Player 3's Pc's In a nut shell
30 job types/classes for PCs in the Cosmic Era
"Is it hot in here, or..."
An NPC for the Delta Factor using my Organic NPCs presentation model.
Also known as demons, mutants, and monsters, Youma were once human beings.
“What’s the difference between good and evil?”
Player 2's three pc's for The Guild Game
Last two PC's to complete one players group of three for The Guild Game.
"Get me the sugar!" called Jack's wife. His heart skipped a beat as he stood before the cabinet. Holding his breath, he slowly opened it.... Dangit! A baby!
The ruin that birthed a society; the Life and Times of a city in the throes of death.
One of the current political paradigms of the Cosmic Era.
Cold, mystic master manipulators.
The adventurers hear a noise and turn, only to see a bottle clatter down the street. Shrugging it off, they continue on their way, blissfully unaware of the hulking mass of junk taking shape behind them...
A series of singers and strummers, summarily simple and sinuous, subsisting with singularly spectacular song-stylings.
I've sat on this one for long enough. Feel free to fill in the gaps.
Droids, Drones, and the Neo-Cortex.
As part of the global war on terror, a goverment sponsored special science group resumed the CIA's MKGAMMA program for improved interrogation drugs. The results, Serum 87 and Serum 87X (S-87 and S-87X) became the most effective interrogation agents available to man.
The net went down, it went down hard. People got hurt, people died.
Things are not what they appear in the Cognitive Network
The Electric Coil Rifle, a staple of magnetic weaponry, and a standard by which such weapons are measured.
"De Kanaar folk tink all dere gods and medicines are secret. But I live in dese marshes long enough to hear dere gods, whether pointy-ear folk like it or not. I can hear dere comin's and goin's, an' I can make dem see you or skip you as you like."
- Tonis, hillaq of Rakart Village
First Impression: a weedy military man
A fragment of letter drifts down to the street. You catch it, and unfold the charred edges.
"...know I will always lov..
..at never dies. It is th...
..f my passion that b...
...nd it cannot be ext..
....n heaven or....n hel..
....ill be by you...ide an...
...... yours foreve.........
... Mendates ........
Looking up from the fragmented text you glance around at the rooftops. There. A minute snowfall of scraps of letters is cascading from the chimney of a half-timbered house nearby.