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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loverdrive" data-source="post: 8379907" data-attributes="member: 7027139"><h2>IRON DM 2021</h2>Round 1, Alice Lovedrive vs NeuroticThe Ingredients:<ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Empty Treasury</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Wonderful World</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Terrible Bard</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Historic Bridge</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Uncivil War</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Spectral Lion</li> </ul>[SPOILER="The Entry"]There’s a reason why elves never sleep.The nightmares tap into the noosphere and bring forth doom. The horrifying concepts of all too earthly drives, raw and uncontained, sip into the world, thought by thought, word by word and take a physical form.The true scale of the threat is beyond their comprehension. The living don’t think in concepts, they give them names and looks and desires, twisting them even more and creating a dark image of themselves.DROWthey call these horrors. Twisted, vile, cruel, living in the darkness of the Agartha, that’s how they are painted in the minds of the men.But they never stoped. Of course, the horrors must have their own ugly cannibal pantheon, horrifying and incomprehensible.The Bitсh With Many Teeth, The One Who Hungers, The Spectral Lioness, they call her. She will eat the sun, they fear, she will swallow the stars, drink the seas, chew through the earth and will never vomit this world back to be reborn anew.The Conqueror, The King, The Equalizer, they call him. He will burn and pillage, they tremble, he will rape and enslave everyone and everything who isn’t a spitting image of him.The End, The Grim Reaper, The Empty Treasury, they call it. It will come for them, they dread, it will snuff out their fires, scatter the ashes of their “eternal empires” and erase all memories of them.Over time, they even figured out that maybe they are makers of their own doom… And of course, it’s a terrifying idea. They gave it a name.The Fifth Trumpet, The One Who Paints, The Terrible Bard.Akhilesh, the mad scholar, has gazed upon the stars and discovered that they always match the astrological records. He has lost his own mind and shattered all too many others, experimenting, searching the truth.One day, everything became clear and for the first time in millennia, he had a real plan.He hooked the Machine of Machines (which does exist) to the Difference Engine (which doesn’t exist), applied some fine science of causality reversal and connected the whole world right to the noosphere, the only true god, blind, idiot, all powerful god, who actually answers the prayers.He hoped that it will lead to the wonderful world. A magnificent heaven with no cauldrons of hell, an eternal peace with no uncivil war, a historical bridge between the men and their god.He was wrong.[HR][/HR]Screams. Hundreds and thousands of screams. Panic, horror, pain and fury, all fusing into a cacophonic crescendo, beyond rhythm, beyond structure, the magnum opus of a cosmic nu-jazz maestro dying in a joyful agony of a heroin overdose, thrashing around in a delirious nightmare of pure ungodly happiness.This was the soundtrack of the end of the reality itself.Countless terrified reality benders turned the world into their own twisted Sistine Chapel, the broken Adam with dozens of dozens of malformed limbs reached his hand towards the sky.The sky with no God. The sky with a gaping God-shaped hole.<h2>Character creation</h2>Say, who you were before. Write that down. It’s irrelevant, anyway.You have two stats: Control and Humanity, and both start at +0. When one goes up, the other always goes down.<h2>Basic moves</h2><h3>To do it, do it</h3>When you tap into the noosphere to reshape the reality, roll 2d6+Control. On 10+, you do it. On 7-9, choose one and on 6- the GM will choose for you:<ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">The cacophony of the end of the world distracts you, you lose yourself in the unholy melody. Whatever you were trying to achieve backfires, but you are not in danger.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Something breaks inside you, you lose the touch with the human inside. -1 Humanity.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">You are terrified of your own powers. -1 Control.</li> </ul><h3>If you do it, you do it</h3>When your actions reshape your personality as per reverse causality law, and you resist it, roll 2d6+Humanity. On 10+, you remain yourself. On 7-9, you still gain some characteristics of the new image. On 6-, the GM will tell you what happens, and you won’t like it.<h2>Special moves</h2><h2>Standoff</h2>When you face a man-made god, roll 2d6+nothing. On 10+, you make it bleed the concept of blood. On 7-9, you are alive and well, at least for now. On 6-, this is it.<h2>The End</h2>When you touch the Machine of Machines and try to erase it out of existence, the game ends. You get to narrate the consequences of the apocalypse.[/SPOILER]</blockquote>

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