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half-baked

In the interest of not spending three years on a project without ever mentioning it a single time until several months after it’s out, I am going to talk about one of my current projects

  • A turn-of-the-century urban fantasy game about a post-revolution anarchobureacracy pulled tight between a violent return to reactionary form and something better (?). Involves evil industrialists, dueling postal services, a society of rogue chefs who worship the absent God of Liberation, and ghost-eating ravens.
  • It’s a bit messy and somewhat incomplete, but playable by the determined
  • Players are supernatural outcasts / troubleshooters who pingpong among the many eccentric factions of the city
  • The book includes several character types (foxes, ravens, ogres, witches, and sages), a rundown of the city’s main locations, and a bunch of factions with example NPCs and the ventures they send you on, plus some worldbuilding details and a couple encounters I’m trying to build up into a larger table.
  • Rules are 24XX
  • Heavily inspired by Eccentric Family, The Night is Short Walk On Girl, and indirectly by Mage the Awakening, the Crying of Lot 49 and Malcom Harris’ Palo Alto (especially the bits about 19th century financiers and industrialists).

You can check it out here

hex culture adventures, amateur hour, new project

Announcing Sinjin

A New Project

Big new book by me and my buddy Jackson about a big horrible haunted swamp available here. It actually since November but I realized I never talked about it on here.

The sendup is as follows…

A century ago, the Black Heron College performed an experiment into the nature of Death and caused a great disaster. The site of this catastrophe came to be known as The Saint John Forbidden Territory.  

A hundred by hundred yawning miles of sawgrass, palmetto hammock, winding river, and overrun industry—all reclaimed by the Dead. In the territory, the land forgets itself, geography flexing and twisting like a straining muscle, the progression of days stuttering and jumping like a broken zoetrope. 

You are a freelance exorcist, compelled or driven to enter the Territory. You wield the remnants of Death’s instruments: arts and tools left over from Her now-unfinished work. It is your duty to carry on against the growing disaster. The depths spread, and the Dead stand against you. 

Put them back in their graves.

It has art by The Scrap Princess and a bunch of scary photographs Jackson and his wife took out in some wetlands and some cool public domain art. It’s pay what you want, also.

We have a print edition in the works. Print production is not my favorite thing in the world so it’s going slow but here’s pictures of the proofs.

please excuse my nasty table
Throne of Limbs illustration by Scrap

Old Work

Ram said some people were looking for some of my old pdfs. I’m going to relink them here and fix their original posts, because there’s some kind of funky permissions problem with them. These were all quite early efforts, and I would do them quite differently now, but here they are.