Just a tiny bit more The Ward stuff.
Just a tiny bit more The Ward stuff.
We were trying to figure out how to connect the player characters… not history, or trust, or bonds… and, the obvious jumped out at us “Connection!”… so, we’ve got a Cxn stat that works for when you’re messing around with, or helping!, other players. The form of the questions to get starting Cxn was cribbed directly from Vincent Baker ‘s changes to AW’s Hx… and have worked well in play!
Here’s a sample from two of the playbooks:
Ran a great first session of The Ward at #JiffyCon, so I thought I’d post a little more.
Ran a great first session of The Ward at #JiffyCon, so I thought I’d post a little more. We’ve got a lot to work on after that first trial by fire, but the comment, “This is a game I’d like to play again” by Aniket Schneider was very inspiring! I’ll post a little about our playbooks and “tags” concept.
Okay, putting this out there to get the kick in the pants I need to work harder on this.
Okay, putting this out there to get the kick in the pants I need to work harder on this.
A friend and myself are working on an AW hack inspired by medical dramas (and comedies!) that we are currently calling “The Ward”. It’s very early in the development, but I hope to have something semi-presentable for +JiffyCon next weekend. So, I’ll post the “back page” to start things and then move on to the, current, Basic Moves.
_Love, laughter, loss… and reputation… all while walking the tightrope between life and death.
The Ward is an in-early-development Powered by the Apocalypse game of medical drama, comedy and/or tragedy.
Inspired by shows such as ER, House, and Scrubs the players take the roles of doctors, nurses, and other medical professional fighting the good fight against the forces of chaos and the lack of caffeine, juggling life and lives while trying to remain human._
(Can’t seem to do formatting in the initial post, but I can in the following ones… weird.)
The Warren – Rustbunnies
The Warren – Rustbunnies
Arizona sun beating down on the rusted hulks of a near-abandoned auto-wrecker’s, all silent save for the creaks and pings of metal expanding and contracting in the changing heat. A silence shattered by the vicious barks of the chained Dog the Man keeps near his shack. Hot, dry, and dusty, no real place for life… a graveyard… but the crumpled metal bones and shells of the Man’s dead monsters offer shelter to the ragged survivors of a warren savaged by Dark Choking Clouds of Death.
It was only supposed to be a brief stop, a shelter from the sun as Hemlock, the great, but dying, leader, found us a new home… but Hemlock died… and a new generation has been born and know only this flaking, crumbling home… a home with no leader… with no one to guide us.
A star-spangled night, our ancestors a-watch over us. A sliver moon, yet to grow fat with light. Cool air. Four bucks, young, old, and in-between, out alone in the dry gullies, searching… searching for what was stolen from the warren… out of sight of home… a long way from safety…
Ran another session of The Warren this weekend… wow… the above was how it started. Big thanks to Marshall Miller for letting me have a chance to explore that world. Really looking forward to how it ends… and begins!
I’m running two slots of an Urban Shadows one-shot at ConBravo! later in July.
I’m running two slots of an Urban Shadows one-shot at ConBravo! later in July. Here’s my blurb, let me know what you think!
The Death of Summer
The city bakes under the relentless sun, pavement cracked like parched lips, streets awash in heat-shimmering mirage. The solstice has passed, yet the days still seem to grow longer. The gates to the Summer Queen’s palace have been barred and prayers for rain go unanswered. Even the night offers no succor as the urban jungle gives up its heat beneath the bleached eye of the moon.
Mortals sweat, huddled in their homes, trusting to faltering technology. Those in power may not yet feel the dryness in their throats but the signs of great calamity are there. The wild run rampant, driven almost to terror by this misalignment of the wheel of seasons. And those that prefer the dark… well, what shadows will remain when all shelter is burned away?
Come, save your city… or revel as it burns.