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?

Unicorn Meat - First Impressions

I took Throne of Salt off my "blogs I read" tab a while back because I found I was no longer reading most of the posts. I noticed the other day though that the guy finally wrapped Unicorn Meat, a scenario that he's been posting about for a while now. This isn't a full review because I haven't actually played the module. But he specifically says in the release post that people should post what they think of it after reading.

The art in this post is from the book, drawn by Rowan A

 

PREMISE

Unicorn Meat is a module about a factory farm that butchers unicorns for meat and magical spare parts. Since unicorns are driven into a berserk rage by the energy emanating from sexually mature humans, but docile and friendly toward children, the company running the farm enslaved a large population of orphaned, kidnapped and purchased girls, who did the grunt work of hunting down and killing the beasts. 

Fast forward to the present day, and the adults who ran the place have all wandered into the haunted forest surrounding the property and been eaten by mysterious chthonic entities capable of projecting themselves into the dreams of mature humans. The surviving semiferal slave children are trapped on the farm by magical implants that prevent them from escaping, left with nothing but the dwindling supplies left behind by the company and a haunted swamp filled with unicorns for sustenance. You play as these kids.

Unknown Armies NPC - Joel

Another character from LISA the Pointless, this time adapted for Unknown Armies. Portable version here.

By Edvinas Kandrotas

Joel is a fulminaturge with a Major Charge burning a hole in his pocket. He’s got a custom pistol and a single custom .476 caliber bullet, both of which he forged with his own hands from materials scavenged out of the trash. He doesn’t know what he’s going to spend it on, just that it needs to be something… big.

Joel could make good money with a square job as a machinist, or spend his Major Charge on something that would make him a powerful underworld figure. Truth is, he’s addicted to life as a vagabond. Rolling into town, getting stuck in the nightlife, making friends and enemies, then moving on to his next adventure. The unspent magick potential flowing through him makes him a magnet for weird shit.

Joel has never personally killed anyone, but has helped his friends do so. He has never fired a shot in anger, and a couple times he has paid the price for not doing so.

Esoteric Enterprises - No Town Like Cow Town - Session Five

Session five was hard. The players really struggled with mapping, both retracing the path from last time (two of them were new and had never seen a dungeon before) and exploring new areas.

In attendance,

• Cassiopeia Unseelie the Third Generation Red Cap (Spook Lvl 3)
• Elizabeth West the Necromancer (Occultist Lvl 1)
• Thurston East, Fragile Cyberneticist (Doctor Lvl 1)

The team had a job to finish from last session, which I decided took place just a day ago: locating the Cistern on the West Side and retrieving some of the water inside for the Occultists. The team lost a man on the previous attempt, and Cassie was going to try again with reinforcements.

She met the two new recruits at the Pound of Flesh, to explain the mission and hand out equipment from the pool. But before they could leave, a pair of enormous police officers showed up to shake down the truck for free BBQ, and immediately recognized Cassie. She'd been spotted leaving the abandoned rail yard yesterday, and was a suspect in a couple other cases. But they were happy to let her off with a warning, and a 200 dollar donation to the Cow Town Police Foundation.

The Gallery desk was manned by a bored artist with enormous headphones and a graphics tablet. She told the players to toss whatever they felt like in the donation jar, and went back to working on her porno commissions. Cassie didn't remember how to open the secret entrance to the basement, so they had to bother her again to open it. She said maybe they could deal with whatever was making so much noise downstairs.

Downstairs, someone was yelling and throwing furniture and sculptures. They caught fragments of the argument. The Hooker Slashers weren't happy about paying the gallery for use of their ROW. In fact, they were going to start charging the artists protection. The artists weren't having it. Someone fired a gun. The players ran for the dungeon entrance, before they could get caught in the fighting.

Esoteric Enterprises NPC - Lester

An NPC from my favorite LISA fangame, adapted for Esoteric Enterprises. Cow Town needs people who know what to do with all this meat.

By Edvinas Kandrotas

LESTER
A flabby, broad shouldered boomer in a butcher's apron, rubber gloves and hairnet. He stinks like tomato sauce, sweat and blood. His wide, walleyed face splits into a grin around his king size cigarette as you enter the cafeteria. "Normal people!" he shouts. "I'm one of you!"
6 flesh (1 dice), 12 grit (2 dice). AC 14 (Apron and a Layer of Fat). Saves 15+. STR and CON 13
Beef Splitter (+2, d12 damage, target begins Bleeding Out on damage to Flesh)