PosterBoy
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The Gencon 2006 adventures penned by Charles Rice are now on sale at RPGNow.com.
Blood and Relics: Nostradamus Gambit
http://www.rpgobjects.com/index.php?page=pro&product_id=227
A book written by Orpheus in a language no one can read, containing the history of the end. A relic able to read any book. There are factions seeking these things, factions who want to hasten the end of the world and help their dark masters through sacrifices of blood and bone. The only thing standing in their way is you.
Darwin’s World: Feeding Grounds
http://www.rpgobjects.com/index.php?page=pro&product_id=226
Welcome to a world gone insane. Once brave soldiers ready to fight and die for America, you and your unit have awoke from cryosleep to find centuries have passed and the devastation of the Great War irreversible. Intended as a cradle of humanity in case of a natural disaster, the facility where you have slumbered for centuries, where thousands others sleep and await to awaken and rebuild the world is being preyed upon by hideous cannibals. They’re farming the future of humanity, men women and children like corn. Only one thing stands in their way: you and your unit. Outnumbered a thousand to one.
They call it the feeding grounds. You are the food.
Blood and Relics: Nostradamus Gambit
http://www.rpgobjects.com/index.php?page=pro&product_id=227
A book written by Orpheus in a language no one can read, containing the history of the end. A relic able to read any book. There are factions seeking these things, factions who want to hasten the end of the world and help their dark masters through sacrifices of blood and bone. The only thing standing in their way is you.
Darwin’s World: Feeding Grounds
http://www.rpgobjects.com/index.php?page=pro&product_id=226
Welcome to a world gone insane. Once brave soldiers ready to fight and die for America, you and your unit have awoke from cryosleep to find centuries have passed and the devastation of the Great War irreversible. Intended as a cradle of humanity in case of a natural disaster, the facility where you have slumbered for centuries, where thousands others sleep and await to awaken and rebuild the world is being preyed upon by hideous cannibals. They’re farming the future of humanity, men women and children like corn. Only one thing stands in their way: you and your unit. Outnumbered a thousand to one.
They call it the feeding grounds. You are the food.
