A Field Guide To Doomsday
A Bestiary for Mutant Futures-slash-Crawl Classics, Gamma Worlds, and Assorted Post-Apocalyptic Wastelands.
Monday, April 10, 2023
Neon Lords Nonsense
Sunday, April 2, 2023
Mutants In The News — "ZOMBOARS!!!" Edition
Bonus: There's an additional link about how swine are aiding human love connections.
IT'S SWINE TIME, BABY!
Sunday, January 22, 2023
Meet Corman!
This is Corman, an intelligent and telepathic otyugh trenchmouth.
Think I'm gonna make them a mascot / patron / arch-enemy round these parts!
Friday, January 20, 2023
Friday, December 9, 2022
"Don't Mess With Wrexus" Redux
I'm trying to un-rust the ol' gaming gears and do something with Goodman Games' post-apoc gonzofest setting, Umerica.
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Good, good stuff. |
It combines the Dungeon Crawl Classics chassis with the sensibilities I adore, and I'm adding all my fave inspirations (pictured below) to the brew.
Intro campaign flavor text follows!
At 11:59:59 pm on December 31st, 1999, the world ended.
Bombs dropped.
Reactors popped.
Seas boiled.
Continents roiled.
Phages bloomed.
Radiation 'shroomed.
Toxic waste erupted.
Gene pools corrupted.
Locusts molted.
Apes revolted.
Acids rained.
Mankind insaned.
The moon broke.
The old gods awoke.
And that’s when things got really bad.
For magic thrived and dinosaurs revived. Monsters unhid and aliens invade-ed. Kaiju stomped and demons romped. Angels fell and The Dead rose from Hell.
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The old-timers call that night Judgment Day; others, Y2K.
More names abound: The Flush. The Thunderkiss. The Reckoning. The Bigger Bang. The Great Mistake. Even TEOTWAWKI.
But the past isn’t important beyond what you can scavenge from the burnt-out malls; what you can refurb from the rusting junkyards; what you can summon from the irradiated graveyards. Toilet paper and gasoline, bullets and beer: these are more valuable than all the gold in the cosmos.
Welcome to The Blighted States Of Nightmerica.
Hope you survive the experience.
(And if you don’t? There’s always undeath!)