Update: A potential player and I did some discussing and worked out some details, and I'm just going to do the Reimagined/"New" version, not the classic.
So, those who are unfamiliar with this semi-obscure science fiction series? It has a wikipedia page, but that info isn't strictly relevant. The basic premise is a shameless clone of "Lost in Space", because, well, it was written/made by the same people. The primary different being that LoTG wasn't a family, but some passengers and crew of an interstellar transit vessel, and instead of trying to navigate through unknown regions of space, their just trying to survive on 1 alien planet, and occasionally trying to make some progress towards getting off the planet again. The planet is populated by giants that resemble humans very closely, in almost every possible way, including clothing and technological development (albeit far less advanced, their level being closer to what we had on Earth in developed nations during WW2).
That being said, I want to "reimagine" the story, The basic premise is still there- a spacecraft crash landing under unusual circumstances, onto a planet populated by giant creatures, but that's where the similarities end.
The Giants don't resemble humans at all, and the same goes for wildlife/animals; nothing resembling life on Earth (as in, sure, there may be some life that resembles Earth fauna, like big cats, but won't resemble domestic cats of earth, same for arthropod/insectoid life).
The Giants are not as advanced; they're comparatively in their iron age, making and living in stone structures, and forging weapons and armor from simple metals and alloys. The Giants lead violent lives in an aggressive feudal society.
My idea in this is to make a more adventurous story, and I'm doing that by making a setting/environment where the danger is much more pronounced. There will also be a ticking clock, factoring in that search and rescue operations only go on for so long...
I'd prefer 7 players, but would settle for 4, with multiple npcs filling it out a bit.
Update
A small commercial spacecraft, The Slingshot, was moving along on a routine flight path. Everything was going like any other day, when suddenly the flashing lights came on, indicating an emergency situation! Someone aboard was trying to take over the flight controls, and struggling with the pilot!
The Attendants did their best to keep the passengers calm and seated, meanwhile the space marshal who was aboard tried to assist in the situation. The hijacker was soon subdued, and the ship was only slightly off course, so they got back on track for their destination. That is, they would have done that, if one more problem came up- pirates. Apparently the hijacker had friends, and had disabled necessary defenses to facilitate the goals of these cosmic highwaymen.
With shields down, and weapons malfunctioning, they had no choice but to run, and send out a distress beacon once it was safe. Unfortunately, the sector of space they were in, though a common route, was not well explored...
After a harrowing chase, and it looking like the pirates were going to overtake them anyway, both vessels found themselves shook and throttled by some kind of gravity well; they were rapidly being pulled into some kind of singularity! Just when they thought this was the end, the singularity collapsed, and the Slingshot was slingshot faster than their equipment could track! Everyone lost consciousness shortly after...
They woke up, uncertain of the time, to new alarms. The pirates were still on their tale, but they weren't the problem- they're trajectory was ending with an uncharted planet, controls were still down from this harrowing ordeal thus far, so they were unable to correct course- they were already caught in the planets' gravitational field, and entering the atmosphere. They were going down.
The onboard engineer managed to restore enough control for the pilot to, through some miracle, manage a landing with minimal damage to the Slingshot, and no casualties.
The systems operating were spotty, at best. Something about where the Slingshot came to rest interfered with communications, as well as passive energy regeneration. They barely managed to pick up a signal that let them know they weren't alone. The pirates were down on this planet, as well, though they had no idea where. The onboard hologram wasn't much help, either. Without long range scanners, they were completely, and hopelessly lost on a strange planet.
The story picks up with the crew of the ship taking stock of who all is on board, and trying to come up with a plan while they figure out how to either repair the ship and get spaceward, or at least find a way to get out a distress call, and wait for rescue...
The available roles to play are thus: The Captain/Pilot The Engineer The Marshal Attendants 1 and 2 Passengers 1, 2, 3 and 4 The Traitor/Saboteur
Character sheets should be submitted like so:
Character Name: Age: Role: Personality: Skills: Items: (be reasonable, most of these characters are performing a mundane job or just travelling)
I've been gone a long time. Was depressed and having a period of self-isolation, and been through a lot of other stuff too.
I'm back, in better mental health, and hoping to reconnect with the people I left behind, or make new connections, and play some games along the way, whatever happens.
Maurice caught something from the corner of his eye- a devil? It looked like a little girl, but he learned a long time ago not to be fooled by their appearances. Before it could do anything against him, he shifted his weight and turned, drawing his knife in a slashing motion.
He should have been mindful of his footing. He should have worn better shoes for the weather. He should have taken the weather into account.
Between the fire inside, and his own body heat close to his position in a crouch, the frost beneath him melted. Coupled with the uneven footing, and the shift in his balance from the strike while keeping hold of the rifle?
Of course, he slipped, and fell. He was only just able to spit out a "Merde!" before he disappeared through the window he'd shot out. He lost hold of the knife in the initial tumble, but what he fumbled for so desperately as he spun towards the ground? "Ed". He payed no mind to the action unfolding as it repeatedly spun through his line of sight, he just focused on trying to save "Ed". He lost sight of the rifle, spinning faster as he was struck by something, it felt like a metal bar- Did I hit the railing? He barely registered the pain in his leg before he hit the ground, hard.
Now he hurt all over, his back especially. stunned, his head rolled to the side, dizzy, vision somewhat blurred. Concussion, probably. A few ribs, been awhile since those were last broken. Can't seem to feel my legs... I think I might be getting too old for- His vision cleared, and focused. His vision than blurred again, with tears. Not for the sight of the fight going on without him, not for fear of being vulnerable before the devil's had been dispatched.
It was for what lay next to him. His rifle, "Ed". Dashed to pieces, from the drop. He'd tried to save it, and failed, just like before. He'd lost him, again.
Maurice grimaced as he moved into position, and readied himself. These youngin's, he thought, wastin' time on theatrics. Gasoline? Bah. Burns too fast, and that's if you manage to light it before it evaporates. Should have splashed the escape routes, and lit those up, set up a good kill zone, make it harder for them to scatter...
He continued grumbling to himself about how he would have done things differently if he'd been put in charge of the operation. Still, he wasn't about to complain- opportunities to scrap it out back home had slowed down, and he never turned down an assignment with a potentially high kill count. Siracha City's unusual current events was a rare opportunity...
From atop the roof, looking through a glass panel, rifle at the ready, he rolled his eyes when Da Xia had finished. He settled on a first target, and noted several others, the plan being to provide cover fire and keep them from overwhelming her. He was meant to await a signal or particular event/action, but preferred to "take the initiative" on missions- "Why, hello, there, slack; yes, do take my hand, and I'll pick you up-" he muttered to himself. He couldn't help but smile, with an odd look in his eye, as remembered the phrase, "like shooting fish in a barrel", and proceeded to open fire.
Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can [i]see[/i] them, but I bet nobody reads them.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I [i]was[/i] very tired.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can <span class="bb-i">see</span> them, but I bet nobody reads them.<br><br>Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there. <br><br>No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I <span class="bb-i">was</span> very tired.</div>
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