Temple of the Crying Buddha - Music Post

Music post for my first run of The Temple of the Crying Buddha.

 

Unkown Armies Play Report: The Temple of the Crying Buddha

Nanking, 1937.

Amidst a grand guignol of violence and pillaging, Captain Hojo sat on a heap of loot taller than a man, a fat bladed dao with a jeweled hilt laid across his knees. Beneath him: antique furniture, gold and silver, wine and rare spirits. There was a Mercedes in there somewhere, half buried under a massive bolt of silk. A pair of kempeitai goons came in with a crate of pure morphine and left it at the base of the pile.

The Captain leaned forward and grinned at a trio of Imperial Japanese Army privates.

• Katoki the gambler, in need of money
  
• Suzuki the addict, looking for his next fix
  
• Takeo the glutton, always hungry
  

“You louts are going to do a job for me. There’s a temple near the Purple Mountain. Inside is a special cup. It’s made of a big piece of jade and shaped like a dragon skull. You’re going to get the cup for me.

Anything else you find in the temple is yours, you can keep it. I’ll keep the others out so you’ll have the place to yourself.

Go!”

To refuse the Captain would be unwise.

 

Without wasting time on preamble, the three Privates made haste for the iron gates of the Temple of the Crying Buddha.

Delta Green Play Report: Eight Folds to Infinity

You stand on a vast red plain, which extends to the horizon. Mountains are visible in the distance, silhouetted red by a green haze that filters upward into the darkness beyond. The plain is red, ankle deep in blood.

Before you is a massive desk, like a judge would use. It towers above you. On the desk is written:

 

Sitting at the desk, peering down at you, is a gray little man in a green accountant’s visor and red vest. He squints, and asks, in his dusty voice: How many people have you killed?

Unknown Armies Play Report: ICONODULES V2

Another day, another playtest of ICONODULES. Another year, another Jackson Elias Convention. If you want to read up on the premise and the basics of the adventure, check the first playtest.

 

This time, we had

• Ecrin - Experienced Occultist and Wage Slave
  
• Mehmet - Closeted Defender of Gay Turks (And Armenians… and Kurds)
• Suliman - Expert Fencer, Martial Arts Master, Total Coward
• Zuhal - Precocious Technology Expert

After character selection and a rules tutorial, play began with the burger warriors pulling into the Akpet off the highway to take a piss and grab some snacks before the final drive to Göbekli Tepe. They spotted three weirdos who seemed worth investigating.

• A seventeen year old Syrian kid, filling up gas cans at the pump. 
• An American guy in a fiberglass mask emblazoned with a hand of mysteries, carrying bottled water and calorie dense snacks out of the store.
• A Kurdish lady in a blue headscarf smoking a safe distance away from the pumps, who Zuhal recognized from Kurdish_Professionals, a weirdly ritualistic lesbian XVIDEOS channel that got taken down after people mass reported it. 

The group offered to help the Syrian kid, but he wasn't interested in strangers pestering him, especially a girl his own age. Mehmet tried to forge a connection with the Kurdish lady, using his Solid Citizen powers to connect with a member of his tribe. The lady misinterpreted his "how do you do, fellow gay?" overture, but not in the way he expected. Rather than a fellow member of the homosexual underground, she assumed he was a fellow worshiper of the Goddess.