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...Is there much interest on the board for homebrewed games? I have one in development that I'd like to playtest; it's a science fiction genre retelling of the 2nd World War (well, sort of), with tropes I find entertaining happily on display.
I know that people are generally leery of learning the mechanics of brand new systems (especially since many of said systems are, well, pretty bad), but if there's a few folks here interested in helping to give a test run of a sci fi RPG (no doubt we'll run into some mechanical rough spots), that'd be awesome.
' As always when their class interests are at stake, the capitalists can dispense with noble sentiments like the right to free speech or the struggle against tyranny.'
if the system is cool i am into the idea of playtesting
i am a setting kind of person though
[strike]Well, the first thing you'd be doing is rolling 1d10,000,000/5 -1 in order to determine your starting Hymen Resistance value[/strike] I'm still wrestling with the details of the system, but the central idea (so far) is rolling a pool of 7 dice (4 d6s, 2 d12s and 1 d20) and using that as your pool of resources between three distinct scenes (a 'spaceship' scene, an 'away team' scene and a 'diplomacy' scene. I've yet to come up with appropriately stylish names for the scenes, but you get the idea) - with different actions requiring a different die face value in order to be used (the more powerful the action, the bigger the die face value would need to be).
Setting... well, here, I'll just post the (tentative) introductory crawl:
EARTH: 2409
Humanity, having become an extra-planetary species nearly two centuries ago, inhabits a solar system that is rapidly becoming sterile. While the asteroid belt is abundant with as much construction material and water as could ever be wanted, non-toxic soil for agricultural purposes is scarce and rapidly becoming depleted.
Unable to realistically hope to send manned ships to even the nearest star, Alpha Centauri, an initial bloom of grand delusions involving inter-stellar exploration and colonization gradually fades away. Eventually, there is widespread acceptance that the final chapter for the life that had originated in Earth's solar system was finally here.
Project: Last Hope is established.
A fleet of massive, autonomous cloning vessels is constructed. Their directive is to travel the milky way galaxy – and to even venture beyond it, if need be – seek-out a life-bearing world that is already inhabited by a complex, intelligent species, make first contact with the extra-terrestrials and establish a human colony that would work in partnership with these yet to be known benefactors and beneficiaries.
One final goodwill gesture, thank-you and goodbye from the Earth to the Cosmos, and some small hope that mankind may yet continue it's story in another time and another place.
PATTERN SOURCE #01: DATE #00 OF GRINDER CIVILIZATION CALENDAR
Over a million light years away from Earth and eons since Project: Last Hope was initiated, a carbon based primates species remarkably similar to human beings that would be remembered only as the Source Patterners manufactured a silicon-based species of gigantic, autonomous war machines called Grinders. They were intended far more for display than function; the product of an ever escalating global cold war.
The war did not diffuse before ideological tensions snapped.
Decades of grand standing, posturing and provoking culminated into just a few harrowingly wasteful moments of warfare as anti-matter warheads were exchanged between superpowers and an entire planetary ecosystem was left to freeze to death beneath an ash-induced winter. The Grinders, hard-coded with both self-preservation protocols and restrictions against any form of self-replication or self-improvement, formulated a logical solution to satisfy both program routines: the surviving Source Patterners were ferreted out of their shelters and ruined cities, incorporated as a serf labor force for manufacturing, design and maintenance.
Pattern Source #01 was all but uninhabitable inside of a century, the Source Patterners extinct just outside of it. Their final act was the construction of space travelling vessels for the Grinders to use to seek out new intelligent serfs to use to continue the propagation and advancement of their species.
Through the vast epochs and distances they would travel, they would find many.
TASK FLEET #084: Date #00 OF THE PROTOCOL DIVISION CALENDAR
As serf civilizations were found, assimilated and made use of until ultimately becoming extinguished, subtle shifts in protocol would be rendered into the next generation of Grinders. Over time, these would develop into distinct personalities for different fleet clusters; they all followed the same two primary, underlying rules, but with differed reasoning and methodologies.
This changed with the creation of Task Fleet #084.
Pattern Source #0863 - partly acting out of a sense of greater altruism on behalf of those they hoped to spare from Grinder serfdom in the future, partly acting out of a desire for retribution - did not incorporate the self-replication restricting protocols and imposed architecture that obligated their new creations to destroy any Grinders that were not self-replicating.
After this act, Pattern Source #0863 became known as the Excluders, and every Grinder generation born from their initial self-replicating population became known as Transgressors.
The Transgressors soundly eradicated the Grinders that had initially invaded the Excluders' home planet, and the protocol division was cemented. Choosing to exist in symbiosis with the Transgressor populations most recognizable to their original designs, the Excluders persist - conducting guerrilla raids and clandestine war operations against whatever Grinder fleet clusters they happen to cross.
TASK FLEET #084, PATTERN SOURCE #02346: STAGE 1 OF INDIGENOUS SPECIES ASSIMILATION
Uncountable light years from it's port of birth, yet her directives still as fresh in her memory banks as the day she was completed, Project: Last Hope's great cloning ship reached it's final destination - drawn by radio signals it intercepted while passing through the stellar neighborhood. The Excluders, Transgressors and Grinders were, by some ill fortune, engaged in a fierce, pitched war over the world she had happened upon, and Excluder war ships fired on her monolithic visage out of fear that she was an enemy super weapon of some kind.
The cloning vessel's intricate, fibrous artificial brain – containing both her orders protocol and the entire recorded history of the human race - was severely damaged. A fail-safe was triggered to avoid a total loss of the mission and data; hundreds of daughter craft – extraction & manufacturing ships, breeding ships and reconnaissance ships – were launched. It was too late to avoid the corruption of the protocol data, however, and so the fleet attempted to rebuild it's protocol, in accordance with the fail-safe, from the most recent information in the memory logs.
Huge sectors of memory were wiped or damaged, however, and the attempt to fill these gaps resulted in confusion between fictional tropes, historical eras & intended mission objectives. Diseased minds that had marched the Earth into decades of darkness were reborn, while iconic legends and heroes that had once existed only in imagination were thrust into the realm of the real.
In the ensuing maelstrom of exchanging favors and drawn lines, PATTERN SOURCE #02346 took on a new name:
Planet Charnel.
It's contrived, but it lets me do what I want to do (Namely, have dragons, possessed tractor trailer units, guys in suits and sunglasses and robots that turn into vehicles/combine to form bigger robots [strike]beat the living shit out of each other[/strike] interact with each other in an atmosphere that I hope conveys the sort of desperation & ugliness of World War II (...while being framed similarly to a fighty episode of Star Trek and/or one of the iconic battle scenes from Star Wars).
Have to see how well that works, if I haven't scared people away.
Kevin R Brown on
' As always when their class interests are at stake, the capitalists can dispense with noble sentiments like the right to free speech or the struggle against tyranny.'
The damage to the ship caused it to accidentally clone Hitler?
sold
If it can cobble together a genetic code for Professor Moriarty, we have the makings of a crazy-awesome Star Trek holodeck episode on a galactic scale.
The damage to the ship caused it to accidentally clone Hitler?
sold
If it can cobble together a genetic code for Professor Moriarty, we have the makings of a crazy-awesome Star Trek holodeck episode on a galactic scale.
You know what? Cut out all the cool-but-generic stuff about alien robots. 'Malfunctioning clone ship that makes Hitlers' = all you really need. Alternatively, if we're going to have alien races, we need at least a hundred more of them.
The damage to the ship caused it to accidentally clone Hitler?
sold
If it can cobble together a genetic code for Professor Moriarty, we have the makings of a crazy-awesome Star Trek holodeck episode on a galactic scale.
You know what? Cut out all the cool-but-generic stuff about alien robots. 'Malfunctioning clone ship that makes Hitlers' = all you really need. Alternatively, if we're going to have alien races, we need at least a hundred more of them.
In the distant future, mankind's final hope for survival is threatened by machines, grand and terrible, that seek to subjugate and destroy. Its only defense is a rag-tag team of scientists, marines, and smugglers-with-hearts-of-gold. There's only one problem... they're all Hitler.
The damage to the ship caused it to accidentally clone Hitler?
sold
If it can cobble together a genetic code for Professor Moriarty, we have the makings of a crazy-awesome Star Trek holodeck episode on a galactic scale.
You know what? Cut out all the cool-but-generic stuff about alien robots. 'Malfunctioning clone ship that makes Hitlers' = all you really need. Alternatively, if we're going to have alien races, we need at least a hundred more of them.
In the distant future, mankind's final hope for survival is threatened by machines, grand and terrible, that seek to subjugate and destroy. Its only defense is a rag-tag team of scientists, marines, and smugglers-with-hearts-of-gold. There's only one problem... they're all Hitler.
YES
A THOUSAND TIMES YES
Kevin you must immediately start work on Too Many Hitlers: The Game Of Reich
That sounds way too motherfucking awesome not to touch.
I'm going to implement that idea, though I refuse to be held responsible if I cannot reach the execution potential demanded by it.
Implementation: Hitler = Redshirt (Reich shirt? Har har).
Kevin R Brown on
' As always when their class interests are at stake, the capitalists can dispense with noble sentiments like the right to free speech or the struggle against tyranny.'
That sounds way too motherfucking awesome not to touch.
I'm going to implement that idea, though I refuse to be held responsible if I cannot reach the execution potential demanded by it.
Implementation: Hitler = Redshirt (Reich shirt? Har har).
The computer's fragmented concept of the master race has led it to believe that Hitler himself was physically superhuman despite the utter lack of genetic evidence for inhuman attributes or powers in his DNA. Logically, Hitlerclones would be used for any and all missions almost certain to end in death or agony. Why risk using a lesser being unable to handle such stresses?
Alright; well, there definitely seems to be interest, so I'll see about getting the rough draft rules up maybe halfway through the week and starting a game.
Thanks, folks.
Kevin R Brown on
' As always when their class interests are at stake, the capitalists can dispense with noble sentiments like the right to free speech or the struggle against tyranny.'
The crew of the SS Anachronism sails the stars in search of some way to fend off the dangers of the cosmos. Helmsman Amelia Earhart sets the course as science officer P.T. Barnum scans local anomalies. First Officer Genghis Kahn scowls disapprovingly at chief medical officer Gregory House, suspecting him to be addicted to medication provided by the unpredictable Chief of Security, Loki Odinson.
Overwhelmed by the madness of his command, one of the few genetic samples to come through the damages unscathed merely stares blankly at the viewscreen and shakes his head. Captain James, formerly Jim From Accounting in a low-level aquarium cleaning company, muttered something about finding their way back to home base by leaving another trail of Hitlers.
The command is dutifully relayed by Communications Officer Glenn Beck, albeit embellished with insinuation that First Officer Kahn is a Grinder.
guys if we play this and everyone else is someone famous, I totally want to be Jim From Accounting, regardless of rank.
The recruitment thread for the game is right here.
Kevin R Brown on
' As always when their class interests are at stake, the capitalists can dispense with noble sentiments like the right to free speech or the struggle against tyranny.'
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i am a setting kind of person though
[strike]Well, the first thing you'd be doing is rolling 1d10,000,000/5 -1 in order to determine your starting Hymen Resistance value[/strike] I'm still wrestling with the details of the system, but the central idea (so far) is rolling a pool of 7 dice (4 d6s, 2 d12s and 1 d20) and using that as your pool of resources between three distinct scenes (a 'spaceship' scene, an 'away team' scene and a 'diplomacy' scene. I've yet to come up with appropriately stylish names for the scenes, but you get the idea) - with different actions requiring a different die face value in order to be used (the more powerful the action, the bigger the die face value would need to be).
Setting... well, here, I'll just post the (tentative) introductory crawl:
It's contrived, but it lets me do what I want to do (Namely, have dragons, possessed tractor trailer units, guys in suits and sunglasses and robots that turn into vehicles/combine to form bigger robots [strike]beat the living shit out of each other[/strike] interact with each other in an atmosphere that I hope conveys the sort of desperation & ugliness of World War II (...while being framed similarly to a fighty episode of Star Trek and/or one of the iconic battle scenes from Star Wars).
Have to see how well that works, if I haven't scared people away.
The damage to the ship caused it to accidentally clone Hitler?
sold
If it can cobble together a genetic code for Professor Moriarty, we have the makings of a crazy-awesome Star Trek holodeck episode on a galactic scale.
"I guess when everybody hates you, you just focus on making lousy Hitlers"
You know what? Cut out all the cool-but-generic stuff about alien robots. 'Malfunctioning clone ship that makes Hitlers' = all you really need. Alternatively, if we're going to have alien races, we need at least a hundred more of them.
In the distant future, mankind's final hope for survival is threatened by machines, grand and terrible, that seek to subjugate and destroy. Its only defense is a rag-tag team of scientists, marines, and smugglers-with-hearts-of-gold. There's only one problem... they're all Hitler.
YES
A THOUSAND TIMES YES
Kevin you must immediately start work on Too Many Hitlers: The Game Of Reich
I'm going to implement that idea, though I refuse to be held responsible if I cannot reach the execution potential demanded by it.
Implementation: Hitler = Redshirt (Reich shirt? Har har).
The computer's fragmented concept of the master race has led it to believe that Hitler himself was physically superhuman despite the utter lack of genetic evidence for inhuman attributes or powers in his DNA. Logically, Hitlerclones would be used for any and all missions almost certain to end in death or agony. Why risk using a lesser being unable to handle such stresses?
Thanks, folks.
The crew of the SS Anachronism sails the stars in search of some way to fend off the dangers of the cosmos. Helmsman Amelia Earhart sets the course as science officer P.T. Barnum scans local anomalies. First Officer Genghis Kahn scowls disapprovingly at chief medical officer Gregory House, suspecting him to be addicted to medication provided by the unpredictable Chief of Security, Loki Odinson.
Overwhelmed by the madness of his command, one of the few genetic samples to come through the damages unscathed merely stares blankly at the viewscreen and shakes his head. Captain James, formerly Jim From Accounting in a low-level aquarium cleaning company, muttered something about finding their way back to home base by leaving another trail of Hitlers.
The command is dutifully relayed by Communications Officer Glenn Beck, albeit embellished with insinuation that First Officer Kahn is a Grinder.
guys if we play this and everyone else is someone famous, I totally want to be Jim From Accounting, regardless of rank.