My situation is that I’m on the outskirts of Prague and I’m separated from my unit; perhaps they were all destroyed. I had to be careful, there was definitely a French unit around and some Americans. I stole a ragged uniform from a dead Polish regular and buried my own. I figured it would be…
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T2000: W+50
Necessity is the mother of invention. Yesterday I caught a rabbit with a snare I made from a bit of wire. I hid in the foot of a hedgerow and pulled the corpse from the wire. The rabbit had tried to gnaw itself from the wire but the gauge was too thick. It died trapped…
T2000: W+44
It’s all gone to shit. It did get worse. Two days after the Colonel died, I woke from a nightmare to find Monk and Doc packing up their gear. They said they were going and they didn’t want me to come. And so they left. I spent the next two days eating what little food…
ZOMBI now available on DTRPG
ZOMBI is now on DTRPG. Originally distributed in hardcopy through the US and Europe, this is the first digital version. The first few pages of this journal have been destroyed by fire and by weathering. The actual location of the structure is unknown. It becomes legible halfway down page six. “Though the sun overhead had…
T2000: A Christmas One-Shot
I’ve been asked to run a Christmas one-shot by my Friday night gaming group. I was thinking about one of the Dune intro adventures but as I’m just starting a Dune game on Monday nights, I thought to shake it up. My hard copy of T2000 4th Ed is currently sitting in another country so…
DUNE: The Trials of House Jiorj
Classic novels of intrigue and spies are ripe for exploitation in a Dune game. Think about the plot of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy.
DUNE: The Landsraad
The Great Houses or Houses Major are the most powerful and important houses with voting right in the Landsraad. Their number was not fixed; they varied in history with political and economic fortunes, and depended to some degree on the strength of the Empire’s basic institutions: there were as few as 35, and as many…
DUNE
After watching the movie, the thirst for playing the Dune RPG (by Modiphius) is high. The movie is filled with outstanding visuals and the background is sufficiently rich the only barrier to a dozen sourcebooks is, I guess, the license Modiphius holds. There’s some astounding imagery. Fabulous for developing a game, visually.
DUNE: The VICINIS of the Spacing Guild
The question of the lack of alien life in the Dune universe has been asked many times. The coverage of the Known Universe is still small enough, in the massive scale of the universe that the Fermi paradox does not hold. But that’s not the reason there are no aliens in Dune. The Vicinis are…
The Start of an Alien Campaign
The Alien can’t be the main thrust of the story because, well, with the exception of Ripley and Jones, no-one survives an encounter. So you need a story of intrigue which has the alien as the kick off or the denouement. Like in the Expanse where the fungus thing is its own plot. Maybe the…
Dune – The Sobaki
Hasimir Fenring has to be one of the most interesting minor characters in the book. A “might have been”, deadly, BG-trained, and seemingly with fingers in every pie. But it begs the question about other might have beens and “the test”. PLOT THREAD The players are the lower level companions, functionaries and agents of a…
Dune – preparation game notes
It must be noted that I have no direct plans to run a Dune game. But I am a little forced by my mind to examine the game and the concepts deeper than should be permitted as I am after all, running one game, playing another, holding down a job, studying two courses (film production…
The One Ring, session 01 – A Once-Forgotten Treasure
We’ve spent the last couple of weeks generating characters over Discord. We have one player in Seattle, two in Ireland, one in England, one in Cornwall and myself in Northern Ireland. First session last night. “A Once-Forgotten Treasure” The Company: Caranion, Dunadan sorcerer. Being tutored in magic by Gandalf himself. Anwen, Dunadan Ranger, lately of…
WatchTower: The Game
After many games of WatchTower played using rules from other systems (primarily the classic Marvel Super Heroes game), Matt and I have knuckled down to start writing the actual WatchTower game. We were planning to start a new group and play a Supers game (Godlike was the original proposal), and before you know it we…
T2000: W+36
You ever get the feeling that things are about to get worse? As luck and dumb fate would have it, we weren’t able to escape the area as quickly as we hoped. A puncture on the UAZ and an alignment problem with the axle which Monk couldn’t explain in simple enough terms left us stranded…
T2000: W+35
I still have my shopping list. We didn’t make it to Prague. The forests here are a little threadbare. I think they might have taken some shelling but everything just looked unhealthy. Along an old road weaving through a forest clearing, we bumped into a soldier with a torn uniform heading the opposite direction. As…
T2000: W+27
According to the Colonel, strong sergeants make strong soldiers. I can believe that. Our CSM was a soldiers soldier. You cut him open and he bled red, white and blue. He was just as you read about – moral, principled, heroic, stoic, and a role model for folks like me. During the Fall I saw…
T2000: W+26
Monk is a strange fish. He doesn’t talk much, isn’t prone to fits of emotion but it’s plain to me that he’s suffering, you can see it in his eyes. When I think about it; we are all a bit cold. I think that you have to be cold or detached from things to cope…
T2000: W+24
Progress has been slow. Monk warned us that running two vehicles was guzzling our gas so with great reluctance we siphoned off everything from the tank in “Dale” and filled up “Chip”. We covered Dale with branches and dirt and hid him in a ditch. Monk then buried a a 2 litre bottle filled with…
T2000: W+22
The little things in life make a big difference. We’d just crossed into Germany and pulled into a town called Görlitz. It’s beautiful, even now with the smoke blackened towers and the burning fields. We were flagged down by a cheery Herr Emmerich, landlord of a Gastehaus that survived most of the fire. He babbled…