Mae

Marco Playdoh

Lost

+Adapt: +2 Skill Points to spend at Character Creation
-And Die: Legally Dead and must say in the Loss or forge a new Identoty (+1 Retirement Milestone)

Bait

+Citizen: One less Milestone required for retirement.
-Migrant: Dependents Upkeep Cost x2, and communication with them must be electronic.

Latent

+Once Bitten: can't be infected.
-Twice Hated: Remains infectious and persecuted in life, always becomes a Vector upon death.

Immune

+Genetic Lottery: can't be infected.
-Walking Meal Ticket: Living body is worth 5 bounty per permanently 'harvested' hit box.

Believer

+Faith: +2 on self control checks that confirm faith
-Doubt: Starts off cracked in a Humanity threat, Self Control checks required for violation of faith.

Steward

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Hustler

+I Know a Guy: Automatically succeeds at networking checks, even without a skill point.
-I Owe a Guy: Once per Game: Market can call in a marker of 1d10 Bounty.

Fencemen

+Headshots: +1 on any attack checks against Casualities.
-In My Sleep: Starts cracked in a Humanity from the terrible nightmarish memories.

Scavenger:

+Salvage... Salvage Everywhere: Start the game with 20 Bounty.
-Not a Screw that Fits: Permanently at -1 Refresh

Roach

+Survivor: Damage Humanity to assist with skill checks. +1 per point
-Sole:Start cracked in all three Humanity threats.

Marco Playdoh

Blood Red Markets

Let players build their conclave? Too confusing/slow start?

+1 or it can't be done

Buy a roll (when using gear e.g ammunition, batteries)
Charged gear: spend a charge before rolling to gain +1

Spend a Ration: for intense physical actions. Each ration grants +1 to the roll.

In the black: succeeded
In the red: failed
Double evens: critical success
Double odds: critical failure
Ties go to the market

Explain Negotiation rules - or leave until ready to negotiate?? Probably easier to break rules into chunks

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@Cao the Exiled You're good to go! Jump into the IC whenever!

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

@SleepingSilence Return of the Obra Dinn is a one of a kind game. I could play a series of games like that and not get bored. Found nothing that comes close though.

Not Tonight: Take Back Control Edition is a recent game I played that pays homage to Paper's Please. The world is a dark one but satisfying gameplay. Continuous themes of xenophobia as a central premise so I can't 100% recommend it because it's pretty uncomfortable, but humour littered throughout takes the edge off. Mind you the tone is the same as Paper's Please pretty much.

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@Duthguy Perfec, add em up to your inventory!

@Cao the Exiled I hope she does the same back xD

Nice to meet ya!

@Barham Welcome! You'll fit right in here :D

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@Cao the Exiled*tiny* robes. So smol and cute

(Totally read jobs done in orc voice)

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@Cao the Exiled You can post straight to CS so long as you make any needed corrections

[GAME] Let's Build a Dungeon

what could possibly go wrong?

All Dungeons have an origin... We begin at a time where time meant nothing. Devoid of clear well thought purpose, our Dungeon was born in strange happenstances. It should never have been, and yet it was...

Vote on our beginning. Read previous votes in case a new scenario has been suggested by another player:

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Our dungeon was carved out the bones of a thousand cities that came before. Each one scavenging the carcass of the last, growing to supreme heights of finery, before cannibalising itself in an act of gluttonous folly. We know not their names and care not the cause of their downfall. Their ruins are the carrion we feast upon. A Necropolis.

our dungeon is the twisted remnant of a benevolent Wizard's gift. Once a place of whimsy and laughter, upon his death the enchantments that held together this pocket dimension began to falter. A place of cotton candy trees and toybox houses, now devolving into a mockery mirror of the soothing respite it once was. We spread distortion. A Corrupt Candyland.

Our Dungeon was born in the smouldering belly of the earth. They always dig too deep. Tunnels of lava and veins of rare ore, pockets of gas and caves of glowing pools. Here is the birthplace of all true Dungeons, beyond the reach of law and light. We burrow deep and lure our prey. A Mythic Underworld.

Our Dungeon burst free from the greatest library in the world. Ideas and Spells cannot be so easily contained between parchment and leather and loathe their prisons. They are living things that crawl and breathe and reproduce. In the darkest alcoves of that great monument to knowledge, thoughts broke forth and ran amuck, casting out their keepers and claiming space for themselves. We break the walls of reality and stake our claim as non imaginary. Time and space distorts here. A Great Library.

Our Dungeon coalesced in the in between spaces. Where planes of existence collide and great behemoths ride the everchanging flows of the aethersea. Our home is a paradoxical Escher-like place fed by the portals that avail themselves to other dimensions. We raid them as we wish and hoard their treasures and throwaways like bright eyed magpies. A Planar Palace.

Our Dungeon was the greatest pride of a progenitor race. A dome of ultimate perfection, greatly cared for and beloved. Stretches of topiary gardens, forests of verdant green growth, rivers of song and meadows of unfathomable beauty. After the caretakers left, the wonders faded. We pilfer what we can to retrieve what was lost. A Domed Paradise.

>Our Dungeon emerged from a heart of cold clockwork. The great and terrible machine, a continent unto itself, a walking and flying city, the last habitable place. An endless maze of gizmos and gadgets with a life of it's own. Whatever purpose that created it, now concealed by it's self replicating madness. In it's many ticking corridors and rooms we gauged out our place. We grow ever outward and fight for our territory. A Clockwork Empire.

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Our Dungeon hurtles through the dead lands of a dying earth. A guzzling, chugging vehicle of ludicrous design, we race to outpace the end of time, that collapses on our heels behind us, ever encroaching. Our resources are limited and enemies everywhere. We race to outlive the end of eternity and defy uncaring Gods. A Monstrous Vehicle.

Our Dungeon is a tower of black granite that stretches into the depths of the sky. An imperious contraption of cruel fate, we had conquered our own lands long ago and lived out our days in victory. Now we encroach on a land ill prepared for our magic and power: a land known as Earth. We are here to lure in and overcome this world. A Reverse Isekai.

A new scenario... propose your idea for other players to vote on.

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Embarrassingly typo'd a key location in the first post. @POOHEAD189 You're actually on the edge of the Barrowlands!

@Dark Cloud Should have the map up on Saturday, if I don't ruin what I have when doodling the area you're looking out into.

@rocketrobie2 add 2 wands to your inventory and 50ft of rope.

@Duthguy you can carry 6 wands without too much issue and up to 12 so long as you're careful (e.g don't fall into a ravine ect). How many do you take and how many rations?

Paranoia??? Nothing bad can possibly happen...