Musings on tabletop roleplaying. A mixture of homebrew ideas, observations, and theory discussion; plus occasional reviews, utilities and inspirations. Verbose, amateurish, under-edited, over-written, not especially serious.
11th of Erastus, AR 4719 in the contemptible human calendar
Yarzoth would have ground her teeth in frustration; but, lacking molars, that would only have meant lacerating her own gums with the needle-like fangs that lined her mouth. She settled for incinerating a nearby beetle with a gout of arcane fire.
The latest installment of terrible game fiction for my incomplete sci-fi hack of World of Darkness.
Francis sat in his office, idly tapping an executive toy with his paperknife. The chrome spheres swayed and clacked softly as he waited. Everything was prepared. There was a knock.
“Come in.” He laid the paperknife carefully on his desk, and straightened up.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hawarden.”
It was a cold night. Frost was settling on the ground, glinting where the security lights touched it. Rounding the corner of his rooftop patrol, Geertz paused and stared dutifully around, scanning the grounds with naked eye, then thermal goggles. Nothing, as usual. The last group of protestors had been nine months ago. Still, they had to stay watchful. Seeing Thompson and his Alsatian making a counter-circuit below, he waved a habitual ‘nothing’, then turned and paced away. The outer wall was three hundred yards away and ten feet high; a fence topped with razorwire separated the car parks and grounds from the compound itself. It would take an intruder several minutes to make the crossing, let alone get inside, and that was plenty of time for the guard patrols to spot them. Nobody was breaking in, not after that business four years ago.
Nobody human, anyway.
Observant readers may notice that, for someone trying to approximate a White Wolf game in a sci-fi setting, I have some major omissions.
Looking closely, almost everything published for Visitant so far is rules, of all things, while the rest is setting material. Where, oh where, is the terrible game fiction?
As mentioned, the six chapters of Prologue: We walk amongst them are only available to premium subscribers. I wouldn't breach their trust by betraying that. But that doesn't mean you get off scot-free you have to go without entirely.
Here, for your delectation and nausea, is the first ever piece of Visitant gamefic.