
Well its all a door. Mostly one way.
|Tobi Like I broke a Na-il|
|Hilary Shaggy is a way of life||Valerie The distraught Housemate||If thy right hand offends thee, cut it off.|
|Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear.||1998 Melbourne||Never go that way, that way goes straight to that castle|
|Sometimes when I'm all alone, I still make believe that something bigger then us, better then us still exists. But it doesn't. Humans is it. The fairies at the end of the garden never existed. They were always just make believe. As was the seductive killer in the night, the beasts of darkness in the woods. Even God looks more and more like a fairy tale. Just cause of some mad bastard, still dreaming of something bigger then himself. And deciding that his view was better then anyone elses.|
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A single session Call of Cthulhuesque story for four players
In any case, they can't all be right. Can they?
A single session modern day crime story for four players
"Right, you all know the plan. We will pull the job in 2 days till then you will have to stay here, we don't want anybody to be seen out and about. The Boss does not want anything to go wrong with this heist, you pull this one off and you'll be living happy for the rest of your lives, stuff up and the Boss will see to it that you will never have a chance to screw up again."
A single session Harn scenario for four players
Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me
Bless the women and children who firm our hands
Put our backs to the North wind. Hold fast by the river
Sweet memories to drive us on for the Motherland.
|Characterisation||5||Rules Knowledge||0||Adult Content||MA||Seriousness||4|
A single session GURPS Discworld scenario for four players.
The city of Ankh Morpork huddled beneath a fierce summer storm. Lighting flashed, reflected from a million puddles, damply illuminating the night's furtive transactions. But even the rain and wind came fitfully to the deeper alleys and courtyards, as if cautious of venturing too deep within, for its shadowed tenements are the breeding place of evil, the sort of place death comes so quickly that the lucky recipient sometimes doesn't realize it until quite some time later.
Ensconced within his opulent palace, protected from the storm by velvet screens, walls of stone and iron-clad guards, the Patrician studied a stained sheet of vellum. Several crumpled balls of paper lay scattered at his feet. Prone beneath a nearby sofa, a primitive assassin stared unblinking, slitted eyes and hunter's brain measuring and calculating. Fluid muscles slowly began to tense...
"Dammit all" muttered the Patrician, crumpling another secret report, slender fingers wadding and crushing the paper in a way that would chill the heart of its author. "What's really going on down- Aaaaargh!"
As a guard burst in, sword bared, and the Patrician swore again and dabbed at his lacerated ankle, a fluffy white kitten*, claws agleam, scampered across the room and pursued the crumpled paper ball beneath a bookcase.
*The kind of kitten intended to be patted and fondled on a despot's knee, purring and grinning, while unfortunate interviewees are sentenced to torture or worse.
Being A Play In One Act
The Story Of The Trials And Tribulations Of Four Young Deep One Hybrids, Cruelly Removed From Their Homes And Their Families And Forced Into Institutions By An Uncaring And Hostile Society.
How Will They Fit In?
Will They Ever Get To Swim In The Open Seas Again With Dagon And Hydra?
And How Will They Avoid Appearing On "60 Minutes"?
A single session scenario set in tomorrow for four players.
Man, things are looking up. The company is doing well now that the new government is in place, and it is great to see the neighbourhood for a change. The violent crime report last night said that our region is at an all time low for over 15 years. Maybe I'll start giving something back to the community myself, well, if I can drag myself out of bed that is. Ahhh, nothing quite like the warmth of nanoenhanced blanket.
But .. where is that harsh light coming from?
A single session systemless science fiction scenario for four players.
A single session, four player systemless and silly scenario
It it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's a... a... Flying Rhinoceros?!?!?!?!?
A high fantasy game involving a flying purple rhino, a dog with a three second memory, a turtle with an inferiority complex, and a monkey.
Join these four insane characters as they attempt to swim, fly and roller skate out of... The Big Scary Castle!! Fight the Big Green Thing with Pointy Teeth! Play a friendly game of thump the tarantula! And you don't even want to know what that thing is crawling up your neck!
A single session Call of Cthulhu scenario for four players
The detective's problem is always the same. Perspective. The world comes at you upside-down, back to front, and inside out. You don't see the events in a logical sequence, just whatever damned order they happen to happen in, or whatever order you find out about them. Maybe you get sent to find some guy, but there's every chance he's not important. His disappearance is just a consequence of what's really going on, just a side-effect of fantastic machinations beyond your imagination. And you're still just trying to find this guy, so you come to everything in the case from the wrong point of view. You see everything obliquely, side on. Even once the right events grab your attention, they seem jumbled. They share a sort of common theme, but the patterns you can see in the them are maddeningly incomplete. So you run all over town trying to unjumble them, and slowly you get an odd feeling about things. A sort of fascination mixed with unease and the anxious premonition of something to come. Maybe this is your subconscious starting to work things out, or maybe you're just starting to feel like a sap, but there's nothing you can do to shake it. For days its like an itch you can't scratch, and then you have a revelation. You see something, or someone says something, and it triggers a memory - and in a split-second of revelation your perspective shifts. And you yell out or drop your coffee or stop dead crossing the street because you can see now how close you came, and what you need to do.