Monday, April 10, 2023

Neon Lords Nonsense

 



Neon Lords Of The Toxic Wasteland is one of my favorite thangs right now, blending '80s kitsch and '90s gnarliness with ALL THE CAFFEINE and straining the resultant post-apoc slop through the departed "Macho Man" Randy Savage's jockstrap.

Here's some PCs I'm dying to try.  Stats rolled as-is per the rulebook!





Sunday, April 2, 2023

Mutants In The News — "ZOMBOARS!!!" Edition



Fascinating news on the xenotransplantation (such a fun word to type!) front, as pigs are yet again proven to be a wonderful, magical animal.

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.

They live in a hollowed out pit beneath four porta-johns stationed outside an Ancient spookhouse attraction, which warped into a legitimately haunted megadungeon after The Thunderkiss.

Think I'm gonna make them a mascot / patron / arch-enemy round these parts!


Friday, January 20, 2023

Found In The Wild

 

by Brian Kesinger (https://www.briankesinger.com/)

Friday, December 9, 2022

"Don't Mess With Wrexus" Redux

Hola amigos.  How's it hangin'?  I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya, but a lot's been going down in this part of town.  But it's boring and no bueno, so forget I said anything.

Anyhow...

I'm trying to un-rust the ol' gaming gears and do something with Goodman Games' post-apoc gonzofest setting, Umerica.

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!































































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Don’t Mess With Wrexus Redux

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.

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!)