The Lovely Dark

faces at the masquerade there are things you can be in the lovely dark but i haven't written those up yet. mostly it's bugs and skeletons and hives of art nouveau blood flukes and stuff. but here's things you can be also. three variations on a theme. 49th Century Space Adventurer satellite, by dusty ray Under your greasy black cosmonaut suit you're a reinforced skeleton packed full of copper plugs and corroded batteries and lightning-scarred xolotite computer chips. You're immune to naked vacuum and sick irradiance and bitter cold and abject loneliness. Love burns you like fire. Start with any two of these. If you abandon what your class gives you, start with four. harpoon gun (greasy filthy jagged. motor winch can drag your body+kit weight. wired into your skull, and fires autonomically at anything you want badly enough.) core decryptor (like a dripping wasp stinger adrenaline shot. destroys a load-bearing self-deception. one use.) fulgurite devil horns (punish wit...

 mistaken for strangers Hi. I'm still alive, despite some strong reservations. This is a one-template class with some deltas.  It adapts a video game I like. It doesn't get any items or skills at character creation but you can't take it after.      doomed   Common wisdom is to murder you on sight.   When you roll for pure luck, you get the worst possible result. If something bad affects the party unevenly and arbitrarily, you get the worst of it. If it would affect one person it's always you. You cannot benefit from fate or destiny or visions or the workings of gods or anything like that. If you try your hand at obedience you will always fail. If you fail or disobey you will always be punished. Kindly gods want you exorcised, cast into no-place. Selfish gods want to eat you or enslave you. Most powerful people are pale imitations of selfish gods.  defiled   You are immune to fate, destiny, prophecy, universal or indifferent workings of divini...

Appendix V (in the style of Appendix S , and so proceeding from the root)      All these things, and being alone for a long time in small dusty dark rooms connected to one another by crawlspaces and tiny stairs full of weird little objects– costume jewelry and pages torn from books and dead things and spiders and imaginary ghosts. Perhaps that most of all.  

and the tears fall, and the universe is shown   possession (pt 1), by the magnificent Gaccari   A brief sequel to this post , following from my next glaugust prompt: "unconventional damage types." Really just an expansion on my thoughts at the end of that post, about terror and heat and other variations on wounds.  ———  We can say that each wound has a species that follows from the source. You might group them on cards or tally them separately or use different colored glass stones. Each of them must be undone in a different special way. This doesn't replace the normal rules for giving back wounds through actions or sacrifices, it's more like a palette those actions must paint from, or other times a condition that makes them possible. The species of wound go like this:  Spring , for young animals and lightning strikes and driving rain and growing up and plummeting from high places and poison and dancing plagues. Undone only in union with something stable and old...

you kiss my lips, i think you're god by Andrea Gutiérrez Arcas, ph. Sarah Moon, for Acne Paper 20 Glaugust yet again Winslow baby. Today: "Kill them with sadness." I like that. It could mean anything. HERALD FLESH MELTING IN THE KISS OF OIL SLICK WITH RED DESIRE CRACK OF BONES UNDER PISTON WEIGHT STINKING LEATHER BOOTFALL HEAVY CHOKING EXHAUST BELLOWED BULGING LUNGS FALCONS WINGS SPIRALING OUTWARD OUTWARD EYES MOUTHS FLOODLIGHTS EXPELLING They run and jump FWA-KLANG! like piston-powered lions and shoot special ray guns like freeze rays SWOOSH and lasers ZAK ZAK and sonic blasts BWAAAA and plasma fire VOOM that are part of their bodies and they are stronger than everybody in the world and love to show off to each other but they jam and sink in mud and water and find it super scary but they're not afraid of anything. Heralds want to jump and punch and run and be big and brave and good and kill scary monsters.  VORTEX! RANGER! GO GO VORTEX RANGERS GO!!! SHINING ST...

cracked open in the waves, its emptiness loose metamorphosis pt 2 by carmine3  ( commissions ) For the lovely coming  glaugust : An HP-less system. There are really exciting replacements for HP, sloppy drippy and such - like . This is something else, I think. A largely deathless, potentially bloodless system, depending on how it's used. ——— When you get hurt, take a wound. It's a d4. When you roll to do something that hurts, roll all your wounds together afterwards. If they come up higher, take a wound. When you roll to do something that leverages suffering, you can roll all your wounds together instead. This usually hurts. If you have 2 wounds or fewer, you can give them back with nourishment and rest. If you have 4 wounds or fewer, you can give them back with safety and time. If you have 6 wounds or fewer, you can give them back with medical attention. If you have 7 wounds or more, you can give them back with sacrifices. Sacrifices like: Something precious you're carryi...

 i say cling to rocks and i mean hold my hand   Ole Lukoje Rode to War, by korintic   Being bound to someone is like the screaming wind calling out for you and you don't know where from; plummeting away from yourself forever into darkness; being alive and not being dead. It's maybe the only thing that's like being alive and not being dead, and it's still a little like being dead.    These rules also apply to friends who need to carry you a while. Even just from one day to the next.   Each bearer has three things they LOVE and three which they FEAR. For each Love you detour or stop for, mark one BOND at journey's end.  For each Fear you encounter, roll 1d6 under bond or else erase one bond. If bond would drop below nothing, then your bearer abandons you however they can. Your bearer's SPIRIT and HEART add up to bond: raise or lower them as needed. Compared to walking, being borne cuts journey time in half and lets you carry twice as much.  Your bea...