DON'T MESS WITH WREXUS — A NEON LORDS OF THE TOXIC WASTELAND JOINT

 

In addition to that Umerica Masters Of The Universe game, got shanghaied into running Neon Lords Of The Toxic Wasteland on Tuesday nights!

We're four seshes in... take a gander here!!!

DON'T MESS WITH WREXUS -- FOUR HOSTESS OF THE APOCALYPSE

 

"And, LO!  The ocean turned to cream filling,
as from a Ho-Ho." — Desolation 16:3

"BY THE POWERTOOLS OF GORESKULL!!!"

 Here's some more DCC / Umerica / Aetherian dungeons (that also work perfectly for Neon Lords Of The Toxic Wasteland, Planet Motherfucker, and any other gonzocalypse).

Each has "toyetic playset features" and "accessories" to torment players.  And shoddiness is part of their charm!

THE CONQUERORS OF THE COSMOS™!!!

In recent years, I've switched from my beloved Mutant Future to Dungeon Crawl Classics.

And my favorite published setting / expansion is Umerica.  It's my kinda gonzocalypse.  Been playing steadily for over four years now.

I'm about to take the GM reins in my DCC group, and I'm using Aetheria as a setting.  (That's what those recent posts have been about, where silly brainstorms really took root.)

What's Aetheria, you ask?  It's serial-numbers-filed-off Masters Of The Universe via the Umerican apocalypse, with a dandy twist... that I'm going to completely bypass by starting after it's happened.

First Appearance Of All Thangs Aetheria!

I'm cranking up the jankiness of Aetheria even further, and really leaning into the "dollar store He-Man aesthetic".  Things are gonna get silly, y'all.

Cue 21^st-Century Filmation fanfare and symphonic soundtrack...

--

Planet Aetheria is rent asunder.

Rival nations of Nirvara of Mausolea lie in ruin.

THE CONQUERORS OF THE COSMOS™—iconic noble heroes and dastardly villains—are missing, obliterated... or worse.

And The Forces Of Good are primarily to blame.

--

Yes, the combined might of She-Ro (Vindicatrix Of Virtue and Daughter Of Blacksun The Liberator), Skulletox (Seventh Corpse-Born Son Of Skull-Or The Deceaseless), and interplanetary despot Lord Vespero Necronox (Evil Overlord Of Evil) revealed Aetheria's darkest secret:

Castle Oldskull, renowned bastion of all that is moral and decent, was in actuality a parasitic entity leeching the magical lifeforces of the populace to maintain an unrighteous status quo.

And, LO!!!  A mighty battle between Light, Darkness, and Everything In-Between raged...

...wreaking techno-sorcerous havoc and freakishly bending Reality As Was Known.

Now you—​perhaps the last remaining Aetherians (and lowly ones, at that)—find ​yourselves amongst the warpwastes to forge your own paths.

Where once stood only Castle Oldskull, bizarre new structures loom, resplendent with artifacts magical and mechanical guarded by robo-witches, spookborgs, all manner of abominations... and worse.

The worldwreck awaits.

Long live Aetheria!

LONG LIVE THE CONQUERORS OF THE COSMOS™!!!

DON'T MESS WITH WREXUS -- CASTLE JIVESKULL

 

DARE YOU DANCE INTO
DISCTERIO'S DREAD DISCO DEMENSE?!!!

NOW WITH RAMPANT ROLLER ACTION!!!

DON'T MESS WITH WREXUS -- DISCTERIO

 

"DANCE, SPIDER-HE-MAN, DANCE!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Don't Mess With Wrexus – "Overheard In The Roadhouse"

(Cross-posted from here.) 

1)  "It's almost cannibal-mutant breeding season.  Yeah, the bounties are higher than ever... but, brother, probably best to stay out of the hills entirely."

2)  "Presley's Chicken Tomb is opening a new franchise down the way.  That's sure to righteously piss off the owners of this fine establishment."

3)  "See the weird lights near Old Man Gutchel's place last night?  Could mean another saucer landing.  Wonder what'll happen to that crazy moonshiner's swill this time?"

4)  "Them zombies infestin' the Doom Mall are gittin' smarter.  Could'a swore ah seen 'em usin' utensils."

5)  "Speakin' a' zombies, think the contagion's spreadin'.  Undead gators and feral hogs wrecked a kegger down near the crick.  Man, it's bad enough if animals can now git the bug... but if they're workin' together, we're motherfucked."

6)  "Satan's Cerebrums are back in town.  Sure, those mad biker-scientists are assholes, but their brain-in-a-jar looks pretty boss, riding in the sidecar like that."

7)  "The sweet old werewolf couple over there?  Yeah, the gray ones, with the saggy jowls and fanged dentures?  They keep inviting me to swing-parties at the senior center.  I swear, one more drink, and I'm going for it."

8)  "The Belfry Boys are recruiting for a big job.  Even saying they'll convert those that survive.  Hell, yeah, I'd consider vampirism.  Wouldn't you?"

9)  "The Headless Hotrodsman is racing for pinks down at the haunted dragstrip.  And the rubes are lining up to take him on.  Just what the hell does he do with all those rides he wins, anyway?"

10)  "Get this:  ALL the scarecrows in the county are turning up pregnant.  Yes, pregnant.  Well, what else would you call it?  One day they're hanging there as limp and lifeless as you please, and the next they're bloated and swollen and... and... and beaming, okay?  They're smiling... have a glow about 'em.  YES, EVEN THE DUDE ONES.  Fuck you, dicklips.  Why would I make that up?"

The Guys Of Wrexus Are Upon You — Meet Karl Kongchak, Mutagenic Muckraker!

 

Karl Kongchak

Even the post-apocalypse needs a rumpled, cantankerous crusader who's a perpetual thorn in the sides of The Powers That Be.

Karl can flip from charming to snide in a heartbeat, and wields sarcasm like a razor.  His cleverness is outmatched only by survival skills--he's zippier than an irradiated cockroach and luckier than a three-legged leprechaun.