<![CDATA[RPG Solo Forums - All Forums]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/ Tue, 12 May 2026 13:18:47 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Thanksgiving 2025 - One Page Holiday]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Thanksgiving-2025-One-Page-Holiday Wed, 26 Nov 2025 20:10:36 +0000 Teviko604]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Thanksgiving-2025-One-Page-Holiday I was looking for a nice, relaxing, short game to play and post for Thanksgiving this year.  What I found instead was One Page Holiday by M. Kirin.

One Page Holiday is a drawing game where you are trying to escape a holiday-themed killer who is stalking you in your dreams (nightmares). Throughout the game, you will be creating a collage of your encounters based on randomly generated prompts.  Let's get started!

Starting with a blank letter-size sheet of paper, I pick a number between 1 and 6 and write it in a box in the middle of the page.  This is my Lucky Number. I chose 3, for the trinity.  Whenever I roll it, I draw a Symbol of Luck on my page.  I can choose whatever I want for this symbol, and I choose a cross.

I start the game with one Symbol. Whenever I am prompted to X a Luck, I cross out a Symbol.  If I accidentally write over something that I already drew on my page, I cross out a Symbol. If I want to change the number I roll by 1, I can cross out a Symbol of Luck to do so.  If I ever need to X a Luck but don't have a Symbol available . . . Well, that's something I'd rather not think about.

[Image: Start.jpg]

Next, I create my character by rolling two d6 dice (all rolls will be with a d6).  The premise of the game is that my character has a flaw, and this roll will determine what it is. 4: I Lied . . .   1: About the end of the world.   Okay, I can have fun with this.  I'm a member of a doomsday cult. I need to write this on my page.

[Image: character.jpg]

I don't think this needs to be said, but I think it's clear from scripture that if Jesus didn't know when the world would end (Matt. 24:36), we won't either . . . nor does my pastor.

Finally, I need to create the killer, also known as the Spirit of Thanksgiving.  Referring to the correct month (November), I roll one die for their mask or disguise (6: Turkey) and one for their weapon (3: Knife and fork).  Turn the page around and draw the killer.

[Image: spirit.jpg]

I fall asleep and enter the spirit realm.  On the page, I write down my last thought before going to sleep.

[Image: Last%20Words.jpg]

From now on, I roll a die, write the number in the margin of my page, read the prompt, and draw/write what it tells me to.

[5] You dream of the ruins of humanity. There is no life in sight. Everything is eerily quiet. Inside an abandoned building, you find boxes upon boxes of holiday decorations. In marker, overdraw a large box the size of your hand. (I made a fist to make it smaller.)

[Image: 5.jpg]

[6] X one luck. You fight back against the Spirit—and you’re hurt! Roll 1d6, then in red draw that many splotches of blood.

[Image: 6.jpg]

[3] You dream of yourself outside a house. You look through the window to find people in hoods standing in a circle. Slowly, one of them turns to see you. In marker, overdraw a cross that spans the entire page.  (I rolled a three, so I draw another Symbol of Luck cross. Also, this prompt instructs me to "overdraw".  Whenever I am told to "overdraw" or "overwrite", I can cross over a previous item without having to X out a Luck.)


[Image: 3.jpg]

[4] You dream of being trapped inside a box. You cannot breathe. You panic. You are afraid—and yet, this feels like a fitting punishment for someone like you. Draw a long box and then fill it with your thoughts. (Fun fact: This is one of my greatest fears.)

[Image: 4.jpg]

In retrospect, I missed a great opportunity here to relate my thought to my character's flaw.  "The world is actually ending . . . for ME!"

[2] You dream of the perfect holiday with family and friends… until something tragic or simply horrible happens. Write or draw what ruined this holiday for you.

[Image: 2.jpg]

A few things happen on this next roll.  I roll a 6. Since I've already rolled a six, I add a 6 and read [66]. That prompt doesn't thrill me, so I X my last Symbol of Luck and drop the roll down to 5.  This is my second 5 of the game, so I read [55].

[55] You dream of the wasteland. You spot another survivor in the distance, you run to them—only to see them die at the hands of the Spirit. Using your non-dominant hand and in red, write the dying words of that survivor.

[Image: 55.jpg]

[22] Everywhere you go you see the holiday. Everyone is happy and celebrating—but you can’t handle seeing it. In marker, overdraw a symbol of this holiday; making sure it’s as big as your hand. (Second 2 and I can overdraw.)

[Image: 22.jpg]

[555] The person you love most is dying in your arms. In their final breath, they warn you that you must kill the Spirit or else everything will end. In marker, draw the only weapon that can kill the Spirit.

[Image: 555.jpg]

[5555] (I know what die to grab if I ever need to roll a 5.) In search of the weapon to kill the Spirit, you dream of a bunker. You see a clock ticking down with no way to stop it. Time is running out. The end of the world is coming. In red, draw the countdown clock or write how much time you have left. 


[Image: 5555.jpg]

[44] No matter how far you run, you relive your failures and mistakes one after another. The Spirit appears suddenly, walking you into a corner. Overdraw a large circle on one corner of the page.

[Image: 44.jpg]

[444] The Spirit catches you and takes you into a dream filled with endless torture. They hurt you over and over. Using your non-dominant hand, write the words that escape your lips in between cries of pain.

[Image: 444.jpg]

[55555 – Apocalypse End] You failed to stop the Spirit and your nightmare is about to become reality. You wake up to a world engulfed in chaos. What ended life as you knew it? Roll 1d6: (5) Creatures from beyond the darkness of space invaded.  You are not dead. Not yet. In red, overwrite or overdraw what you see now: at the beginning of the end.

[Image: 55555.jpg]

And here is the full collage, turned one way, then the other.

[Image: End1.jpg]
 
[Image: End2.jpg]
Happy Thanksgiving!

_______________
Philippians 4:5b-6
]]> I was looking for a nice, relaxing, short game to play and post for Thanksgiving this year.  What I found instead was One Page Holiday by M. Kirin.

One Page Holiday is a drawing game where you are trying to escape a holiday-themed killer who is stalking you in your dreams (nightmares). Throughout the game, you will be creating a collage of your encounters based on randomly generated prompts.  Let's get started!

Starting with a blank letter-size sheet of paper, I pick a number between 1 and 6 and write it in a box in the middle of the page.  This is my Lucky Number. I chose 3, for the trinity.  Whenever I roll it, I draw a Symbol of Luck on my page.  I can choose whatever I want for this symbol, and I choose a cross.

I start the game with one Symbol. Whenever I am prompted to X a Luck, I cross out a Symbol.  If I accidentally write over something that I already drew on my page, I cross out a Symbol. If I want to change the number I roll by 1, I can cross out a Symbol of Luck to do so.  If I ever need to X a Luck but don't have a Symbol available . . . Well, that's something I'd rather not think about.

[Image: Start.jpg]

Next, I create my character by rolling two d6 dice (all rolls will be with a d6).  The premise of the game is that my character has a flaw, and this roll will determine what it is. 4: I Lied . . .   1: About the end of the world.   Okay, I can have fun with this.  I'm a member of a doomsday cult. I need to write this on my page.

[Image: character.jpg]

I don't think this needs to be said, but I think it's clear from scripture that if Jesus didn't know when the world would end (Matt. 24:36), we won't either . . . nor does my pastor.

Finally, I need to create the killer, also known as the Spirit of Thanksgiving.  Referring to the correct month (November), I roll one die for their mask or disguise (6: Turkey) and one for their weapon (3: Knife and fork).  Turn the page around and draw the killer.

[Image: spirit.jpg]

I fall asleep and enter the spirit realm.  On the page, I write down my last thought before going to sleep.

[Image: Last%20Words.jpg]

From now on, I roll a die, write the number in the margin of my page, read the prompt, and draw/write what it tells me to.

[5] You dream of the ruins of humanity. There is no life in sight. Everything is eerily quiet. Inside an abandoned building, you find boxes upon boxes of holiday decorations. In marker, overdraw a large box the size of your hand. (I made a fist to make it smaller.)

[Image: 5.jpg]

[6] X one luck. You fight back against the Spirit—and you’re hurt! Roll 1d6, then in red draw that many splotches of blood.

[Image: 6.jpg]

[3] You dream of yourself outside a house. You look through the window to find people in hoods standing in a circle. Slowly, one of them turns to see you. In marker, overdraw a cross that spans the entire page.  (I rolled a three, so I draw another Symbol of Luck cross. Also, this prompt instructs me to "overdraw".  Whenever I am told to "overdraw" or "overwrite", I can cross over a previous item without having to X out a Luck.)


[Image: 3.jpg]

[4] You dream of being trapped inside a box. You cannot breathe. You panic. You are afraid—and yet, this feels like a fitting punishment for someone like you. Draw a long box and then fill it with your thoughts. (Fun fact: This is one of my greatest fears.)

[Image: 4.jpg]

In retrospect, I missed a great opportunity here to relate my thought to my character's flaw.  "The world is actually ending . . . for ME!"

[2] You dream of the perfect holiday with family and friends… until something tragic or simply horrible happens. Write or draw what ruined this holiday for you.

[Image: 2.jpg]

A few things happen on this next roll.  I roll a 6. Since I've already rolled a six, I add a 6 and read [66]. That prompt doesn't thrill me, so I X my last Symbol of Luck and drop the roll down to 5.  This is my second 5 of the game, so I read [55].

[55] You dream of the wasteland. You spot another survivor in the distance, you run to them—only to see them die at the hands of the Spirit. Using your non-dominant hand and in red, write the dying words of that survivor.

[Image: 55.jpg]

[22] Everywhere you go you see the holiday. Everyone is happy and celebrating—but you can’t handle seeing it. In marker, overdraw a symbol of this holiday; making sure it’s as big as your hand. (Second 2 and I can overdraw.)

[Image: 22.jpg]

[555] The person you love most is dying in your arms. In their final breath, they warn you that you must kill the Spirit or else everything will end. In marker, draw the only weapon that can kill the Spirit.

[Image: 555.jpg]

[5555] (I know what die to grab if I ever need to roll a 5.) In search of the weapon to kill the Spirit, you dream of a bunker. You see a clock ticking down with no way to stop it. Time is running out. The end of the world is coming. In red, draw the countdown clock or write how much time you have left. 


[Image: 5555.jpg]

[44] No matter how far you run, you relive your failures and mistakes one after another. The Spirit appears suddenly, walking you into a corner. Overdraw a large circle on one corner of the page.

[Image: 44.jpg]

[444] The Spirit catches you and takes you into a dream filled with endless torture. They hurt you over and over. Using your non-dominant hand, write the words that escape your lips in between cries of pain.

[Image: 444.jpg]

[55555 – Apocalypse End] You failed to stop the Spirit and your nightmare is about to become reality. You wake up to a world engulfed in chaos. What ended life as you knew it? Roll 1d6: (5) Creatures from beyond the darkness of space invaded.  You are not dead. Not yet. In red, overwrite or overdraw what you see now: at the beginning of the end.

[Image: 55555.jpg]

And here is the full collage, turned one way, then the other.

[Image: End1.jpg]
 
[Image: End2.jpg]
Happy Thanksgiving!

_______________
Philippians 4:5b-6
]]> <![CDATA[Starting Solo]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Starting-Solo Wed, 12 Nov 2025 17:46:01 +0000 Teviko604]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Starting-Solo
I’m ending this year with a series of articles aimed at helping newer players get started and exposing existing players to game styles with which they may not be familiar.  Then, hopefully starting in January, I will begin a video series highlighting several of the great tools that are available to help the community as a whole enrich their games.

The first of these articles, Starting Solo: Finding Your Style, posted earlier this week.  If you are interested, you may read it here:

https://tevsnextidea.blogspot.com/2025/1...style.html]]>
I’m ending this year with a series of articles aimed at helping newer players get started and exposing existing players to game styles with which they may not be familiar.  Then, hopefully starting in January, I will begin a video series highlighting several of the great tools that are available to help the community as a whole enrich their games.

The first of these articles, Starting Solo: Finding Your Style, posted earlier this week.  If you are interested, you may read it here:

https://tevsnextidea.blogspot.com/2025/1...style.html]]> <![CDATA[Nightmare Paradise]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Zombie-Apocalypse-Nightmare-Paradise Sat, 21 Jun 2025 22:35:26 +0000 Blizzard Rifle]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Zombie-Apocalypse-Nightmare-Paradise
Name: Albert White
Age: 42
Birthday: March 3
Occupation: Electrical Engineer
Physical Description: Albert is a white man with a brown pompadour, brown eyes, a pudgy build, and a thick goatee
Clothing: red Hawaiian shirt, dark green t-shirt, tan cargo shorts, and white sneakers

Is the helicopter pad on the same island as Albert?

(50/50 | 7[d10]) Yes

Thankfully, the hotel where the evacuation would be taking place was on the same island he was.

Relatively safe prison

Albert was unsure how he woke up in a jail cell, but he remembered how wild the night before was. There was loud music, neon lights, and heavy drinking. He was not sure, but he may have punched someone the night before.

Innocent prisoner

There was a younger man in the same jail cell with him that had a messy beard and was donned in disheveled clothing. He was just now stirring, and Albert's heart raced as recollections of the altercation the night before surfaced.

Was this fellow cellmate the same one Albert punched last night?

(Somewhat Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

Albert's eyes widened in horror as the man gazed up at him.

Does he recognize Albert?

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

"Hey, you're the motherfucker that punched me," the man said, lazily raising an accusatory finger at Albert.  Albert glanced off to the side and said, "Yeah, sorry about that."

Does the man accept Albert's apology?

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

"Ah...you're good man, we were both sloshed last night," he replied, letting Albert sigh with relief.

Out of curiosity, Albert asked, "How'd you end up here anyway?"

The man chuckled and said, "I think I stole a police car while drunk...it's still coming back to me."

Albert looked to the bars to see sunlight streaking in from outside. Strangely, it was quiet inside the jail. Too quiet. He tapped on the bars and called, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Is someone coming to the jail cell?

(Somewhat Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

Cautious scientist

There were footsteps, and soon a lanky woman with curly golden hair and wide-rimmed glasses appeared. She had on a black t-shirt, white swim trunks, and yellow flip flops. She said, "Oh my word! Other survivors!"

Albert gave her a confused expression and asked, "Survivors? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Zombies out there!" the woman answered, gesturing outside with a terrified expression.

"Zombies? You're playing girl," the cellmate groaned.

"No no no, they're out there!" the woman insisted.

"Were you smashing drinks last night too?" asked the man.

"They were tearing people apart!" she cried.

"Zombies aside, can you get us out of here?" Albert requested.

"Oh, of course! Hang on!" she replied before she departed and returned several minutes later with a set of keys. She unlocked and pulled the cell door aside, allowing both men to freely leave. Albert immediately approached the window and looked outside.

Are there any zombies out there?

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

They are uncomfortably close to the jail.

Are there more than 10?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

How many?

*rolling between 11-20*

16 = 6[d10]+10

Albert counted 16 zombies outside, but they don't seem aware of the trio's presence. He backed away from the window in shock at the zombies and warned the man, "They're out there."

The man took a peek and muttered, "Shit dude."

"We gotta get out of here," the woman whispered.

"No kidding," Albert muttered as he shuddered.

"What're your names?" she asked.

"Albert," said Albert.

"Ian," the man replied.

"Yolette," said the woman.

"Is there anyone else in the jail?" Ian asked Yolette.

Did Yolette see anyone else when she entered the jail?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

Was this person alive?

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

"There was, but he's dead and his body's by the front entrance. It's gonna start stinking and attracting the zombies sooner or later," Yolette replied.

Is the smell at the front attracting zombies right now?

(50/50 | 3[d10]) No

The corpse's stench has not gotten to the point that it was a zombie magnet yet, so the trio still had time to plan their next move.

"We need to look inside the armory," Ian suggested.

"It's probably locked up," said Albert.

"I didn't see anyone else in this small station. They probably went out to help with the zombies," said Yolette.

The trio creep around the police station until they find the door into the armory.

Is the armory door unlocked?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

Ian tried the handle, but the door wouldn't budge and cursed, "Damn it!"

"Look for a key!" Yolette recommended as she began to search the room.

Albert joined in.

Do they find a key to the armory?

(Somewhat Likely | 2[d10]) No

They are unable to find a key, and Albert mumbled, "Damn."

"It may be somewhere else in the station," said Yolette.

The three fan out and begin searching the other rooms for any sign of the armory key.

Do they find the armory key?

(Somewhat Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

Who found it?

1=Ian

2=Albert

3=Yolette

1 = 1[d3]

Ian managed to find the key in the desk drawer of one of the offices. As a bonus, there was an extra key attached to the keychain that could unlock something else. He excitedly returned to the hall and called out, "I found it!"

"Shush! They'll hear you!" Albert whispered with an aggressive shushing gesture toward Ian.

Do the zombies outside hear Ian's call?

(Unlikely | 4[d10]) No

Fortunately, the zombies were oblivious to the noise and still shambled about out in the daylight. Ian unlocked the door to the armory. Does it have any weapons?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 8[d10]) Yes

There are a couple pistols, a shotgun, and several extendable batons. Ian grabs the shotgun and takes a pistol. Yolette takes the other pistol and one of the batons. Albert grumbles at Ian and asks, "Hey man, you got a shotgun already. Can you give me your pistol?"

Does Ian honor Albert's request?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 7[d10]) Yes, but...

Ian holds out the gun to Albert with reluctance and says, "Here."

"Thanks," Albert says as he accepts the pistol and checks the magazine to discover to his dismay that it's loaded with rubber bullets.

"What's wrong?" asked Ian.

"Nonlethal rounds," Albert replied.

"The hell?" Ian asked in disbelief as he pumped his shotgun to eject an unspent shell and checked it. Is the shell nonlethal?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

"Are you kidding me!?" Ian exclaimed in an angry whisper.

"There may be other types of ammo around here," said Yolette.

Are there different types of ammo boxes for the group's weapons?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

A few boxes of 9mm hollow point rounds and a box of lethal 12-guage shotgun shells are present.

As Albert and Ian take the time to swap out ammo, Yolette ejects the current magazine from her pistol and inspects it. Is her ammo nonlethal?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

The bullets are rubber, but there are some imperfections to them. Nevertheless, she switches ammo types so she's more likely to kill zombies if she needs to.

Albert grabs a baton, and all three soon head toward the front where the aforementioned corpse was.

(MAG: exploding gears, a bleeding heart, a tower, an explosion, a pair of tesla coils, three blocks, a pair of eyes, a megaphone, and a tired person)

The corpse was quite macabre. It was a young women whose chest had been ripped open and her face was eaten away. Blood was all over her, and a few feet from her was a silver iPhone that was broken beyond repair.

"Damn," Ian murmured in shock.

Yolette stared in silent horror and Albert gulped down the urge to puke.

When the initial shock subsides, Albert approaches the glass doors and looks outside. Are there any zombies around?

(Somewhat Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

How many?

8 = 8[d10]

There are eight zombies out in the parking lot. Are the zombies aware of Albert?

(50/50 | 4[d10]) No

Fortunately, the zombies are oblivious to Albert's presence? He starts to look around for a police car. Does he find one?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 6[d10]) No, but...

He doesn't see a police car, but he does see some bicycles tied to a bike rack for biker cops. How many bicycles are there?

2 = 2[d4]

There were only two bicycles. He turned back to Ian and Yolette and reported, "No police cars, but there are bikes out there. Only two though."

"I'm not walking," Yolette stated.

"I'll walk alongside you," Ian offered.

Albert looks back out at the bicycles again. Are there any zombies close to the bikes?

(50/50 | 3[d10]) No

The zombies are wandering around, but the group is away from the bike rack. Albert said, "We got a clean shot to the bikes, but they're tied to the racks."

"We can shoot them if we have to," said Ian.

"And bring the hordes down on us? No thank you," Yolette retorted.

She then raised a finger and said, "Evidence room. There's gotta be an evidence room here. Maybe there's something we can use to cut them free."

Does the small police station have an evidence room?

(50/50 | 5[d10]) No, but...

There isn't an evidence room, but they do come across a plastic crate containing confiscated items.

Butcher knife

Glock pistol (9 mm)

Ian picked up the Glock while Albert took the knife. He smiled at the fresh blade and said to the others, "Let's go."

The group head outside and move toward the bikes. Do the zombies notice the three?

(Somewhat Likely | 3[d10]) No

Lady Luck was still on their side as they reached the bicycles without trouble. Albert gets to work, and begins using his knife to saw through the rope. Is Albert able to cut through?

(Somewhat Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

Albert manages to cut through the tether, freeing the first bike that is taken by Yolette. Ian continues to watch the zombies? Do any of them notice the group?

(Somewhat Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

How many notice?

3 = 3[d8]

Three of the eight spot the group and start toward them. Compared to their brethren, these three are shambling alarmingly fast toward the three. Ian warns, "Guys!?"

Albert spots the approaching zombies and quickly gets to work on the other bike. Is he able to cut it before the three zombies are close enough to warrant action?

(Unlikely | 1[d10]) No, and...

This tether is proving much tougher than the first, and the three zombies are closing in enough that Albert abandons the bike to take action as Ian shoots at the closest zombie with his shotgun. Does he hit?

(Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

(8 = 6[d20]+2) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Buckshot explodes out of the shotgun, but while it hits, its more of a graze than actual impact. Ian backpedals in a panic as does Yolette and Albert retreats with them. Do they manage to get out of range of the incoming zombies?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

They do, however Ian trips against the curb and falls on his butt. Does the shotgun blast alert the other five zombies?

(Sure Thing | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

The other five are coming at the three, and they too have a speed akin to the others. Yolette's aim is shaky, but she fires four shots at one of the other zombies that is closing in on them. Do they hit?

(50/50 | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

(2 = 1[d20]+1) Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Yolette manages to land three of the four shots, a glancing hit against its cheek and two in its torso, but it does little to stop it. Even worse, the damage appears to have sent the zombie into a rage as it lets out a scream and rushes ahead, leaping at her. Is Yolette able to dodge?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

Yolette tries to get out of the way, but the zombie grabs her and tries to bite. By this time, Ian was able to get back on his feet and trained the barrel of his shotgun on the head of the zombie accosting Yolette. He pulls the trigger. Does he hit?

(Very Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

(8 = 5[d20]+3) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

It's a hit, but the strike to the hip does little to deter the zombie, and one of the other zombies closes the distance with Ian and swings at him. Does it hit?

(Somewhat Likely | 1[d10]) No, and...

It misses, and it trips against the curb and falls prone. More zombies are beginning to crowd around and get at Yolette who is screaming, "HELP ME!"

Do the horde of zombies push her over?

(Likely | 3[d10]) No

Against all odds, Yolette remains standing and struggles to shove the zombies off of her. Does she succeed?

(Unlikely | 5[d10]) No

She fails to get them off, and she screams again, "HELP!"

Albert stares in helplessness as Ian shoots at the zombie that fell over. Does he hit?

(Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

(11 = 8[d20]+3) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Once again, the buckshot seems to graze the leg of the downed zombie. Albert shouts, "Forget the bikes! We gotta get out of here!"

"But Yolette!" Ian cried as he rejoins Albert while four of the zombies start to bite at Yolette. Do they succeed?

(Likely | 6[d10]) Yes

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(11 = 10[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(5 = 4[d20]+1) Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

They nibble on different parts of her body, and both men realize that Yolette is a lost cause. Albert looks to the side of the building where he saw the horde from earlier. Are they coming over?

(Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

How many?

5 = 5[d16]

Five were rounding the station toward them, and the group of eight was now surrounding and biting Yolette. Albert said, "We need to go, now!"

Both men break into a sprint as the zombies chomp down on the screaming Yolette. How many times is she bitten?

4 = 4[d8]

(9 = 7[d20]+2) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(10 = 8[d20]+2) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(20 = 18[d20]+2) Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.

(3 = 1[d20]+2) Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

The bites continue to pile on, until one large bite to the neck seals Yolette's fate. She crumbles to the ground and becomes a fresh meal for the zombies. Albert and Ian run along the road from the zombie horde. Do they encounter any zombies along the way?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

They are fortunate enough to not run into anymore zombies as they get further away from the police station. Guilt wracked Albert as they continued. He should have abandoned the bikes as soon as the zombies began coming over. He could not let it consume him. They needed to get to the hotel to evacuate.

Business

PC negative

Smoke-filled signal tower

Once they were far enough from the jailhouse, both men stopped to catch their breath. Ian shook his head and muttered, "Damn it dude."

He looked to Albert and said, "We never should have gone for the bikes."

"I know," Albert admitted with sadness in his voice.

"They way they just...ate her!" Ian cried.

Albert shook his head and said, "We did all we could."

Ian sighed and straightened himself. Albert dusted off his shirt and looked to a tall signal tower with smoke rising from it. He saw that it was connected to a small radio station called Java Lines. Is there anyone inside the radio station?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

There is someone inside, but it is hard to make out their figure because the lights are out. Is the figure shambling like a zombie?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

The figure's movements are awkward and jagged. Ian looked and said, "Should we go in?"

"That guy in there is definitely a zombie. Besides, the place is burning," Albert replied, gesturing to the smoke.

Ian started toward it and said, "I need to check. They could be someone who needs help."

"See how it moves!? It's a zombie! We gotta keep moving!" Albert insisted.

Does Albert manage to convince Ian to stay with him?

(Somewhat Likely | 2[d10]) No

Ian sneers at Albert and replies, "Fuck that dude! I'm going!"

He begins jogging toward the radio station and Albert calls after him, "Ian!"

Is the fire spreading?

(50/50 | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

The blaze has spread from the signal tower to the radio station itself. Flames began to lick away at the wooden structure, and Albert began to fear for Ian's wellbeing. He calls out, "The fire's spreading!"

Does the fire deter Ian?

(50/50 | 4[d10]) No

Are the doors of the radio station open?

(Likely | 4[d10]) No, but...

They are not open, but they are unlocked, and Ian manages to enter. Albert grits in teeth in frustration before he yells, "Fuck!"

He charges after Ian.

Inside the burning radio station, Ian sees the figure and calls out to it. Does the figure respond?

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

Is the figure a zombie?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

NPC positive

Wishes

Desert

(Using MAG. Someone meditating, a fence with a sky, a tablet with a symbol, a slice of cake, an eye, a galaxy, a spider, a high-velocity bullet, and a broken sword)

The figure turns around, revealing a woman in messy clothing who is relieved to see Ian. She has a plastic crate with her and calls back, "Oh thank goodness!"

Despite the spreading fire, she seems completely unharmed and Ian tells her, "We need to leave!"

"There's some things I gotta get!" she responded.

"The fire's getting out of control!" Ian shouted as the walls scorched and blackened from the intensifying blaze. She looked back at the fire and gasped. Does she leave with Ian?

(Very Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

The two escape the burning radio station just as Albert arrives. All three get clear of the fire and get back to the road. Ian asks the woman, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," the woman responded.

"What were you doing in there?" asked Ian.

"Was getting some photos," she replied as she showed off a stack of photos inside the container of various people who were likely her family members.

Did any zombies come by during this time?

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

There are no zombies around, and it appears that the road further up is clear of them as well. Ian asked the woman, "Why don't you stick with us? We're trying to get to the hotel where they're evacuating everyone."

The woman shook her head and answered, "No way. That place is a death trap."

Both Ian and Albert gave her confused looks, with Ian asking, "Why not, soldiers and cops'll probably be guarding it."

"If any of them managed to sneak an infection through security, then all hell's gonna break loose," the woman answered.

"I'm sure they're doing thorough checks," Ian assured her.

She raised an eyebrow at Ian and asked, "You with them?"

Ian shook his head and answered, "No, I'm just a sales associate."

"Sorry, but I can't come with you," she said.

"But it's stupid going it alone. How do you plan to survive on the island full of those things?" asked Albert.

"I'll find a way," she replied.

"My friend's right, it's way too dangerous. Just come with us. It's safer," Ian pleas, holding a hand out to her. Does she accept the offer?

(Unlikely | 2[d10]) No

She shakes her head and steps away. She starts toward the trees, but just before she goes through, she turns back to them and says, "I hope you two can get off this island."

With that, she vanishes into the trees.

Both men continue on down the street. Are there any vehicles around?

(Somewhat Likely | 6[d10]) Yes

Are there many?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 6[d10]) No, but...

Elements

Home

Jealously

Three vehicles: a news weather van, an RV, and a red muscle car with orange flames. Do any of them have their doors open?

(50/50 | 5[d10]) No, but...

Their doors aren't hanging open, however, they're not locked. How many are unlocked?

3 = 3[d3]

All three vehicles are unlocked. Both men try out the weather van first. Are its keys around?

(Unlikely | 5[d10]) No

Its keys can't be found, so they try the RV next. Any luck for them on the keys?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

The RV doesn't have keys either, so they check out the final car. Any keys?

(Very Unlikely | 1[d10]) No, and...

They don't find any keys, but Albert accidentally elbows the window hard enough that it causes a crack and triggers a noisy car alarm. This sends both men into a panic as the alarm was basically a dinner bell. Albert then remembered watching old action movies where the hero was able to hotwire cars. He commands Ian, "Keep watch! I'll see if I can hotwire any of these!"

Albert tries the muscle car first. Can it be hotwired?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 5[d10]) No

Are zombies coming?

(Somewhat Likely | 4[d10]) No, but...

Not yet, but Ian notices foliage rustling from the road they came and grew increasingly concerned. The muscle car was a modern type, so it was useless to try and hotwire.  He tries the RV next. Can it be hotwired?

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

Albert grins as he exposes the wires, but that grin fades when he realizes he had little knowledge of how hotwiring actually worked. Still, he tried anyway. Does he succeed?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 7[d10]) Yes, but...

The engine rumbles to life much to his amazement, but the "CHECK ENGINE" light comes on and he sees that the RV's fuel is low. He calls to Ian, "Get in!"

Ian races back, climbs aboard, and they drive off. Ian takes a seat in the back and Albert focuses on getting to the hotel. Is the road ahead clear?

(50/50 | 7[d10]) Yes

It's a clear road ahead, much to Albert's surprise.  He was not about to complain though if it got them to the hotel faster.  His mind could not stop worrying about the engine light and the fuel gauge though.

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Name: Albert White
Age: 42
Birthday: March 3
Occupation: Electrical Engineer
Physical Description: Albert is a white man with a brown pompadour, brown eyes, a pudgy build, and a thick goatee
Clothing: red Hawaiian shirt, dark green t-shirt, tan cargo shorts, and white sneakers

Is the helicopter pad on the same island as Albert?

(50/50 | 7[d10]) Yes

Thankfully, the hotel where the evacuation would be taking place was on the same island he was.

Relatively safe prison

Albert was unsure how he woke up in a jail cell, but he remembered how wild the night before was. There was loud music, neon lights, and heavy drinking. He was not sure, but he may have punched someone the night before.

Innocent prisoner

There was a younger man in the same jail cell with him that had a messy beard and was donned in disheveled clothing. He was just now stirring, and Albert's heart raced as recollections of the altercation the night before surfaced.

Was this fellow cellmate the same one Albert punched last night?

(Somewhat Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

Albert's eyes widened in horror as the man gazed up at him.

Does he recognize Albert?

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

"Hey, you're the motherfucker that punched me," the man said, lazily raising an accusatory finger at Albert.  Albert glanced off to the side and said, "Yeah, sorry about that."

Does the man accept Albert's apology?

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

"Ah...you're good man, we were both sloshed last night," he replied, letting Albert sigh with relief.

Out of curiosity, Albert asked, "How'd you end up here anyway?"

The man chuckled and said, "I think I stole a police car while drunk...it's still coming back to me."

Albert looked to the bars to see sunlight streaking in from outside. Strangely, it was quiet inside the jail. Too quiet. He tapped on the bars and called, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Is someone coming to the jail cell?

(Somewhat Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

Cautious scientist

There were footsteps, and soon a lanky woman with curly golden hair and wide-rimmed glasses appeared. She had on a black t-shirt, white swim trunks, and yellow flip flops. She said, "Oh my word! Other survivors!"

Albert gave her a confused expression and asked, "Survivors? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Zombies out there!" the woman answered, gesturing outside with a terrified expression.

"Zombies? You're playing girl," the cellmate groaned.

"No no no, they're out there!" the woman insisted.

"Were you smashing drinks last night too?" asked the man.

"They were tearing people apart!" she cried.

"Zombies aside, can you get us out of here?" Albert requested.

"Oh, of course! Hang on!" she replied before she departed and returned several minutes later with a set of keys. She unlocked and pulled the cell door aside, allowing both men to freely leave. Albert immediately approached the window and looked outside.

Are there any zombies out there?

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

They are uncomfortably close to the jail.

Are there more than 10?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

How many?

*rolling between 11-20*

16 = 6[d10]+10

Albert counted 16 zombies outside, but they don't seem aware of the trio's presence. He backed away from the window in shock at the zombies and warned the man, "They're out there."

The man took a peek and muttered, "Shit dude."

"We gotta get out of here," the woman whispered.

"No kidding," Albert muttered as he shuddered.

"What're your names?" she asked.

"Albert," said Albert.

"Ian," the man replied.

"Yolette," said the woman.

"Is there anyone else in the jail?" Ian asked Yolette.

Did Yolette see anyone else when she entered the jail?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

Was this person alive?

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

"There was, but he's dead and his body's by the front entrance. It's gonna start stinking and attracting the zombies sooner or later," Yolette replied.

Is the smell at the front attracting zombies right now?

(50/50 | 3[d10]) No

The corpse's stench has not gotten to the point that it was a zombie magnet yet, so the trio still had time to plan their next move.

"We need to look inside the armory," Ian suggested.

"It's probably locked up," said Albert.

"I didn't see anyone else in this small station. They probably went out to help with the zombies," said Yolette.

The trio creep around the police station until they find the door into the armory.

Is the armory door unlocked?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

Ian tried the handle, but the door wouldn't budge and cursed, "Damn it!"

"Look for a key!" Yolette recommended as she began to search the room.

Albert joined in.

Do they find a key to the armory?

(Somewhat Likely | 2[d10]) No

They are unable to find a key, and Albert mumbled, "Damn."

"It may be somewhere else in the station," said Yolette.

The three fan out and begin searching the other rooms for any sign of the armory key.

Do they find the armory key?

(Somewhat Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

Who found it?

1=Ian

2=Albert

3=Yolette

1 = 1[d3]

Ian managed to find the key in the desk drawer of one of the offices. As a bonus, there was an extra key attached to the keychain that could unlock something else. He excitedly returned to the hall and called out, "I found it!"

"Shush! They'll hear you!" Albert whispered with an aggressive shushing gesture toward Ian.

Do the zombies outside hear Ian's call?

(Unlikely | 4[d10]) No

Fortunately, the zombies were oblivious to the noise and still shambled about out in the daylight. Ian unlocked the door to the armory. Does it have any weapons?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 8[d10]) Yes

There are a couple pistols, a shotgun, and several extendable batons. Ian grabs the shotgun and takes a pistol. Yolette takes the other pistol and one of the batons. Albert grumbles at Ian and asks, "Hey man, you got a shotgun already. Can you give me your pistol?"

Does Ian honor Albert's request?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 7[d10]) Yes, but...

Ian holds out the gun to Albert with reluctance and says, "Here."

"Thanks," Albert says as he accepts the pistol and checks the magazine to discover to his dismay that it's loaded with rubber bullets.

"What's wrong?" asked Ian.

"Nonlethal rounds," Albert replied.

"The hell?" Ian asked in disbelief as he pumped his shotgun to eject an unspent shell and checked it. Is the shell nonlethal?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

"Are you kidding me!?" Ian exclaimed in an angry whisper.

"There may be other types of ammo around here," said Yolette.

Are there different types of ammo boxes for the group's weapons?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

A few boxes of 9mm hollow point rounds and a box of lethal 12-guage shotgun shells are present.

As Albert and Ian take the time to swap out ammo, Yolette ejects the current magazine from her pistol and inspects it. Is her ammo nonlethal?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

The bullets are rubber, but there are some imperfections to them. Nevertheless, she switches ammo types so she's more likely to kill zombies if she needs to.

Albert grabs a baton, and all three soon head toward the front where the aforementioned corpse was.

(MAG: exploding gears, a bleeding heart, a tower, an explosion, a pair of tesla coils, three blocks, a pair of eyes, a megaphone, and a tired person)

The corpse was quite macabre. It was a young women whose chest had been ripped open and her face was eaten away. Blood was all over her, and a few feet from her was a silver iPhone that was broken beyond repair.

"Damn," Ian murmured in shock.

Yolette stared in silent horror and Albert gulped down the urge to puke.

When the initial shock subsides, Albert approaches the glass doors and looks outside. Are there any zombies around?

(Somewhat Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

How many?

8 = 8[d10]

There are eight zombies out in the parking lot. Are the zombies aware of Albert?

(50/50 | 4[d10]) No

Fortunately, the zombies are oblivious to Albert's presence? He starts to look around for a police car. Does he find one?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 6[d10]) No, but...

He doesn't see a police car, but he does see some bicycles tied to a bike rack for biker cops. How many bicycles are there?

2 = 2[d4]

There were only two bicycles. He turned back to Ian and Yolette and reported, "No police cars, but there are bikes out there. Only two though."

"I'm not walking," Yolette stated.

"I'll walk alongside you," Ian offered.

Albert looks back out at the bicycles again. Are there any zombies close to the bikes?

(50/50 | 3[d10]) No

The zombies are wandering around, but the group is away from the bike rack. Albert said, "We got a clean shot to the bikes, but they're tied to the racks."

"We can shoot them if we have to," said Ian.

"And bring the hordes down on us? No thank you," Yolette retorted.

She then raised a finger and said, "Evidence room. There's gotta be an evidence room here. Maybe there's something we can use to cut them free."

Does the small police station have an evidence room?

(50/50 | 5[d10]) No, but...

There isn't an evidence room, but they do come across a plastic crate containing confiscated items.

Butcher knife

Glock pistol (9 mm)

Ian picked up the Glock while Albert took the knife. He smiled at the fresh blade and said to the others, "Let's go."

The group head outside and move toward the bikes. Do the zombies notice the three?

(Somewhat Likely | 3[d10]) No

Lady Luck was still on their side as they reached the bicycles without trouble. Albert gets to work, and begins using his knife to saw through the rope. Is Albert able to cut through?

(Somewhat Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

Albert manages to cut through the tether, freeing the first bike that is taken by Yolette. Ian continues to watch the zombies? Do any of them notice the group?

(Somewhat Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

How many notice?

3 = 3[d8]

Three of the eight spot the group and start toward them. Compared to their brethren, these three are shambling alarmingly fast toward the three. Ian warns, "Guys!?"

Albert spots the approaching zombies and quickly gets to work on the other bike. Is he able to cut it before the three zombies are close enough to warrant action?

(Unlikely | 1[d10]) No, and...

This tether is proving much tougher than the first, and the three zombies are closing in enough that Albert abandons the bike to take action as Ian shoots at the closest zombie with his shotgun. Does he hit?

(Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

(8 = 6[d20]+2) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Buckshot explodes out of the shotgun, but while it hits, its more of a graze than actual impact. Ian backpedals in a panic as does Yolette and Albert retreats with them. Do they manage to get out of range of the incoming zombies?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

They do, however Ian trips against the curb and falls on his butt. Does the shotgun blast alert the other five zombies?

(Sure Thing | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

The other five are coming at the three, and they too have a speed akin to the others. Yolette's aim is shaky, but she fires four shots at one of the other zombies that is closing in on them. Do they hit?

(50/50 | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

(2 = 1[d20]+1) Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Yolette manages to land three of the four shots, a glancing hit against its cheek and two in its torso, but it does little to stop it. Even worse, the damage appears to have sent the zombie into a rage as it lets out a scream and rushes ahead, leaping at her. Is Yolette able to dodge?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

Yolette tries to get out of the way, but the zombie grabs her and tries to bite. By this time, Ian was able to get back on his feet and trained the barrel of his shotgun on the head of the zombie accosting Yolette. He pulls the trigger. Does he hit?

(Very Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

(8 = 5[d20]+3) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

It's a hit, but the strike to the hip does little to deter the zombie, and one of the other zombies closes the distance with Ian and swings at him. Does it hit?

(Somewhat Likely | 1[d10]) No, and...

It misses, and it trips against the curb and falls prone. More zombies are beginning to crowd around and get at Yolette who is screaming, "HELP ME!"

Do the horde of zombies push her over?

(Likely | 3[d10]) No

Against all odds, Yolette remains standing and struggles to shove the zombies off of her. Does she succeed?

(Unlikely | 5[d10]) No

She fails to get them off, and she screams again, "HELP!"

Albert stares in helplessness as Ian shoots at the zombie that fell over. Does he hit?

(Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

(11 = 8[d20]+3) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Once again, the buckshot seems to graze the leg of the downed zombie. Albert shouts, "Forget the bikes! We gotta get out of here!"

"But Yolette!" Ian cried as he rejoins Albert while four of the zombies start to bite at Yolette. Do they succeed?

(Likely | 6[d10]) Yes

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(11 = 10[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(8 = 7[d20]+1) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(5 = 4[d20]+1) Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

They nibble on different parts of her body, and both men realize that Yolette is a lost cause. Albert looks to the side of the building where he saw the horde from earlier. Are they coming over?

(Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

How many?

5 = 5[d16]

Five were rounding the station toward them, and the group of eight was now surrounding and biting Yolette. Albert said, "We need to go, now!"

Both men break into a sprint as the zombies chomp down on the screaming Yolette. How many times is she bitten?

4 = 4[d8]

(9 = 7[d20]+2) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(10 = 8[d20]+2) Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

(20 = 18[d20]+2) Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.

(3 = 1[d20]+2) Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

The bites continue to pile on, until one large bite to the neck seals Yolette's fate. She crumbles to the ground and becomes a fresh meal for the zombies. Albert and Ian run along the road from the zombie horde. Do they encounter any zombies along the way?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

They are fortunate enough to not run into anymore zombies as they get further away from the police station. Guilt wracked Albert as they continued. He should have abandoned the bikes as soon as the zombies began coming over. He could not let it consume him. They needed to get to the hotel to evacuate.

Business

PC negative

Smoke-filled signal tower

Once they were far enough from the jailhouse, both men stopped to catch their breath. Ian shook his head and muttered, "Damn it dude."

He looked to Albert and said, "We never should have gone for the bikes."

"I know," Albert admitted with sadness in his voice.

"They way they just...ate her!" Ian cried.

Albert shook his head and said, "We did all we could."

Ian sighed and straightened himself. Albert dusted off his shirt and looked to a tall signal tower with smoke rising from it. He saw that it was connected to a small radio station called Java Lines. Is there anyone inside the radio station?

(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

There is someone inside, but it is hard to make out their figure because the lights are out. Is the figure shambling like a zombie?

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

The figure's movements are awkward and jagged. Ian looked and said, "Should we go in?"

"That guy in there is definitely a zombie. Besides, the place is burning," Albert replied, gesturing to the smoke.

Ian started toward it and said, "I need to check. They could be someone who needs help."

"See how it moves!? It's a zombie! We gotta keep moving!" Albert insisted.

Does Albert manage to convince Ian to stay with him?

(Somewhat Likely | 2[d10]) No

Ian sneers at Albert and replies, "Fuck that dude! I'm going!"

He begins jogging toward the radio station and Albert calls after him, "Ian!"

Is the fire spreading?

(50/50 | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

The blaze has spread from the signal tower to the radio station itself. Flames began to lick away at the wooden structure, and Albert began to fear for Ian's wellbeing. He calls out, "The fire's spreading!"

Does the fire deter Ian?

(50/50 | 4[d10]) No

Are the doors of the radio station open?

(Likely | 4[d10]) No, but...

They are not open, but they are unlocked, and Ian manages to enter. Albert grits in teeth in frustration before he yells, "Fuck!"

He charges after Ian.

Inside the burning radio station, Ian sees the figure and calls out to it. Does the figure respond?

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

Is the figure a zombie?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

NPC positive

Wishes

Desert

(Using MAG. Someone meditating, a fence with a sky, a tablet with a symbol, a slice of cake, an eye, a galaxy, a spider, a high-velocity bullet, and a broken sword)

The figure turns around, revealing a woman in messy clothing who is relieved to see Ian. She has a plastic crate with her and calls back, "Oh thank goodness!"

Despite the spreading fire, she seems completely unharmed and Ian tells her, "We need to leave!"

"There's some things I gotta get!" she responded.

"The fire's getting out of control!" Ian shouted as the walls scorched and blackened from the intensifying blaze. She looked back at the fire and gasped. Does she leave with Ian?

(Very Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

The two escape the burning radio station just as Albert arrives. All three get clear of the fire and get back to the road. Ian asks the woman, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," the woman responded.

"What were you doing in there?" asked Ian.

"Was getting some photos," she replied as she showed off a stack of photos inside the container of various people who were likely her family members.

Did any zombies come by during this time?

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

There are no zombies around, and it appears that the road further up is clear of them as well. Ian asked the woman, "Why don't you stick with us? We're trying to get to the hotel where they're evacuating everyone."

The woman shook her head and answered, "No way. That place is a death trap."

Both Ian and Albert gave her confused looks, with Ian asking, "Why not, soldiers and cops'll probably be guarding it."

"If any of them managed to sneak an infection through security, then all hell's gonna break loose," the woman answered.

"I'm sure they're doing thorough checks," Ian assured her.

She raised an eyebrow at Ian and asked, "You with them?"

Ian shook his head and answered, "No, I'm just a sales associate."

"Sorry, but I can't come with you," she said.

"But it's stupid going it alone. How do you plan to survive on the island full of those things?" asked Albert.

"I'll find a way," she replied.

"My friend's right, it's way too dangerous. Just come with us. It's safer," Ian pleas, holding a hand out to her. Does she accept the offer?

(Unlikely | 2[d10]) No

She shakes her head and steps away. She starts toward the trees, but just before she goes through, she turns back to them and says, "I hope you two can get off this island."

With that, she vanishes into the trees.

Both men continue on down the street. Are there any vehicles around?

(Somewhat Likely | 6[d10]) Yes

Are there many?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 6[d10]) No, but...

Elements

Home

Jealously

Three vehicles: a news weather van, an RV, and a red muscle car with orange flames. Do any of them have their doors open?

(50/50 | 5[d10]) No, but...

Their doors aren't hanging open, however, they're not locked. How many are unlocked?

3 = 3[d3]

All three vehicles are unlocked. Both men try out the weather van first. Are its keys around?

(Unlikely | 5[d10]) No

Its keys can't be found, so they try the RV next. Any luck for them on the keys?

(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

The RV doesn't have keys either, so they check out the final car. Any keys?

(Very Unlikely | 1[d10]) No, and...

They don't find any keys, but Albert accidentally elbows the window hard enough that it causes a crack and triggers a noisy car alarm. This sends both men into a panic as the alarm was basically a dinner bell. Albert then remembered watching old action movies where the hero was able to hotwire cars. He commands Ian, "Keep watch! I'll see if I can hotwire any of these!"

Albert tries the muscle car first. Can it be hotwired?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 5[d10]) No

Are zombies coming?

(Somewhat Likely | 4[d10]) No, but...

Not yet, but Ian notices foliage rustling from the road they came and grew increasingly concerned. The muscle car was a modern type, so it was useless to try and hotwire.  He tries the RV next. Can it be hotwired?

(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

Albert grins as he exposes the wires, but that grin fades when he realizes he had little knowledge of how hotwiring actually worked. Still, he tried anyway. Does he succeed?

(Somewhat Unlikely | 7[d10]) Yes, but...

The engine rumbles to life much to his amazement, but the "CHECK ENGINE" light comes on and he sees that the RV's fuel is low. He calls to Ian, "Get in!"

Ian races back, climbs aboard, and they drive off. Ian takes a seat in the back and Albert focuses on getting to the hotel. Is the road ahead clear?

(50/50 | 7[d10]) Yes

It's a clear road ahead, much to Albert's surprise.  He was not about to complain though if it got them to the hotel faster.  His mind could not stop worrying about the engine light and the fuel gauge though.

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Mark]]> <![CDATA[Sathu's Journey]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Classic-Fantasy-Sathu-s-Journey Sat, 03 May 2025 04:49:37 +0000 kekoa_solo]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Classic-Fantasy-Sathu-s-Journey Welcome wanderer — to my ongoing Solo RPG adventure! In this series, I’ll be blending immersive storytelling, light LitRPG elements, and insights from mythology, philosophy, and parapsychology. Inspired by sources ranging from fantasy books and manga to historical events and modern studies of consciousness, this series explores the connections between magic, mysticism, and our deeper selves.

Sathu's Journey on Substack

Who is Sathu the Seeker?

Sathu is a Lawful Good Lizardfolk Cleric (also called Priest) devoted to Vumar, the God of Light, Life, and Protection. Clerics draw their power from divine sources, but Sathu’s meditative and spiritual nature makes him especially rewarding to roleplay. He is serious, introspective, and somewhat naive about the ways of the wider world. Yet, he carries a quiet determination. His greatest dream is to build a humble stronghold deep in the wilds — a place where students may gather to study the mysteries of Vumar and the hidden threads of creation itself. I am using the Basic Fantasy RPG system with revisions.

“In the fading days of the Concord, when the light of Vumar dimmed beneath the stormveil, a lizard-priest named Sathu stepped beyond the known paths…”

Sathu’s Journey #1 — Paths Diverge at Dawn
Published on March 31, 2025

The Story Begins:

Location: Arkel Town, Southern Uzul
Date: Day 351, Year 99 B.C. (Before Concord)
Time: Dawnlight (5:00 AM)

In the fading hush of dawn, Sathu awoke before the temple’s bells could greet the morning. Alone within the cold stone chamber, the lizard-priest gathered his simple belongings and offered a final prayer to Vumar, uncertain of the path that lay ahead…

Sathu the lizard priest woke up early to have extra time to meditate and practice a new breathing exercise called, the tree of life. The gentle sound of chimes brought him back to the present. He gathered his supplies and mace, then made his way to the courtyard, noticing a gnome he'd never seen before standing next to Master Xanthir—a middle-aged wood elf and high priest of the Temple of Illumination.

Other Students Gathered in the Courtyard:
  • Dartak - Lawful lizardfolk and  holy warrior of Vumar, likes to remind others about the rules.
  • Kora - Dartak’s sister, calm, kind and sometimes clumsy, she’s a novice spellcaster.
  • Zu - A towering gnoll barbarian, mute due to a curse, stoic and protective of her peers. 
  • Nelia - A short blind gnome druid who walks arm-in-arm with Zu.
  • Sabun - Anubian scout with sharp eyes and sharper sarcasm.
  • Anura - Sabun’s sister, withdrawn and moody; she avoids eye contact.

Teachers & Guests:
  • Xanthir - Middle-aged wood elf, calm and confident, high priest of the Temple of Illumination. Guides students with patience and humor.
  • Deal - Nervous, hooded gnome merchant and messenger; expert in travel and trade. Appears forgetful but is surprisingly resourceful.

Xanthir: Good morning, students and teachers. As you can see, we have a guest—an old friend of mine. Everyone, meet Deal: merchant, messenger, and expert guide.


— The hooded gnome blushed at the attention as everyone bowed to greet him.

Xanthir: Your task today is simple. Travel to your designated locations. Once there, read the scroll you're given for further instructions. Return by dusk tomorrow. We ask Vumar for guidance and protection.

— He paused eyes closed breathing slowly for for three cycles.

Xanthir: Dartak and Sabun, you’ll take Agar Road south to deliver a message.

Dartak: I’ll carry the scroll. — He stepped forward, clutching the parchment proudly.

Sabun: Fine. — He rolled his eyes and yawned.

Xanthir: Anura and Kora—both magic-users—you'll head east on Farmer’s Road until you reach the signpost. Open your scroll there.

Kora quickly volunteered, seeing Anura’s irritated expression.

Xanthir: Nelia, Zu—two stay behind to continue your studies with me. — Nelia smiled upward toward Zu’s visibly pleased.

The sun was just beginning to rise above the treetops as the students dispersed, each group stepping out into their own unknown path.

Xanthir: And Sathu, you'll head north to the Blackspire Ruins with Deal. — He handed the scroll to Deal, then gave Sathu a wink. 
— Make sure this gnome doesn’t forget!

— Sathu glanced at Deal, who nervously smiled back. What have I gotten myself into?

The sun was just beginning to rise above the treetops as the students dispersed, each group stepping out into their own unknown path. Sathu and Deal kept a steady pace through the grasslands. Behind them, Arkel City awoke—market vendors called out prices, city guards kept a watchful eye, and the sounds of bustling trade faded into a peaceful silence as Sathu and Deal moved toward open grasslands.


Deal: Temple life must be peaceful. Quiet too, I bet. What exactly are you training for? — He adjusted his cloak and gave Sathu a friendly nudge. — Xanthir speaks highly of you. Says you've got potential.

Sathu: Enlightenment. — His voice was steady, eyes forward. — To serve Vumar fully, I must become one with His teachings.

Deal: Enlightenment? — Deal laughed, shaking his head slightly. — That's all? You sound exactly like Xanthir a hundred years ago.

Sathu: Vumar represents life and illumination. To serve Him is to understand our purpose, to grow spiritually. — He hesitated slightly. — It's not wealth or glory, but awareness. —And you, Deal? What drives your journeys?

Deal: Maybe staying focused is my problem. — He laughed quietly, eyes briefly lost in thought. — Feels like I'm always chasing wealth, but never catching it.
— He sighed softly, the corners of his eyes showing age. — I've chased coins all my life. Too many roads, too few pots of gold. — Wonder if I'll ever truly find the treasure I'm looking for.

Sathu looked away, pretending not to notice the shadow passing over Deal’s face. Silently, he murmured a prayer to Vumar, asking guidance for his newfound companion.

The morning sun rose higher, casting patches of warmth through the trees. Deal absently checked his quiver, the soft rattle of arrows accompanying his thoughts. The air grew warmer as the sun rose higher, carrying the scent of wild sage. 

Sathu shifted uneasily, suddenly aware of his armor's stiffness as the morning warmed. He wondered briefly when lunch would be served, then quietly drew in a breath of gratitude—a simple practice taught at the temple to honor Vumar’s presence in every moment.

The comfortable silence between them was suddenly interrupted by distant shouts. Birds scattered noisily from nearby trees as faint cries echoed across the grasslands.

Sathu’s eyes snapped forward, quickly spotting the thick canopy of the Kyn Woodlands emerging in the distance. They had made good time—but something was wrong.

Deal: Look there! he whispered sharply. —He pointed urgently ahead, his relaxed posture tensing.  

Ahead, a lone female city guard stood cornered, her blade raised defensively as three snarling goblins slowly circled her, closing in.


Episode #1 End - Story/Game Paused
Location: Agar Grasslands
Time: Early Morning (7:00 AM)

Sathu's Journey on Substack]]> Welcome wanderer — to my ongoing Solo RPG adventure! In this series, I’ll be blending immersive storytelling, light LitRPG elements, and insights from mythology, philosophy, and parapsychology. Inspired by sources ranging from fantasy books and manga to historical events and modern studies of consciousness, this series explores the connections between magic, mysticism, and our deeper selves.

Sathu's Journey on Substack

Who is Sathu the Seeker?

Sathu is a Lawful Good Lizardfolk Cleric (also called Priest) devoted to Vumar, the God of Light, Life, and Protection. Clerics draw their power from divine sources, but Sathu’s meditative and spiritual nature makes him especially rewarding to roleplay. He is serious, introspective, and somewhat naive about the ways of the wider world. Yet, he carries a quiet determination. His greatest dream is to build a humble stronghold deep in the wilds — a place where students may gather to study the mysteries of Vumar and the hidden threads of creation itself. I am using the Basic Fantasy RPG system with revisions.

“In the fading days of the Concord, when the light of Vumar dimmed beneath the stormveil, a lizard-priest named Sathu stepped beyond the known paths…”

Sathu’s Journey #1 — Paths Diverge at Dawn
Published on March 31, 2025

The Story Begins:

Location: Arkel Town, Southern Uzul
Date: Day 351, Year 99 B.C. (Before Concord)
Time: Dawnlight (5:00 AM)

In the fading hush of dawn, Sathu awoke before the temple’s bells could greet the morning. Alone within the cold stone chamber, the lizard-priest gathered his simple belongings and offered a final prayer to Vumar, uncertain of the path that lay ahead…

Sathu the lizard priest woke up early to have extra time to meditate and practice a new breathing exercise called, the tree of life. The gentle sound of chimes brought him back to the present. He gathered his supplies and mace, then made his way to the courtyard, noticing a gnome he'd never seen before standing next to Master Xanthir—a middle-aged wood elf and high priest of the Temple of Illumination.

Other Students Gathered in the Courtyard:
  • Dartak - Lawful lizardfolk and  holy warrior of Vumar, likes to remind others about the rules.
  • Kora - Dartak’s sister, calm, kind and sometimes clumsy, she’s a novice spellcaster.
  • Zu - A towering gnoll barbarian, mute due to a curse, stoic and protective of her peers. 
  • Nelia - A short blind gnome druid who walks arm-in-arm with Zu.
  • Sabun - Anubian scout with sharp eyes and sharper sarcasm.
  • Anura - Sabun’s sister, withdrawn and moody; she avoids eye contact.

Teachers & Guests:
  • Xanthir - Middle-aged wood elf, calm and confident, high priest of the Temple of Illumination. Guides students with patience and humor.
  • Deal - Nervous, hooded gnome merchant and messenger; expert in travel and trade. Appears forgetful but is surprisingly resourceful.

Xanthir: Good morning, students and teachers. As you can see, we have a guest—an old friend of mine. Everyone, meet Deal: merchant, messenger, and expert guide.


— The hooded gnome blushed at the attention as everyone bowed to greet him.

Xanthir: Your task today is simple. Travel to your designated locations. Once there, read the scroll you're given for further instructions. Return by dusk tomorrow. We ask Vumar for guidance and protection.

— He paused eyes closed breathing slowly for for three cycles.

Xanthir: Dartak and Sabun, you’ll take Agar Road south to deliver a message.

Dartak: I’ll carry the scroll. — He stepped forward, clutching the parchment proudly.

Sabun: Fine. — He rolled his eyes and yawned.

Xanthir: Anura and Kora—both magic-users—you'll head east on Farmer’s Road until you reach the signpost. Open your scroll there.

Kora quickly volunteered, seeing Anura’s irritated expression.

Xanthir: Nelia, Zu—two stay behind to continue your studies with me. — Nelia smiled upward toward Zu’s visibly pleased.

The sun was just beginning to rise above the treetops as the students dispersed, each group stepping out into their own unknown path.

Xanthir: And Sathu, you'll head north to the Blackspire Ruins with Deal. — He handed the scroll to Deal, then gave Sathu a wink. 
— Make sure this gnome doesn’t forget!

— Sathu glanced at Deal, who nervously smiled back. What have I gotten myself into?

The sun was just beginning to rise above the treetops as the students dispersed, each group stepping out into their own unknown path. Sathu and Deal kept a steady pace through the grasslands. Behind them, Arkel City awoke—market vendors called out prices, city guards kept a watchful eye, and the sounds of bustling trade faded into a peaceful silence as Sathu and Deal moved toward open grasslands.


Deal: Temple life must be peaceful. Quiet too, I bet. What exactly are you training for? — He adjusted his cloak and gave Sathu a friendly nudge. — Xanthir speaks highly of you. Says you've got potential.

Sathu: Enlightenment. — His voice was steady, eyes forward. — To serve Vumar fully, I must become one with His teachings.

Deal: Enlightenment? — Deal laughed, shaking his head slightly. — That's all? You sound exactly like Xanthir a hundred years ago.

Sathu: Vumar represents life and illumination. To serve Him is to understand our purpose, to grow spiritually. — He hesitated slightly. — It's not wealth or glory, but awareness. —And you, Deal? What drives your journeys?

Deal: Maybe staying focused is my problem. — He laughed quietly, eyes briefly lost in thought. — Feels like I'm always chasing wealth, but never catching it.
— He sighed softly, the corners of his eyes showing age. — I've chased coins all my life. Too many roads, too few pots of gold. — Wonder if I'll ever truly find the treasure I'm looking for.

Sathu looked away, pretending not to notice the shadow passing over Deal’s face. Silently, he murmured a prayer to Vumar, asking guidance for his newfound companion.

The morning sun rose higher, casting patches of warmth through the trees. Deal absently checked his quiver, the soft rattle of arrows accompanying his thoughts. The air grew warmer as the sun rose higher, carrying the scent of wild sage. 

Sathu shifted uneasily, suddenly aware of his armor's stiffness as the morning warmed. He wondered briefly when lunch would be served, then quietly drew in a breath of gratitude—a simple practice taught at the temple to honor Vumar’s presence in every moment.

The comfortable silence between them was suddenly interrupted by distant shouts. Birds scattered noisily from nearby trees as faint cries echoed across the grasslands.

Sathu’s eyes snapped forward, quickly spotting the thick canopy of the Kyn Woodlands emerging in the distance. They had made good time—but something was wrong.

Deal: Look there! he whispered sharply. —He pointed urgently ahead, his relaxed posture tensing.  

Ahead, a lone female city guard stood cornered, her blade raised defensively as three snarling goblins slowly circled her, closing in.


Episode #1 End - Story/Game Paused
Location: Agar Grasslands
Time: Early Morning (7:00 AM)

Sathu's Journey on Substack]]> <![CDATA[Help! I Have A Crush On My Rival?! - A CARTA Journaling Game]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Help-I-Have-A-Crush-On-My-Rival-A-CARTA-Journaling-Game Mon, 24 Feb 2025 04:02:07 +0000 Teviko604]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Help-I-Have-A-Crush-On-My-Rival-A-CARTA-Journaling-Game INTRODUCTION:

If I haven't mentioned it already 😉, I've been distracted from my main role-playing game by a journaling game.  I am now far enough along in that game to start making posts.  If you're just here to read a good story, feel free to skip down to Prompt 1 and avoid all this background stuff. However, if you want to know why I became interested in this game and learn some of its mechanics, please read on.

The game I'm playing is Help! I Have A Crush On My Rival?! I think the reason I found this game so compelling is nostalgia. When I was in high school and discovering my enjoyment of creative writing, I wrote a lot of “crush” stories. Of course, they typically had a twist or involved bizarre circumstances: a murdered cheerleader; a demon unleashed into the world; a boy trapped in a coma because he preferred his dream world to the real one; chasing an evil warlord across time in a Highlander rip-off; or dead characters living in purgatory. I didn't have a successful dating life back then (frankly, I had no dating life) and maybe those stories were my chance to live the relationships I longed to have. (Considering the subject matter I previously listed, I must've had some real strange ideas about what would make the perfect date. 😳)

Today, I'm happily married to my “Crush,” having a great life, and wouldn't want to be with anyone else. Even so, I have a certain affinity for stories that explore new relationships.  Perhaps that is why I find Hallmark movies and other rom-coms more enjoyable to watch than many other men. Though my reasons for writing - not just demented romances, but all kinds of stories - might have changed over the years, I still love to imagine and document what another life might be like, whether it's a young woman developing her skills as a thief, new partners surviving in a post-apocalyptic Pennsylvania, a clown hunting giant chickens, a band of mercenaries exploring a mysterious island, or a young man beginning to have some curious feelings about their greatest gaming opponent.

[Image: AP1GczOMI5-kYfAYA2QhG8HDxaWh3qI7xgPov54o...bS58=w2400]


Help! I Have A Crush On My Rival?! by Dice Problems is available on itch.io, and is based on the Carta game system.  Carta games are role-playing games that require a standard deck of playing cards.  The game “board” is made by arranging a certain number of random cards in a pattern, typically a grid.  A card is revealed and matched with a corresponding prompt for that card, which explains what happens to your character or how the game proceeds.  The game continues as the player moves from one adjoining card to another, following their prompts.  The game is over once they reveal the designated “end game” card or are eliminated in the process.  The developer using this system sets the theme and goal of the game, and may tweak and/or add new mechanics.

In the case of Help! I Have A Crush On My Rival!? its theme should be obvious. Also, it pairs the Carta mechanics with the task of creating a journal.  Each card prompt describes a situation or event for you to write about as you move the story along.  One of the mechanics this game uses is “Potential,” a scoring system that determines how successful an outcome your story will have.  When you turn over a red card, you gain Potential.  A back card looses you Potential.  Once you’ve revealed both Jokers, the game ends and you have to complete your story in a manner that reflects your amount of Potential.  There are a few other mechanics that can assist your character, but I will discuss those whenever they occur in the game.

Now, disclaimer upon disclaimer:

Help! is available on Itch.io as a “Name Your Own Price” game.  This means that while donations to the developer are encouraged, the game is fully available for free.  For that reason, I feel comfortable sharing the full wording of each prompt so the reader can fully appreciate how it influenced the story.  If you are interested in playing the game or reading it for yourself, I encourage you to download your own copy and donate, if that is something you feel led to do.

My story is not meant to be a deep, serious work of literature.  It’s a fun, casual game. As such, expect it to be full of romance and rom-com tropes.  I’m not looking to rework the genre or necessarily do something unique, different, or game-changing.

With the exception of a few classic games, all the titles I have used are original and, to the best of my knowledge, not real games (at least at the time of this writing).  That being said, while the titles are original, descriptions of each title’s gameplay might resemble, or outright mimic, a real, existing game.

The board and game progress is being tracked, and the cards were “shuffled” in Google Sheets. Screenshots will be included to monitor my progress.  If you have any questions or comments about how or why I am using this method, feel free to email me at tevsnextidea@gmail.com or leave a comment.

For graphics, I have decided I was going to use AI generated images for this story.  The main online tools I used were the generators that can be found at perchance.org. Whenever a different AI tool was used, it will be noted. Any edits or cleanup were done by me using GIMP.

While the images are generated, the text is not.  All the writing is a product of my own creativity, as directed by the prompts, with occasional help from a random name generator, here and there.

Thank you for bearing with me.  Now let’s get to the game.]]> INTRODUCTION:

If I haven't mentioned it already 😉, I've been distracted from my main role-playing game by a journaling game.  I am now far enough along in that game to start making posts.  If you're just here to read a good story, feel free to skip down to Prompt 1 and avoid all this background stuff. However, if you want to know why I became interested in this game and learn some of its mechanics, please read on.

The game I'm playing is Help! I Have A Crush On My Rival?! I think the reason I found this game so compelling is nostalgia. When I was in high school and discovering my enjoyment of creative writing, I wrote a lot of “crush” stories. Of course, they typically had a twist or involved bizarre circumstances: a murdered cheerleader; a demon unleashed into the world; a boy trapped in a coma because he preferred his dream world to the real one; chasing an evil warlord across time in a Highlander rip-off; or dead characters living in purgatory. I didn't have a successful dating life back then (frankly, I had no dating life) and maybe those stories were my chance to live the relationships I longed to have. (Considering the subject matter I previously listed, I must've had some real strange ideas about what would make the perfect date. 😳)

Today, I'm happily married to my “Crush,” having a great life, and wouldn't want to be with anyone else. Even so, I have a certain affinity for stories that explore new relationships.  Perhaps that is why I find Hallmark movies and other rom-coms more enjoyable to watch than many other men. Though my reasons for writing - not just demented romances, but all kinds of stories - might have changed over the years, I still love to imagine and document what another life might be like, whether it's a young woman developing her skills as a thief, new partners surviving in a post-apocalyptic Pennsylvania, a clown hunting giant chickens, a band of mercenaries exploring a mysterious island, or a young man beginning to have some curious feelings about their greatest gaming opponent.

[Image: AP1GczOMI5-kYfAYA2QhG8HDxaWh3qI7xgPov54o...bS58=w2400]


Help! I Have A Crush On My Rival?! by Dice Problems is available on itch.io, and is based on the Carta game system.  Carta games are role-playing games that require a standard deck of playing cards.  The game “board” is made by arranging a certain number of random cards in a pattern, typically a grid.  A card is revealed and matched with a corresponding prompt for that card, which explains what happens to your character or how the game proceeds.  The game continues as the player moves from one adjoining card to another, following their prompts.  The game is over once they reveal the designated “end game” card or are eliminated in the process.  The developer using this system sets the theme and goal of the game, and may tweak and/or add new mechanics.

In the case of Help! I Have A Crush On My Rival!? its theme should be obvious. Also, it pairs the Carta mechanics with the task of creating a journal.  Each card prompt describes a situation or event for you to write about as you move the story along.  One of the mechanics this game uses is “Potential,” a scoring system that determines how successful an outcome your story will have.  When you turn over a red card, you gain Potential.  A back card looses you Potential.  Once you’ve revealed both Jokers, the game ends and you have to complete your story in a manner that reflects your amount of Potential.  There are a few other mechanics that can assist your character, but I will discuss those whenever they occur in the game.

Now, disclaimer upon disclaimer:

Help! is available on Itch.io as a “Name Your Own Price” game.  This means that while donations to the developer are encouraged, the game is fully available for free.  For that reason, I feel comfortable sharing the full wording of each prompt so the reader can fully appreciate how it influenced the story.  If you are interested in playing the game or reading it for yourself, I encourage you to download your own copy and donate, if that is something you feel led to do.

My story is not meant to be a deep, serious work of literature.  It’s a fun, casual game. As such, expect it to be full of romance and rom-com tropes.  I’m not looking to rework the genre or necessarily do something unique, different, or game-changing.

With the exception of a few classic games, all the titles I have used are original and, to the best of my knowledge, not real games (at least at the time of this writing).  That being said, while the titles are original, descriptions of each title’s gameplay might resemble, or outright mimic, a real, existing game.

The board and game progress is being tracked, and the cards were “shuffled” in Google Sheets. Screenshots will be included to monitor my progress.  If you have any questions or comments about how or why I am using this method, feel free to email me at tevsnextidea@gmail.com or leave a comment.

For graphics, I have decided I was going to use AI generated images for this story.  The main online tools I used were the generators that can be found at perchance.org. Whenever a different AI tool was used, it will be noted. Any edits or cleanup were done by me using GIMP.

While the images are generated, the text is not.  All the writing is a product of my own creativity, as directed by the prompts, with occasional help from a random name generator, here and there.

Thank you for bearing with me.  Now let’s get to the game.]]> <![CDATA[My DIY Projects]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-My-DIY-Projects Wed, 05 Feb 2025 17:55:36 +0000 Teviko604]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-My-DIY-Projects middle of campaign, after all, not to mention the tons of solo games I've collected on itch.io), but I'm just not playing as frequently.

What I have been doing these past few months are several tabletop gaming related crafting projects.  I recently featured these projects on my blog.  If you're interested it can be read here:

https://tevsnextidea.blogspot.com/2025/0...yself.html]]> middle of campaign, after all, not to mention the tons of solo games I've collected on itch.io), but I'm just not playing as frequently.

What I have been doing these past few months are several tabletop gaming related crafting projects.  I recently featured these projects on my blog.  If you're interested it can be read here:

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Does the pack still have food in it?

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

No, and the pack itself was in shoddy condition, so there was no telling how much time was left before it fell apart completely.  As tempting as it was to take the stairs down, he preferred to take the elevator down if it still worked.  Before that though, he looked for a weapon.  Does he find one?

No, and...

No, and most of the construction materials present would be too heavy and awkward to use as weapons anyway.  With a sigh, he walked toward the elevator at the far end of the rooftop and pressed the call button.  Does the elevator still work?

No, but...

There's no response when he presses the button, but the stairs down are still usable, so that is where he makes his descent.  This skyscraper has a total of 42 floors, and he reaches floor thirty when he decides to try his luck with looking for another weapon.  Does he find one?

No, but...

Still no luck with finding a weapon, however he does notice an open bag of chips hidden behind a stack of pallets.  He swipes it and places it in his pack, well aware that it meant that someone was here.  He continues down, and tries again on floor 25.  Does he find a weapon?

Yes, and...

He finally succeeds and finds a nail hammer on a workbench as well as a gray, cordless nailgun.  He checks the clip to determine how many nails are inside.

101 = 101[d200]

The clip has 101 nails.  It may not be the strongest weapon in a zombie apocalypse, but it was better than nothing.  He continued going down the building until he reached the 18th floor where he spotted a decaying figure standing in between stacks of construction material.  What is it dressed as?

Freely / Harsh

Heaps of rotting skin hung from its body, complete with calluses and scars.  Its clothing was absolutely shredded, and the only thing intact is the pair of work boots on its feet.  Does it detect him?

Yes

The zombie has no idea he's there, and rather than spend ammunition on a single zombie, he decides to slip past it to the next staircase down.  Does he sneak past the zombie?

No

He gets into a crouch and tries to move toward the staircase, but as if bad luck stepped in, the zombie turned in his direction and groaned as it shambled toward him.  He raised his nailgun at the zombie and fired 4 nails.  Does Nail 1 hit?

Yes, and...

Does Nail 2 hit?

Yes

Does Nail 3 hit?

Yes, and...

Does Nail 4 hit?

Yes

All 4 nails hit, with the first striking it in the forehead and stunning it.  This deals

Critical Damage: Requires immediate attention; clearly disabling if not immediately desctructive.

The nails abosulutely shred the zombie, and it collapses to the floor.  It is still crawling toward you.  Is it close enough to attack?

No

With the advantage on his side, he leaves the crawler and continues going down. He gets to the 11th floor and has a better view of the construction site surrounding the building.  Zombies are milling about, and he takes count.

6 = 2[d4]+4[d4]

Six zombies are shambling around the site.  He figured they would be easy enough to avoid, but before he went down further, he decided to search the floor for any food.  Does he find any?

No, and...

No, and in his search he misses a gap in the floor and falls through to the next floor.

Severe Injury: Incapacitating and may become Critical if untreated.

Unfortunately, the fall ends up being much worse than he thought.  A sharp pain shoots through his ankle as the tip of a metal rod tore against it. He stumbles onto the floor, his wound bleeding.  After some time, he struggles to his feet and looks out for any trailers.  There's a good chance they'll have medical supplies.  How many trailers does he spot?

1 = 1[d3]

There's only one trailer, and it's by the edge of the construction site.  He needed medical attention, and he needed it now.  He limped along, cautious about where he stepped.  Soon, he reached the bottom floor and sighted his destination.  Now was to determine how many zombies were between him and the trailer.

5 = 5[d6]

He grunted in frustration as five zombies impeded his path toward the trailer.  He had to get by them somehow.  There may be something amidst the construction materials that could be used as a distraction.  Is there such an item around?

Yes, but...

Close by is a stack of concrete blocks, but lifting one proves to be quite heavy for him.  He hobbles over to the edge of the floor and hurls it outside, the pain in his ankle impeding his throw.

11 = 12[d20]-1

The distance the block is thrown is midway before it thumps to the ground. It makes a thunking sound, but the sandlot may have dampened some of the noise.  Does the noise grab the zombies' attention?

No

None of the zombies are drawn to the fallen cinderblock, so he grabs another cinderblock from the stack and throws that one.

8 = 9[d20]-1

This one travels much less farther than the first one, and there's a risk the zombies may notice him as well.  Do the zombies hear the second fallen cinderblock?

Yes

Three of them turn their heads to the sound of the cinderblock and drag their feet toward it.  Do the three zombies notice him?

No, and...

They continue on, completely ignoring him and leaving two in front of the path to the trailer.  He decides that he can deal with the two and limps toward them with the nailgun ready.  When he's within range, he fires off a burst of 5 nails at the closer of the two zombies.  Does he hit the zombie?

Yes

4 = 4[d5]

Moderate Damage: Hampers functionality significantly; will require repair/mechanical attention.

Four of the five nails strike the zombie square in the chest.  Its torso has suffered great damage, but its still coming as is the other one.  Where did the lone nail that missed the zombie go?

Agree / War

The nail that missed the punctured zombie zipped past the other one and struck a heavy duty tire of one of the bulldozers.  The pincushion zombie continues to close in, but he still has time for another shot, so he fires a short burst of 3.  Does this burst hit the zombie?

Yes

1 = 1[d3]

Minor Damage: Largely superficial; degrades performance, but not disabling.

Of the nails that came out of the 3-round burst, only one hit its mark and it was on its hand.  Do the two nails that missed hit the other zombie?

Yes, and...

1 = 1[d2]

Critical Damage: Requires immediate attention; clearly disabling if not immediately desctructive.

One of the two nails that missed the first zombie strike the second zombie, dealing major damage and slowing it down significantly.  Does the last nail that missed hit anything?

No

The third and final nail in the burst lands in the sand.  The closer zombie is now close and swings at Chase, who tries to back out of range.  Does he avoid the attack?

No, but...

Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.

The strike was a lot harder than he anticipated, the damage so great it dislocated his shoulder and tore out a chunk of flesh.  However, the lunge caused the zombie to lose its footing and fall prone.  Chase is now bleeding heavily, and can feel his consciousness waning.  Is he still able to stand?

No

The damage is too much, and he collapses onto the ground.  He tries to raise his nailgun and keep fighting, but the heavy injury to his shoulder had disabled his shooting arm, rendering it useless.  Even worse, the other zombies that had been previously lured away were now closing in on him.  He tried to fight them off with whatever working limbs were left, but they soon overwhelmed him and made a meal out of his body as his screams came out until they too were silenced.  Is it over?

Yes, and...

Yes, and soon after the buffet was finished, all that remained was a bloody, skeletal corpse.]]>
Does the pack still have food in it?

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

No, and the pack itself was in shoddy condition, so there was no telling how much time was left before it fell apart completely.  As tempting as it was to take the stairs down, he preferred to take the elevator down if it still worked.  Before that though, he looked for a weapon.  Does he find one?

No, and...

No, and most of the construction materials present would be too heavy and awkward to use as weapons anyway.  With a sigh, he walked toward the elevator at the far end of the rooftop and pressed the call button.  Does the elevator still work?

No, but...

There's no response when he presses the button, but the stairs down are still usable, so that is where he makes his descent.  This skyscraper has a total of 42 floors, and he reaches floor thirty when he decides to try his luck with looking for another weapon.  Does he find one?

No, but...

Still no luck with finding a weapon, however he does notice an open bag of chips hidden behind a stack of pallets.  He swipes it and places it in his pack, well aware that it meant that someone was here.  He continues down, and tries again on floor 25.  Does he find a weapon?

Yes, and...

He finally succeeds and finds a nail hammer on a workbench as well as a gray, cordless nailgun.  He checks the clip to determine how many nails are inside.

101 = 101[d200]

The clip has 101 nails.  It may not be the strongest weapon in a zombie apocalypse, but it was better than nothing.  He continued going down the building until he reached the 18th floor where he spotted a decaying figure standing in between stacks of construction material.  What is it dressed as?

Freely / Harsh

Heaps of rotting skin hung from its body, complete with calluses and scars.  Its clothing was absolutely shredded, and the only thing intact is the pair of work boots on its feet.  Does it detect him?

Yes

The zombie has no idea he's there, and rather than spend ammunition on a single zombie, he decides to slip past it to the next staircase down.  Does he sneak past the zombie?

No

He gets into a crouch and tries to move toward the staircase, but as if bad luck stepped in, the zombie turned in his direction and groaned as it shambled toward him.  He raised his nailgun at the zombie and fired 4 nails.  Does Nail 1 hit?

Yes, and...

Does Nail 2 hit?

Yes

Does Nail 3 hit?

Yes, and...

Does Nail 4 hit?

Yes

All 4 nails hit, with the first striking it in the forehead and stunning it.  This deals

Critical Damage: Requires immediate attention; clearly disabling if not immediately desctructive.

The nails abosulutely shred the zombie, and it collapses to the floor.  It is still crawling toward you.  Is it close enough to attack?

No

With the advantage on his side, he leaves the crawler and continues going down. He gets to the 11th floor and has a better view of the construction site surrounding the building.  Zombies are milling about, and he takes count.

6 = 2[d4]+4[d4]

Six zombies are shambling around the site.  He figured they would be easy enough to avoid, but before he went down further, he decided to search the floor for any food.  Does he find any?

No, and...

No, and in his search he misses a gap in the floor and falls through to the next floor.

Severe Injury: Incapacitating and may become Critical if untreated.

Unfortunately, the fall ends up being much worse than he thought.  A sharp pain shoots through his ankle as the tip of a metal rod tore against it. He stumbles onto the floor, his wound bleeding.  After some time, he struggles to his feet and looks out for any trailers.  There's a good chance they'll have medical supplies.  How many trailers does he spot?

1 = 1[d3]

There's only one trailer, and it's by the edge of the construction site.  He needed medical attention, and he needed it now.  He limped along, cautious about where he stepped.  Soon, he reached the bottom floor and sighted his destination.  Now was to determine how many zombies were between him and the trailer.

5 = 5[d6]

He grunted in frustration as five zombies impeded his path toward the trailer.  He had to get by them somehow.  There may be something amidst the construction materials that could be used as a distraction.  Is there such an item around?

Yes, but...

Close by is a stack of concrete blocks, but lifting one proves to be quite heavy for him.  He hobbles over to the edge of the floor and hurls it outside, the pain in his ankle impeding his throw.

11 = 12[d20]-1

The distance the block is thrown is midway before it thumps to the ground. It makes a thunking sound, but the sandlot may have dampened some of the noise.  Does the noise grab the zombies' attention?

No

None of the zombies are drawn to the fallen cinderblock, so he grabs another cinderblock from the stack and throws that one.

8 = 9[d20]-1

This one travels much less farther than the first one, and there's a risk the zombies may notice him as well.  Do the zombies hear the second fallen cinderblock?

Yes

Three of them turn their heads to the sound of the cinderblock and drag their feet toward it.  Do the three zombies notice him?

No, and...

They continue on, completely ignoring him and leaving two in front of the path to the trailer.  He decides that he can deal with the two and limps toward them with the nailgun ready.  When he's within range, he fires off a burst of 5 nails at the closer of the two zombies.  Does he hit the zombie?

Yes

4 = 4[d5]

Moderate Damage: Hampers functionality significantly; will require repair/mechanical attention.

Four of the five nails strike the zombie square in the chest.  Its torso has suffered great damage, but its still coming as is the other one.  Where did the lone nail that missed the zombie go?

Agree / War

The nail that missed the punctured zombie zipped past the other one and struck a heavy duty tire of one of the bulldozers.  The pincushion zombie continues to close in, but he still has time for another shot, so he fires a short burst of 3.  Does this burst hit the zombie?

Yes

1 = 1[d3]

Minor Damage: Largely superficial; degrades performance, but not disabling.

Of the nails that came out of the 3-round burst, only one hit its mark and it was on its hand.  Do the two nails that missed hit the other zombie?

Yes, and...

1 = 1[d2]

Critical Damage: Requires immediate attention; clearly disabling if not immediately desctructive.

One of the two nails that missed the first zombie strike the second zombie, dealing major damage and slowing it down significantly.  Does the last nail that missed hit anything?

No

The third and final nail in the burst lands in the sand.  The closer zombie is now close and swings at Chase, who tries to back out of range.  Does he avoid the attack?

No, but...

Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.

The strike was a lot harder than he anticipated, the damage so great it dislocated his shoulder and tore out a chunk of flesh.  However, the lunge caused the zombie to lose its footing and fall prone.  Chase is now bleeding heavily, and can feel his consciousness waning.  Is he still able to stand?

No

The damage is too much, and he collapses onto the ground.  He tries to raise his nailgun and keep fighting, but the heavy injury to his shoulder had disabled his shooting arm, rendering it useless.  Even worse, the other zombies that had been previously lured away were now closing in on him.  He tried to fight them off with whatever working limbs were left, but they soon overwhelmed him and made a meal out of his body as his screams came out until they too were silenced.  Is it over?

Yes, and...

Yes, and soon after the buffet was finished, all that remained was a bloody, skeletal corpse.]]> <![CDATA[The Broken Empires RPG - Kickstarted - With Solo Rules]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-The-Broken-Empires-RPG-Kickstarted-With-Solo-Rules Tue, 01 Oct 2024 20:47:40 +0000 Jingo]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-The-Broken-Empires-RPG-Kickstarted-With-Solo-Rules
For anyone interested, it started this morning and runs for 30 days if you want to help support it:
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/evi...mpires-rpg

Anyway, looks like a fantastic system, IMO, and I'm supporting it. 

I'm looking forward to running a game here on RPGSolo once he finishes and publishes it.]]>
For anyone interested, it started this morning and runs for 30 days if you want to help support it:
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/evi...mpires-rpg

Anyway, looks like a fantastic system, IMO, and I'm supporting it. 

I'm looking forward to running a game here on RPGSolo once he finishes and publishes it.]]> <![CDATA[Notes aren't saving]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Notes-aren-t-saving Mon, 02 Sep 2024 17:09:59 +0000 Oaen]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Notes-aren-t-saving I am not 100% sure if this is a bug, feature or something that I am doing wrong but regardless, I would really appreciate it if the notes could be saved.

(To clarify, everything else does save. Only what is written in the notes section disapears)]]> I am not 100% sure if this is a bug, feature or something that I am doing wrong but regardless, I would really appreciate it if the notes could be saved.

(To clarify, everything else does save. Only what is written in the notes section disapears)]]> <![CDATA[Steampunk - Crouching Lyon Hidden Anaconda (Mythic/GRASP)]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Anachronistic-Steampunk-Crouching-Lyon-Hidden-Anaconda-Mythic-GRASP Tue, 06 Aug 2024 03:36:01 +0000 Jingo]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Anachronistic-Steampunk-Crouching-Lyon-Hidden-Anaconda-Mythic-GRASP GRASP RPG Solo game guide. I'll be using Mythic loosely for some aspects. Don't expect well-crafted narrative and intricate character arcs here. This is just me enjoying a game. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the playthrough as well.

Session 0:
I wanted to play something that involved an assassin etc in the Steampunk genre. I decided on a male of a noble house. But interestingly, his random personality doesn't exactly lend itself to him backstabbing people in dark alleys. But maybe that'll make for some interesting game moments. I think he's learned some from his past but struggles against his nature and training as well. Here's the character I created. I'll provide a more robust character sheet later.

Meet Michel Lyons. Male. Age 33.

Personality
4 Conscientiousness, 5 Agreeableness, 6 Neuroticism, 3 Openness, 6 Extraversion
Good impulse control, goal oriented, kind, very moody, somewhat open to new things and to others, loves social interaction

Motivations
Make amends for his past; Find Penny Walker; Bring House Anaconda to justice

Appearance Strong, athletic, tall, and handsome with well manicured sideburns and goatee and well tailored clothes that befits House Lyons.

Backstory Wealthy potential heir and socialite. Trained as an assassin when young. Feels regret and remorse from accidental killing. Recent betrayal in battle by House Anaconda resulted in House Lyons being nearly wiped out. Recently recovered from wounds. Peggy Walker was kidnapped. He will find her.

Abilities 1 STR (strength, endurance, health), 1 REF (reflexes, quickness, dexterity) 0 MND (intelligence, wisdom, observation), 2 SNK (deception, stealth, blending in) 0 PRS  (persuasion, intimidation, sociability)

Skills 2 Athletics, 1 Awareness, 0 Combat (guns), 1 Combat (close), 1 Communication, 0 Knowledge, 2 Stealth, -1 Survival, -1 Technical

Other Professional Training Noble background and upbringing]]> GRASP RPG Solo game guide. I'll be using Mythic loosely for some aspects. Don't expect well-crafted narrative and intricate character arcs here. This is just me enjoying a game. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the playthrough as well.

Session 0:
I wanted to play something that involved an assassin etc in the Steampunk genre. I decided on a male of a noble house. But interestingly, his random personality doesn't exactly lend itself to him backstabbing people in dark alleys. But maybe that'll make for some interesting game moments. I think he's learned some from his past but struggles against his nature and training as well. Here's the character I created. I'll provide a more robust character sheet later.

Meet Michel Lyons. Male. Age 33.

Personality
4 Conscientiousness, 5 Agreeableness, 6 Neuroticism, 3 Openness, 6 Extraversion
Good impulse control, goal oriented, kind, very moody, somewhat open to new things and to others, loves social interaction

Motivations
Make amends for his past; Find Penny Walker; Bring House Anaconda to justice

Appearance Strong, athletic, tall, and handsome with well manicured sideburns and goatee and well tailored clothes that befits House Lyons.

Backstory Wealthy potential heir and socialite. Trained as an assassin when young. Feels regret and remorse from accidental killing. Recent betrayal in battle by House Anaconda resulted in House Lyons being nearly wiped out. Recently recovered from wounds. Peggy Walker was kidnapped. He will find her.

Abilities 1 STR (strength, endurance, health), 1 REF (reflexes, quickness, dexterity) 0 MND (intelligence, wisdom, observation), 2 SNK (deception, stealth, blending in) 0 PRS  (persuasion, intimidation, sociability)

Skills 2 Athletics, 1 Awareness, 0 Combat (guns), 1 Combat (close), 1 Communication, 0 Knowledge, 2 Stealth, -1 Survival, -1 Technical

Other Professional Training Noble background and upbringing]]> <![CDATA[Endless Solo RPGs with AI DM via "Friends and Fables" - DnD 5e]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Endless-Solo-RPGs-with-AI-DM-via-Friends-and-Fables-DnD-5e Sat, 13 Jul 2024 05:20:30 +0000 Jingo]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Endless-Solo-RPGs-with-AI-DM-via-Friends-and-Fables-DnD-5e
It's solo in the sense that the DM is AI powered (currently llama model), whom the devs have affectionately named "Franz". (I have personally started calling calling the game "Friends and Franz").

Here's short youtube video about F&F.

Now, understand that Franz is a little wonky at times and often has memory issues and gets cyclical in some of his thinking. It's also in open beta so things are still being worked on. But honestly, I'm proud of the product and believe it's the best AI game mastered RPG game out there. It's come a huge way in just six months. The devs (all two of them) are very responsive and listen to and readily apply feedback and they're constantly improving the game. 

Some things I like about it:
  • A character sheet with inventory 
  • Combat that follows 5e rules
  • Ability to generate your worlds in any genre 
  • Ability to place custom interactions to guide the DM
  • The app auto-generates images for items, places, etc
  • Franz can take a few loose ends and make up stuff on the fly

You can start out with a fifty-turn free trial (which is like fifty back and forth actions with you and the DM). After that it's subscription based.
https://www.fables.gg/

Towards the end of the year, they're going to offer a free tier, I think.
Anyway, I'm also one of the mods on their discord server. I hope you give the game a try and come by for a visit.

Here's a screen capture of a fun moment I had in the game where I told Franz, I wanted a little more descriptive gore in his descriptions and he responded... Smile
View Image]]>
It's solo in the sense that the DM is AI powered (currently llama model), whom the devs have affectionately named "Franz". (I have personally started calling calling the game "Friends and Franz").

Here's short youtube video about F&F.

Now, understand that Franz is a little wonky at times and often has memory issues and gets cyclical in some of his thinking. It's also in open beta so things are still being worked on. But honestly, I'm proud of the product and believe it's the best AI game mastered RPG game out there. It's come a huge way in just six months. The devs (all two of them) are very responsive and listen to and readily apply feedback and they're constantly improving the game. 

Some things I like about it:
  • A character sheet with inventory 
  • Combat that follows 5e rules
  • Ability to generate your worlds in any genre 
  • Ability to place custom interactions to guide the DM
  • The app auto-generates images for items, places, etc
  • Franz can take a few loose ends and make up stuff on the fly

You can start out with a fifty-turn free trial (which is like fifty back and forth actions with you and the DM). After that it's subscription based.
https://www.fables.gg/

Towards the end of the year, they're going to offer a free tier, I think.
Anyway, I'm also one of the mods on their discord server. I hope you give the game a try and come by for a visit.

Here's a screen capture of a fun moment I had in the game where I told Franz, I wanted a little more descriptive gore in his descriptions and he responded... Smile
View Image]]> <![CDATA[short for fun zombie survival run]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Zombie-Apocalypse-short-for-fun-zombie-survival-run Fri, 12 Apr 2024 15:42:01 +0000 smw]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Zombie-Apocalypse-short-for-fun-zombie-survival-run Each turn represents an hour, aim is to survive as long as possible.

Survivor one

Distracted criminal

Harry was a petty thief who had lived in London his whole life.
When day zero came along he was in the middle of searching someone's flat for valuables.
Hearing a lot of noise outside he glanced out the window and saw flames and smoke in the distance along with lots of sirens and people panicking.

His natural tendency to avoid people allowed him by luck more than anything to avoid the outbreak and by the time he was holed up in his loft reports of zombies were starting to spread.
His self preservation skills outweighed any disbelief and he managed to survive when others fell.


With Green zones heavily secured Harry was often in trouble, and at risk of expulsion beyond the walls.

He woke today to find himself in unfamiliar surroundings, his first thought was he can't have got so drunk or stoned, but he quickly realised he was not in the safe zone anymore.

A quick search around this room turned up

Above average cleaver

Above average ammo (5.56 mm)

Katana

Claw hammer

Some useful items even if the bullets were of no immediate use. Armed with the katana in one hand and the cleaver in the other, he left the room

Disinfected dormitory

confronted by a eerily clean corridor like some kind of hospital dormitory

any sign of anyone else?

(50/50) Yes

are they a zombie?

(Likely) Yes

have they noticed Harry?

(50/50) Yes

A shuffling figure makes its way from the other end of the corridor, Harry stand frozen momentarily

as it gets close Harry swings the Katana

(Likely) Yes

Moderate Injury: Hampers action significantly; will require first aid/medical attention.

slicing the zombie one arm falls to the floor with a slick slop
the zombie appears to concerned and continues to reach out with the other arm as Harry backs up

(Very Likely) Yes

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

The zombie lashes out at Harry

Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

In a panic he swings the cleaver in his left hand whilst thrusting the katana forwards blindly

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

The zombie continues to claw at him ignoring small cuts

Moderate Injury: Hampers action significantly; will require first aid/medical attention.

one claw like hand rips through the skin on his arm the talon like nails cutting almost the bone

dropping the katana in his injured right he takes a measured swing with the cleaver, his imminent death kicking his survival habits to the fore

Killed.

his brutal swing sends the zombie head flying as it bounces from the corridor wall and its body collapses like a puppet with its strings cut
Harry sits back heavily holding his wounded arm close as he catches his breath and tries to calm down

Can Harry patch himself up with the supplies at hand

(Somewhat Likely) No

his attempts at bandaging using some cloth from one of the rooms just leaves him dizzy with blood loss.
Sitting for a moment he kicks in the door of the next room to search for aid

Rubble-strewn carnival

the room has clearly been searched and is a ruin as though a mad clown has run amok

Club

Gas can

Trench coat

Clothing

taking the clothing he tries again to bandage his arm with one good hand

(50/50) No, and...

crying in frustration he hears noise outside, holding the cleaver in his good left hand he clutches the bleeding mess of his right arm to his chest

Is it a zombie?

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, and...

how many?

2 = 2[d3]

have they seen him?

(Unlikely) No

are they coming this way?

(50/50) No

watching them shuffle past the corridor, Harry leans back into the room and takes a breath.
draping the trench coat over his shoulders for added protection he slowly moves down the corridor
is there a way out?

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, but...

it is locked?

(50/50) Yes

can he open it with his claw hammer?

(50/50) Yes

using the hammer he forces the locked door open and takes in the outside view

Burning clinic

the hospital he thought the dormitory fitted is confirmed all around him, only it is on fire directly opposite him, with signs of violence and ruin all around

are there any zombies outside in view?

(50/50) Yes, but...

they are focused on something else and moving away
can Harry see any escape route?

(50/50) No

moving slowly outside he looks for any way out of what appears to be a central court between the former hospital buildings

He spies a building that looks both quiet and not yet on fire

Old abandoned airport

As he gets closer he realises it is a control room opposite the hospitals helipad

is there a helicopter there?

(Unlikely) No

is there anything in the room he can use?

(50/50) No, but...

is there anyone in there?

(Somewhat Likely) No

is it an animal?

(50/50) No

is the radio on?

(50/50) Yes, and...

a voice is coming out
"mayday mayday, this is ...."

Tongue-tied female banker

".... well this is Cheryl is anyone out there? can you help me... please?"

is the receiver mic working?

(Likely) Yes

Harry tabs the speak button, "Hello?"

"oh my god, hello, hello" gabbles the panicked voice. "where are you? can you help?"
"I'm in a infested hospital which is on fire, not sure where I am, where are you?"

silence for a moment... "oh, you don't sound like you can help, I am locked inside the bank building in *name of town*, but they are everywhere and I can't get to the car on my own, everyone else is dead".

Harry looks around and sees a torn map, the name of the town seems to match, "Cheryl, it looks like I am outside town, you mentioned a car? can you get to it and drive to me and we can work together?"

"no, no I am the one needing help.." is the panicked response

can Harry convince her to try and get to the car

(50/50) Yes

does she make it to the car?

(Very Likely) Yes

does she drive to the hospital?

(Likely) Yes, and...

she finds a route through to the helipad.
Its a solid looking 4x4 with wooden armour riveted over the windows for protection.

Does Harry manage to wait for her in safety?

(50/50) Yes

finding some first aid supplies whilst he tries to stay hidden, he tries again to sort out his arm

(50/50) Yes, but...

he has lost a lot of blood and is feeling woozy.

Can Harry get to the car himself?

(Likely) Yes

Harry starts to jog towards the car as best he can
is he seen?

(50/50) Yes

zombie?

(Very Likely) Yes, and...

how many?

3 = 3[d5]

can he get to the car first and get in?

(Somewhat Likely) No

is one closer to him than the others?

(50/50) Yes

seeing one Zombie is going to get to him Harry turns to charge at the zombie swinging his cleaver over his head

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

the zombie trips over from the blow but is quickly back to its feet, Harry steps in and swings once more

Severe Injury: Incapacitating and may become Critical if untreated.

with its head hanging by a thread the zombie seems less of a threat and Harry turns back to run

can he outpace the other two zombies?

(50/50) No

does Cheryl help?

(Somewhat Likely) No

Harry screams at Cheryl to drive closer or to run over the zombies, but she seems frozen in fear
Harry turns and throws the cleaver at the nearest zombie

Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.

with the cleaver sticking out of its head like some action flick the zombie loses coordination and falls to its knees.
with the last zombie still heading for him, Harry pulls the claw hammer from his belt and prepares to bludgeon its head in

Killed.

with a clean swing the hammer wedges through the zombies head with a horrible noise

letting go Harry turns to walk to the car with a smirk on his face

does he get in the car now?

(Sure Thing) Yes, and...

Cheryl give him a hug and tells him there is a first aid box he can try
does this help him recover?

(Somewhat Likely) Yes

"hey, I'm Harry, where we heading Cheryl?"

"I need to get back to the Green zone but my boss was with me and had the clearance papers"
"Papers? do they not let you in once checked for infection these days?"

"not since some anarchists opened a safe zone to the infected so they could loot the armoury, or at least that's what Ken said" as she mentioned his name she stifled a panicked sob with tears in her eyes.
"Ken was my boss, he thought we could get some valuables from the bank that would still be worth something, he had keys to the safe deposit boxes", only he got dragged away by a mob, I managed to lock myself in the bank and hide, they eventually seemed to wonder off and I found the old radio in  the guard room".

As they drive down the road

Hard-to-reach stadium

They see a large sports stadium with cars, bodies, guard posts and wreckage all over the place, it looks like they used this as a check and treatment point in the early days before it got over run and is now a ghost town.
Are there any visible zombies moving about?

(50/50) No, and...

the place is eerily quiet, does the car get them to the next location?

(50/50) No

with a clunk the car engine gives out and rolls to a stop... "no, no, no we are out of petrol"
Harry looks around "don't worry one of these vehicles should have some gas we can borrow or use instead.

does he find any fuel he can use?

(50/50) No

does he find a vehicle they can use?

(50/50) Yes, but...

Pick up

it is a old battered pick up truck, but he gets it running

do zombies appear from the stadium?

(50/50) Yes

5 = 5[d10]

can Cheryl get in the pick up with Harry before they get to them?

(Very Likely) Yes

gunning the engine they drive away

Ruined dormitory

Easily defendable signal tower

Fortified barn

as they leave the urban surroundings they find they are passing a farm with a water tower and a solid looking barn, the house looks to be in ruins following a fire.

do they stop at the barn first?

(50/50) No

driving on to the water tower they decide to climb it and either block off the ladder up or at least it should be easy to defend as the zombies don't really climb ladders.

do they find anything around the truck or area before climbing the tower?

(50/50) Yes

2 = 2[d10]

Very high quality scoped hunting rifle (.308 cal)

Kerosene

finding a rifle in the back of the truck Harry curses that it takes different ammo than he found earlier., the kerosene will let them have a fire at least, plenty of wood is available amongst the ruined buildings.

do they find any food

(Somewhat Likely) No

water?

(Very Likely) Yes, and...

they find some material to use for bedding, climbing the tower they settle in for the night.

do they live through the night?

(Likely) Yes

in the morning they explore the area again for food

(Somewhat Likely) No, and...

instead the find zombies?

(50/50) Yes

5 = 5[d10]

do they spot them first?

(50/50) No

is it Cheryl ?

(50/50) No

As Harry opens a barn door a mass falls on top of him, the zombies had pilled up against the door trying to force their way out

Killed.

Harry is instantly torn to pieces.
Does Cheryl get away?

(50/50) No

Moderate Injury: Hampers action significantly; will require first aid/medical attention.

as they finish with Harry those at the back chase down Cheryl as she trips running back to the tower.

Cheryl uses her adrenaline to get moving and staggers forwards

does she get clear?

(50/50) Yes, and...

making it to the truck and drives away clear

does she make it to the Green zone and safety?

(50/50) Yes, but...

do they let her in?

(Likely) Yes

was she infected?

(50/50) No

does she have a heart attack?

(50/50) No

in that case lets say she is fine but suffers with panic attacks from then on]]> Each turn represents an hour, aim is to survive as long as possible.

Survivor one

Distracted criminal

Harry was a petty thief who had lived in London his whole life.
When day zero came along he was in the middle of searching someone's flat for valuables.
Hearing a lot of noise outside he glanced out the window and saw flames and smoke in the distance along with lots of sirens and people panicking.

His natural tendency to avoid people allowed him by luck more than anything to avoid the outbreak and by the time he was holed up in his loft reports of zombies were starting to spread.
His self preservation skills outweighed any disbelief and he managed to survive when others fell.


With Green zones heavily secured Harry was often in trouble, and at risk of expulsion beyond the walls.

He woke today to find himself in unfamiliar surroundings, his first thought was he can't have got so drunk or stoned, but he quickly realised he was not in the safe zone anymore.

A quick search around this room turned up

Above average cleaver

Above average ammo (5.56 mm)

Katana

Claw hammer

Some useful items even if the bullets were of no immediate use. Armed with the katana in one hand and the cleaver in the other, he left the room

Disinfected dormitory

confronted by a eerily clean corridor like some kind of hospital dormitory

any sign of anyone else?

(50/50) Yes

are they a zombie?

(Likely) Yes

have they noticed Harry?

(50/50) Yes

A shuffling figure makes its way from the other end of the corridor, Harry stand frozen momentarily

as it gets close Harry swings the Katana

(Likely) Yes

Moderate Injury: Hampers action significantly; will require first aid/medical attention.

slicing the zombie one arm falls to the floor with a slick slop
the zombie appears to concerned and continues to reach out with the other arm as Harry backs up

(Very Likely) Yes

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

The zombie lashes out at Harry

Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.

In a panic he swings the cleaver in his left hand whilst thrusting the katana forwards blindly

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

The zombie continues to claw at him ignoring small cuts

Moderate Injury: Hampers action significantly; will require first aid/medical attention.

one claw like hand rips through the skin on his arm the talon like nails cutting almost the bone

dropping the katana in his injured right he takes a measured swing with the cleaver, his imminent death kicking his survival habits to the fore

Killed.

his brutal swing sends the zombie head flying as it bounces from the corridor wall and its body collapses like a puppet with its strings cut
Harry sits back heavily holding his wounded arm close as he catches his breath and tries to calm down

Can Harry patch himself up with the supplies at hand

(Somewhat Likely) No

his attempts at bandaging using some cloth from one of the rooms just leaves him dizzy with blood loss.
Sitting for a moment he kicks in the door of the next room to search for aid

Rubble-strewn carnival

the room has clearly been searched and is a ruin as though a mad clown has run amok

Club

Gas can

Trench coat

Clothing

taking the clothing he tries again to bandage his arm with one good hand

(50/50) No, and...

crying in frustration he hears noise outside, holding the cleaver in his good left hand he clutches the bleeding mess of his right arm to his chest

Is it a zombie?

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, and...

how many?

2 = 2[d3]

have they seen him?

(Unlikely) No

are they coming this way?

(50/50) No

watching them shuffle past the corridor, Harry leans back into the room and takes a breath.
draping the trench coat over his shoulders for added protection he slowly moves down the corridor
is there a way out?

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, but...

it is locked?

(50/50) Yes

can he open it with his claw hammer?

(50/50) Yes

using the hammer he forces the locked door open and takes in the outside view

Burning clinic

the hospital he thought the dormitory fitted is confirmed all around him, only it is on fire directly opposite him, with signs of violence and ruin all around

are there any zombies outside in view?

(50/50) Yes, but...

they are focused on something else and moving away
can Harry see any escape route?

(50/50) No

moving slowly outside he looks for any way out of what appears to be a central court between the former hospital buildings

He spies a building that looks both quiet and not yet on fire

Old abandoned airport

As he gets closer he realises it is a control room opposite the hospitals helipad

is there a helicopter there?

(Unlikely) No

is there anything in the room he can use?

(50/50) No, but...

is there anyone in there?

(Somewhat Likely) No

is it an animal?

(50/50) No

is the radio on?

(50/50) Yes, and...

a voice is coming out
"mayday mayday, this is ...."

Tongue-tied female banker

".... well this is Cheryl is anyone out there? can you help me... please?"

is the receiver mic working?

(Likely) Yes

Harry tabs the speak button, "Hello?"

"oh my god, hello, hello" gabbles the panicked voice. "where are you? can you help?"
"I'm in a infested hospital which is on fire, not sure where I am, where are you?"

silence for a moment... "oh, you don't sound like you can help, I am locked inside the bank building in *name of town*, but they are everywhere and I can't get to the car on my own, everyone else is dead".

Harry looks around and sees a torn map, the name of the town seems to match, "Cheryl, it looks like I am outside town, you mentioned a car? can you get to it and drive to me and we can work together?"

"no, no I am the one needing help.." is the panicked response

can Harry convince her to try and get to the car

(50/50) Yes

does she make it to the car?

(Very Likely) Yes

does she drive to the hospital?

(Likely) Yes, and...

she finds a route through to the helipad.
Its a solid looking 4x4 with wooden armour riveted over the windows for protection.

Does Harry manage to wait for her in safety?

(50/50) Yes

finding some first aid supplies whilst he tries to stay hidden, he tries again to sort out his arm

(50/50) Yes, but...

he has lost a lot of blood and is feeling woozy.

Can Harry get to the car himself?

(Likely) Yes

Harry starts to jog towards the car as best he can
is he seen?

(50/50) Yes

zombie?

(Very Likely) Yes, and...

how many?

3 = 3[d5]

can he get to the car first and get in?

(Somewhat Likely) No

is one closer to him than the others?

(50/50) Yes

seeing one Zombie is going to get to him Harry turns to charge at the zombie swinging his cleaver over his head

Minor Injury: Largely superficial; painful and distracting, but not life threatening.

the zombie trips over from the blow but is quickly back to its feet, Harry steps in and swings once more

Severe Injury: Incapacitating and may become Critical if untreated.

with its head hanging by a thread the zombie seems less of a threat and Harry turns back to run

can he outpace the other two zombies?

(50/50) No

does Cheryl help?

(Somewhat Likely) No

Harry screams at Cheryl to drive closer or to run over the zombies, but she seems frozen in fear
Harry turns and throws the cleaver at the nearest zombie

Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.

with the cleaver sticking out of its head like some action flick the zombie loses coordination and falls to its knees.
with the last zombie still heading for him, Harry pulls the claw hammer from his belt and prepares to bludgeon its head in

Killed.

with a clean swing the hammer wedges through the zombies head with a horrible noise

letting go Harry turns to walk to the car with a smirk on his face

does he get in the car now?

(Sure Thing) Yes, and...

Cheryl give him a hug and tells him there is a first aid box he can try
does this help him recover?

(Somewhat Likely) Yes

"hey, I'm Harry, where we heading Cheryl?"

"I need to get back to the Green zone but my boss was with me and had the clearance papers"
"Papers? do they not let you in once checked for infection these days?"

"not since some anarchists opened a safe zone to the infected so they could loot the armoury, or at least that's what Ken said" as she mentioned his name she stifled a panicked sob with tears in her eyes.
"Ken was my boss, he thought we could get some valuables from the bank that would still be worth something, he had keys to the safe deposit boxes", only he got dragged away by a mob, I managed to lock myself in the bank and hide, they eventually seemed to wonder off and I found the old radio in  the guard room".

As they drive down the road

Hard-to-reach stadium

They see a large sports stadium with cars, bodies, guard posts and wreckage all over the place, it looks like they used this as a check and treatment point in the early days before it got over run and is now a ghost town.
Are there any visible zombies moving about?

(50/50) No, and...

the place is eerily quiet, does the car get them to the next location?

(50/50) No

with a clunk the car engine gives out and rolls to a stop... "no, no, no we are out of petrol"
Harry looks around "don't worry one of these vehicles should have some gas we can borrow or use instead.

does he find any fuel he can use?

(50/50) No

does he find a vehicle they can use?

(50/50) Yes, but...

Pick up

it is a old battered pick up truck, but he gets it running

do zombies appear from the stadium?

(50/50) Yes

5 = 5[d10]

can Cheryl get in the pick up with Harry before they get to them?

(Very Likely) Yes

gunning the engine they drive away

Ruined dormitory

Easily defendable signal tower

Fortified barn

as they leave the urban surroundings they find they are passing a farm with a water tower and a solid looking barn, the house looks to be in ruins following a fire.

do they stop at the barn first?

(50/50) No

driving on to the water tower they decide to climb it and either block off the ladder up or at least it should be easy to defend as the zombies don't really climb ladders.

do they find anything around the truck or area before climbing the tower?

(50/50) Yes

2 = 2[d10]

Very high quality scoped hunting rifle (.308 cal)

Kerosene

finding a rifle in the back of the truck Harry curses that it takes different ammo than he found earlier., the kerosene will let them have a fire at least, plenty of wood is available amongst the ruined buildings.

do they find any food

(Somewhat Likely) No

water?

(Very Likely) Yes, and...

they find some material to use for bedding, climbing the tower they settle in for the night.

do they live through the night?

(Likely) Yes

in the morning they explore the area again for food

(Somewhat Likely) No, and...

instead the find zombies?

(50/50) Yes

5 = 5[d10]

do they spot them first?

(50/50) No

is it Cheryl ?

(50/50) No

As Harry opens a barn door a mass falls on top of him, the zombies had pilled up against the door trying to force their way out

Killed.

Harry is instantly torn to pieces.
Does Cheryl get away?

(50/50) No

Moderate Injury: Hampers action significantly; will require first aid/medical attention.

as they finish with Harry those at the back chase down Cheryl as she trips running back to the tower.

Cheryl uses her adrenaline to get moving and staggers forwards

does she get clear?

(50/50) Yes, and...

making it to the truck and drives away clear

does she make it to the Green zone and safety?

(50/50) Yes, but...

do they let her in?

(Likely) Yes

was she infected?

(50/50) No

does she have a heart attack?

(50/50) No

in that case lets say she is fine but suffers with panic attacks from then on]]> <![CDATA[A job is a job]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Science-Fiction-A-job-is-a-job Fri, 12 Apr 2024 12:43:00 +0000 smw]]> https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Science-Fiction-A-job-is-a-job


Research lab

Guard

6 = 6[d6]

Six black dressed guards wearing visor-ed helmets are patrolling the grounds in front of a remote research lab. tall fencing surrounds the compound, with probeing search lights occasionally sweeping at random over the ground picking out further roving patrols. My targeting array identifies the best way to avoid the seemingly random patrols and lights.

(Very Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

I make it without incident. materialising out of the shadows next to a control panel for a sealed airlock door.

(Likely | 4[d10]) No

I go to crack the code only to be met by a red light. Hmm I think this has much higher encryption than I was expecting. Lets try this. As I input a more sophisticated crack programme

(Likely | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

the light turns green and the door begins to open. but I sense someone approaching.

I slip through the door letting it close behind me. I listen but whom ever it was seems to have passed without notice.
I survey the room I find myself in.

Humanoid mercenary

A blur swings towards my face out of the shadows, I was already reacting as I slip down and to the left.

(Very Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

I pivot off my left hand and drive my right leg through my assailants solar-plexus folding them over as they drop their weapon. snapping upright I drive a concealed wrist blade through the back of his neck before his body hits the floor.

I listen but there is no sound to suggest anyone else lying in wait.

Burning empty room

As i move through the dark corridor I come across a thick dirty glass window, looking within I can see burning green flames and smoke. Nothing else can be made out.

Moving further into the building I come to a junction

Infested cantina

To my left there is a sign saying "Cantina" and I can hear noise suggesting multiple parties, to my right...

Collective colony

there appears to be sleeping quarters, and straight ahead...

Toxic palace

appears to be a control room of some description judging by the signs, I head towards the control room

As I get closer to the control room...

Hyperion sensor array

Cybersamurai

Cruel official

Soldier

My sensors pick up an active scanner array outside, I pause to try and get a reading on it..
looks like it picks up movement from any unauthorised personnel.

I get a rough read on three people in the room ahead.

I try to disable the sensor array to allow me through..

(50/50) Yes

Despite initial concern my software has no issues mirroring a valid ping and the sensor array treats me as authorised.
I move closer to the partially open door and try to get a sense of who is in the room

There appears to be a confrontation between some sort of official and a dangerous looking fellow...

The guard behind the official looks nervous but the official seems to have no such concern and is getting right in the face of the person opposite

I catch snatches of their conversation...  "enough.." "...job not done"  "paid... agreed....after" "not..." "guild will hear..."

it sounds like a disagreement over a job or payment for a job, I look for somewhere to hide as it sounds like the dangerous party might be leaving shortly and is not part of this job.

There is a maintenance hatch to one side of the corridor, I attempt to access it

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, but...

As I pull the grate behind me I hear someone leave the room as I suspected, it is the dangerous looking fellow.
he stops outside and with the barest of tilts to his head in my direction, he then continues walking.

I suspect he has sensors as good or better than mine but for reasons of his own has decided my presence is not something he cares about.
Whilst I consider myself likely his equal its not something I want to put to the test right now

Sensor showing clear I remerge and close the grate behind me
Stealthily approching the door which is now fully open, the guard appears to be staring at a monitor whilst the official is talking into a communicator

Preparing my tools I roll into the room throwing a blade at the guards back

(Likely) Yes

Killed.

My other hand points a slim and dangerous looking matt black pistol at the official.

The official..

Communicate

Harm

ignores the fallen guard and my sudden appearance,
"what is this an attempt at guild intimidation? tell him the price is as agreed"
"but I will lodge half with the third party as a sign of good faith, sufficient?"

I cock my head slightly, but make no other movement

Guide

Fight

In a moment of clarity it dawns on him I am not related to his previous guest.
he throws the communicator at me as he ducks down and reaches for a weapon tapped to his desk

(Very Unlikely) No, and...

I dodge the communicator and as he comes up holding a blaster he finds my barrel pressed to his forehead.
"ah..." he places his gun on the table and stands facing me, seemingly still calm despite his circumstance.
"how..." with an audible pause to clear his throat "might I assist you?"

Cover up the data at the crystal battleship.

I hold out a data shard and indicate he should read it.
it contains details relating to a missing battleship of the protectorate, with the latest stealth armour it is nearly impossible to find despite its size.
"you know the location?" I ask

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, but...

A brief smile plays across his lips... "ah yes.. I do happen to have some knowledge pertaining to this... object..."
He indicates his chair and motions for permission to sit.
I nod and allow him to

as he settles into the chair his air of confidence returns

"I will trade you the details I possess, but I want something in return.."

I gesture with my barrel again

"I mean more than just my life, what you ask for is worth both a considerable amount of credits but also very few can tell you what I know, which means I must factor the risk of it coming back to me"

taking my silence as permission to elaborate, "I suspect you work for one of those Protectorate agencies that officially doesn't exist, as such perhaps I could offer you something to consider?"
"I could use someone like you and I think you would find it very lucrative, especially once your current employers look to refresh their talent and RETIRE their current employees, hmm?"

"However what I ask now is something far simpler, the person who left here before you arrived, I would like you to find them and place this" taps a small black box "somewhere on their person"
Opening the box I see a small tracking capsule, of the type injected by needle gun.

"well is that plus my life worth my secret?"

I nod and pocket the capsule.

Visibly relaxing the official leant forward and from his pocket passed me a data shard.

I run it through my pad.

(Likely) No, but...

As my pad beeps, I turn my focus back to him dropping the shard on the floor..

"be reasonable" with both hands now raised pleadingly to me, "I only have the rough location, its somewhere in that system"
"look, find this person at the Meeting House on the rim planet, they can help you narrow it further"

Sadistic Robot overlord

Setting is Hyperion space station involving tool harness and time-warped cruiser.

"these coordinates will take you to his space station, use this greeting and you will be allowed to dock"

(Very Likely) Yes, and...

[Image: 8d.gif]

Victory

"let me also give you this for a personal introduction to him, see this should make us more than square, no?"

Hover bike

"here are the keys, I know he has been looking for a new racing hover bike, its located in the docking area in Main town, I am sure someone of your talents can extract it without issue"

"So deal?"
"no wait...."

As I pull the trigger the knock out dart hits him and he slumps out cold into his chair.

Well you never know who you might need in the future.

Checking his desk I stuff some other data shards that look promising into my pockets.

Do I exit without any issues?

(50/50) No, but...

As I clear the fence I see a figure leaning against the nearest tree, it is the fellow from earlier.
As I clear my weapon it is clear his sensors picked me up as he stands to face with both hands open in a sign of peace

"is he dead?"

"no"

"hmm, shame, what did he ask of you about me?"

A little shocked I say nothing

"I am sure he did, I think violence is unlikely, not that you couldn't but more he needs me to complete the job"
Sensing we are unlikely to engage, at least at this point I unwind slightly and carefully step into the shadows to ensure no once accidently spots me

"so what was it? a threat? a tracker? to spy on me?"

I throw the needle cell over to him, he catches it and studies it briefly before dropping it in his pocket.

"that it?"

"its on your person" I state as I flick a stone away and to his right causing him to turn momentarily, I spring to the left and into some thicker foliage.
In the dark I must be near invisible.

despite the barest of involuntary reactions it is clear he lost me in that moment.

With a dry laugh "be seeing you" he turns and saunters away

I make my own way back to extract with more stealth, and ponder retrieving this hover bike and getting to the Hyperion station "meeting house"]]>


Research lab

Guard

6 = 6[d6]

Six black dressed guards wearing visor-ed helmets are patrolling the grounds in front of a remote research lab. tall fencing surrounds the compound, with probeing search lights occasionally sweeping at random over the ground picking out further roving patrols. My targeting array identifies the best way to avoid the seemingly random patrols and lights.

(Very Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

I make it without incident. materialising out of the shadows next to a control panel for a sealed airlock door.

(Likely | 4[d10]) No

I go to crack the code only to be met by a red light. Hmm I think this has much higher encryption than I was expecting. Lets try this. As I input a more sophisticated crack programme

(Likely | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

the light turns green and the door begins to open. but I sense someone approaching.

I slip through the door letting it close behind me. I listen but whom ever it was seems to have passed without notice.
I survey the room I find myself in.

Humanoid mercenary

A blur swings towards my face out of the shadows, I was already reacting as I slip down and to the left.

(Very Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

I pivot off my left hand and drive my right leg through my assailants solar-plexus folding them over as they drop their weapon. snapping upright I drive a concealed wrist blade through the back of his neck before his body hits the floor.

I listen but there is no sound to suggest anyone else lying in wait.

Burning empty room

As i move through the dark corridor I come across a thick dirty glass window, looking within I can see burning green flames and smoke. Nothing else can be made out.

Moving further into the building I come to a junction

Infested cantina

To my left there is a sign saying "Cantina" and I can hear noise suggesting multiple parties, to my right...

Collective colony

there appears to be sleeping quarters, and straight ahead...

Toxic palace

appears to be a control room of some description judging by the signs, I head towards the control room

As I get closer to the control room...

Hyperion sensor array

Cybersamurai

Cruel official

Soldier

My sensors pick up an active scanner array outside, I pause to try and get a reading on it..
looks like it picks up movement from any unauthorised personnel.

I get a rough read on three people in the room ahead.

I try to disable the sensor array to allow me through..

(50/50) Yes

Despite initial concern my software has no issues mirroring a valid ping and the sensor array treats me as authorised.
I move closer to the partially open door and try to get a sense of who is in the room

There appears to be a confrontation between some sort of official and a dangerous looking fellow...

The guard behind the official looks nervous but the official seems to have no such concern and is getting right in the face of the person opposite

I catch snatches of their conversation...  "enough.." "...job not done"  "paid... agreed....after" "not..." "guild will hear..."

it sounds like a disagreement over a job or payment for a job, I look for somewhere to hide as it sounds like the dangerous party might be leaving shortly and is not part of this job.

There is a maintenance hatch to one side of the corridor, I attempt to access it

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, but...

As I pull the grate behind me I hear someone leave the room as I suspected, it is the dangerous looking fellow.
he stops outside and with the barest of tilts to his head in my direction, he then continues walking.

I suspect he has sensors as good or better than mine but for reasons of his own has decided my presence is not something he cares about.
Whilst I consider myself likely his equal its not something I want to put to the test right now

Sensor showing clear I remerge and close the grate behind me
Stealthily approching the door which is now fully open, the guard appears to be staring at a monitor whilst the official is talking into a communicator

Preparing my tools I roll into the room throwing a blade at the guards back

(Likely) Yes

Killed.

My other hand points a slim and dangerous looking matt black pistol at the official.

The official..

Communicate

Harm

ignores the fallen guard and my sudden appearance,
"what is this an attempt at guild intimidation? tell him the price is as agreed"
"but I will lodge half with the third party as a sign of good faith, sufficient?"

I cock my head slightly, but make no other movement

Guide

Fight

In a moment of clarity it dawns on him I am not related to his previous guest.
he throws the communicator at me as he ducks down and reaches for a weapon tapped to his desk

(Very Unlikely) No, and...

I dodge the communicator and as he comes up holding a blaster he finds my barrel pressed to his forehead.
"ah..." he places his gun on the table and stands facing me, seemingly still calm despite his circumstance.
"how..." with an audible pause to clear his throat "might I assist you?"

Cover up the data at the crystal battleship.

I hold out a data shard and indicate he should read it.
it contains details relating to a missing battleship of the protectorate, with the latest stealth armour it is nearly impossible to find despite its size.
"you know the location?" I ask

(Somewhat Likely) Yes, but...

A brief smile plays across his lips... "ah yes.. I do happen to have some knowledge pertaining to this... object..."
He indicates his chair and motions for permission to sit.
I nod and allow him to

as he settles into the chair his air of confidence returns

"I will trade you the details I possess, but I want something in return.."

I gesture with my barrel again

"I mean more than just my life, what you ask for is worth both a considerable amount of credits but also very few can tell you what I know, which means I must factor the risk of it coming back to me"

taking my silence as permission to elaborate, "I suspect you work for one of those Protectorate agencies that officially doesn't exist, as such perhaps I could offer you something to consider?"
"I could use someone like you and I think you would find it very lucrative, especially once your current employers look to refresh their talent and RETIRE their current employees, hmm?"

"However what I ask now is something far simpler, the person who left here before you arrived, I would like you to find them and place this" taps a small black box "somewhere on their person"
Opening the box I see a small tracking capsule, of the type injected by needle gun.

"well is that plus my life worth my secret?"

I nod and pocket the capsule.

Visibly relaxing the official leant forward and from his pocket passed me a data shard.

I run it through my pad.

(Likely) No, but...

As my pad beeps, I turn my focus back to him dropping the shard on the floor..

"be reasonable" with both hands now raised pleadingly to me, "I only have the rough location, its somewhere in that system"
"look, find this person at the Meeting House on the rim planet, they can help you narrow it further"

Sadistic Robot overlord

Setting is Hyperion space station involving tool harness and time-warped cruiser.

"these coordinates will take you to his space station, use this greeting and you will be allowed to dock"

(Very Likely) Yes, and...

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Victory

"let me also give you this for a personal introduction to him, see this should make us more than square, no?"

Hover bike

"here are the keys, I know he has been looking for a new racing hover bike, its located in the docking area in Main town, I am sure someone of your talents can extract it without issue"

"So deal?"
"no wait...."

As I pull the trigger the knock out dart hits him and he slumps out cold into his chair.

Well you never know who you might need in the future.

Checking his desk I stuff some other data shards that look promising into my pockets.

Do I exit without any issues?

(50/50) No, but...

As I clear the fence I see a figure leaning against the nearest tree, it is the fellow from earlier.
As I clear my weapon it is clear his sensors picked me up as he stands to face with both hands open in a sign of peace

"is he dead?"

"no"

"hmm, shame, what did he ask of you about me?"

A little shocked I say nothing

"I am sure he did, I think violence is unlikely, not that you couldn't but more he needs me to complete the job"
Sensing we are unlikely to engage, at least at this point I unwind slightly and carefully step into the shadows to ensure no once accidently spots me

"so what was it? a threat? a tracker? to spy on me?"

I throw the needle cell over to him, he catches it and studies it briefly before dropping it in his pocket.

"that it?"

"its on your person" I state as I flick a stone away and to his right causing him to turn momentarily, I spring to the left and into some thicker foliage.
In the dark I must be near invisible.

despite the barest of involuntary reactions it is clear he lost me in that moment.

With a dry laugh "be seeing you" he turns and saunters away

I make my own way back to extract with more stealth, and ponder retrieving this hover bike and getting to the Hyperion station "meeting house"]]>