squandered world

Smile of Hiroshima, Santiago Caruso

Throne of Chaos, Santiago Caruso

crumbling ashes of a mummified planet, forgotten about itself. drifting mounds of hills which curl and crash as waves on rocky strewn shoulders of dead titans, maws open teeth stench gurgling up from dank pits of their stomachs, from which infernal parasites creep. smoldering campfires left behind mimicking in tiny form the blackened ruins of villages, and if the weary gaze too long tiny memories of faded souls whimper from within.

nothing grows but black brambles and stunted weeds. place to place each drifts lazily into the sky, rubbish of tables and stone and broken bodies floating freely in paths sucked into the near white orb. no true humanity beneath the searching eyes of stars, only withered half-mutant camps clustered in dung hiding in shadows, half shelters, just roofs really, slapped together of tarps and rotten wood and scraps of rust-pocked metal, lonely among the constant dust storms,  there is no day, no night, only the faint drab light which trickles through inky dark.

strange technology and relics are sometimes dug up in the ashes, offering some faint senile help or hateful curse to those hopeless enough to tinker with it. hoarders with rotten teeth offer scraps of silk, dried meat, and embers nurtured to life in clay pots in return for cold obsidian necklaces etched with queer runes and knives which turn blood to fertile soil.

the last clutches of humanity fear to leave their tiny sanctuaries of tenuous life, for just beyond sight of home creep whispered rumors of child faces in the sand, worm puking skin blisters, hands in the night which stroke and soothe, insectile skittering, cannibal tendencies spreading like disease..

but some do, a few who can't stay and watch the pitiful last remains of human ilk fester. they wander, suicidally throwing themselves against the forces which dance. hunters who hope without to recapture some idea of what has happened, or to lash out in frustration against the wall of infinite unknowing.

ATTRIBUTES:
3d6 each, record score and mod
3:         -2
4-6:      -1
7-14:     0
15-17: +1
18:      +2

STR- violence, overpowering, hatred
CON- enduring, body, health
DEX- cleverness, agility, flexibility
WIS- awareness, connection, hope, pity

HP: hit dice add CON modifier, first level only.

FILTH: measure of incorporeal cosmic sin & degradation. constantly in flux. gained for a variety of things which stain the mind/body/soul. removed by purification. high amounts of filth cause mutations and strange effects. diabolists use filth as currency for their spells, others gain it as a result of dabbling in esoterica.
filth is mostly bad, but some good things can result from it. filth modifiers work according to this chart:
0-2: +/-0
3-5: +/-1
6-8: +/-2
9-11: +/-3
12-14: +/-4
15-17: +/-5
18: +/-6

when characters are told to gain filth roll 2d6: 6- +3 filth, 7-9 +2 filth, 10-11 +1 filth, 12 no filth
filth starts at zero unless otherwise stated.

ARMOR CLASS: 9+DEX modifier+armor bonus

LEVEL UP:
buy a level by spending 12*lvl XP. (2nd costs 24XP, 3rd costs 36XP, 4th costs 48XP etc). Levels may not be skipped and only one level may be gained per session.

XP is gained by repaying favors, learning secrets, or extracting true names of things, which often come in the shape of strange trinkets buried deep in the catacombs which fill the soil, though sometimes they may be locked within the heads of people, or encoded in lost tales. The players search for these scraps of meaning which increases their connection to the dying world and feeds a growing hunger for more secrets.

Every hidden object, learned secret, repaid favor, or discovered true name has a die value (d4, d6, d8, d10, d12, or d20) which is rolled with the thing is shared.

when leveling up:
-roll hit die and add value. CON mod is only added at the first level.
-roll d20 for each attribute, if it goes over score get +1 to that score.
-Choose: reduce filth to max of next lowest value, raise filth to lowest of next highest value.

CLASSES

Labyrinth Maker, Santiago Caruso

NOBLE- possibly the far flung descendants of elves, whose blood has mixed nearly out of existence, but in whom some faint glimmer of magick remains. Their bodies are bony and grey, spiderwebbed by pale blue veins, hair like spidersilk, teeth flat, eyes black. Their faces carry a shred of pride locked within a mask of emptiness.
They are waiters, whisperers, and watchers. The moon and sun have abandoned the earth but they name the dimly winking stars as the growing list of dead. Nobles have no shared culture or language, but stride from this land to that in search of a shadow which follows them. Nobles hide secret names and emblems to identify themselves. They know what comes next.

Gain: four minor knowledges of far away places, a crest symbolizing your purity.
If this symbol is lost corruption begins to spread through the blood and. Gain filth each day. Do not reduce. The day 18 filth is reached transform into horror absolute. The Noble is lost.


damage dice: d6
hit dice: d6

roll 3 dice on starting equipment. Select that item or an item to either side for each roll.

abilities:
-PURITY: So long as they have their crest any time a noble rolls gains filth, reduce filth by 1. when a noble sleeps subtract 1 filth from total.

-PSIONICS: all nobles develop some kind of psionic ability, for which they are feared and given consideration. all psionic abilities can be used once per day, per level, minus FILTH modifier (so a level 4 noble with 11 filth can only use their ability once, instead of 4 times)

roll 2d8

2. time well- (instant) psychically generates up to a man-sized depression in time-space anywhere within sight, increasing or decreasing the relative speed of things within it. Spend more casts to affect more/bigger things. The time well can be made to stick to a target or stay in one spot. Lasts d4*10+wis minutes
-hasted targets gains an extra attack, +1 ac, and +1 to dex rolls, and x2 movement speed.
-slowed targets can only move OR attack each turn, but not both, have -1 ac, -1 on dex rolls, and move at half their normal rates.

Can also be used to slow or speed up falling or moving things/peoples. A falling person can be made to float safely to the ground, a flying arrow's speed can be supercharged by passing through the time well, increasing its damage die size by one.

3-4. psychokinesis- (instant, range: 25') user can manipulate up to 10ibs*level of material with their mind, slowly pushing/pulling it, carrying it around, or hurling it with force. A platter carrying objects could be made to follow user. A hurled sling or arrow could be caught in midair and launched back. A knife could be flung from a table across the room. Fine-tuned movements require considerable concentration and time. It's much easier to drag something heavy or fling something light than say fit a key into a lock. If concentration is disrupted the power ends.

5. restore- (round) by meditating deeply the user can send tendrils of their life energy into the target via touch and sew wounds closed. Incredibly chilling and sickening feeling on part of recipient. remove 1 wound, lower a mangle 1 in severity. Poison or disease can be encapsulated in a polyp which is passed through the recipient's digestive tract.

Each 10 minutes of contact heals 1 point of damage up to user's level.
Removing poison or disease depends on extent of malignancy, from 30 minutes for a weak poison to several days for a life-threatening cancer.

6-7. quickstep- (instant) the geometries of space bend, all attacks have 50% chance to miss, 1 use point per turn this ability is maintained. user can also spend a point to instantly step up to half their movement speed in any direction (can go over any gaps between, even up onto ledges, but not through solid walls).

8-9. command- (action) in a booming voice with a character and pride unfamiliar to this world the user makes a single command of one capable of language. The hearer makes a saving throw (the type is dependent on their disposition to the user) or is forced to complete the action to the best of their ability, even against their own will.

10-11. psychic invasion- (round, range 30') user inserts a section of their consciousness into a target's mind, from this position they can shut down their target's senses and attempt to take over their body. target. (the target gets a saving throw to resist). during this time neither user nor target may take no other actions. roll d6 to determine effect. add +1 to roll for each consecutive turn spent inside target's mind.

if target dies some way other than by the effect of the user's psychic invasion user must make saving throw vs death or have their own mind split in two, rendering them in a coma until their mind is restored.

1-3. bind. both target and user may take no other actions as their minds wrestle for control.
4-5. shut down sense. target loses one random sense for d6 turns.
6-8. psychic torture. inflict d6 psychic damage to WIS
9. coma. target drops unconscious for d6 turns.

12. erase memory; (instant) the noble's eyes pierce the target's veil, scorching away all memories from the current day. Target falls unconscious for ten minutes as their mind attempts to restart.

13. sever motor function, (instant) target's motor function is severely inhibited and must make a saving throw at -2 to perform any action including walking and talking. A failed throw means the target collapses in a heap of flailing limbs and gibberish.

14. seed of the wretch, after a lengthy spiraling convoluted conversation which hints at secrets shared between user and target, a noble may leave a fragment inside target's mind. target gains 1 filth each day until death occurs or seed is removed.

15. take control, user gains control of target's mind for d6+target HD hours and can control their body, mind, and memories the way they control their own. the user's consciousness is effectively duplicated in the target's body. each hour the target is allowed to make another attempt to regain control of their body. after the allotted time, if the target has not regained control, their mind is erased and permanently replaced with a copy of user's.
this clone of the user is able to form their own memories from this point on, and their personality, filth score, and experiences may diverge as necessary. during the first year of life the player may control the copy exactly as they control their original character.
after the first year the copy rolls a loyalty score like a normal henchman.
after that the copy makes loyalty checks like a normal henchman, and may eventually desert or betray the original.
both minds do not share thoughts, but are capable of detecting the presence and direction of their 'other' if they are within ten miles of each other.

16. sever life, target saves vs. death or dies.

HERMIT-

wandering wasteland ascetics whose perpetual self-harm brings them closer to the muttering madness of a lost god. Hermits seek enlightenment through union with a personal crawling void. In wonderings they seek the dissolution of frailty, in obsequence the restoration of life. They dwell quietly in the virtue of pity and make piteous all things around them, so to bring forth joy. The total abandon of hope may yet awaken a strength beyond loss.

maintaining a deep connection with the gibbering of their god(s) is of utmost importance to a hermit. they are compelled to enact all demands whether real or false which they glean from the understanding of this gibbering. for this reason many consider hermits to be both sources of all knowledge and truth, and deluded, dangerous heretics.

damage dice: d4
hit dice: d6

roll 2 dice on starting equipment

abilities:
-FLAGELLANT: once/day, hermits may spend a number of health through lashing, burning, cutting, strangling, or other self-destructive methods, to remove that many filth from anybody (including themselves). hermits may spend 5hp to remove curses, afflictions (poison, blindness..), 1 point of attribute loss, or other effects as curse diseases.

-REPENTANT: through an act of deep prayer and meditation a hermit may beseech their god(s) to bestow healing life-force upon any wounded. spend 1-for-1 filth to increase anybody's hp. spend 4 filth to reduce a mangling by 1 severity level, or to erase 1 wound.

-COMMUNION: once/day a hermit can enter a state of deep meditation for d6 hours, in which they become completely numb to all outside stimuli and have a natural ac of 13. during this time the hermit may listen to the gibbering voice of their god(s) for any helpful information. ask what you want to know.
(GMs should ask questions as the god to understand the meaning and context of the query but give only one answer of vague images, shapes, and sensual impressions)

-PIETY: whilst a hermit maintains a STARVING condition they gain a number of tokens equal to the days they have been STARVING. these tokens can be spent to heal d6hp on any target (including themselves). casting this healing takes only minutes. upon eating any nourishment a hermit loses all unspent tokens. Tokens may also be spent to prevent incoming damage on self or ally within sight.

EMBITTERED
Guilt-ridden brooding cyclopses and maneaters torn between a thirst for flesh and a need for solitude and peace. The Embittered seek low dark lonely places to gaze deeply at the question of suffering, but their dwellings are often foiled by the intrusions of others. The Embittered use their bulk to lash out violently against perceived threats. They feel no pain of the flesh. They explore the tunnels in the earth searching for reprise and thus know some of its shallower secrets.

In their search for respite and freedom the Embittered sometimes happen upon a band of wanderers and follow them for weeks, observing them from afar to learn the ways of other folk. In time the Embittered may join the group as a bodyguard or watcher. They never seem to sleep, only gaze.


damage die: d8
hit dice: d12

roll 1 die on Starting Equipment.

abilities:
-STRANGLING GRIP: If wounded either physically or emotionally by a smaller creature the Embittered may enter a rage once per day. During this rage the Embittered may scoop up their victim and begin strangling the life from it. The victim must pass a CON save each round or have their windpipe crushed. During this rage the victim is at the helpless mercy of the Embittered. the Embittered may not move or react to any other stimuli, only crush, but has +2 armor. The rage may end prematurely if the Embittered suffers damage equal to half its max HP. After such an episode the Embittered falls into a dark depression in which they may not speak. This depression may be ended with a Deep Gaze.

-WILD BLOWS: In combat, upon successfully killing a smaller foe in a single hit the Embittered must immediately make an additional attack upon another target at d12 damage. If that target is killed the Embittered must make another attack until a target is not instantly killed. If another target, either friend or foe, cannot be found the Embittered falls into a dark depression in which they may not speak. This depression may be ended with a Deep Gaze.


-DEEP GAZE: the Embittered may deeply gaze for an hour at anything thing, or upon any subject, inner or outer. At the end of this gaze the Embittered receives a single word which contains the meaning, purpose, nature, value, or property of the thing gazed upon. After this the Embittered is considered to know the subject and in the future the subject may whisper further sympathies.

If the subject of the Deep Gaze is a small harmless animal that animal may become a companion to the Embittered. This companion is psychically linked to the Embittered and they share each other's pain. The companion may act on the Embittered's behalf, transmit thoughts to them, and nurture each other. If the companion is killed the Embittered loses one HD max HP and falls into a dark depression in which they may not speak. This depression may be ended with a Deep Gaze but the HP is lost forever.

-SILENT EMPATHY: If the Embittered sits and calmly strokes a dying creature as they pass from this realm they gain one empathy token. This empathy token may later be spent to lower a Mangling by one severity level, to prematurely halt a Wild Blows, or to calm an enraged person or creature. The Embittered may only have one empathy token at a time.

HARMONY

STARTING EQUIPMENT
The world is blasted and pock-marked by endless falling meteors. The vast oceans are lank and black and lifeless. All industry and creation has been abandoned. Nothing new is being made, except scrap halfheartedly mashed together to meet an immediate need. There is no concept such as money or bartering. Everyone has a thing they crave or yearn for and valuable objects are traded for favors and secrets.

accessory:
1. softly glowing shard, necklace
2. vial, weak acid
3. condensed, metal
4. vegetable/dessicated
5. frayed shirt
6. skullcap of dried fungus
7. tasteless sprout grit
8. two flint arrows
9. obsidian knife
10. tallow candle
11. small pouch, 3 pewter coins, different currencies
12. a chipped cup
13. a clay doll
14. tumor growth
15. one ruined eye
16. rotting teeth

spinning dogs

direction of consciousness seems out of reach in recent days. my mind flutters with sounds and images and i chase each and every one in turn, until i'm spinning lost in a sea of sensory output. nothing is in focus, and all options present themselves to me at once.

should i go for a walk? cook food? play with dog? write a story? work on coding? on my game projects? learn how to widdle? play a song on the guitar? read? throw rocks by the river bed? smoke a cigarette? have a beer--no, those are nasty habits you're trying to break!

 what when where how? where are my friends? where am i going? where did i even come from?
now here are worries, incompetence, ineptitude, paranoia, maladjustment, rebellion against it all, dash it to the ground, and get up, and get paralyzed all over again.

get up from seat, walk outside, walk back inside, sit down, get up, drink coffee, drink  water, sit down, get up, take piss whirl whirl whirl non-stop

all the while shallow breaths my paranoid mind tell me is lung cancer, and my higher mind knows is just a panic attack that lasts hours and i dont even know its happening? can someone simply have a life-long panic attack? when is my peneal gland gonna burn out from all this overclocking?

what is this temporary pang of pain between long spurts of darkness that bookend each life? is this the fitful nightmare of an infinite chaos being that warps and surges between layers of 'existence' where a supreme and limitless being, alone in its perfection, and neurotic in its loneliness, dreams up for itself a breaking off of conscious pieces, each fragmented segment a tiny lie of finitude with which to provide itself with friends?

if my brain is just one eye with which the infinite looks at itself, why am i stupid and mean? is this sack of separate-but-not-apart that i operate subtracted from the wholeness of the whole and the purpose of its one mean existence is to work on perceiving that whole? a giant game of hide and seek, the infinite hiding from itself and chasing itself all around up and down fingers clutching but never finding a good grip. a dog running round in circles trying to catch its own tails, so fast that the air friction causes a super nova, and an infinite number of pseudo-doglike images explode outward, each generating their own light heat and weight by way of the very force of the realness of their own hallucination to themselves

oh look a hundred trillion glowing spinning dogs they look like stars

and what about that march of man from the past into the future, a future so open and wild that it strikes down the present with its own grandeur. grand in that the future can offer possibilities. what sucks now can be different in that speculative when.

these thoughts lead to no useful end, they're only spinning dogs themselves, round and round in circles in the eldritch dance of an infinite idiot gone mad from loneliness. as above so below.
how many mythologies start with a splitting, breaking, a separating, cacophony, a song, a dance, a shout, a blast?
how many mythologies include a revolving cast of frantic characters trying to butcher each other because of the ineptitude of a cosmic idiot?

you can dedicate your life to unraveling the mysteries of the unknowable, maybe leaving a few threads behind that the next wanderer can pick up from.
you can do nothing with your life, and just shovel in insipid garbage that makes you sick until you die.
but how different are these options really? the cosmic idiot doesn't know any better than we do. there's no law, no reason, because in its searching for Another the One has forgotten to set any boundaries for itself. it seems like a human idea to think that one can come to perfect wisdom by obtaining perfect knowledge. outside the realm of human dreaming perfect knowledge doesn't exist. the universe itself cant even decide what it wants to be. we may be able to look at human-sized pieces of it here and there and go 'this truth is steady enough to hang your hat on' but you're wrong, in the grander not-human-sized scheme, and that truth is already in the process of taking itself apart. perhaps in this segment of History light is the fasted thing around, but in the next one it might be sound. what would a universe in which the vibrations 'sound' is faster than the vibrations 'light' look like?

perhaps its beings would surf on the rolling waves of data as they flow and crash into one another, forming whirlpools and pockets where altering currents meet, and out of those currents vibrate other, more unique, more unstable varieties of note, timber, sustain.. floating insects in a swiftly flowing stream, little leaves and stones that sink, but expanding out in all directions. what would replace gravity? heat? notes and phrases which give shape to memetic bursts and plays on words.

their consciousness arrives not from interacting atoms, but by the nature of the song of which it is part. it plays itself, releases other themes similar but different, slight alterations each time, as it begins to end and fade. the whole song the universe a procedurally generated, audience participatory, symphony.

i'm not the first person to have these thoughts. they've been had since humans first had thoughts. they probably were the first thoughts, and they very well could be the last ones.

not enough sleep, too much coffee, no focus, all directions. i need to stick to a thing, one thing, for a while. a raft to cling to. build discipline. make a practice, a craft the Craft of Life. the invention of generating life. can that give me a way through?

i don't really have want of anything, and as a person in a country where wanting things is the only thing, i find myself faking wanting things for the sake of others. i don't have aspirations to rule, to own, to command, to demand. i only want to be, to play in the grass, to study insects, to write poems, to tend a garden, to laugh and sing and not feel abashed to be myself.

what do you want out of life? where are you going? marriage, elections, careers, news, culture, movements, events, parties, relationships, do we have to focus on them all? can't i just strain out the garbage and keep the things the add value to my existence? the irony is that in trying to do so you eventually alienate yourself from others. i want a life spent well in the celebration of my fellow humans, not trying to get one up, or prove them wrong, or make a name for myself, or impress them with my suave and carefully cultivated deficit of being with the gaudy baubles of power offered by the expectations of others.

human society has grown huge and bloated, it is now impossible to have the interpersonal relationship that generations past took for granted. we are splintered into individual cells in seperate petri dishes, communicating fragments of information to each other wirelessly. brains in jars attempting to share an existence that is interrelated by us all being in jars, but wholley different from each other's perceptions. each jar facing different directions, linked into different wavelengths. the tower of babel crumbles and we all wander off grumbling confused.

so with no direct interpersonal relations which people immediately within reach, sharing their knowledge through direct experience of each others lives, we are left with facsimiles with which we arrive at our own disproportionate conclusions, & judgments, on them. what their life looks like through the filter of ours, and what we think our life looks like to them through the filter of our own experience on theirs. a double facsimile! how anxious it is to oscillate between all these meaningless fabrications! how difficult it is to just cut away the data addled obfuscation and get down to the direct experiencing.

people misunderstand each other terribly. every time one opens one's mouth, a misunderstanding is had, because nobody is working with the same dictionary. we all have our own perceptions and meanings that we work from, and sadly we assume others are working from our personal understanding. you say a word like 'love' and depending on a persons historical experience of things related to 'love' they'll have different thoughts on it. even americans within the same culture have completely different ideas of what it means, treachery, deceit, safety, dominance, sex, unity, hope, violence, anxiety. even within the same person it can mean different things!

i once read an example in the Lost Art of Listening by Michael P Nichols. a couple decide to have fun and play a game of tennis. one grew up in an aristocratic household who took tennis very seriously, they got dressed up in the clothes and sweat bands, brought top-of-the-line rackets, and played a hard nosed game where there were definite winners and losers. the other grew up in a different sort of family, where they took their beat up rackets from a garage sale and a few ratty balls theyve had for years, and smacked them around, ignoring the rules of the game, and not keeping score, until everyone was tired or bored and went home.

this couple gets together to play and because of their different expectations they disagree on how the right way to play is!
"you take this too seriously, you're no fun! who cares what the score is, as long as we have fun?"
"you're a slob! do it right! you said you wanted to play tennis, well let's play! its my ball!"

throw in a difficult subject like jealousy or the future or boundaries, a dash of social mores and expectations, and the human ability to feel wronged or attacked and defensive, and its a wonder we've accomplished anything at all.

this is, of course, 90% cultural. it'd be just as possible to have a society structured around relations, and understanding, with modes of problem solving built into our very language, but unfortunately that's not the route human history has taken yet. we're still slogging through the gunk rude crude difficult part of forming large and complex societies. the hard part isn't the making, we've obviously gotten that far, the hard part is what we haven't figured out--what to do when you spend your whole life surrounded by complete strangers!

i'd date the birth of the modern world to WW2; everything since has been living in the rubble of that. the atom bomb killed god. then came the internet. it hasn't been very long yet. look at how long it's been since the romani left india! look at how their culture has developed over the course of its criss-crossing the globe. they've learned how to be what they are based on the type of society they've been a part of. the global megacultures of today haven't had that time, and are only now beginning to come against the great barriers to our megasocieties. other types of societies have had plenty of time to work on their barriers.

once upon a time you might only meet a couple hundred people in your life, never go more than a dozen miles from home, sedentary agriculturalists are the forefathers of our society. they never developed the proper tools to deal with the Other. thus we have nationalism, barbarians, racism, violence and confusion and the desire to 'protect' what's 'ours'. perhaps if, instead of sedentary agriculturalism, humanity had evolved complex tribes of nomads we'd have tools and sciences dedicated to being and sharing.

but we don't! to try and jump directly there is a mistake, or is it? the dangerous ones that throw caution to the wind and try are the ones that inevitably push culture forward, right?
but then i don't. i'm a scared person trying to protect that tiny ember inside me from the harsh winds of loveless night, just like everybody else. i can't throw caution to the wind and spill myself because--well, i never learned how! it wasn't taught to me, i have to figure it out on my own. to do that, i have to embarrass myself and make lots of mistakes and wander off into a tall thicket of unexplored land, blaze my own trails, and that especially feels like going off alone! even if i'm doing it to try to make more meaningful connections with others!

the difficulty people have taking the time to listen to and understand each other is, drum roll, the reason we have difficulty understanding. we can't understand if we don't try to understand! we can't understand without willfully pushing our ego aside and earnestly trying to empathize (sympathize?) with another person's viewpoint.

the thing i always have to remind myself is this: 'this person doesn't want to hurt you, they're not trying to be a nuisance. they're not overstepping their boundaries, withholding their thoughts, lying, cheating, or attacking simply for bloodsport. they're doing it for reasons that they find perfectly acceptable, and maybe even desirable, at the  time of them doing it. obviously they have no idea about your version of reality, how could they? just do your best to see what they're getting at, and maybe that'll help them to do the same." even if i'm wrong, i could make much worse assumptions than that. if i come at it from a position of love and kindness, then i've come from a position that is open and accepting. i can't possibly fall to far, because i've already built myself a life raft.

in less words, we all really want the same thing. love and trust and understanding and companionship. anything i can do that helps others feel that way around me, will help me to feel that around others. give and give (not take).

practice admitting fault, even if you don't feel that you're at fault. there's no cosmic genius doling out guilt, only our individual, personal judges that make decrees based on our past clashes. this means that if a person has a problem, they have a real and factual problem as they understand it. there's no Truth only truths, as its often said. the rubric we use is a one of our own devising. figure out the truths they're using and you've overcome 9/10ths of the problem.

we're just a bag of ragtag slag, bragging and haggling, with a sag a scrag and sometimes a shag (and eventually sagging shags, and if we're lucky the occasional scrag shag). i don't mean to nag, but to-dag we gag, and tomorrow we snag the stag.
O frabjous day!

Space Age Sorcery

SPACE AGE SORCERY

from the PDF:

"If you’re looking for some wicked-twisted spells that a cyborg sorcerer from a shoggoth-haunted nuclear wasteland might have on-hand or you want to give the next bunch of foul cultists something with a little more oomph than a few magic missile spells, we’ve got you covered. 

Here is a collection of over 100 strange new spells that combine magic and technology in bizarre, unsettling and often horrific ways best suited to Lovecraftian Space Opera, Eldritch Cyberpunk, Post-Apocalyptic Sword & Planet campaigns, settings or games."

I love the hyper-science 80s cartoony feel of these spells. Might work well for a planetary picaresque. Most of them are combat oriented.

a couple monster ideas

changeling and succubi/incubi are fun. weird things that fuck with your perception and secretly work to murder you. i don't like how succubi are always played as sexy women who want to fuck men to death, seems uncomfortable and objectifying to me, so here's a different way to do it.

CHANGELING
psychic parasite, cultivated by elves. after stealing a fetus/infant/child sometimes they implant/replace it with a changeling to avoid detection. latches onto guardian host (often times mother, but any guardian its most in contact with). host becomes incapable of being seperated from baby, obsesses over it, eventually growing paranoid and caustically protective, afraid that any and everybody is out to hurt them/the parasite. the parasite feeds on these feelings and uses these twisted ideas to form a disguise of a harmless, though particularly emotionless, child. implying the child is anything but ire draws anger from the host, as does threatening or trying to remove parasite. if parasite is removed from host they will both eventually die. a detect alignment will show chaotic, a reveal trueform will show the parasite in reality (a gray, lanky, slimey, featureless, wrinkled bug eyed thing roughly the size and shape of a child but with remora sucker for a mouth). the truth will rupture the mind of the host. removing a changeling is very difficult.

changeling is the neonate form. it creates paranoia and protectiveness in the host to create a fugue state which forces the host to flee into a deep dark secluded place where the changeling can finally consume the host and gestate. after a period of time the parasite absorbs the mind of the host, using its soul and death energy as fuel to power a quantum 'jump' into the ethereal realm where it becomes a gaseous psychic daemon which wanders the cosmos absorbing sentient radiation from other beings like a filter feeder.

SUCCUBUS
related to changelings. seeks out lonely betrayed depressed individuals and attaches to them, slowly becoming domineering and posessive partners. feeds on absorbing their will energy until the host is completely dependant on them. works basically the same as a changeling, but in reverse, the host is completely dependant on the succubus and in advanced cases cannot be away from the parasite without suffering panic attacks neurosis and self harm. the succubus seeks to gaslight demean manipulate and control all those around them and they worm into the minds of their subjects, replacing all of their memories personality and eventually whole mind with the will of the succubus. succubi will often try to gather more than one host, particularly powerful succubis may be found at the center of some chaos cults.
succubis will stalk their host for weeks, watching them and observing their lives from afar, occassionally trying on different forms and meeting the host to calculate the optimal form for psychic bonding to the host. this form will often take the shape of what archetypal
ideas the host wishes to see in themselves. some succubis take on a weak helpless or desperate form at first to build a bond of trust with the subject, before shifting to control.

changelings and succubuses are not truly intelligent, as they only imitate life and personality based off of the expectations of their prospective host. through the psychic connection they osmosis ideas to use, but cannot create new ideas of their own. once disconnected from their host they revert back to their true form, mindless insectile screeching and vicious. they are, however, easy to kill in this form as they have no other real defenses.

succubis spread by implanting eggs into their host(s) and taking them to a secluded place where the hosts are injected with paralyzing venom. then the succubus leaves. eventually the eggs hatch and eat their way out of the still living hosts, slowly feeding and molting until they reach maturity and disperse.
succubis typically ignore the existance of other succubis. rarely two succubis may compete for the same host, at such time a vicious game of manipulation takes place which often results in the death of all involved.

WORLDEATER: races

i wrote this on my phone when i was working in a warehouse, because while loading trucks my brain had nothing to do while by body was active, so i occupied the chittering monkey with daydreaming about games that don't exist, but might one day. this is all straight off my phone with no real editing.

Dwarves (Thororim)
kinda like paladins they get special earth/holy powers when they act in line with their clans morals. if they betray the clan they can be cast out or forced to pay penance.
near dwarven settlements can call cha*100 dwarves together to accomplish a goal if theyre in good standing w clan

oldest race consider themselves watchers of the earth live in mountains high above tree line in deep fortresses. skin greyblue with hard rocky outcroppings/crystal shards/nodules slate or white hair eyes icy stoney look. neither gender ever cut their hair, men grow long beards. thick heavy sturdy strong. enormous arms 5ft 300ibs no necks round bodies flat noses. dour cheerless but not mean, dont speak much, stoic practice a religion of deep personal connection to allfather, follow strict code of conduct diet, emotion, very conservative, spartan, almost ascetic, overly ostentatious displays of wealth are frowned upon as is crime and drug use. very strict society. every member maintains their own weapons and armor made of orichalcum a special metal that only dwarves known how to mine alloy smith if done improperly it is weak and shatters. using equipment made/maintained by another is weakness which is embarassing. ruled by king. members can recite hours of tales and songs of their forefathers this isnt that fun and is mostly deep dirges full of names.
traditional dwarves are extremely against lying cheating underhandedness they are straightforward and steadfast a little pushy, tend to view others with a paternal severity. halfling saying; "to make a dwarf laugh". very solitary but open up in thr company of other dwarves, will gleefully talk about who their related to and always seem to have somrone in common no matter how far spart theyre from.
dwarves born outside of dwarven society are considered "not really dwarves" because their familial relations are such an integral part of their society. if you have no family youre nothing.
such dwarves will often develop surrogate familys with other races, or else live in complete solitude.
dwarves never die from old age, but when theyve had enough of life they march into the lava pits, or build a pyre to throw themselves on, or throw their lives away in combat, all other deaths are dishonorable.
dwarves are amazing smiths, and while they keep orichalcum for themselves (it degrades rapidly without maintainance) they smith other metals for sale.
their allfather is Numranthúl
traveling dwarves bring microforges with them which can burn twigs hot enough to maintain equipment, during downtime a dwarf can repair damaged equipment, if he has access to metal of the same type, at a rate of 1 point per 3 hours.
dwarf food is famously strong & filling. meat cheese bread thick black beer pickles (pretty much everything is pickled)
dwarvish meals can last for hours with lots of food tales songs not being able to keep up is considered either hilariously wimpy or rude depending on temperment.
dwarves routinely explore the world but rarely toleratr outsiders without credentials or an invitation. even kings, they respect no authority outside their own. a dwarf will sooner face execution than bow to someone who doesnt deserve it. they live forever, who are these children?

abilities
dungeon sense
rockspeak

Elves (star-touched)
strange planeswalkers stranded on planet thousands of years ago. live in enclaves in harsh landscapes,
elves are ethereal dreamy space elemental. they dont sleep but trance out absorbing rays from star sky, can be sustained on darkness alone indefinately, but they cant `dreamwalk` without the sky
have darkvision 60ft. when activated their eyes use light collected from other sources to fill the pupil, it gives off a slight reflective green light.
can see in larger color spectrum than humans
first gendermolt around 20. 50 is prime age. 87-125 is middle age. most live to 200 easily. some get to 300, 400 is rare. Bal`skarr the Starcrosser (the warchief during the Scourge) made it to over 800. ancient legends speak of elves over 4000 years old, say they dont live that long because they miss the light from their homeworld.

olive to black skin, hair white black sky blue dark blue or purple, eyes red (common) blue (uncommon) or golden (rare/treated with suspicion), practice complex ritualized tattooing w ink made from different insect shells that shows up against their skin, continue to slowly tattoo themselves throughout life using bone or wood needles. skin carries secrets. old elves tattooed head to foot in arabesque designs geometric patterns also practice piercing, neck stretching, tongue splitting, scarrification implanting symbiotic moss fungus parasites that give them powers. eat fish snakes spiders frogs eggs birds rodents and gross slimey arthropods that grow in colonies in swamp mud, thus disparaging name mudrakers. practice ancestor worship "all return to the swamp" display ancestors bones in shrines managed by mediums whove had their eyes removed. their magic revolves around necromancy divination tapping into spirits and pulling in/manipulating things from spirit realm & planewalking.
natural psionics: all elves develop at least some psychic ability.
have a related mysterious ethnic minority of nomads that live in noxious miasma filled radioactive shithole treated with scorn by brethren. they wear masks and special suits that allow them to survive and have special boats they live in, follow sludge porpoise migrations.
live 200-250 years change genders a few times over their lives usually 1-4x, pretty androgynous but when female thet grow breasts, have both sets of genitals but they change shape (retract/open) depending on uncontrollable hormonal fluctuations. society has no gender roles. lay eggs in mud which sprout into pods on stalks. nursery cared for by wet nurses who eat nothing but the sap that comes from stalks which cause them to produce milk. sometimes mothers become nurses while their stalks grow but not that common. children considered their own property cared for by nurses until reaching maturity when they molt into first gender. live on stilt houses or boats
in the spirit realm their honorable diefied ancestors become crystalline aspects of perfection "high elves" which grant their magicks power depending on how theyve been honored.
half elves happen when hatchlings mysteriously die, mothers go crazy and sneak out to kidnap a human child. sometimes they leave a changeling in its place (psychic parasite that feeds on maternal fears) and implant the embryo in the eggstalk.
also elf babies are sometimes given/stolen by humans. without the mothermilk of elves they become humanesque (domesticated, like animals raised in captivity)

dead elves can be contacted in the spirit realm once theyve been properly dealt with & the soul has moved on. high elves are usually of a totally alien consciousness and godlike and hate nonelves. elves whos remains arent laid to rest or arent honored with the proper ceremonies become spiteful wights driven mad by their inability to move on.

it takes 2d6+4 weeks before an elf soul 'moves on' once this happens revivification without divine intervention is generally considered repulsive and dangerous.

abilities:
mystic elves can mindflay 1d6+1hp 1 per day per 3 lvls


Halflings
childlike cheerful curious tinkering full of wonder 3 to 4 feet females taller live in forest treehouse colonies, wild/free, practice cannabalism to honor dead, anarchic/communal, no gods dont comprehend religion or work but love to tinker and build things of great complexity, like to take things apart (but not necessarily put it back together). always learning, moving, gathering great with slings bows darts knives. great bushcrafters live in harmony with nature love song and dance. "whos your friend? a dwarf! have you made her laugh yet? keep trying!"


Humans
boring mostly brown or black skin some say a trickster god made them using bits from all the other races. loads and loads of different ethnic groups and languages. make up the culture your character came from or dont, run it by the GM. clash a bunch of disparate real world cultures together or just let GM ask questions, or they/other players ask you questions or everybody just spitball shit and it all gets written down and lots are drawn or make some random tables.

theres a big godking empire of lawful assholes that worship sun god appollyon like egyptian plus christian plus babyllonian whatevers lots of marble and bronze and gold priests wield fire/domination magicks spend long hours staring at the sun til they go blind. leaders wanna rule everything with iron fist. godking is demigod son of appollyon 7 feet tall black skin tough dude with silver eagle helmet and burning eyes
favored weapons are spears. they pray one day the sun will explode and engulf creation and all will return to appollyon. all that isnt appollyon is sin and must burn before him.
most common religion. doesnt like other religions or magicks like christianity they wanna replace evrrything with their monoculture inspiration white cards mtg

orks
came from the underground. -1 in daylight. big flabby froggy hairy apeish dudes with mouths full of teeth big bulbous nose large luminous eyes and horns. worship ancient heathen piggy god zathuggua mortal enemy of appollyon (so says followers of app a relative newcomer)and ride enormous boars. totally carnivorous. love sentient flesh. never stop growing as long as they live always getting bigger and bigger but only live like 40 yrs usually. their society loves tests of strength and combat
a few hundred years ago orks nearly took over everything banding together and torching shit like genghis khan
lots of ork tribes. most dont get along unless theyre in a federation and even then they fight. some less violent friendly orks worship goddess of moon and water shabshab-ur the glittering skywhale.
orks are scattered thru human society but are considered stupid filthy only good for backbreaking labor.
some elves also worship zathuggua and mate with orks to create something horrible.
sometimes humans mate with orks to make half-orks. ork blood is really mutagenic and makes all kinds of defects. half-orks cant breed. they usually end up bandits sorcerers freakshows slaves mercenaries pawnbrokers wanderers but sometimes bankers lawyers and alchemists.
ork welplings open their eyes and learn to scamper within a couple weeks and grow really fast, reaching human size in 7 years.
ork packs are organized by toughness and guile with the leaders at the top.
more beastial orks live nomadically following their boar heards but return to ancient spawning grounds every so often, cyclopian fortresses deep in the mountains or underground.
they like armor and weapons made from metal of the rust belt, crudely welded together jagged bits and spikes wounds from orkish weapons cause nasty infections if not treated immediately.

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dwarves are tangible focused and earth elemental. planetary sentinals, all answer to a central authority, all within a unified, democratic whole a la star trek. unique but for a common matteroffactness and a general lack of humor. apparently have no gender. reproduce by budding: 4 dwarves unite to plan, design, and construct another dwarf by carving a perfectly sculpted one from living stone. once finished it springs to life with a full personality and purpose, embued with a piece of each maker's personality. this is done out of necessity.
immune to first 3 points of all ice & fire damage
+2 CON, stonesense, repair 3, rebuke undead

humans are neutral and can be both/either, mixture of all elements. their race=loud conflict unnowness
halflings are fun joy laughter here-ness buddhist zen metaphor pre-humans
orks are inhumanness. dog instincts turn sentient. pack/domination mentality. what dumb mordern humans think "human nature" is

WORLDEATER: primer

I'm gonna post a swath of jumbled ideas I've had for a setting. MY DWARVES ARE DIFFERENT! the idea is that the races are more than just humans with pointy ears, that they're weird and different and alien. dwarves are earth elementals that breed by a bunch of a dwarves getting together and building a new dwarf and imbuing it/he/them with a portion of their own memories. elves are hermaphroditic natural psychokinetics that turn into extradimensional crystalline machine-beings when they die and breed like jellyfish.

it's low magic but not quite low fantasy, though Fantastique/dark/weird fantasy inspired. dwarves and elves are extremely rare, shunned, and mostly keep to their own villages. most humans keep to their villages, never leaving more than a few miles from home.

but there are those who do, who are called by the wilds, by life on the road. maybe something calls them, maybe they were born 'touched' by mystery, and through no will of their own find their life fraught with death, pushed onto the road by chance. outcasts, wanderers, swords-for-hire, mercenaries, burglars, bandits. these are the adventurers. weird things happen to adventurers, their journeys transform them. coming close to dark magics and mystery warps their bodies and minds over time, separating them even further from a normal existence. the only place the adventurer can exist is on the fringe of society.

on the fringe of that society, on the edges of primordial forests, in places where human society has crumbled or never existed, in the darklands, the borderlands, the places unmapped, forgotten, unmarked by fences, a dramatic change occurs. mystery and magick is born here, reality breaks down, different worlds warp and meld together. tunnels and dungeons spread and grow from the unknown like a mold.


the earth is hollow, with vast tunnel complexes spilling up from hidden places into the surface world, belching forth fiends, spirits, demons, monsters which convert Lawfulness into chaos the way bacteria and funguses and earthworms convert the dead into living soil.

these mystery places exist outside of reason. there's no explaining or understanding the dungeons. science is what the dungeon is not; science is what the dungeon eats. the dungeon feeds by absorbing law. it spawns treasures of its own devising or steals lost things that have fallen into chaos and places them around in its dank secrets.

adventurers go in and bring these things back to earn coin, or they fail and die horribly, their blood feeding the dungeon, and their souls being twisted to power its own machinations. maybe some of these treasures are like fruiting bodies and carry spores of the dungeon with them. imagine the horror of a wealthy merchant when he opens his vault to find that all those magical swords you sold him have transformed into a gaping hole in the ground infested with dream larva.

the dungeon isn't evil--there is no evil or good. there is only chaos and law. law seeks to force reality to fit into a mold, law wants to turn the entire universe to crystalize into one perfect state, unchanging and perfect. chaos seeks to transform the universe into a mass of transforming undulating nothingeverythingness, bubbling and twisting anti-reality dreaming of itself and all possibility.

the balance of the universe is allowed to exist where chaos and law meet and conflict. chaos and law are forces, neither winning out over the other. entropy and negentropy conflicting eternally. life, obviously, cannot exist in a state of pure chaos or pure law, but within that conflict.

Hovhannavank Monastery, Aragatsotn, Armenia

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hermitary; on hermits and solitude

salt meat and fear of failure

salt meat simulator
ant simulator
gorilla simulator

i love simulator games. at first i loved rpgs, then my love developed into roguelikes, and now it has evolved into weird made up simulator games i wish people would make. hyper-involved faux realities that highly emphasize one abstracted form of existence, whilst also enhancing the scripts within those realities that support that abstraction.

i.e. it would be cool if someone made a 'homeless person in a fantasy world' game, where you had to live in weird little tent cities on the edges of medieval villages or become a wandering vagrant/beggar...sometimes you'd wake up in the middle of the night and someone in the camp was a werewolf and mauled somebody. sometimes orcs or slavers wander in, split a skull or two and take a couple children to sell.

maybe the camp gets disbanded by men-at-arms of the local lord and send you scattered, each of the members in time arriving at other villages or cities. maybe you could wander from town to town with a trading caravan, or theater troupe, become a scoundrel? like the beginning of the Sergio Leone movie "Once Upon a Time in America", but set in Middle Earth instead of turn of the century New York, or maybe you could never rise above your station as a lumpen-proletariat, maybe you're trapped as a hobo, slave, petty thief, a henchman being the highest promotion possible? a petty thug or burgler of lower class homes. maybe you could get hired by an upstart thieves guild as extra muscle? the masked brute in a heist, positioned at an alleyway to scare people into going down a different street, ensuring there'd be no passersby to the 'real' thieves' break-in.

What about those goofy tough guy assholes in anime? Those Big Toughs, the royal guards of the local warlords that walk around in town like they own the place, beating up little kids and treating women badly until the hero shows up to put them in their place? Fist of the North Star is full of these guys. Why can't we play as them? What's their motivations?

you stab a priest who's been dipping his fingers in the black lotus shipments that pass through the basement of the local church, pinching a bit too much from the  bosses' pockets. dispose of a body by feeding it to black slimes that live in the sewers.

But I like more the idea of struggling for existence in a world that doesn't care about you. Typically in games you play as Somebody. You're in the world to Do The Thing. In this simulator phantasy, you're lowercase 'nobody' and you're in the World to get kicked around and fail.

Games are, for most people, a chance to lay aside your real life and be somebody important. I think that pays a disservice to your real life. I think games should be about exploring alternatives, and after you're done exploring you can take what you learned apply it to real life. In a game about suffering and failure, you can explore the possibilities of failure and learn from it, be humbled by it. I know that real life is about doing this, but that's difficult and scary and we use every chance we can to avoid our mistakes.

I choose to do it differently. I revel in my failures--no, revel is the wrong word. I accept them as part of growth. Ever since the First Birth (whatever that was, enzymes electrified by plasma or something) decay has come before birth.

So a game about a hard life, where you have nothing to lose but your avatar (at which point you can just make a new one), might give you some tools you can take to real life. Or maybe you can just enjoy in your avatar's suffering, as the crazed demon from another dimension which has possessed them. Such joy can't be fruitless?

I liked Dark Souls because you played a suffering nobody in a suffering world of death. I disliked Dark Souls because the whole point of the game was forcing you to discover The Point. If I were to make Dark Souls it would be about wandering, fleeing, interacting with the suffering of others in a helldeath planet. There would be permadeth. It would be open world. The difficulty would still be there, and you could become a bad ass longcoat still (it would be hard), but the option of doing nothing and being nothing would be emphasized (the path you couldn't take in Dark Souls). And neither would be "better" than the other.

an interview with Berserk artist Kentaro Miura that's nearly 20 years old. I learn how to do things by studying how other people do things, I think that's a pretty natural way. In both chimps and people you learn things by watching others do it. When I read an interview like this, I imagine myself at Kentaro Miura, drawing a graphic fantasy comic about a bad ass hero, what that would look like, what it'd look like if I took my own history and put it into a comic.

Then it starts piecing itself together and I think to myself, what if I actually did that? Took my hopes and anger and fears and put them in a visual format, that's what he did right? That's what all comic artists do.

But my interests don't stop at making comics. Anything where I can create a world, tell a story, express myself. Anywhere but in the "real world" or meat world. The meat world is scarier than the nightmares we dream up, because you can always rewrite the nightmares. You can't rewrite meat world. If you try to do that, you end up with just another nightmare, and meat world is still there. If you try to invalidate meat world you only invalidate yourself.

I played an artsy indie game recently where, at the end, the creator inserts the 'moral' of the story, that games aren't just distractions, that they teach us humbleness by forcing us to deal with problems as-they-are, instead of just wishing they were different. 'Life' and 'Fantasy' aren't so inseparable.

A problem with our society as it is now, and by that I mean the way the world is  as my generation becomes old enough to change things in our own image, is that we spend a lot of time wishing and hoping. I have friends that beat themselves up because they feel impotent, unable to follow their dreams, to do the big things they want, to create, change, evolve, shape, build, all of it. They kick themselves emotionally, and then they kick themselves for kicking themselves, and that drives them deep into a hole. They say things like 'I don't deserve that', even if it's something they want. They feel weakened.

Something in our culture caused this, this is a symptom of a bigger problem. What's the problem? You could probably point to anything and be right in some way. It's the economy, is a common one from sympathetic older folx, but i prefer It's capitalism, but that also feels like a cop out. A right winger I know says It's the lack of strong male figures in child rearing, referring single mothers, and the lack of discipline in child rearing, but I think that it's the very concept of 'discipline' that causes selfishness, and helplessness. Those two things are different expressions of the same nameless pain.

So dreams, and avoidance, and fear, that's what we have when we're paralyzed by things-as-they-are. We can't change them, or think we can't, so we become fearful, and in our fear we become afraid to act, because what if we fail? What if we take up arms against a reality that rejects us, and fail in doing so? Where do we fall to? Most people don't know rock bottom. The rock bottoms they've experienced have been cognitive rock bottoms, places they've gotten to and told themselves 'this is rock bottom'. In reality there is no true rock bottom, and things can always get worse.

It's easy to imagine a possible reality in which life is even more of a hell than it is now, so that it becomes pointless to try to imagine those realities. Instead, we can look at where-we-are-now and what the next step down from there, because it's that difference between now and worse off that creates the damage that shift causes.
Or even better we can throw away the yoke of that fear and start fresh.

A quote from Berserk: "Dreams. Each man longs to pursue his dream. Each man is tortured by this dream, but the dream gives meaning to his life. Even if the dream ruins his life, man cannot allow himself to leave it behind. In this world, is man ever able to possess anything more solid, than a dream?"

Here's another: "If you can't even live your life as you want, you should just die."

I think the advice is sound. People hold themselves back with imagined barriers too much. I can't is such a dangerous thing to say to yourself, and we all do it. I know I do it every day. You do it, and if you're shaking your head no, then you probably do it all the more. We have at our disposal, for the first time in recorded history, the complete base of human knowledge at our finger tips, in an easily accessible format. You can, with a little effort, learn to do anything.

Unfortunately people hear the second part of Guts's brash statement (the dying), and not the first part (the living). Don't choose death, choose life. Do what you want. You're the only thing you have to answer to at the end of the day. This isn't an excuse to act selfishly, but to act naturally. Do what comes naturally. YOUR hate YOUR pain. The fear that holds you back is the collective voice of all the fucked up shit telling you I can't, the poisonous juice of the black lotus which lulls you into dreaming death. I'm talking about admitting to your own will and ego, instead of living in a lie that sugars it up for others, or suffering in the lies of other's sugars.

You VS. the Fear (just look at that sword)

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