Look up! Look Waaaay up!
Mind control abilities have always been avoided or very poorly executed due to their extremely powerful/angering nature so here are some tips on how to use it properly to enhance your game.
Thirty naval officers to sail the seven seas, salty sea dogs all. Some are explorers, some are traders, and others are out on missons of conquest.
"Seriously, how many books does he have?"
"I keep my sanity tied to my hip with very thin thread. Somedays when I am pushing through the throngs of people all staring at tiny screens in their heads or in their hands I start feel that thread slipping. On those days I know that my only salvation is docked at the spaceport. My savior is not some luxury liner or high speed transport filled with perfectly balanced environments and a history of 'punctuality'. This man's spaceport messiah is more often than not a century old craft whose airlock is caked with the mud of a hundred worlds, with a computer programed in a dead language and a captain that makes his living looking for the slimmest trade margins in the most distant stars. When I sign on to the crew of such a craft I feel my thread of sanity tighten. I know that when we break through that blue ceiling we will be passing the soul crushing civilized worlds and heading for the fainter stars."
-J. Mitchell Overnantuck, Unlicensed Jump Drive Navigator
100 Word Piece of Sci-fi Minutia
The Gold Standard
Whenever there is conflict or disease you will find medical men and women trying to heal the sick and the maimed. Most are perfectly good people, but by no means not all of them. Whilst many live to serve and do their best for those who they treat, a minority will harm or even kill them, accidentally or otherwise.
Chartered in Royal Year 618, the Guild of Adventurers Upon Return, was intended as a guideline to deal with and control the increasing number of men and women who were taking up arms and pursuing a career in heroism and adventurism. The guild would police it's own, and function as an odd jobs mercenary corporation, subservient to the crown, and supportive of the clerics.
Seven twisty canyons for the PCs to pass through and explore on their way to carry out their main quest.
When starting a new role playing game or when the players reach a major milestone in the story, they can be treated with a “Goodiebag”, which unique to their character.
Post-Racial template for the Cosmic Era
A story for Tusserk's writing game.
In the Cosmic Era, the Daily Discourse consists of the talking points and dialog guides laid out by the masterminds and controllers behind the media. Here is your opinion, bite sized for easy consumption.
The greedy, obnoxious, exploitative things the entertainment industry does in the Cosmic Era
Able Blank is a disposable asset, a walking talking abomination and crime against humanity.
Immortality, at any cost
Also known as a Klein Field Generator, it is one of the few defensive technologies that can withstand high energy and gravitronic weaponry
Nerve Stapling is considered a vile and barbaric act, the orbital lobotomy of the Cosmic Era.
The research and development process is often a lengthy and arduous one. In the Cosmic Era, it is often just a matter of time and luck to see who breaks the next barrier in arcanotech.
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry, if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat the victim from the inside out, via cell death, dissolving organs and flesh in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, from the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.