In 1920's New York, it's 1 thing when political machines vote in the name of dead people, but even with magic & the fae around, they still shouldn't be voting themselves.
In 1920's New York, it's 1 thing when political machines vote in the name of dead people, but even with magic & the fae around, they still shouldn't be voting themselves.
In 1920's New York, it's 1 thing when political machines vote in the name of dead people, but even with magic & the fae around, they still shouldn't be voting themselves.
In 1920's New York, it's 1 thing when political machines vote in the name of dead people, but even with magic & the fae around, they still shouldn't be voting themselves.
In the crime-ridden streets of future Manchester, players survive brutal gang fights, high-tech cops, drone warfare, mutations, cybernetics, drugs, DNA-shifting mathemagick, & illegal dream feathers.
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Future Manchester! 50 years after the invention of Vurt feathers, of Vaz, of blurbflies and applied mathemagick, Manchester is the most densely populated place on the planet. You’ll find genetic combinations of humans, robots, dogs, shadow beings and Vurt aliens indigenous to the dreamworld itself, resulting in dozens of unique beings with their own abilities, cultures, ethics, and technologies. RoboDogMen hooligans face off against ShadowVurt scallies, swarms of mechanical blurbflies fill the air, music is remixed and weaponized, the corrupt MPD patrols the streets, the deadly gangs patrol the ginnels. The largest megacity on Earth is a tinderbox, ready for that final spark. If you're lucky, you'll find enough feathers to escape reality; travel to the Vurt World, explore. If only you didn't have to come back to the real world! But a Manc's gotta make some quid, innit?
In the crime-ridden streets of future Manchester, players survive brutal gang fights, high-tech cops, drone warfare, mutations, cybernetics, drugs, DNA-shifting mathemagick, & illegal dream feathers.
Description:
Future Manchester! 50 years after the invention of Vurt feathers, of Vaz, of blurbflies and applied mathemagick, Manchester is the most densely populated place on the planet. You’ll find genetic combinations of humans, robots, dogs, shadow beings and Vurt aliens indigenous to the dreamworld itself, resulting in dozens of unique beings with their own abilities, cultures, ethics, and technologies. RoboDogMen hooligans face off against ShadowVurt scallies, swarms of mechanical blurbflies fill the air, music is remixed and weaponized, the corrupt MPD patrols the streets, the deadly gangs patrol the ginnels. The largest megacity on Earth is a tinderbox, ready for that final spark. If you're lucky, you'll find enough feathers to escape reality; travel to the Vurt World, explore. If only you didn't have to come back to the real world! But a Manc's gotta make some quid, innit?
Christmas, 1916. Somewhere in France - or Belgium. You are members of the 172nd Tunnelling Company. You have hand dug miles of tunnels, you've seen the horrors of war. You haven't seen the worse yet.
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Christmas, 1916. You are somewhere in France...or Belgium. You are members of the 172nd Tunnelling Company, British Expeditionary Forces. You have hand dug miles of tunnels, you've seen the horrors of war. But you haven't seen the worse yet.
Christmas, 1916. Somewhere in France - or Belgium. You are members of the 172nd Tunnelling Company. You have hand dug miles of tunnels, you've seen the horrors of war. You haven't seen the worse yet.
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Christmas, 1916. You are somewhere in France...or Belgium. You are members of the 172nd Tunnelling Company, British Expeditionary Forces. You have hand dug miles of tunnels, you've seen the horrors of war. But you haven't seen the worse yet.
The Pipe that provides water to your village ran dry today. You are Pure Strain Humans (Well, Hank has that 3rd eye, but...); dirty H2O won't do. Explore ancient ruins in a post-apocalyptic landscape.
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Everyone knows you don't drink from Rad Lake. It is fine for the six-legged dogs known as hexnarls or the itinerant mutant traders who are as much rabbit as man. But you are Pure Strain Humans. (Sure, Hank has that 3rd eye, and Becka can start fires with her mind, but for the most part...) Your village has always gotten its water from The Pipe. That is, until yesterday when the pipe suddenly ran dry. Explore ancient ruins in a post-apocalyptic landscape to discover what has happened to the source of your community's lifeblood or find an alternate source of untainted water before it's too late. Characters provided.
The Pipe that provides water to your village ran dry today. You are Pure Strain Humans (Well, Hank has that 3rd eye, but...); dirty H2O won't do. Explore ancient ruins in a post-apocalyptic landscape.
Description:
Everyone knows you don't drink from Rad Lake. It is fine for the six-legged dogs known as hexnarls or the itinerant mutant traders who are as much rabbit as man. But you are Pure Strain Humans. (Sure, Hank has that 3rd eye, and Becka can start fires with her mind, but for the most part...) Your village has always gotten its water from The Pipe. That is, until yesterday when the pipe suddenly ran dry. Explore ancient ruins in a post-apocalyptic landscape to discover what has happened to the source of your community's lifeblood or find an alternate source of untainted water before it's too late. Characters provided.