So this is what I’m going to do.

So this is what I’m going to do.

So this is what I’m going to do.

Apocalypse World +2

Inexplicable marriage of steam punk and Mad Max world overrun by giant monsters.

The characters are hunters, reminiscent of whale hunters. They sell the fat and oil from the beasts.

Tell me the most outlandish METAL thing you can think of to put in this setting.

22 thoughts on “So this is what I’m going to do.”

  1. Rapid sound pulses can be used to stun the monsters when going in for the kill. Some hunting groups use this as the basis for a soundtrack to hunt by.

  2. Bone Drill [close, loud, messy, fuelled]

    A purpose built drill designed to crack through the tough skulls of beasts. Runs on refined beast fat, and must be topped up after every major use. It’s customary for hunters to name their drill, for they’re as precious to them as good drooler.

  3. Drooler [living, ravanous, dumb]

    Droolers are dog sized fleas and the like that exude an acid puss. Often found crawling over beasts, over the years men have bred them to aid in the hunt, as their senses are keen for the blood of beasts. Their use is disputed.

  4. Particularly badass Drivers have cars whose frames are monster skeletons, their armored skulls perfect for ramming. If you didn’t kill it yourself, driving it gets you no respect.

    (Also, maybe check out Age of Dragons. It’s a hilariously bad movie, but it’s also a retelling of Moby Dick with landships hunting dragons for the oil that feeds their flames. With Danny Glover as Ahab.)

  5. The city-sized beasts are one thing, but the half-intelligent dog-sized mantis-things that live on their backs like fleas are just as dangerous, both during and after a kill. Metre-long claws, like scythes… but they make for good harpoons.

  6. Flaming cybernetic giant dobermans. Or Rottweilers. With biker gang leather jackets. And laser cannons on their shoulders. Being ridden by tattoo’d valkyries with double-headed axe-staffs and black leather battle bikinis.

  7. There is a quite thumping that rings in the back of everyone’s head. Everyone hears it, no one talks about it, but it’s there constantly, in your waking hours, in your sleep, in your bones. If you’ll start to make out the screams.

    Put a large playlist of metal in the background of each session but very quietly. Turn it up from time to time when dramatically appropriate.

    They say that there is a biker gang of unstoppable skeletal warriors eternally riding the wastes with ember eyes and black coal teeth. They say they wield mighty axes that strike with thunder and fear. They say they only want battle and the taste of blood on their steel.

    The Wolves of the Maelstrom are coming, each holds a guitar in one hand and a harpoon in the other.

    Giant bony spikes pierce from beneath the ground every so often, the spikes are hooked so beasts and people get dragged down, to places unknown.

    I’ll just leave this here. http://nerdwerds.blogspot.com/2012/12/all-of-playbooks.html

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