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Silent Night: An Adventure to save christmas! - and yourselves-

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It was on the eve of christmas and throughout the house...

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....Nothing was stirring....not even a mouse...

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Cold as stone...did the Endvill famillies go...

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...As snow descended and evil invaded their homes...

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....They bought sharp things for Sally...and hot things for Tod..

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...and they couldn't forget some arson...so they bought in some logs...

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...For Santa was sentenced...slung away in the snow...and the pagan preists...

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....Return to their winter thrones....

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...With the old bought back anew...they planned a fire...for a season redo...

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A burning city should signal their rise....

Someone save Endsvill or this year hails Christmases Demise!

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Endsvill is a strange and isolated place. They say that once upon a time this place was a holy site for Pagan gods to be visited by roaming Vikings who broke off to form their own offshoot religion. Others say that an expideition end up eating each other on this very spot after roaming blindly in the Terrain and going mad in the 1700's. Some say that wtches even had a academy here for dark arts long ago durring the age of the witch hunt. It seems Endsvill has so many stories but you never suspect any of them to be true, yet alone all of them.

As the night strolled on and the ritualistic howling wind persisted as it did for the last week, you waited eagerly for Christmas day. Presents you sure you paid for or were bought would be put under the tree and good times were to come. You didn't expect to run downstairs to empty homes, a dark house and the distinct shouting of resistances as a fat, red clothe man was dragged into the woods with bag in hand by an large, enigmatic clawed entity. Now you got to go after them. Save christmas...your friends...your family...and probably some other stuff!

Endsvill

Population: 1200

The Town of Endsvill is a notoriously isolated village widely regarded to be at the End of Civilization and ,probably, the world. The artic may be the tip of the planet but Endsvill, Endsvill is the ridge of it. Not because it's exceptionally high nor awe inspiringly far but because between the barrage of snow, high hills, endless fences of mountains and turbulant weather sorrounding it it is legendarily hard to get to.

Settled by a mixture of American and European seeking to build a new community over a hundred years ago they found the perfect spot to be alone. The hand print of big coorperations, big goverment or even big industry is lost here. None of them making it through the filter of its sorrounding Terrain.

As such Endsvill is small goverment, small stores and small community. Hell, the internet barely works here at half the speed anyone could rightly expect anywhere else.The only big thing here is the endless forests and hills that create a shadowy abyss behind the foredrop of blizzarding snow.

The Land of Old

As our heroes interact with more magic the world will become more abstract, strange and even artistic. It won't drift from standard reality in simple physics but also in presentation entirely. Snow flakes will become articulate lines of white. Trees branches will change color and spread apart. The stars will shine like lamps within the night sky despite the presence of lights and clouds. Even the very constellations themselves will dance like animations.

The deeper into the Land of Old within the roads of the forsts you go the more powerful the imaginative become but all power comes with a price....

Our heroes....

Each of the main cast will consist of people 16 to 30 years old. Some adults are exempt from the disappearnce streak if they are

A: unemployed

B: consistently immature

C: have no children

D: Unable to support themselves.

All of our heroes have 3 powers with 4 points to allocate according to their backstories:



Mundane

Mundane is the power of normal world logic and skills. Knowing karate, survivial skills, electronics ectr.

Generally none of the heroes will be top military men or brain surgeons but a point in something makes them competent enough in it to be useful within the throes of, or after danger.

Mundane you can pick a skill/talen for each point spent. Eg: 3 points = karate, wild life knowledge, First Aid



Imagination

Imagination is your capacity to manipulate magic to your natural power. Your imagination level only affects your soul power which is something innate to your personality, likes and flaws. EG: someone who is very shy and avoidant imagination power might make them snuff out all sound they produce for example.

For your imagination power you can describe it but how powerfully it actually is will be decided by me with how many points you put in it. EG: power of super strength. I put in 2 points. Ok, you can lift up 90 kilograms without strain and 500 if you really, really try.



Gifts

Santa gave out gifts to the good girls and boys in order to aid them in their fight to restore christmas. Due to being trapped within the clutches of this enigmatic enemy he can only give out so much christmas spirit powered help..

Gifts are magical christmas spirit powered item awarded to GOOD boys and girls. You get more GIFTS based on how much good deeds you do regularly and your capacity for christmas spirit. Both generally. Gifts generally are toys or christmas items magically enchanced: EG such as a toy lazer gun that actually shoot lazers.

Gifts are random and generated by me. Each point could give you a new gift or go towards a stronger, bigger one.

Threats

THE WILD

Stranges anaimals appear with an almost sentient focus on not only bringing our heroes down but almost guarding and attacking key points in Endsvill. It seems if something deemed important they start to arrive.

Polar bears, Wolfs, Mooses, Reindeers and even small rodents like squirrels and rats.

Witches

Magical spell casters rumored to once have lived here. In theory you could face theses....IF the legends are true...but surely witches from hundreds of years ago can't bother you now...right?

Enviroment Hazards

Who the fuck left this lego out here!?

How did that shelf get knocked down....how the heck did that car breaks come undone and it roll down the hill to block old Billy's house!?

The Lost

Sometimes you see them. Long, gangly stalking creatures that easily stand a tower over you. They almost blend in with the trees with how branch like and long their arms are. You saw a branche once...long and crooked, open like claws...hanging over a deer...then...the deer was gone and blood was all that's left.

Come on...it must just be your imagination...right?

And more.

Would be a shame to not at least try and make something christmas based so near the holiday.

OOC

1: This RP will be taking place up to a week after christmas. Then you've either won or failed.

2: Because the nature of the RP is time based players who lag behind too much will be given leeway with a LOST status. This means you've become bewitched or confused by the dark powers. You can join up with the group later but if you get LOST twice, you are captured by the antagonist forces.

3: Two paragraphs standard.

4: Try to keep your writing generally short. If you're not doing anything, I will let it slide. I don't expect players to foam it in for the standard paragraph rule. It's ok to say you're doing little if you're character stuck doing little.

5: Characters can die in this and will.

6: Villains. Once we have at least 6 players I will be allowing sheets for COMMANDERS. Basically guys who have a party of threats to mess with the players.

What alien race would you be?

shit, high blood troll from the home alone series, kindred. I get the gift of being non-Terran twisted but remain, motherfucking, mostly the same but with some calcium sticks spewing from the brain.

What Are You Listening To?

Soft Soil: It's Going to be a Cold Christmas

For all of us halloween has passed and it's time to start to the slow, anxiety ascent into the joyful day of christmas. Bland doors switch out rotting pumpkins for blooming green wreaths and even the unseasonal neighbores who only decoration were scolding signs to trick or treaters now find it in themselves put up a light or two. Its hard to think that in the midst of the merry, annual lamppost fleshing lights that it was a time of playful horror not long ago. Sadly, it seems in the town of ChesireHill that horror has decided to follow us into the holidays this year...

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The high school christmas prom is coming up and everyone is making a big deal out of it. The apathetic and depressed wallow about its superficiality, brought along by peer pressure while the average students considers the implications of who and if they get a date this year to it will mean. It seems in the world of angst every positive to the adults has a negative to the teens themselves yet the stampede for the event has been unrelenting as the weeks follow up. For whatever reason you and a few others are the few without dates to it two weeks to the prom.

Clocks ticking...

School Schedule

The start period is counted with everyone choosing what teens they are going to be. You are allowed to make a threat and teen character although ultimately threats spots will be limited. All TEENS must pick 1 positive trait and 1 negative trait for their character. This is for the prom section. The relationship period will last 2 week real time. Players will using a layout to properly allow players to post freely without disrupting posting order.

Durring the first two weeks of the RP it will play out as a standard slice of life. Your goal durring this time is to develope relationships, accrue drama, fall in love, make enemies, make friends and generally life your live. Your prime goal is to get a prom date. The more relationships and drama you do, the more points you accrue..

The PROM: At the prom the threat will appear and it will become a fight for your life. The threat can anything, although there are likely to be multiple threats played by MULTIPLE players. Some threats may even be your friends...or your partner...The threat gets stronger and stronger based on their achievements while hunting you down. Killing you gets them points, but scaring you and playing with you effectively gets them way more points.

The clocks ticking and you must ALL make it out of each area or be DOOMED. This is counted in REAL time once the prom section activates. You must all make it out within the number of days stated, characters who don't make it out are considered DEAD by the threat of that area. You must all get to the final area with christmas eve being your last playable day. Failing this means all teens die and the game is over.

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Traits for Teens:

Atheletic

You always count as ahead of the group when running. Atheletics count as equally ahead unless logic dictates otherwise when in a group with another atheletic player.

Hard Candy

Something about you is alluring. Maybe your hot, maybe you have an outward personality. Maybe it's just a sixth sense sort of thing. Any sense based traits a threat might have will ONLY reveal you.

Smartass

You are really, really annoying. Maybe it's an acts or you're just that way. Whenever you taunt a threat it becomes enraged and will come after you as long as it's not already killing/hurting someone.

Braniac

You are or at least, borderline, intelligent enough to be considered a nerd. You know about one feild enough to do mundane everyday action in it: EG: electrician can repair lights. Engineers can repair hardware tools ectr.

Jock

You work hard to keep a fit body, or maybe, you're just a genetic lottery winner. When you hit something it hurts, threats hit with a blunt melee objt/unarmed are stumbled.

Brave

Hearts of steel, even when its bleeding. You don't panic or scream under normal circumstances, even when injured.

Heart Burn

When you are being killed you put up such a fight that the threat has to take an extra post to finish you off.

Sweet Tooth

You have a inoccent aura around you that especially excites threats who enjoy toying and hurting. A threat cannot kill you until it has either A: made you suffer physically or emotionally or B: all others are dead.

If more than one sweet tooths the threat chooses who benefits from this trait.

Survivor

You're determined to ge through this no matter what! When a threat kills you, it cannot deal true fatal damage. You will revive in an extremely bloody, crippled state 3 posts later. You must heal yourself quickly or die from bleeding. This only works ONCE.

Negative Traits

Asthma

Whenever you run you are forced to a stop 4 rooms away. Your breath is significantly louder durring this period.

Out of Shape

Your general lack of health significantly decreases your speed. Making you behind all other healthy players in a run.

Inoccent

You are very easily brought to emotional stress, issues and crying. Even getting hit can force you into tears.

Bully

You take out your issues on other people. Under stress or fear you are COMPELLED to pick on the weakest person in the group, exceptions to your partner.

Early Bloomer

You developed attractive traits before your other classmates. This naturally causes drama from the opposite sex. Despite your sexuality the opposite sex players who didn't get picked by you for prom have all their relationship turn to antagonists and cold. Good luck sorting this drama out.

Notorious

Pick something bad that you are known for: theft? Sexual harrasment? assualt? You become destiny bound to do this to another player the next time you see them after the PROM segments becomes active.

Finger Food

You make an excellent scream of pain, your eyes, your voice. The threat takes an especially gruesome strike at you when he hits. You always count as critically bleeding and mangled.

Razors Edge

You have a bad habit of cutting yourself when depressed or distressed. When a friendly teen dies or you are distressed in the prom section you are compelled to cut yourself.

Weakling

Without help you can't climb over things, lift heavy objects nor escape even loose grips from any threats.

Ghost

You hardly ever turn up at school. Because of this your character has no concept of its layout and can't read the map layout.

THREATS

Threats can take any form, supernatural or totally normal. They can have purely conventional motivations that range from greed to even petty revenge or some strange, mystical populsion to take live of the young. But all threats fall into these types:

Hidden

The hidden threat is a teen in the group that dosen't reveal itself until the PROM stage. Up until that segment they act as a standard teen, collecting points like them. For the hidden collecting points in the first stage is ESSENTIAL because unlike other threats the hidden gets NO points from killing and only gets HALF from scaring and tormenting his fellows. In all senses a Hidden is purely human and so has no innate special power besides from an iron will to KILL.

Hidden can turn into their teen and into the killer on the fly as long as they aren't seen. If someone finds out their identity they recieve one PM telling them when and how it happpened but not who.

Feral

A monster, a man? Hardly any differences at this point. The feral revels in killing in and of itself, becoming the very embodiment of ferocity. They lunge to attack and feel nothing more than innate, primitive, primal rage that destroys any sense of self preservation or personality. If there were anything of the man left inside, it is co-opted and controlled by this unsettling rage. Feral gain double points from kills but are unable to control themselves at the sight nor smell of blood or tears making them more predictable than most threats.

The feral has a lunge that allows them to almost fly over chest high objects and climb obstacles up to 8 feet with insane vigor. Ferals simply can act as if ONE obstacles or object simply isn't there, bypassing it in their post. This dosen't apply to barricaded doors or high/sealed walls.

Strange

Strange threats are entirely superntural and this is blatant to anyone that even gets a glimpse of their presence. No one can say if the strange are alive or dead. Even the blatantly human that fall under this catagorey have an odd, mystical air around them that would fit a fog than a man. They can take an unearthly amount of punishment and pain, by simply phasing through or absorbing it as if it were nothing.

Strange threats cannot be killed nor stunned by physical harm. Instead the only thing that can ward them is salt circles and religious relics but these only last an hour against them.

Expirement

A killing abomination made by some unknown means. They could be a simple druggie who had lost all sense of reason while in a state of pain nullified high or they could be a top secrect creation that got out into this tiny town. Whatever the case the expirement is byproduct of technology, even fantastical tech. Despite any outward appearence or personality they have an internal methodology to their manslaughter, calculating with a crude but sharpened cunning. Expirements are given RANDOM threat traits for free each week but earn only half of their points in all areas.

Expirements can trap or tinker with devices to set off or act at command or at a certain time. An expirement always knows if a device has been tampered in anyway, despite if all evidence was removed.

TO COME

Threat traits to buy.

CS.

Posting layout.

Area and town maps.

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THREATS ALWAYS PM THEIR SHEETS. I will post threat posts for them, this will be to stop metagaming.

This game needs at least 8 RP'ers min to start. I'd much prefer to havee more than the min in case of drops out, however.

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OOC rules

1: Post at least 2 paragraphs and below 6 on standard. Standard being the operative word. You can deviate from this from time to time at your judgement.

2: I am ok with allowing threats to write their own powers but be aware that my judgement on powers will be very, very strict. Generally as a rule the teens should have a decent chance to escape without careful planning on the threats part.

3: If you die as a teen or die as a threat that's it. That character is out. There's a real chance threats could become jokes if the teens organise right and the threat dosen't prepare and there's a real chance teen players can be horrifically brutalized and killed.

4:Posting frequenty is a must. This is time sensitive and I will allow posting UNDER the standard if you're really struggling, just don't make it a rule. Hell, pm me and I'll help you post if you're suffering with writers block.

5: Tags, use 'em. If you mention someone in your post. Tag 'em. People like to know when they are being thought about or shown any kind of interest in character but it also helps prompt others to react and not forget to post.

Abominations [ A dark dungeon crawl]

@Mag Lev

shit, my, motherfucking, sly style sluething sloth. Appreciation for the iris aggressive expansion. I'm still working on this, kindred but you're more than welcome to join my inner discipline of delight to try it out in all it's shattered smile soothing when the ink has dried.

Abominations [ A dark dungeon crawl]

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"Ain't world out there for you no more. This is your world, this enclosed space, this moment of punishment. You savor the pain eventualy, become twisted, wishing for the next lash. Not out of some deviant desire for punishment, but for fear that if the routine changes whatever comes next will be worse. You think...you want to believe...it can't get worse...well...it always gets worse. Down here....in"

THE FACTORY

Before

Kidnapped

You were taken from a previous life to the factory. Good life, bad life, elite or poor man. The factory dosen't descriminate nor does it care about your past. Maybe you want to go back to the world you had, most do. It's a long dream and no one escaped yet though. Even if you did could society even welcome you back as you are now?

Career: You gain a career of your choosing, giving you mundane knowledge in that feild to a competent degree.

Past: Because you had a past others may know you. In some cases other abominations or waste will return stories for reliable stories of the outside.

Silver Spoon: Whatever life you had, you know what comfort is. Compared to the factory, it was heaven. You gain double stress and psychich damage.



Clone

You were born, fully grown in a tube. You may of lucked out and been one of the few to have something of a teenagehood. Coming out a bit underdone but either way...this is all you know. Most are simply processed, friends you had a month ago disappear into winding rooms and machinery. Some don't even get used...staying in cages seemingly indefinitely...others...become them. You may lack the human experience, you may even be tainted, but does some fabric of your humanity exist despite this bleakness?

Additional Testing: Most Clones undergo testing while in the tube. Giving you 1 more point in BODY.

Denizen: This place is your home. You survive here, flourish here. Sometimes you even manage to be happy...briefly. You start off with a MAP of your area and one type of chosen threat information revealed to you.

Newborn: Without the proper human experience yet still retaining some vague notion of what humans are, you are terrible at social interactions. You have negative -4 to detecting lies, lying yourself, or reading people/sentient folks.



Expirement

You were created or abducted for one specific purpose. Ruthless, extensive expirementation. Your humanity in every sense have been stricken from you, what tiny strand you have left beneath the horrorshow purely exists out of sheer will power. You were abandoned, thrown away, a failure? maybe. A form of torture? possible. Who knows the mind of the factory. Maybe a simple flook, but it's mistake is your power. It made you regret life, perhaps you'll look to do the same?

Extensive Maltreatment: You get given one RANDOM BODY MUTATION freely. This may not be as useful as you hope.

Expirementation: Every time you have a LONG REST you have a 1/100 chance of regrowing any lost flesh/limbs. The more virtal, big, or complex the lost. The more higher your rolls have to be.

Monster: Your visage is disgusting, even by the standards of the horrors within the factory. There is no way you can pass as human or even tolerable to gaze at. Your physical form will be malformed in many, many ways. Maybe you have putsals of blood that appear all over like tumors that grow back instantly after forming. Maybe you have a long intestinal tube out of a hole that leads to your stomach than a mouth. None the less, most will consider you scary, even your own comrades.



Processed

You've seen them, walking about, the man-machines. If you could consider them either. Some are unlucky enough to be selected to become them, bad for you. Some, however, don't make it through the whole process of losing mind and body. Thrown into chutes and trash cans, bloody and broken but free. Good for you. The factory has no understanding of pain nor any care for it. Straps are easier to make than pain killers. The experience scarred you but did they remove ONLY your flesh in that operating room?

Augmented: You start the game with a RANDOM device of random quality and usefulness.

Imprint: You will register as a machine by others of your kind. Allowing you to dodge fights or interactions if your free will isn't too obvious.

Pawn: Poking around in your brain like that, can't describe it. Sometimes you still feel it. They put something in you, now when the speakers churn up or the authorities say something you can't help but to obey: you have to roll 1 - 100 when given a command by a factory employed enemy. Failure leads to stress or being mind dominated for a few turns.

Now

BODY MIND SOUL

You get 4 points in each to do as you please. Add any background given points from [before] section as needed.


BODY:

Claws

With claws you get 1d4 slashing damage per strike. Your strikes also inflict bleed if they crit.

Claws, however, give you a -2 penalty to handling controls, generally messing up fine manipulation(throwing knives or fixing something)

Finesse

note: claws very rarely, if ever, come out perfectly. They are normally mishaped, jutted out, odd in size from one another and simply have grown out a chunk of the hand rather being fine nimble, finger like constructs. Your claws could of even be jutting out of your forearm or wrist. None the less, they still cripple your fingers fine motor skills.

Mace (need claws)

A progressive mutation of claws. Your entire hand, if you even hand one, has turned into a misshaped ball of slush with loads of oddly shaped spikes sprouting out of it.

Only affects one hand, can be bought twice.

Each strike deals 1d6 bashing/piercing damage. The mace renders you unable to do anything like fix machinery, sabotage, pick stuff up ectr if you have two. If you have one mace you have a -4 to all dexterity or hand based tasks except attached mutations-like mace itself.

When you hit a character you have a strength check. If you natural 20 or double their roll+mod then they are reduced to prone. If you beat their roll the enemy is stumbles back out of force.

Heavy

Jutting Protusion

A large, single spike erupts from your body. It may be your arm, hand, shoulder, or even your chest. This thing forcefully sprouted from you like a cancerous spear. It's at least 4 feet long and can't be retracted in anyway. Attempts to cut down the spear only results in whatever left of it bleeding profusely for hours as it grows back.

1D4 slashing swung about or hit against an enemy without charging.

When charging at a target with at least 20 feet to begin a spring the spear does a 1d8+str mod piercing damage on hit.

The charging spear on confirmed hit gets a reroll chance to crit.

The spear is a massive vantage point for enemies to grab you, giving them +4 to grapple against you.

The spear sheer size is cubersome and can make it hard to sneak.

HEAVY, LOADING

DEFENSIVE MUTATIONS

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Rough Flesh

Your skin has turned to a leather like substance, hardening untill it almost cracks at the seams. What was once soft and smooth has numerous bobbles, rashes and gone sore from a constant irritating redness that spreads viscously from your elbows, knees and forehead. Some parts of your skin are dead black at the ridge, while painful to touch, they are nearly rock hard.

can't be bought with Glutinous Flesh.

Gain 2 AC

Your squishy skin slaps about audibly, giving you a -2 to stealth.

Glutinous Flesh

Your flesh quivers with anxiety. Forever prepared for the next horror the factory will inflict upon it. wobbles like a thick overlay of jelly than skin. Sometimes even small things like bugs sink inside. Ugly...yes...useful...definitely. Knifes can get stuck and your skin quickly sticks back together.

+1 AC

You have a resistance to small blades.

Your will clot up the bleeding wounds after 1 turn.

You are vulnerable to liquid, jelly, and fire based attacks. You cannot remove harmful substances from your skin without a bath/shower in some form.

Wart Wrappings

You're entire body is hidden by an overlay of pulsating, rubbery bloated bubbles filled with an almost greenish, thick liquid. Sometimes when you move you can hear the waters inside swishing, despite how sensitive they may appear you feel very little if they are touched and it takes consistent force to break them. Your palms and feet are spared this fate, your face, sadly can't say the same. You have to pop the large, swelling ones around your eyes sometimes to stop from going blind. This hurts.

+1 AC

Resistance to Bashing damage

If you have any blood based mutations, apply those to your warts which will explode violently with said substance to any attacker within 5 feet.

When moving about your warts make an audible sound of swishing and wobbling, making it easier for threats to detect you. -2 to stealth

Your baubles give enemies a +2 for them to grapple you.

can't be bought with other skin choices


MIND

Growth

A large, abnormal lump of cracked flesh has started to sprout from your head. It seems pretty stable although it sometimes it throbs against your skull with the force of a beating drum to a microphone. When you get upset you can feel a league of over sized veins bulge out from it to your forehead, allowing you to back others down with your abusive barking. Sometimes you even swear you can hear your own thoughts echo into the empty halls.

Your abusive screaming or angry shouts deal 1d4 psychic damage with a small chance to give your target mental maladies.

On crit sentient targets are STUNNED for one turn.

Psychic damage cannot be healed by most means, making it a safe way to assure punishment despite support.

It's extremely loud method of attack and will easily attract other nearby threats if you're not careful.

Deals STRESS 1d4 damage to yourself each time you use it.

LOADING


Eye Absorption

Your left or right eye has had a strange, squishy organ flood over it and slowly crush it into jelly. In reflections you can still see the remains of it squished between the mass of this organic sideshow that spewed out of your socket. Sometimes the organs start pumping and you see weird echoes outlines of anatomy in the distance.

You Gain Meat Sight

You must activate Meat Sight in order to use it, when doing so your organ will pump with a low audible beat to it. This is hard to hear but can cause you great stress and has a chance to give you head aches if you use it too long or repeatedly.

When using Meat Sight you can see anything with an organic part to it, however, you can only perceive it's organic parts. A man-machine with a just brain it will appear like a floating brain. You use this to see past walls, doors and most forms of invisibility.

-2 to hit with range due to loss of your eye.

If you are hit while using Meat Vision you must pass a check to remain concentrated or you are forced out of it and STUNNED. Gaining 1d8 stress damage from the shock.

Unzipped

A large chunk of your brain has crawled out of a large, gory split in your forehead, exposing it to the air. Whatever discomfort you feel at having your brains feels the musky wind is compensated for the shuddering jolts of electricity they produce when you concentrate.

You produce a RANGED 1d6 electrical attack at any target within 30 feet.

Crit against automatons and Man-Machines have a chance to STUN them for one turn.

+2 damage against automatons and man-machines

You must take a turn to charge up your first attack, when hit you have a chance to have your concentration broken and have to charge up again. You always de-charge automatically if you don't attack every 3 turns.

Head strikes always count as if you were VULNERABLE

LOADING, RANGE, AMMUNITION

Skull Casing

A large shell has overgrown your head and started to consume your face from above. This shell could be a ripple of uncontrolled, growing flesh, it could be dead, hardened chunk of brain gone grey to protect what's within. It could be calcium. It barely avoids blinding you as it seeps around and slightly over your eyes. Since this growth you swear it vibrates when the factory speakers talk.

+1 AC gainst stress and psychic based attacks.

+2 against mental domination. Doesn't apply to PROCESSED characters.

When you are MIND DOMINATED you have a chance to reroll to break it with a -2 penalty.

Your head gets a +1 ac specifically when hit by anything. Reduces unzipped penalty to -1

This world is almost exactly like ours. Got the same issues, the same internet, same memes, same junk food and the same maps. Except there is one difference: The Factory. No one knows how it came to be, in the beginning it was just big industerial park in the middle of some worthless sack of land. But one day the local workers started acting strange and reclusive, then hostile and paranoid, then isolationist to the point they even rejected the internet.

Then they simply...went inside...never came out. Since then loads of attempts by military has tried to infiltrate the place. Each attempt has failed, urban explorers who enter might be lucky enough to upload a few videos of the outside location and then some gruesome screams before their stream is cut.

No swat, cop, solder nor specialized unit has returned and all considered are KIA. On 2015, a year into its strange happenings it was agreed by the american authority that the place would be thoroughly bomb to rubble after several people have been kidnapped and their remains found in the trash cans at the entrance.

The bombs were launched....but they never hit the factory. Where they went is anybodys guess. What is this place is a mystery and the area was closed off by military forces for observation. Yet people still disappear from streets like magic into its halls. And the number of victims had grown into the double digits nearing on three this year.

TL DR

it's like a dungeon crawl, but instead of a dungeon, it's a shithole

OOC:

This is going to be based on DnD. I don't really have a lot of experience in DnD, honestly. I've practiced one game, once, as dm. I figured might as well use a system some people know for this rather than a new one. For the most part I'll be translating anything from 5E to this game.

I haven't included soul, nor all the mind/mutation choices since this is just a taster.

This will be a party of 4/possibly 6 players depending on things when it's up.

This is pretty much a dungeon crawler with blatantly self indulgent edgy and horror themes. So be ready for torture/gore fest themes in it.

I'm new to DnD. I'm making a homebrew because it's helping me learn the mechanics easier to adapt them than to fumble them in game. I'll do my best to DM.

This will most likely be on roll 20. I already got 2 people who may join. Mostly checking interest.

If this ends up on the forums I will expect a standard of 2 paragraphs.

Abominations [ A dark dungeon crawl]

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"Ain't world out there for you no more. This is your world, this enclosed space, this moment of punishment. You savor the pain eventualy, become twisted, wishing for the next lash. Not out of some deviant desire for punishment, but for fear that if the routine changes whatever comes next will be worse. You think...you want to believe...it can't get worse...well...it always gets worse. Down here....in"

THE FACTORY

Before

Kidnapped

You were taken from a previous life to the factory. Good life, bad life, elite or poor man. The factory dosen't descriminate nor does it care about your past. Maybe you want to go back to the world you had, most do. It's a long dream and no one escaped yet though. Even if you did could society even welcome you back as you are now?

Career: You gain a career of your choosing, giving you mundane knowledge in that feild to a competent degree.

Past: Because you had a past others may know you. In some cases other abominations or waste will return stories for reliable stories of the outside.

Silver Spoon: Whatever life you had, you know what comfort is. Compared to the factory, it was heaven. You gain double stress and psychich damage.



Clone

You were born, fully grown in a tube. You may of lucked out and been one of the few to have something of a teenagehood. Coming out a bit underdone but either way...this is all you know. Most are simply processed, friends you had a month ago disappear into winding rooms and machinery. Some don't even get used...staying in cages seemingly indefinitely...others...become them. You may lack the human experience, you may even be tainted, but does some fabric of your humanity exist despite this bleakness?

Additional Testing: Most Clones undergo testing while in the tube. Giving you 1 more point in BODY.

Denizen: This place is your home. You survive here, flourish here. Sometimes you even manage to be happy...briefly. You start off with a MAP of your area and one type of chosen threat information revealed to you.

Newborn: Without the proper human experience yet still retaining some vague notion of what humans are, you are terrible at social interactions. You have negative -4 to detecting lies, lying yourself, or reading people/sentient folks.



Expirement

You were created or abducted for one specific purpose. Ruthless, extensive expirementation. Your humanity in every sense have been stricken from you, what tiny strand you have left beneath the horrorshow purely exists out of sheer will power. You were abandoned, thrown away, a failure? maybe. A form of torture? possible. Who knows the mind of the factory. Maybe a simple flook, but it's mistake is your power. It made you regret life, perhaps you'll look to do the same?

Extensive Maltreatment: You get given one RANDOM BODY MUTATION freely. This may not be as useful as you hope.

Expirementation: Every time you have a LONG REST you have a 1/100 chance of regrowing any lost flesh/limbs. The more virtal, big, or complex the lost. The more higher your rolls have to be.

Monster: Your visage is disgusting, even by the standards of the horrors within the factory. There is no way you can pass as human or even tolerable to gaze at. Your physical form will be malformed in many, many ways. Maybe you have putsals of blood that appear all over like tumors that grow back instantly after forming. Maybe you have a long intestinal tube out of a hole that leads to your stomach than a mouth. None the less, most will consider you scary, even your own comrades.



Processed

You've seen them, walking about, the man-machines. If you could consider them either. Some are unlucky enough to be selected to become them, bad for you. Some, however, don't make it through the whole process of losing mind and body. Thrown into chutes and trash cans, bloody and broken but free. Good for you. The factory has no understanding of pain nor any care for it. Straps are easier to make than pain killers. The experience scarred you but did they remove ONLY your flesh in that operating room?

Augmented: You start the game with a RANDOM device of random quality and usefulness.

Imprint: You will register as a machine by others of your kind. Allowing you to dodge fights or interactions if your free will isn't too obvious.

Pawn: Poking around in your brain like that, can't describe it. Sometimes you still feel it. They put something in you, now when the speakers churn up or the authorities say something you can't help but to obey: you have to roll 1 - 100 when given a command by a factory employed enemy. Failure leads to stress or being mind dominated for a few turns.

Now

BODY MIND SOUL

You get 4 points in each to do as you please. Add any background given points from [before] section as needed.

BODY:

Claws

A standard mutation in here They do little to automotons or man-machines without a lucky strike or beastly strength but are dangerous to anything soft somewhere. With claws you get 1d4 damage per strike. Your strikes also inflict bleed if they crit.

Claws, however, give you a -2 penalty to handling controls, generally messing up fine manipulation(throwing knives or fixing something)

+2 against unarmored targets.

halved against armor and machines.

note: claws very rarely, if ever, come out perfectly. They are normally mishaped, jutted out, odd in size from one another and simply have grown out a chunk of the hand rather being fine nimble, finger like constructs. Your claws could of even be jutting out of your forearm or wrist. None the less, they still cripple your fingers fine motor skills.

Mace (need claws)

A progressive mutation of claws. Your entire hand, if you even hand one, has turned into a malshaped ball of slush with loads of oddly shaped spikes sprouting out of it. Only affects one hand, can be bought twice.

Each strike deals 1d6 bashing/peircing damage, and has a chance to bleed targets on crits. The mace renders you unable to do anything like fix machinery, sabotage, pick stuff up ectr if you have two. If you have one mace you have a -4 to all dexterity or hand based tasks.

Jutting Protusion

A large, single spike erupts from your body some place. It may be your arm, hand, shoulder, or even your chest. This thing forcefully sprouted from you like a cancerous spear, how it didn't kille you, you have no idea. It's at least 4 feet long and can't be retracted in anyway, while it dosen't hurt it make you supremely uncomfortable but acts as a powerful weapon when charging. Attempts to cut down the spear only results in whatever left of it bleeding profusely for hours as it grows back.

1d4 swung about or hit against an enemy without charging.

When charging at a target with at least 20 feet to begin a spring the spear does a 1d8 peircing damage on hit.

The charging spear on confirmed hit gets a reroll chance to crit.

The spear is a massive vantage point for enemies to grab you, giving them +4 to grapple against you.

The spear sheer size is cubersome and can make it hard to sneak.

Progressive Mutation

This perk uses up all your BODY POINTS.

What they did to you was strange, even you don't understand it, at first you were human. Relatively normal but as the months passed you changed more and more. Flesh overlaps, eyes sprout out, boils brew up, extra teeth, extra noises. So far they've all been useless but as you fight, as you adapt, as you excercise aggression you notice that your body follows suit. The body is willing, waiting, for you to reach out and strike your tormentors down. All you have to do is lead the charge.

Every 2 levels you get to pick a body mutations that is equal or under the cost of your LEVEL in BODY POINTS. This cannot be purchased with any other body mutations. You cannot tranfers body points over to mind or soul.

Glutonious Flesh

Your flesh quivers with anxiety at the next moment of punishment. Forever prepared for the next horror the factory will inflict upon it, if you didn't mind a nervous wreck then your skin did. It seems to always wobble like a thick overlay of jelly than skin. Sometimes even small things like bugs sink inside. Ugly...yes...useful...definitely. Knifes can get stuck and your skin quickly sticks back together.

+1 AC

Small Blades are HALVED against you.

You are now vulnerable to toxic attacks. Making you take half more in damage from them. You can't remove these threats from your skin without a bath or shower of some sort.

Rough Flesh

Your skin has turned to a leather like substance, hardening over itself into it almost cracks at the seams. What was once soft and smooth has numerous bobbles, rashes and gone sore from a constant irritating redness that spreads vicously from your elbows, knees and forehead. Some parts of your skin are dead black at the ridge, while painful to touch, they are nearly rock hard.

can't be bought with Glutoninous Flesh.

Gain 1 AC

Wart Wrappings

You're entire body is hidden by an overlay of pulsating, rubber like and bloated bubbles filled with an almost greenish, thick liquid. Sometimes when you move you can hear the waters inside swishing, despite how sensitve they may appear you feel very little if they are touched and it takes consistent force to break them. Your palms and feet are spared this fate, your face, sadly can't say the same. You have to pop the large, swelling ones around your eyes sometimes to stop from going blind. This hurts.

+1 AC

Bashing damage against you is HALVED

When moving about your warts make an audible sound of swishing and wobbling, making it easier for threats to detect you.

Your baubles give enemies a +2 for them to grapple you.

can't be bought with other skin choices

MIND

Growth

A large, abnormal lump of cracked flesh has started to sprout from your head. It seems pretty stable, sorrounded by some rubbery and tough, still substance although it sometimes it throbs against your skull with the force of a beating drum to a microphone. When you get upset you can feel a league of over sized veins bulge out from it to your forehead, allowing you to back others down with your abusive barking. Sometimes you even swear you can hear your own thoughts echo into the empty halls.

Your abusive screaming or angry shouts deal 1d4 psychich damage with a small chance to give your target mental maladies.

Psychic damage cannot be healed by most means, making it a safe way to assure punishment despite support.

It's extremely loud method of attack and will easily attract other nearby threats if you're not careful.

Eye Absorption

Your left or right eye has had a strange, squishy organ flood over it and slowly crush it into jelly. In reflections you can still see the remains of it squished between the mass of this organic sideshow that spewed out of your socket. Despite the loss of your eye you can still see. Sometimes the organs start pumping and you see weird echoes outlines of people in the distance with strange colors assigned to them.

You Gain Meat Sight

You must activate Meat Sight in order to use it, when doing so your organ will pump with a low audible beat to it. This hard to hear but can cause you great stress and has a chance to give you head aches if you use it too long or repeatedly.

When using Meat Sight you can see anything with an organic part to it, however, you can only percieve it's organic parts. A man-machine with a just brain it will appear like a floating brain. You use this to see past walls, doors and most forms of invisiblity.

-2 to hit with range due to loss of your eye.

Unzipped

A large chunk of your brain, or whateve consitute the mutated mess of your brain as crawled out of a large, gorey split in your forehead, exposing it to the air. Whatever discomfort you feel at having your brains feels the musky air is compensated for the shuddering jolts of electricity they produce when you concentrate.

You produce a RANGED 1d6 electrical attack at any target within 30 feet.

You must take a turn to charge up your attack, when hit you have a chance to have your concetration broken and have to charge up again. You always de-charge automatically if you don't attack every 3 turns.

Skull Casing

A large shell as overgrown your head and started to consume your face from up above. This shell could be a ripple of unctrolled, growing flesh, it could be dead, hardened chunk of brain gone grey to protect whats living within. It could be calcium. It barely avoids blinding you as it seeps around and slightly over your eyes. Since this growth you swear it vibrates when the factory speakers talk.

+2 to defend against stress based attacks and mental domination. Dosen't apply to PROCESSED characters.

When you are MIND DOMINATED you have a chance to reroll to break it with a -2 penalty.

Your head gets a +1 ac specifically when hit by anything.

This world is almost exactly like ours. Got the same issues, the same internet, same memes, same junk food and the same maps. Except there is one difference: The Factory. No one knows how it came to be, in the beginning it was just big industerial park in the middle of some worthless sack of land. But one day the local workers started acting strange and reclusive, then hostile and paranoid, then isolationist to the point they even rejected the internet.

Then they simply...went inside...never came out. Since then loads of attempts by military has tried to infiltrate the place. Each attempt has failed, urban explorers who enter might be lucky enough to upload a few videos of the outside location and then some gruesome screams before their stream is cut.

No swat, cop, solder nor specialized unit has returned and all considered are KIA. On 2015, a year into its strange happenings it was agreed by the american authority that the place would be thoroughly bomb to rubble after several people have been kidnapped and their remains found in the trash cans at the entrance.

The bombs were launched....but they never hit the factory. Where they went is anybodys guess. What is this place is a mystery and the area was closed off by military forces for observation. Yet people still disappear from streets like magic into its halls. And the number of victims had grown into the double digits nearing on three this year.

TL DR

it's like a dungeon crawl, but instead of a dungeon, it's a shithole

OOC:

This is going to be based on DnD. I don't really have a lot of experience in DnD, honestly. I've practiced one game, once, as dm. I figured might as well use a system some people know for this rather than a new one. For the most part I'll be translating anything from 5E to this game.

I haven't included soul, nor all the mind/mutation choices since this is just a taster.

I don't have a good track record with keeping to stuff, honestly. But I really want to break my inability to finish shit. Just a heads up to anyone that joins of my past record.

It's late and haven't slept in a while. Might be some blatant mistakes.

This will be a party of 4/possibly 6 players depending on things when it's up.

This is pretty much a dungeon crawler with blatantly self indulgent edgy and horror themes. So be ready for torture/gore fest themes in it.

I expect 2 paragraphs standard. You don't have to overproduce, although you won't lose any points for going above. Consistently posting below that will though.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

Jameson

"Charmed...typical. Bet 10 gold they're all blokes"

Jameson snorted at the end with a glutinous withdrawal of whatever was bunging up his nose. The last goblet of wine looked like it was finally flushing him a little as his shadowry visage had bloomed into wider eyes and a resting grin. He hastily grappled a tart as soon as they landed on the table and moved it into his maws with the effiecency and speed of a lumber mill processing wood. For once, he swug his wine only with a splash instead of funneling it down. Leaving most of it untouched.

"Time for that later..." He muttered to himself, sagged with disapointment.

"It will be fiiine!..." He cheerily spilled over at Mirror, not holding back his volume and blatantly buzzing voice at her as he widely grinned and lifted his arms out wide. As if to welcome her into this dimension of confidence he was lounging in "Trust me. Old Jamey got a plan. We'll treat them so well, they'll think of more fondly of us than the local tavern wrecth from puberty...uh.." He broke off from the jeery, unhibited tone as he stopped himself from taking another swig of the goblet. Pushing it away.

He sniffed.

"Water, please" He hesitantly mumbled out to a servant with vague wave of his hand.

"Yeah. I got a plan that meets your demands. Going to need some supplies though. and...a personal favor. If you don't mind me telling you in private" He forced himself into a calmer state, one that obviously took some concentration as he rest his hands at the table and just talked plainly as he watch the water pour.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

Jameson

Jameson plate was now scraped finely with a fork of any residue before the cuterly was abandoned on top of it. If he was full his face didn't show it, instead of a resting warmth that would follow the comfort of good food he was striken with a coiled frown. Adorned with more wrinkles on his forehead than a stressed, formal shirt "Gypsies..." He murmured out lowly in contemplation as he leaned on the dining table and let leathwrap head rest onto two straight fingers, prodding into it.

"I'm not really a fan of strange magics....and travelers always bring strange things with them...I mean....look at us..." He spoke it all with the hushed tone of someone in a trance before breaking off at the end with a whip of his eyes and purse of his lips. Swigging his wine. He stopped and looked into his drink then at Tae as she started to bloom in her face with each drink. Barely holding in a devilish grin as she lost her legs "I mean. It depends....on the reward....but yeah....I might know how to get rid of them."

Jameson peered out of the corner of his eye at granlow, his voice was calm but had the undeniable high hum kicking in it's covers that could only be assigned to someone purposely poorly hiding a self sastified idea. If his eyes twinking at him like a snake peering at a meal it just passed didn't give it away then the slight smirk barely being repressed did.