Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  

About This Game

Modern day. It is December 31, 2018. The ball is about to drop, and the party in Time Square is rocking. Trump’s in office, George W. Bush just died, bomb threats have swept the US and Canada with nothing coming of them, and the US government has been in shutdown for 10 days. [i]Aquaman[/i] and [i]Mary Poppins Returns[/i] are the top two box office movies, [i]Thank U, Next[/i] by Ariana Grande is the top song. Animal print is in on the fashion runways and #2019resolutions is trending on Instagram. All seems right with the world, but that's about to change for a small group of people.

Game System




Full Description

I am starting a new game.  This one is a Hollow Earth Expedition game, using the HEX rules.  The posting speed for this game will follow my posting schedule, so will be updated weekly minimum. If I go to update and you haven’t posted, that’s life. If there is a month or more where I’m the only one posting, then I’ll talk about shuttering the game. If life gets crazy and I can’t make a weekly post, you’ll know. As a note, a move is coming up and posting may get weird at that time.

I’m limiting the number of PCs to six. If I receive more than six, six will be selected and the remaining characters will have the option to join at a later time. Selection will be based on concept, backstory, and party roles. As a note, those who come in later will have wider options for characters and will not be left behind in XP.

IC Setting

Modern day. It is December 31, 2018. The ball is about to drop, and the party in Time Square is rocking. Trump’s in office, George W. Bush just died, bomb threats have swept the US and Canada with nothing coming of them, and the US government has been in shutdown for 10 days. Aquaman and Mary Poppins Returns are the top two box office movies, Thank U, Next by Ariana Grande is the top song. Animal print is in on the fashion runways and #2019resolutions is trending on Instagram.


PC requirements

The PCs are ordinary people from all walks of life. Any background, any walk of life is acceptable, so long as they would have reason to be in Times Square to see the Ball drop for the New Year. Maybe they live in New York, maybe this is the trip they scrounged quarters for, or maybe they got lucky and won a trip to New York. Regardless, this is where gameplay starts, so this is a requirement. 

As a heads up so that people can plan their characters appropriately, you’re going to be captured at game start. The plot revolves around this, so be ready for that kind of game. Please don’t make characters that rely on Surface World Talents to work. Don’t have your character leave behind a life that they’re desperate to return to unless you want to RP through that loss. 

Also, I’m going to strongly recommend that your character be competent and cooperative. Cooperative doesn’t mean holding hands and kumbayas, it means willing to set aside disagreements for the group’s greater good. Competent characters should be able to hold their own in physically demanding situations, so I advise buying at least one rank in one of the fighting skills. Survival would be another good skill to find reason for your PC to take. If we have roles or skills that need to be filled, I will make NPCs but the PCs should be the focus of the plot.

  1. What's new in this game
  2. I went to make Siobhan's Perception roll in Discord and discovered that the dice bot is missing on for some reason. So I rolled on https://rolz.org/ using the code 4d2E2 so it counted 2's as successes (which works great when rolling d2's. 4D2E2 => ( (2, 2, 2, 1 → 3 successes against 2) ) = 3 | 2s: 3, ones: 1 So 3 successes on Siobhan's perception roll.
  3. Strawberry gave her a sly smile. “I may have left a step out of the description. I’m sure someone will demonstrate for us. There is always a volunteer.” Everyone was chained now but young Shawn. His hands shook so hard he couldn’t close the manacles, and Lana watched him, anguished. She knew she should help him but her entire being faltered at the thought of putting her brother in those chains. Somberly, Carl reached over and helped the boy, their manacles clinking against one another as he secured them. “We’ll stick together,” he told the siblings softly, “and we’ll walk out of here together.” Seeing that everyone was secured, Strawberry stepped out through the door. Five terse moments passed before he returned; as he opened the door, two gunshots barked from outside the car, and a woman started to scream. Several others joined her in screaming, as Strawberry said, “Line up, single file.” He showed no reaction to the sounds of pain and fear coming through the open door. “Come, come, we must offload so the train can return.” Through chance, Juno found herself first on the chain, or last, perhaps, but seeing that Lana held the other end, she went first. Every muscle in her body tightened with reaction as she walked between the armed soldiers but they left her pass between them without further harm. She stepped through the door to a small room with bunks and gear. Six Nazis were pulling on boots and gathering up their gear, and she realized that they had had two shifts on the train. How long had they been unconscious? Twelve hours? Sixteen? Longer? One of the soldiers pointed to an open door that led to a bright area. Juno squinted as she stopped in the door, peering at their location. It was a… train station. In a cave. It looked as if someone had transplanted an old-fashioned train station into a large cavern. Its dark brown walls and red shingles were lit with large lamps that hung from girders overhead. Up and down the train, people in chains were climbing out of their cars, while armed Nazis watched them. Juno counted six other chained groups. “Move on,” a man barked, and Juno looked down just as the Nazi by the train grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. She stumbled and caught herself on the steps set under the door. Jerking herself free, she continued to disembark, staring. The screaming had died down but now it intensified again as a woman with shattered knees was dragged away from one of the chained groups. She reminded Juno of the mothers of the kids she used to run with, a middle-aged woman hardened by a life of poverty and scraping by. Two Nazis hauled her away from the train station, out of the lights and into the dark. They hurried back, looking nervously over their shoulders. The screams reached a crescendo, then died with a loud crunch. Juno realized Graham and Jimmy were standing next to her, having seen it. “I really fucking hate these guys,” Graham rasped, leaning hard on the other man. “Quit staring!” the Nazi at the door snapped. “You’re offloaded, go join the other slaves.” He pointed to the spot where all the chained groups were being directed.
  4. Major Gerst Ignored Siobhán, and nodded at Morgan. “Stay close to the Schutzstaffel while we travel, and do what you are told. It will all be for your safety.” Turning to Teagen, he stared at her for a long moment before stating, “Many come here with bold declarations of never being a Nazi’s wife. They curse and flail and scream, and after a while, those denouncements fade once they see the world they are in now. Honestly, if you truly don’t wish to be wooed and become a mother of the sons of the Reich, then don’t. Once we reach Helleberlin, you may become a slave if you don’t wish to become a wife. Before you joyfully flip me off and skip off to be chained with the others, you will wish to see what life would be like for you. ” He smiled but this time there was an edge to it. “As for history, Fraulien, I would suggest that you learn what is the true history of this world and the false history planted by those who fear the power of the Aryan Race.” As Teagen rolled her eyes at that, he merely pulled out a set of keys and opened the door. “Ladies, regardless of how you feel at this moment, you cannot stay here.” His statement was punctuated by two gunshots from somewhere outside the train. The four soldiers who had ridden with them jerked at the screams that erupted, but Gerst didn’t react. “Come along, we have a three day walk to the Elevator, and no time to dawdle.” “Fine, let’s go,” Siobhán growled, pushing past him and storming through the door he’d just opened. She found herself in a room full of supplies -- foodstuffs, raw ores, and more. A door to the right was open and flooded with light, the kind of bright lights that you find on a sound stage. Forcing a good-natured smile for the camera she presumed would be on the other side, she stuck her head out the door. There were bright lights on girders overhead, but that was the end of the scene matching her expectations. A cavern ceiling arched high overhead, with an archaic train station in front of her. Stepping off the car and onto the platform, she saw that the engine was to her left and to her right was the line of cars. The platform didn’t extend very far, and most of the other cars were offloading their people using wooden boxes as steps. “Hey, get yer ass in gear, hot stuff,” Chase grumbled from behind her. Siobhán automatically stepped to the side, moving more out of an ingrained societal response than any desire to follow Chase’s orders. As the others filed off, she could hear screaming down near the end of the train -- screams that ended suddenly.
  5. "Okay. Okay." Siobhán said as she grabber her purse and guitar. "Okay. So the cameras and everything got to be waiting outside for the 'We got you!' moment or whatever. I am so done with this, so let's get this over with so you can get your little video clip or whatever and then my agent can ruin some careers," she sighed as she pulled out her compact and checked her makeup and hair in the small mirror, preparing herself for the inevitable 'gotcha' moment that she knew just had to be forthcoming
  6. They're weapons, Juno thought as she took the manacles up. The metal felt unnaturally heavy in her hands. Wrist cuffs can be blunt instruments. Chain can choke someone. Weapons. It didn't help. She knew better. There was probably a way to get out of these...or maybe finesse them so that they looked closed but weren't really. Juno didn't know any of those ways. She'd made a point of steering clear of manacles when she was growing up, in stark contrast to a lot of her peers. Maybe this was them getting the last laugh. Finally she clicked them around her wrists. She was no good to anyone if she was dead. She met Strawberry's eyes and waggled her wrists to demonstrate she'd complied, then said, "So. Spiders, huh? Bullets not scary enough?"
  7. Morgan reaches out and gently touches Teagan's arm when the other girl looks at her Morgan gives a little shake of her head. "What do you need us to do," she asks the Major
  8. Teagan turned hostile eyes on the Major, crossing her arms. "So, since you apparently have to kidnap your 'treasures,' I assume 'cherish' means put out or we'll just rape you anyways? I mean, I get it. No one wants to fuck a Nazi, let alone willingly marry something so sub-human. Other than head-case with the shiner over there." She made a rude gesture towards Ava, her opinion of the woman quite clear. "And the Third Reich? Utter embarrassing flop. Read a goddamn history book."
  9. Exchanging a glance with Juno, Jimmy likewise scooped up the manacles and clicked them into place around his wrists. Wherever they were, whatever these Nazis wanted, the presence of shackles at least meant that they would prefer living captives, even if it was only a slight preference. He helped Graham to stand, clicking manacles into place around the veteran's wrists with the same meaningful glance he had given Juno. Right now, they were out of options, so survival was the primary goal. The longer they lived, the greater the chance of turning the tables. He loaned Graham a shoulder to lean on. "C'mon, ol' timer. We ain't leavin' even a ground pounder behind, eh?"
  10. Quietly, grudgingly, Ali began to put them on. It was a humiliation and horrible thing, but the Nazis had already demonstrated their complete willingness to follow up with their threats, and he did not want to serve as an example for anyone to get themselves abandoned and killed meaninglessly. Of course, after what happened to Graham, it was likely to be enough of an example to get his fellow prisoners to comply.
  11. The train lurched once and brakes squealed. The uniformed soldiers and the brides-to-be alike stumbled at the sudden movement. There was a long moment of deceleration, then the train stopped. “Finally,” Ava said, grinning widely and missing that the door had opened while she was talking. “I can’t wait to meet my husband! I hope he’s a hero of the Reich.” “All of our soldiers are heroes of the Reich,” the newcomer said. He wore a Nazi uniform, and all of the men snapped to attention. He was older, with a number of medals and rank markings on his shoulders and chest. “At ease, Schützen.” The soldiers relaxed into parade rest. Warm brown eyes turned to the women, and he was almost pleasant aside from the uniform. “Hello, I am Major Friedrich Gerst. I understand that you are alarmed and afraid. You will come to learn that you need not be. You are a treasure of the Third Reich, and will be cherished as such. “In the past, we have had violence from the Brides when transferring them from the train to the elevator.” He smiled benignly and continued, “In the past, we have sedated women who have been violent. You are allowed to say what you wish to any member of this expedition but you are not allowed to commit violence on anyone, soldier, other Bride, or slave. Do you have any questions?”
  12. The train lurched once and brakes squealed. The Nazis compensated, though Graham hissed in pain as he was jerked sharply. After a long moment of deceleration, the train stopped fully. Light poured in through the slats with the sharpness of floodlights. A strange hum filled the air, and voices barking orders in German could be heard. With a grunt, one of the guards started to shove the chains through the bars. In the car, the captives turned fearful eyes to Strawberry Hair. “Put on the manacles,” he told them brusquely. There was no malice in his tone, only a simple expectation that he would be obeyed. “Anyone not locked in when it is time to offload the car will be left behind to feed the spiders.”
  13. Siobhán stirred with groan as consciousness gradually returned to her. She had never been knocked out before and so this was a startlingly new experience for her, even though she did not recall that she has just been knocked out. Her head was foggy, or full of cobwebs, or a fog made of cobwebs. Thinking was difficult, but gradually improving while she felt strength slowly returning to her limbs once. "Owwww! Wha- what happened?" she groaned and then instantly winced, lifting a hand to cradle her jaw as the dull, throbbing ache that was taking its sweet-ass time to fade. Slowly her blue eyes fluttered open as she rolled from her side onto her back, still holding her jaw, and she could see a blond in some sort of costume, leaning over her. "I- owwww! I have some eye shadow that would really compliment the costume and make your pretty eyes pop." she said, repeating herself from earlier, though she did not realize it, as her mind latching onto something safe, familiar and comfortable; fashion and cosmetics. "Where... where are we?" she asked as she lifted her head, her gaze shifting from the blondes face and began to take in her surroundings, gradually growing wider. "Awww come on!" she whined, shutting her eyes and laying her head back as her pretty face twisted into a mask of disappointment and frustration. "This is bullshit." she groaned as she slowly lifted her hand from her jaw to her head.
  14. Both threads will likely be updated tomorrow or Friday. Just an FYI for those who want a little more RP.
  15. "Ali, since I didn't get the chance earlier." Ali said as he finally joined Juno and LaHaye, face tired from the stress of being responsible for a man's life while being held prisoner by genuine monsters who lived up to their shoulder insignia. "Will you mind Arabic? Allah Akbar." He softly told the other two with a crooked smile. For God is great and kind and he will give us our chance.
  16. She closed her eyes for a second, breathing in then letting it out slow. With a nod she opened her eyes. "Juno," the soldier corrected. "I'll let you know when you get to speak French to me." And then she turned back to face the Nazis, though a sharp eye might've caught the quick wink she dropped just before doing so. She thought about saying something to the doctor, the others in the car with her...but what was there to say? With the guards watching and listening to everything, the less they gave of themselves away the better.
  17. "Temporarily." LaHaye nodded in return, his voice also low. "Right now, so long as we're not too much trouble, we live. And they live." He nodded to the others, then gave Juno a look filled with fellow-feeling. "Endurance is going to be our strongest weapon right now. Stay strong, stay alert, and be ready for a real opportunity." He gave her a crooked smile, though his eyes were grave. "And then we use it, belle lionne."
  18. Juno glanced back at the sound of the guard returning, and the clatter of the chain. Though it was threatening in what it implied, all Juno could think on seeing the manacle there was, a weapon. The plan flashed again in her head. The guards open the door to get people out. Break the light, everything goes dark. Grab the chain, commence the beatdown. ...and they spray bullets into the car ahead of them, murdering most of them. They weren't civilians, they didn't have civilian reactions. If she went aggro, they wouldn't panic. They wouldn't freeze, giving her crucial seconds to thin them out and terrify them. Or rather, they might...but if they didn't, others would pay the price. There'd be a time, but this wasn't it. She had to keep cool, for now. God damnit. "Too many of them, too few of us," she murmured to LaHaye. "But once they have us in chains, we lose a major window of opportunity. I need another set of eyes. We're fucked, right?"
  19. Another whistle shrieked from further ahead on the train, and all the occupants felt the train began to slow. The man who had left earlier returned with a length of chain and manacles, which he dumped on the floor of the train. The other soldiers pulled back the cooler and started to repack it. It seemed their stop was coming.
  20. Ava stepped back cautiously from the other women, moving to the bars. Chase found a cloth and passed it to her, looking at her nose. “I think you’ll recover,” he told her. “Nice punch. Dad would be proud.” “Dad wouldn’t like me hitting another white person,” Ava sighed. She felt her face. “Ugh, I’m going to meet potential husbands with a shiner.” “Probably two,” the blond man said before pointing out the supplies on the women’s side of the cage. “You make a sandwich while you can see.” Grumbling, Ava went to make herself a sandwich. In the distance, the train whistled again, then lurched as it started to slow.
  21. Morgan raised her hands a sour look on her face and stepped back away from the Nazi lover.
  22. Ava didn't attack again, turning her angry eyes to Morgan to see if she was done or ready for more.
  23. "Just leave the stupid racist bitch alone," Teagan glared at Ava, but she'd moved over to Siobhan to check on her. "She's clearly a waste of carbon and oxygen. Not worth it." And the other one's a diva that's going to have a second breakdown on us once she realizes this isn't the latest season of Survivor: Nazi Edition. Great.
  24. Morgan lunged to grab Ava and choke a bitch out. She got an arm over the other woman's shoulders, but Ava spun awkwardly and dodged away from the grab.
  25. New round, Nina please get with me about Morgan's actions for Round 2.

  • Create New...