I Love the Corps: Geek Retreat 1

So, yesterday, I did my first of what will be (mostly) once a month visits to Geek Retreat on the 1st Sunday of every month (when I am free, which is most months this year). I turned up a little later than intended, but not late in terms of the event start time. Three intended players were already there, and in not too long, two more players turned up. Considering the event had only been advertised online this week, and for several days with the event day wrong… not half bad. Five characters out of six were played, and being that one player really foolishly, pointlessly but gloriously killed themselves about halfway through, it meant I had a spare character to chuck at them. I wouldn’t ever say a game went perfectly, BUT, it did go exceptionally well. Considering the short amount of time to advertise, the two month gap since I was last at the cafe and the fact that this was the first attempt to do a promo and an RP session on a 1st Sunday at the venue, I couldn’t have asked for better.

So, two of the players (David and Chad) had played once before, and were very firm about playing again when I last saw them and kept to their word. I did discover, however, that ILTC was Chad’s first RPG. This isn’t a first for me, but it is always a pleasure to have the game you created be someones’s formative RPG experience, especially when I had no idea at the time. This says something for both the accessibility of the game and his knack for picking up the RP basics. David is clearly more experienced and really got into some very massively creative uses of the rules, which was great to test me and the system. Chad meanwhile generally opts for ‘gung ho’ as his play mode, which works fantastically. Though he suffered a relatively early character death from an awful roll combined with an unfortunately penalty and a highly risk manoeuvre, he took it with grace and a grin on his face. He then adopted the spare medic character, and pulled off some utterly insane moves that not only saved the Sarge’s life repeatedly, but turned him into a drugged up living weapon/mount. (This will be explained more when I get to the game highlights. Bear with me.)

Next we have James, who I have spoken to at GR twice before, and has specifically approached me with his (highly enthusiastic) intent to play the game. He decided to let me pick the character; due to his level of excitement to play the game, and his general presence at the table from the get go, I threw the Sarge at him… because apparently only children ever want to pick the Sarge. He embraced the role wholeheartedly and really played to his brief. He’s adamant that he’s going to play at the UK Games Expo on Sunday, which being that he is volunteering the rest of the weekend, is a great privilege for me to hear.

Then we have Sam and Trevor, who were both new to the game. Sam really dug her heels into the game and was the exceptionally kickass murder-monster that all women who play ILTC seem to become (okay, not all, but most tend to go for the most aggressive characters). She had some cracking plans and some fantastic descriptions and stole the show many times. She was telling me that she has been telling friends outside of Birmingham about the game, and was insistent to get me some more players from further afield at the UK Games Expo, so here’s hoping I can get at least some of those last spaces filled by a good bit of word of mouth.

Trevor seemed to also have a good time, and was very much into embracing the style side of the game in everything he did. He did, before the game was entirely over, express that he likely wouldn’t play again. He only had experience of Pathfinder, and I didn’t take it as a knock; they are utterly different kinds of game, and sci-fi is not everyone’s thing. At the end of the day, when you design something, not everyone will like it.

However, I then finished the game, and he changed his mind. It turned out that his misgivings seemed largely just because he felt his thunder had been a little stole, which wasn’t the fault of him, me, the game or anything else, just a case you get sometimes in any game, when a player plans to do an amazing thing… and somebody else gets in first. (There WERE  a lot of Glory Points flying around, which is a sign of solid cinematic RP all round.) But, he got to save everyone’s ass at the end, and then spoke with me about his other finer moments, and this seemed to turn him around. So extra victory there I think. They say they’ll all be back next month, and I don’t doubt it. Several character concepts for a campaign were already forming as I was on my way out…

Also, an honourable mention for the gent whose name I did not catch, who insisted on spectating, and was clearly having a blast. He sat and listened to the whole game and was very complimentary. (I think he felt too tired to play effectively, but not complaining at having an audience.)

And finally, time for some spoiler free…


  • A Glory Point being used to remote operate a drone, killing 14 different rebels with one single ability total. And then the sniper finished the last two.
  • When all the rebels were dead, but the knife specialist wanted to describe finishing one off as they were staggering backwards, just for cool.
  • Taking a rebel by surprise… and decapitating him with a vibro-knife.
  • When a Glory Point was used to blow out the plasma engines of four rebel dropships (which I gave a Disadvantage for Rebels where you can ignore armour with a +3SL shot, which in this case was used to blow an engine per +3SL, due to the sniper’s Eagle Eyed/Sharpshooter combo and aimed shots) as ‘rock you like a hurricane’ randomly played in the background at the perfect time. Their callsign was Hurricane, by the way.
  • Remote operating an aerial recon drone through three dropwires to drop three rebels to their deaths.
  • Rolling to throw a plasma charge, a close (not thrown) weapon, with no total, a -2 penalty… and rolling a 3. And accidentally disintegrating themselves in mid-air.
  • A Glory Point being used for dramatic editing to explain a rocket failing to hit three exposed marines due to throwing a knife at it…
  • The crazy Sergeant standing in a doorway, wildly firing at a bunch of 20 rebels, and somehow not getting shot. Only to then take a chunk of flying masonry to the back of the head that damn near killed him. Oops.
  • The medic leaping down onto the Sarge’s shoulders (with paracoils) and slamming syringes through the sealant foam covering the hole in his contact armour, stopping him being Compromised by injecting drugs directly into his brain.
  • The medic essentially being the Sarge’s jockey, using Drop and Give Me Fifty and Get Down! (which lets you use DGMF to save others from attack) to constantly move him into cover away from gunfire.
  • Remote operating a spy drone on the Sarge’s shoulder to grab a chemical grenade, leaping through air with it and triggering it mid-air.
  • Kinda feeling sorry for the rebels as they get shot at by a druggle-addled berserk Sarge, tear gassed, blasted from above by a drone, and then shot THROUGH THE WALLS by a Sharpshooter sniper with an armour piercing battle rifle.
  • The medic riding the Sarge like a sledge at the last rebel.
  • Swinging the Sarge wildly to defend from attack.
  • A marine was facing off against a rebel, realising the rebel was more than a standard rebel, as their fingers pressed against the marine’s visor, turned into claws, and started to push through to the skin. AT THAT VERY MOMENT, this chorus played… “What if I say you’re not like the others, what if I say you’re not just another one…” as Pretender by Foo Fighters plays (in real time, again at random).
  • The Sarge trying to get a high enough Sentry Duty to deliberately turn Psychic… they didn’t, of course. But they did get some HANDY PLOT HINTS via mind probe.
  • Saving a marine by shooting a rebel in the dick.
  • The drug-enthused Sarge, hopped on adrenaline leaping through the air with the medic, landing in a Glory Pointed ‘conveniently appearing dropship.’
  • The knife specialist, describing calmly sitting down on the dropship, as three enemies board. They play ‘Bodies’ through their helmet, as each number is called, and a knife hits and knocks a rebel out of the ship.

I Love the Corps: Below (Part 2)

And now for the epic second half (and end) to my first backer game, Below (part 2).


GMING NOTE: (The scene continues from last time, we just had an end game CUT, and a bit of time has passed. Still on Beat 1.)

There are the sounds of a tread-mounted vehicle rumbling away. A tracked, mobile laser drill is seen disappearing down the corridor

`A path between the rubble has been cut open by the laser drill, after a few minutes of work.

“Simply marvellous machine, notice how it uses the spin here to….” Able waffles on. Whilst the tunnels the squad came from were laser-carved into cylindrical shapes, the tunnel beyond is not so. The LT’s theory about natural tunnels is likely correct, at least at first glance. The tunnels they stand in are about 15 foot high, necessary to move vehicles down here easily, including those with large drills and lasers attached. The ceiling beyond is a little higher, and the tunnel is wide enough that around six people could walk abreast where they are, and though the tunnel beyond the breach thins and changes in width, it still looks like three or four people could walk side by side. However, the walls and ceiling constantly dip up and down and warp, with no regularity of sense of design.

“So from the doctor’s tracks, we have two armoured men. On top of which there may be a monster with claws that doesn’t leave tracks, which we know from…. how do we know that again?”

Freiberg looks to Fabron pointedly.

“From the deceased.”

“There are no deceased. Besides a foot”, Best says, hands on hips, looking sceptical at Fabron

“I assure you, they are deceased.”

“Well likely. My point is, there are bodies, to examine, to even remotely support your giant monster-claw…” she scoffs a little “hypothesis.”

“We shall see”

“Yes.” Best tuts. “Yes we shall.” Her now bright red visor turns to the breached tunnel. “Shall we?”

“Given your scepticism, I will let you go first”, says Fabron.

She grabs her pistol from her hip, raising it up. “Being that this is still my op until you decide to say otherwise… I’ll take that offer.” She bites her lip and mutters “thank you.” And heads into the breached tunnel.

Freiberg follows beside and slightly behind the LT. She pulls her EMP rifle from her back and aims it down the tunnel past her superior officer. Her eyepiece retracts, allowing her to keep both eyes on the real world.

Fabron follows, and then Able.

GMING NOTE: (Appropriately at this point, due to a new active ability, we go to beat 2. You can continue to use current totals, and means you have four ability totals left for the scene… what you use them for may dictate what happens next and how the scene resolves, so you choose wisely. I won’t be asking you for ability totals in the narrative scene, so let me know what you want to try and if you want new totals at any point. I can advice you privately as to when it may be sensible, if you wish. Totals will continue to provide you results to relevant tasks. This sometimes means I’ll give you more details, sometimes not until you do something relevant like examine a specific area. So the more you describe, better it will likely go for you, and make fuck-ups and surprises less likely.)

The LT doesn’t move with haste, she moves with practised care, gently nudging aside bits of rubble with the edge of her boots, and occasionally with the tap of her cane. She doesn’t appear to have trouble walking. A cane just gives an air of pretension.

Able covers the rear; he shines his finger-tip scanner back the way we came; his face tells you he has seen those sort of movies.

Fabron follows along with slow careful steps, fully aware of the risk of massive hungry aliens.

Freiberg continues to follow behind and slightly beside her lieutenant, covering the way ahead wit her EMP rifle.

Best clambers over the rocks, and carefully begins walking down the tunnel. “Able, I don’t see the tracks you mentioned on this side. Any luck on your end?”

“I don’t want to alarm you but no I have not been able track the foot prints. This could be due to many factors”

“There being none to track seems the most obvious”, Fabron says.

“That, or they covered them”, Able replies.

Best looks back to give Fabron a pointed look, and then grins at Able; “What I was thinking, doctor. They only had ten seconds to grab the ore, so they clearly had no time to clear the tracks inside. But they likely did once they triggered a small collapse behind them.”

“On the way back we should check the rubble on this side for how they triggered it”

“Well, they have a head start on us. We don’t lose anything if you think, as your professional opinion, it would be wise to investigate now?”

“Might be; in case it is mechanical and so used as the so called booby-trap.”

“Okay, we’ll stop and check then. Freiberg, keep an eye down that tunnel, in case the thieves decided they want to come back for more. Give it to them, if they do.”

“Yes ma’am. Also, I’m thinking if they bothered to cover their tracks there must be a junction up ahead – there’d be no point hiding which way you went in a linear tunnel. If that’s so, then once we pass the junction they may be able to circle round behind us and try to get out the way we came in. Might be worth asking the miners to set a guard there.”

“They had time. They were working to a schedule but couldn’t risk getting too close”, Fabron reveals.

“Fabron- I appreciate your here to help, but we prefer hard evidence to speculation… reasonable though it may be” says Best, as she begins examining the walls.

“Mr Fabron could you share your evidence with me. I think a group analysis of our shared data could yield a better result, Able asks.

“By all means, find the evidence.”

“We will” Best snorts derisively, as she begins checking the wall on her left as she turns, just beyond the remaining rubble, Able checking the other wall

Fabron carefully brushes a few specks of dust off his sleeve and leaves the children to their games

“Curious. I don’t see how they made it collapse…. I worry that this could mean they have a means of collapsing the tunnel in a controlled way that we can detect…..” He stops, as his eyes notice the grooves in the rock. Not in the ceiling, not in the floor, along the wall. Four grooves, each about a foot in width with a foot between them. “Oh… I am currently re-evaluating the claw monster theory.”

“Did I mention ‘ hungry’?” Fabron says.

“The hungry claw monster theory.” He gestures to Best to come see his grooves

Freiberg continues to cover the corridor with increased twitchy determination after the words ‘hungry claw monster.’

“I suggest we change this to a….is the term Bug Hunt? Yes?”

Best rubs her hand against the wall too. “There#re markings in the rock. Unusual yes, but lets not jump to giant monster until we find its giant piles of shit, shall we?”


“The tracks didn’t go up to the body – so I’m wondering if one of the armoured guys has some sort of claw arm or mobile claw crane tool or something. Would explain the body being taken at range, and how they broke the wall, with the grooves”, Freiberg reasons.

“Yes indeed. Let’s go and catch those naughty ore-stealing murderers that definitely did this”, Fabron mocks.

“Would even explain the miner thinking he saw a claw monster.. .however Fabron knows what the miner was thinking”, Freiberg reasons.

Best turns on Fabron. “Okay Fabron… if you’re so certain this is a giant monster, please give me a bloody indication as to how you know that.” Her hands are on her on hips, a little passive aggressively. Able looks over to Fabron, eager for this intel. Freiberg keeps her eyes (and gun) on the tunnel, but is listening.

“That information is classified. But you already know that”, Fabron responses.

Able’s eyebrow raises. Best sighs deeply. “Fine. All right squad… I’ve done my fair amount of time hunting killers. That means I am good at reading people…” she locks eyes with Fabron. “And, well he doesn’t have any reason to lie… concealing information, yes. But… well, we have to trust his judgement. So… I am not willing to say there IS a giant monster but…” She sighs. “Well… just keep your wits about you. Clear?”

“I shall prepare for monster stool samples just in case”, Able says.

The tension breaks, as Best snorts in laughter. She walks over and claps him on the shoulder.

“I like you, Doc.”

“Thank you Lieutenant.” He gives her a large grin

“Fabron, if you could keep an eye on the civvie while you’re at the back… well, that’d be nice.” Best gives Fabron a sarcastic, sweet girl smile. “Freiberg, as you were, with me.”

MUSIC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UlR4Z4AZ1ho

The camera cuts for a little montage as the marines walk their way down the winding tunnel, which mostly keeps level, but does occasionally get a little steeper as they progress. Its just one linear, yet windy tunnel, so far.


Freiberg is quiet, though gradually becoming less jittery.

“Mr Fabron, could you describe the monster to me so I can compare it against known creatures?” Able asks.


“It’s classified”, Bests adds derisively.

“Oh…” Able looks very disappointed

“I have not seen it to describe”, Fabron elaborates.

Best stops as they round a sharp corner, and have a straight line of about 100 foot ahead, where the tunnel finally forks left and right at the end. Best holds up her hand. “Something on the ceiling.” As Best draws attention to it, they see some kind of black cube up on the ceiling, embedded in the rock. It looks like it would fit in a pair of human hands. “Looks like tech. Valkyrie, any ideas?” Best flicks her wrist pad, her helmet visor turns white. “Reading strong EM frequency from it. Definitely active.”

GMIN NOTE: (We thusly and appropriately go to BEAT 3 of the scene. So if anYbody wishes to use any final new or improved ability totals, please let me know)

“I think it’s a jamming device… but I’m not certain. Placement is ideal for a trap, but its not like any trap I’ve seen. I’m going to shoot it with my EMP rifle. Should disable it safely at this distance, whatever it is.” Able stands behind Fabron. Best grips her cane tightly, magging her pistol. She rams the tip of the cane into the soft stone. “

“Okay do it”, Best orders. Freiberg takes aim and fires. The EMP rifle charges up with a WHRRRRRRRRRRR as a blue bar charges along it. And a precise, spheroid of energy flies from the barrel. It’s an amazing shot. It hits the cube precisely, with no splash against the rock. The energy flows across the surface of the device briefly.

Best relaxes. “Good shot. No cave-in. Good sign. All right… lets see if we can get you a close look at this thing.” Able slides back to make look like he never hid behind Fabron.

“Damn I’m good.” Freiberg recharges the EMP rifle and then advances with the others.

“Yes, that you are.” Best paces ahead of the others. Able covers the rear with his scanner. “So which are we following? The thieves or my made up creature that may or may not have eaten two miners?” Fabron asks.

“Didn’t they stay together?” Able asks.

“Apparently not”, says Best, thirty foot from the cube. As the cube begins to vibrate. “Oh hell. Must have been shielded…” And then the tunnel walls start to vibrate with the cube.

“You didn’t check the EM field had stopped?!”

“It had! It just kicked in!”

The tunnel vibrates, but not heavily enough to do more than just drop some sediment… so far at least “What? I don’t… I didn’t….. but it was such a good shot….” Freiberg stare disbelievingly at her rifle (rather than, say, doing anything helpful)

“It’s fine Freiberg… we just need to deactivate it before someone notices we’re coming. Can you hack it?”

Best is under the device, looking at it, gauging it. Best seems pretty collected

“Maybe its the induction coils – but I checked them… I always check them.” She seems to be talking about the emp rifle, not the device. She also seems to be entirely unaware Best said anything….

Best slaps her hands on Freiberg’s shoulders. “Freiberg! Listen! Can it be hacked!?” She leans right in, visor against visor.

Able jolts suddenly, then stops and takes in deep breaths. The vibrations continue at the same rate, they don’t increase, but continue to pulse. SLAM. The rock shakes a little more… some kind of distant impact pounds. SLAM. “Shit… ” Best curses. “Fabron! Since you know so much… I reckon left is death, what about right?” Best is holding onto Freiberg, but looking back at Fabron

Freiberg looks up at the vibrating thing, past Best as if she isn’t even there, and mutters “Shielded, then played dead, then barked…. good dog. Smarter than me. I guess I get eaten now…”

“We go right. Before my imaginary friend arrives”, Fabron says. ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. The roar echoes from afar and then echoes down the tunnel. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM, SLAM, SLAM.

“You heard the CCO! Off to the right!” Best wraps her arms around Freiberg. “FUCKING RUN!”

Freiberg does stumble into a run, probably more motivated by the roaring than her commanding officer. She still keeps looking bad at the vibrating object though, so she’ll be going slower than everyone else. Able will run and try and push ‘Daddy’s Princess’ forward. Best helps able, hooking an arm under Freiberg’s right and tugging her along. Fabron just runs for it. Able has a good pace, and Best has a good grip on Freiberg, almost dragged along by Able’s frantic run. Freiberg falls to her knees, almost pulling Best onto her. Best jams her cane into the stone and holds herself up. However, Freiberg is a gibbering wreck. Best hauls Freiberg to her feet and then hauls her over a shoulder. Able runs alongside Best, though Best is hardly going at speed, not being exactly big and muscular. Freiberg is still holding onto her EMP rifle, with as much determination as if it were her own child (rather than magging it to her armour again, which would be safer and more sensible). Fabron, knowing where he’s going, propels ahead. SLAM, SLAM, SLAM. Fabron propels to the end of the corridor, whilst Best can barely walk with Frieberg’s even petit weight on her shoulders

“Able, I told you to fucking RUN! That’s a god-damned order!”

“Civilian consultant” he helps Best…. to the best he is able (Ben wrote this… I am keeping it in.

“Fuck you and your fucking HEROISM…” SLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMROAAAAAAAAAR. Fabron runs to the end of the tunnel, off to the right. The pounding against the rock getting louder and quicker on his left. “That’s OUR FUCKING JOB!” Best can be heard yelling whilst the camera focusses on Fabron, who turns right… into a dead end. Looks at the wall. Inside the helmet there is a moment of confusion and a hint of fear in his usually dead eyes. He turns drawing his weapon, his eyes returning to their usually steely stare…

Fabron notices that the wall ahead slopes. Up towards a hole… just begin enough to crawl through…

SLAMSLAMSLAMSLAM. The camera cuts between Fabron and the others, Best, barely able to walk, staggering forward. Raises the gun, hesitates, looks at the hole. The camera flicks between the tiny escape hole and the cavern with its echoing slamming. Fabron’s eyes shift barely perceptibly to his team mates…. who are still about 40ft from Fabron

“Why is no-one fucking RUNNNING!?” Best screams… in a very angry manner. Slung over Best’s shoulder, Freiberg has her head facing back behind the others. One hand still clutches the EMP rifle as she gazes into the tunnel behind you, shuddering.

“Oh dear….this is a conundrum”, Able says. And with that, Fabron turns back again. As a gigantic claw comes round the corner, digging into the wall, about 20ft down from Fabron. A clawed hand as big as the front of a semi truck. With a seemingly never-ending arm behind it, with four claws.

MUSIC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXPCDiE7Mrs

Freiberg gives a scream of terror, but possible also mixed with defiance. With her free right hand, she grabs the flare pistol from her hip, and fires at the creature wildly… and surprisingly accurately. The Doctor quickly draws and throws test tubes from his belt and drops a few things inside from his little finger tip hole. They start fizzing as he throws all three as he yells “Apologies!” And then the camera goes into slow motion. As the flare flies through the air, bright blue, flying right at the audience.

The three bottles of fizzing, sparking, chemical follow behind, blobs of liquid slowly flying into the camera lens from all directions.

“Fuccccccccccckinggggggggggg hellllll!”Best yells, as she fires her his pistol.

Fabron raises his gun, his expression emotionless as always. He waits until he sights the beast. His eyes flick to his escape route again as his inner conflict shifts again. He lines up a shot on the beast….

And then raises the weapon firing

As the slow motion slug flies through the air, the Monster’s head comes round the corner. Almost entirely filling the tunnel. Fabron sees it from the front, the others see the head from the side.As one claw holds it in the wall, and the other claw lunges for Fabron. Its scales are red, its head is a massive circle of yellow, blinking, reptilian eyes and within the circle of eyes is a circular maw, each fang twice as tall as Fabron, its claws, about twice his length. Repeated bullets hit the ceiling above the head. The flare goes towards an eye, but as the head moves towards, it sticks in the scales at the side of the head instead. Whilst the chemicals arc off to the right. As the rubble starts to fall, the bottles are smashed apart, releasing corrosive and explosive chemicals onto the beast’s face. It roars out as a claw sparks against Fabron’s armour. The eyelids instinctively close off as the chemicals splash. Fabron doesn’t do as much as flinch back. And the rubble collapses The tunnel fills with dust

GMING NOTES: new narrative scene! This’ll likely be a hasty one…)

Best lies on the floor, Freiberg splayed next to her, flare gun lying on the ground. Able, however, is on his feet as the dust clears and he can see a massive pile of rock ahead of them. And no sign of Fabron

“S-so everyone else saw the giant monster, right?” Freiberg says, seemingly back to sanity

“Yes. Yes we did”, Best replies.

“…..next time I should really add 1.75% more zinc”, Able muses the turns to the others. “I do hope enough survived for an autopsy.”

The intersection is gone, just covered by rubble. Rubble that is shaking

The film then cuts to the surface of Mars. There is a three foot diameter hole in the ground; There is a SLAM SLAM SLAM sound from below. A hand grabs the edge of the hole and Fabron pulls himself out. He stands and catches his breath. He looks down critically and dusts himself off before going in search of the others, unsure if they got out, and not much caring at this point. We then cut down into the tunnel, as the rock shakes. SLAM, SLAM, SLAM.

“Its still alive. We need to retreat. Now” says Best. “If it lives in these tunnels, I doubt rock will hold it for long.”

“I have an idea….” Freiberg says.

“Blow the roof?”

Freiberg’s eyepiece is down again – must have happened sometime in her crazy-carried-time. “Something like that.”

The hole has no Fabron by it any more. The camera zooms out. There is nothing but barren red rock. And a figure in Corps armour, running. And then a massive shadow passes over, a boxy shape with two wings, each with flickering to the edge of their shadow. The shadows hovers in place. SMASH, SMASH, SMASH.

MUSIC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7oMBq1vkCM

Fabron, is fortunately running like Usain Bolt.

Back underground, Freiberg has her wrist-pad open. Best is backing off a little, cane in one hand, pistol in the other “Convenient surface hole – ooh, and is that Fabron on the surface? Hold onto your butts….” Freiberg warns. In her eyepiece you can see her purple cheek illuminated by the glow of red lettering. ‘TARGET’, then ‘FIRE’, as she presses a wrist-pad button. As we cut to the dropship cam, as the hole cracks and a massive red-brown lizard claw bursts out of the ground, followed by the whole forearm, the height of a semi-detached house

As a rocket fires from the dropship. The claw slams into the ground and pulls its upper body out of the ground. Fabron, running, can’t help but look back. The massive form screeches as all of its twenty eyes lock on the rocket, which blasts it in the face. Four of its eyes are horribly burned as it screeches, scoops up a rock and throws it as the dropship

The dropships dodges… barely…

GMING NOTES: (ACTION SCENE! The action scene begins with the most appropriate character… no time wasted rolling on it… we shall therefore go with Freiberg, what with attacking, then Fabron, Able, Best, The Monster of Mars. You take both your abilities in turn, taking a whole beat at a time. You use the action scene passive total for passives… which is lower…)

Freiberg’s voice is heard, but the camera remains focussed on the surface and the dropship cam view. “Well it’s wounded… and on the surface….. and angry.” Brinhilda’s engines rotate so she half hovers, half dances in the air, opening fire with her mounted assault rifle in bursts. As the assault rifle rattles away, the creature blinks all its eyes and heads back down the tunnel as the tracer fire rattles away. The bullets tears through two more eyes before it heads underground. “Okay, NOW we run!” says Best. Freiberg is already slinking off down the tunnel, but not exactly running. As instructed, Able runs this time, at a fare pelt. Best runs with Able, cane in one hand, pistol in the other, as usual. Freiberg, slower, partially controlling the ship, is behind them as the Monster of Mars bursts through the rubble. Looking for safety… looking for the marines.. it hardly matters…

It shoots down the tunnel at the marines, it’s sinious, serpentine body, shimmering down the tunnel, anchoring and dragging its bulk with its two forelimbs, mouth wide open, as it comes right at the camera. And at Freiberg. She screams like a girl (because she is one). A claw slams into the wall around Freiberg and closes around her. The closed fist, oddly almost humanoid looking, rears back to the mouth and opens as Freiberg is tossed towards the mouth. The camera slows as Freiberg is tossed through the air, about 15ft from the mouth.

The second claw lashes out. It slams into Best as three of the four claws on the hand go straight through Best’s body. Best explodes into pieces, blood spraying over Able. Able continues to power on even faster

Flying towards the mouth in midair, Freiberg has nothing to grab onto or push off, and no way to avert her fate. but she does still have the eyepiece and the wristcomm.

“Tell Daddy I went out like a Viking!” she screams. Brunhilda swoops down the enormous tunnel left by the thing where it fled. Its bulk blocks any chance of the dropship getting to Freiberg, even if she had time to. We cut inside the cockpit, the bulk of the Monster of Mars filling the glass. On the control screen, the words ‘remote running’ are illuminated, and below them, ‘combat speed’ suddenly changing to ‘escape velocity’ as the engines roar. At the rear of the creature is a long whipping serpentine tail. There are no forelegs. The ship zeros in and flies down the tail all the way up the back, as Freiberg falls into the mouth, just as the dropship smashes it in the back of the head.

Able looks back as a dropship smashes out through the ruin of the Monster’s head, caked in bright yellow blood, as the dropship wings strike the walls

Able glimpses Freiberg on the front of the dropship, clinging onto it, as the windscreen cracks. her blood streaked across it. Her body already broken by the impact, Freiburg simply murmurs “like a valkyrie”, almost like a child lost in the joy of flying.

“Spectacular……..” Able struggles to say anything else. The right plasma engine smashes into the tunnel wall and explodes, engulfing the dropship in blue plasma fire. The ship spins towards Able. The remaining engine strikes the floor and blasts a plasma wave towards Able. He looks to the wave and throws his body with all he has screaming to the heavens ” ooooooohhhhh sssssshhhhiiii…” he flies forward and the world slows down to a snails crawl, as the scene cuts to black.

We cut to a steel walled office. A black gloved hand, in a very old school fashion, writes with a fountain pen. “It is hard to ascertain if the descent of the drop ship was deliberate or a malfunction.” The scene cuts to show the ruins of the dropship, scattered across the tunnel, as miners in orange suits search through the wreckage.

Fabron replaces the lid on the pen and places it carefully on the desk. He gets up. Checks his mirror. Neatens his hair. Reties his shoes. And then he heads to his next briefing as if nothing happened

Then we cut to Miss Chi, looking over a com-pad.

Miss Chi reads from the com-pad. “… after the unfortunate demise of the military police investigators, I returned with my report to the Corps. They were able to trace the two thieves back to a thought abandoned complex… I believe you are familiar. A part of the old corporation that ran the government. RedPLanet. Of course, the Corps cannot intervene in local disputes on an independent planet. And the evidence we have of the theft is circumstantial at best. However, the mining machine RedPlanet were using… not intended to kill your miners, an unintended side-effect… has been destroyed. You understand such technology had to be destroyed. We suggest, now you know Redplanet still exists, and are stealing ore to make weapons, that perhaps you give your government these grid coordinates. Mars are important trade partners. Should Mars be embroiled in civil war… we will of course be able to help.

“Corps Command Operative 5409.”

The camera cuts back down to the tunnel where workers search through the wreck. with no sign of the Monster’s body except for a tiny, gobbet of sizzling melting red flesh… which dissolves away

“Hey, we found a survivor!”The camera cuts. As several men lift up a broken wing.


“Did any of you manage to secure a sample?” The camera cuts to Able; half of his face is missing, one arm is gone and both of his legs are stumps. Where half of his face is missing, is part of a metal skull. The eyes, bright blue. And where the stumps of the limbs are, pieces of metal protrude and spark. His chest armour has been opened, and some of the synthetic flesh as well. “Sample of what?”

ROLL END CREDITS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v–IqqusnNQ)

I Love the Corps: Below (Part 1)


So, below is a transcript of the first part of one of the backer-owed games from the £80 Kickstarter pledge. Now, these are meant to be exclusive games, designed for that backer and only played for the specific one-shot. However, in this case, the backer (Alan) had asked for a game with very short notice (due to being unable to run his own online game, due to not having all his usual players, I believe), and had kindly said that he’d play one of my tried and tested scenarios. In this case, I chose a game I tested about three times before running at ConPulsion earlier in the year. I know that Alan loves his cerebral games and mysteries, so I chose to run Below, as its something of a murder mystery in space.

Now, my original Kickstarter offer was for a one-shot game run online. I ended up running two games, due to time constraints and the limitations of the game format. We did it text-based on Skype. I used to run entire campaigns in this format, but had forgotten how slow it could be compared to being able to describe and react to things in person, so it became necessary to split the game into two. Suffice to say, Alan, and the other two players, seemed to be highly satisfied with the results.

I have tried to stick to the original Skype transcript as much as possible, leaving descriptions and actions of players in tact, and just occasionally moved around the order of details where necessary to assure that it reads as logically as possibly in this format. I’ve taken out all usernames etc too, so it reads like a story. When running in this manner, I ask that players write their actions same as a novel, rather than usual online play style, so actions are just written normally (not with asterisks) and dialogue is quotation marks. A majority of all the rules were kept to private channels for full immersion and to not clutter the game window and obscure descriptions and role play, so rules are largely not included here. I have, however, included general rules related info relevant to all players that I gave as GMING NOTES, just to give you an idea of how the Scene and Beat system directs the role play. (Only one note in PART 1, more in PART 2.)

Here is part 1/game 1 for your viewing pleasure. Alan played Freiberg, whilst the other two players took on the roles of Able and Fabron. I controlled Best as a Friendly (so no dice rolls for her). As with all my pregens, they were not designed with specified gender. In the end, we had a guy playing a girl and a girl playing a guy.

Now, enjoy!


The film opens with a grey, dank room. The floor is metal is gridded, the ceiling is decaying plaster

A blue strip light sits upon the ceiling. The room has a silver metallic table in the centre of it,

On one side of the table sits a woman in her mid 50’s, hair dyed white-blonde. She is attractive for her age, but austere and without a smile. Her black gloved fingers tap on the table.


She is wearing an officer’s uniform


Her rank is indicated as General. There is a loud knocking.


The door swings open. The camera zooms in on a fine, long, black leather boot.

“Ah, Lieutenant Best. Corporal Freiberg. Please, sit.”

The camera rotates. First in through the door into the room is a a woman of average height, red hair, tied up into a bun. The LT is in her own officer’s uniform.

She looks like she attends the gym occasionally, if not regularly. She holds herself with confidence, though there is something of a weariness to her eyes. She stops, salutes, and sits.

A short, thin woman, Freiburg looks like she’d blow away in a strong wind. Her most striking feature is her skin, which is pale purple. Her thin face has dark expressive eyes, and while her dark hair has a regulation buzz-cut, she makes occasional hand and head movements as if she is used to having long hair to play around with.

“Welcome, marines. Please be seated.”

As a mere corporal, Freiberg is wearing a standard marine uniform, just with the corporal badge of rank on one shoulder, and the Teutonia colony badge on the other. She salutes and then sits down. Her manner seems curious, but reserved

“Thank you for joining me. I have an unusual mission for you today, marines, so I before I begin, I have drafted in some additional support to aid you. One Doctor Able, and Corps Command Operative Fabron. Enter!”

Another door opens. In walks a man in his 50’s, his well trimmed beard is almost entirely grey leaving a few patches of brown here and there. He has a warm smile hidden beneath the beard, on top his hair is equally as short and maintained. He seems dressed in what can only be called casual scholar, his jacket even has leather patches on the elbows. He gives them all a small nod of respect, “Dr Able at your service,”

“Welcome doctor. Please take a seat.”

He does so

A tall slender man follows quietly. Everything about him is neat. The perfectly combed hair, the lint free jacket, the impossibly clean shaven face, right now to the mirror shine on his shoes. His skin is deathly pale and his piercing ice blue eyes seem to hold no human emotion.

There is the slightest hint of movement at the corner of his lips, probably all the smile he is capable of

“Fabron.” He speaks the single word with a heavy French accent. “Welcome, CCO. Please join us.”

Fabron pulls out a chair seeming to mentally calculate its perfect alignment to the room before sitting. As the chair is drawn back the camera draws focus to his hands. The black leather gloves clearly tailored as the viewer counts not five but six digits on each.

Lieutenant Best, silent up until this point, is sat upright, but and looks a little ill at ease as her eyes dart to the newcomers.

“So, the Lieutenant and Corporal usually operate, as military police, within the confines of legal situations and possible crime within Corps ranks”, the commander explains.”However, this mission will be different. We have a tricky political situation that cannot be dealt with by local colonial police. That’s because the particular colony in this case is not Dominion territory. You will be sent to Independant territory, where the Dominion part owns mining rights, for trade purposes. We’ll be sending you to Mars.”

Freiberg’s eyes widen, a her expression a mixture of surprised and intrigued. However she remains silent.

The camera zooms in on Able’s face. A small hidden smile grows breaking the beard apart. “As you know, the Martians give us valuable trade in both ore and occasional Warrior tributes for Corps services. We have part ownership in some of the mining operations, for ore used in weapons and gears. One of these companies is known as the Chi-Un Mining Corporation, where there have been two recent murders. Normally this would be dealt by local police… but, as you may understand, we don’t have control of the local police… so we are sending you in. As for details of the double murder, you will have to find out the specifics from the mine administrator, Miss Chi, when you arrive on Mars. A cruiser is being prepared for you as we speak. I must remind you that you are representatives of the Corps… which is why CCO Fabron has been attached to you for this operation. We must ensure there are no…” she pauses for a moment, clasping her hands in front of her. “… diplomatic incidents.”

“Whilst Lieutenant Best is a skilled crime investigator, since there will be no local police on hand, we are lending you the skills of talented forensic specialist, Dr Able.” She gestures at the Doc.

“So he can provide whatever expertise you would normally be lent, Lieutenant.”

The LT smiles an almost business-like smile. She looks to the Doc, inclines her head and says “Charmed.”

“As am I,” nods his head to the lady

The LT then looks over at the CCO. “And charmed to have you along… shall I refer to you as sir, CCO or Fabron?”

Blinks slowly. “Fabron will be sufficient”

“General Ma’am, may I ask a question?”

“Of course, Freiberg. Proceed.”

“What is the legal situation? Do we have jurisdiction, or are we sharing jurisdiction with the Mars authorities? Also if the perpetrator is outside the company, do we have arrest authorisation?”

“Sound questions.” She nods. “The site of the mine is on Martian soil, but technically classed as Dominion soil, due to agreed-upon ownership rights. So, within the mine itself, you have authority. Outside of it… well the mine is many miles from any Martian settlements. So if you act with discretion, you should be able to act as authorised. Should you overstep your bounds…” she gestures to Fabron. “Fabron is responsible for informing you.”

“Understood, Ma’am.”

“Excuse me General, am I understand that there won’t be any labs for analysis of chemical compounds, to whit I should endeavour to secure as much mobile equipment as is allowed to ensure our success yes?” Able asks.

“Indeed. Make sure you have the correct installed equipment from the armoury. I have informed them you’ll be coming.”

“Thank you.”

“Any other questions, marines?”

“No Ma’am”, Freiberg responds.

“No Sir “, Fabron responds. The General doesn’t seem to react differently to being referred to a sir or ma’am… she seems almost robotic in her nature.

“Then please head to the armoury to suit up. Freiberg, I have ensured Brunhilde is fuelled and ready to fly. The comm coordinates for your cruiser for transport to Mars have been loaded in by our techs already.” Freiberg acknowledges witha smile, as well as a salute

Fabron stands and returns the chair very neatly

Best stands, prim and proper, stomps a boot and salutes. “Commander.”

“Lieutenant. Dismissed.”

Best nods and lowers the arm. “All right…” the camera cuts to each character one by one.

Best pauses. “… squad. Let’s go solve a mystery, and hunt some bad guys, shall we?”

“Mysteries are always so much fun, I can’t think or something I would rather do Lieutenant.” Able stands up in a dramatic fashion as the camera follows him up.

“Doc, I think we’re going to get on well”, Best says, clapping the doc on the shoulder.

A cold stare and a slight nod entirely devoid of enthusiasm is the limit of Fabron’s response

Best blanches a little at Fabron, and heads for the door. She opens it, smiles and gestures for the team to exit.

The marines exit. The camera zooms in on the other side of the door. There is a cane with battered, steel sphere at the top. A hand scoops it up. The camera then zooms in on Best.

“Here we go…”

The camera cuts to the darkness of space, as the music kicks in.


A slow, spinning cylinder slides into view. It is several miles along, with three cylinders rotating around its mid-section. Along the side are big white letters:





The camera zooms out, showing the name, UCMC Possibilities. The camera follows the interstellar cruiser, as it approaches the planet Mars. The bottom of the cruiser slowly opens. Out of it, a tiny speck exits, alone. Lit by two bright blue lights. As the lights fly towards Mars, ahead of the cruiser, which slows. Mars swings into full view as the camera zooms in. The dropship flies into frame from the foreground. A boxy shape, with two wings flanking on either side, each wing bearing a rotating plasma engine at the centre of it, currently pointed to the rear.

As Iron Maiden fades out and Wagner fades in… (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRU1AJsXN1g)

On the front of the dropship is painted the name Brunhilda, while on either side are painted Valkyries, classical, not sexualised images.

The dropship dives down through the clouds. Gunshots sounds fire, as the I LOVE THE CORPS logo is shot in bullet holes

As the dropship heads down, and you can see the Martian landscape as the word BELOW appears.

Written and Directed by Christopher Dean

Six fingers tighten slightly on arm rests, as we cut inside the dropship.

Freiberg is now wearing contact armour, which bulks her out a little so she looks less fragile, or at least less likely to blow away in a stiff breeze. The armour is light and thin but covers every inch of her body, the joints airtight. The helmet has a couple of extra aerials on top beyond the standard comms and uplink, and this combined with the all-encompassing armour gives an almost insectoid look. Her face is visible through the transparent faceplate. If you hadn’t seen her out of her armour earlier, you might assume the faceplate was tinted purple, rather than her skin colour being so unusual. She is lightly armed, carrying only an emp rifle (which is normally on her back on her back but currently stored in the gun rack beside her, since her back is resting on the pilot chair) and a flaregun at her hip. She has a couple of small cases magnetised to her other hip and her stomach, their inventory stamps suggesting they are tools rather than weapons.

A couple of cheap civilian laptop devices have been attached to the cockpit walls beside the actual flight computers. One of these is running a program giving the direction and distance to Jupiter and the orbiting Teutonia colony in real time, the other seems to be displaying a newsfeed of the Teutonia stock market, streamed over the PlaNET network.

Fabron looks exactly as he did when he first entered the room for their briefing. Even sitting seems to barely crumple the neatness. Fabron’s equipment, contact armour, some mag-cuffs, a machine pistol and a stun baton, are magged to the wall behind him.

“… and so you see Lieutenant the enzyme he used to dissolve the tissue sample in fact implicated him, since I was able to isolate the possible locations and more importantly who could acquire it, I find it most hilarious, for you see he..” Able drones on and on at Best, his love of his work pouring into ever word. Sitting in his battle armour, standard issue; as a consultant, he has had no time to customise it. He carries no weapons.

Best, like Freiberg, is dressed in bulky but lightweight contact armour, usually recommended for lack of atmosphere. However, Able’s armour will lend the civilian more protection in a combat situation. Best is sat in the co-pilot seat, but span round, listening to Able, who sits in the carrier section with Fabron.

Best has mag-cuffs magged to her waist, a heavy-duty looking, futuristic pistol magged to a hip, and has a gauntlet around her cane. She looks enamoured with the doctor.

Freiberg peers up through the cockpit glass for a moment at the cruiser, now just a twinkling speck. “Wow, a whole cruiser waiting just for us. If we solve this case quick enough, maybe I’ll have time to make a call to daddy on Teutonia before we leave.” Her statement seems directed to Best as a question, yet its vague enough she could deny it was more than an idle thought if it was objected to.

For Fabron, there is a tiny flicker of a sideways glance at the “daddy” comment.

Best spins the chair, looks to Freiberg, rolls her eyes and snorts in amusement. “You and your daddy.” Best’s accent is very Queen’s English. “However DO you cope being in other systems, Freiberg?”

Able also turns to look at Freiberg.

Freiberg’s accent has a hint, but only a hint, of German. Like a third generation immigrant who not only learned English, but took elocution classes afterwards. “I console myself with the letters and occasional presents he sends. But now we’re in the same system we can do face-time, lag is only a couple of light-minutes. I’m sure if we did he’d send my whole squad a keg of something. Stock in his biggest companies are up three points, so he’ll be in a good mood.” She gestures to the stock market feed.

Able looks to the stock market feed. “Which one is Daddy, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well Sleipnir Zero-G Construction is his most valuable holding, even though he’s only got 12%, its just so huge. The companies he actually owns are minnows really, but profitable minnows…. mostly”

“Speaking of minnows, let’s see what we can catch today… approaching landing coordinates now, oh mighty Valykrie”, Best declares.

“I know… Ma’am.” Freiberg turns back to the controls, muttering. “I can fly her through the helmet cam you know, I don’t have to be looking out the window…”

Best just smirks, as she spins back to the carrier section. “Hey, Fabron. You best put some armour on.. unless you breathe Martian atmosphere, of course.”

Fabron gets up and methodically puts his armour on. In the exact order they were instructed to in training

Best spins back round and whispers to Freiberg “Not sure he breathes at all…”

Freiberg stifles a giggle. Fabron doesn’t react. Maybe he didn’t hear.

The camera cuts to outside the dropship, as it approaches a landing pad. Near the landing pad, is a long, oblong, concrete building, relatively nondescript, except for CHI-UN MINING in white letters below the roof. It has massive, heavy duty airlock doors. Stood on the landing pad, are several people in civilian issue contact suits, bright orange, clearly used for mining and necessary surface visits. Five figures are on the landing pad. The figure stood at the front is diminutive and unarmed. The four behind the first are of various builds, all taller than the first, but still quite short in stature, and they’re armed, but weapons are magged to their backs.

“Here’s the welcome wagon.” Best says.The camera cuts back in the ship. “All right squad, lets get ready to meet the locals.” The camera cuts as the dropship side-ramp lowers

Cane pounding on the Martian rock, Best if first out of the ship, closely followed by Able.

Freiberg stays at the back, which due to her small stature makes her nearly invisible (though also unable to see) behind the others. She’s retrieved her emp rifle but keeps it magged to her back rather than in her hands

Fabron goes second. He’s pretty important and knows it

The small individual, who is a female with chinese features dimly noticeable beneath her orange visor, bows

Best and Able return the bow.

“Greetings. I am Miss Chi. Welcome to the Chi-Un Mining facility. I am the administrator of this facility.”

“Charmed. I’m Lieutenant Best, UCMC Military Police. This is Doctor Able, civilian forensics. In the absence of local forensic help, he’ll be filling in that duty.” She then gestures to Fabron “This is Corps Command Operative Fabron. He’ll be ensuring that my associates and I are acting in accordance with local and Dominion jurisdiction in this operation. And behind us is the lovely Valkyrie, aka Corporal Freiberg, my pilot and technical specialist. If there is any electronic footage to be looked over, she’ll be the one looking it over.” Miss Chi nods and Best continues.

“Now, I’m told there’s been not one, but two murders?”

It’s at this point that the camera cuts, as Miss Chi narrates over the footage shown. “Yes, it was just yesterday.” Darkness. “An ordinary day. Two of our miners…” the camera cuts to show a rather tall man, by Japanese standards, putting on the helm of his mining suit “Mumasa” and then the camera cuts to a sneering, bald little man doing the same “And Cho.They were in a relatively new section of the mine, recently dug, mining for metal ore…” The two miners are seen on camera, applying laser cutters to an area of rock in a duck out corridor, mining at a bend in the tunnel, one at the left of the bend, the other a few feet on the right. The corridor winds round like a snake towards them and then back on itself in the other direction. “At 2.04pm, Dominion Standard Time, the section of wall in between the two miners…. well…” The camera shows the two from the security cam feed from above, slightly grainy. “It exploded..” The wall explodes, not a fiery explosion, but rock flies outward from the wall. Mumasa is immediately consumed by dust. Cho runs. The dust cloud consumes him. The timer on the camera continues, as the dust cloud billows out, and then starts to settle. “The blast must have come from the other side of the wall. The dust cloud covered sight of what happened but…. there was nothing left of Mumasa.” In real time, the dust cloud settles. After ten seconds, it is gone. There is a bloodied streak where Mumasa was, in front of what was a section of curving wall, now a pile of rubble. “And of Cho… just his foot. But most curious of all… the ore they were mining was gone.”

“So, not just a murder, but a theft?” says Best’s voice. The camera footage continues as armoured guards run in and start shouting.

“Yes, lieutenant.”

“Forgive my complete ignorance of mining, but just to be clear -I assume the ore isn’t itself explosive under any circumstances? Nor likely to burn or vaporise in an explosion?” Freiberg adds.

“Its possible. But the entire cart was gone. No trace of it, even fragments.”

“Did they disturb the crime scene in their discovery of said theft and murder?”Able asks.

“We have left the… crime scene, in tact.”

“Then let’s not waste any time. Send the footage to Freiberg here, and take us to where we need to go.” She looks at Doctor Able and smiles. “Looks like the game is afoot.”

Able smiles back. “That’s a Watson/Holmes reference, isn’t it?”

Best slaps him on the shoulder. “Classic British history, my friend.”

The camera cuts to the actual murder scene as it flanks behind the four marines in a line, as the emergency bulkhead shuts behind them/ And they walk down the curving corridor, until they reach the pile of rubble/ The blood splatter of Mumasa is clear on the left side of the rubble and in front of it. The rubble reaches to the ceiling, but little gaps can be seen. Cho’s foot lies about ten foot from the pile of rubble. There is a camera, still functional, opposite the pile of rubble, dangling from the ceiling before the opposite wall

GMING NOTE: This is what is immediately obvious. Further details will be given where people Look. I’ll tell you what is easy to see, and otherwise, Sentry Duty can give you further details.

Freiberg approaches the camera. She detaches the case magged to her stomach armour and opens it, revealing it to be a toolkit, and she starts work on the camera, first with ranged scanning instruments before looking at direct linkage.

He moves to the foot, and bends down holds a hand over the foot. His index, middle and ring finger tips on his armour slide apart and small tools come out, one is clearly a needle, the other looks like a small, teeny, tiny vacuum cleaner nozzle and lastly a small red pointer light that seems to shift the red light around the foot. As the needle stabs into the foot he starts muttering to himself

“…Blunt trauma?…laceration?….” He turns to the rubble, then looks back. “Interesting….”

Fabron watches the doctor a while before looking at each of his new colleagues in turn. His gaze returns to the doctor.

“The footage we saw seems genuine, nothing extra of use from the camera. Only interesting thing is Cho looked back at the exploded wall before he ran. Could be just slow reactions and fleeing a rockslide, but could be the wall exploding was someone or something coming out. The dust cloud would hide it, and that might explain how the ore vanished”, Freiberg explains. At Freiberg’s words, Best is musing, hand on chin, inspecting the rubble, as Freiberg continues. “Breaching charge, murder a guy, drag the ore back into the secret tunnel and block off before the dust clears. Worth a look, anyway.”

“Sensible theory.” Best picks up a chunk of rock in the palm of one hand. “However, this rock isn’t scorched at all.”

“Dunno then. Can’t think a guy would be strong enough to bring down a wall by force, even a burly miner type with a big hammer, Power-tools would make noise you’d expect the victims to have reacted to on the cam, so those are out.”

“Hmmmmm true… even then, if that was the case, the rocks would be scattered around. Even more so with an explosion… seems rather… neat, wouldn’t you say?” Best begins pacing.

“This foot was removed with a lot of force, but if they took the rest of the body… why was the foot left behind?” Able asks.

“Well it was out of the dust, but if they intended it to look like an accident they made too many other mistakes for such a detail, as not disturbing the camera footage”, Best adds.

“Better to just leave the whole body and the ore if you wanted it to look like a mining accident”, Freiberg concludes

“Definitely not a bite. Saliva of the beast is not found and yet the wound is jagged. Could the cloud of hidden a creature that just bit straight thought his leg? But then what kind of creature would take the ore?” Able is muttering to himself

“They don’t have mining robots here do they? something with big metal claws for cutting rocks?” Freiber hypothesizes.

“A robot harming a human?….perhaps we should look at the programming and physical structure of the machines to be safe/”

“We’ve only seen men working on the footage, so there probably aren’t robots. But would be worth asking., I just wondered, with you talking about jagged wounds and with ore and people both gone.”

“A labour suit mech could possibly wreak this kind of damage, with the right gauntlet upgrades”, Best adds. “I’ll get on the comms to Chi”, Best walks off into the background.

“You might want to ask for some mining gear too. All our current theories involve something going back into the collapsed wall, so digging seems sensible”, Freiberg calls over, and the LT gives the Corporal a grin and mock salute

The camera focuses on Able’s fingertips closing, “this is a most curious mystery indeed.”

Best walks back into shot. “No mining drones, no mechs. Apparently its all vehicle-based. Mobile drills and mining lasers, hence the tunnel size. I suppose a drill from the other side could have caused such a need collapse, but it doesn’t explain the other discrepancies.”

Able cracks his knuckles, then opens his ring finger tip again to reveal the light point and begins scanning the floor as he walks slowly and carefully towards the rubble

“Lieutenant, did your helmet X-ray mode give you anything on the wall?” Freiberg asks.

“Hmm. Good question.” She taps her wrist-pad on her armour. Her visor glows a soft green.

“There’s a tunnel on the other side. Rough hewn. Doesn’t look precisely mined… if mined at all. Could be natural. Or hastily dug.”

“Well that explains how it got in and out undetected… whatever it is”

“A drill is being sent on its way to us now. Dropped in a nice request and a flattering smile.” Best cracks her knuckles. “Whatever they’re using, they’re not getting away that easily.”

Able says as he scans the floor “please use it after I’ve finished…”

“You’ve got time, Doc. What’d you up to?”

Fabron stands very still in the hallway and closes his eyes taking slow and measured breaths akin to someone meditating.

“Ads the chemical analysis of the victims remains yield no results, I have moved on to trying to assemble data on positioning, and also analysis on the footprints of the victims and attacker. Given time I should be able to tell the attack pattern……” Able stops talking and looks back to the floor then back up.

Fabron furrows his brow with concentration

“Curious. Armoured footprints leave the tunnel, and several individuals pushed the cart away but they didn’t reach Cho…and it seems like he was dragged…but they never reached him… I estimate two attackers…or at least two were here for the ore.”

“There was a claw. He was dragged by it” Fabron says.


“Like a robot claw for the armoured men at range? Or like a….. scary monster claw?” Valkyrie looks nervously round the tunnels, though camera footage still plays on her helmet eyepiece.

Fabron opens his eyes and straightens his armour. “Big scary monster….at least to a terrified miner fleeing for his life that only saw a glimpse of his doom.” Is that the hint of a smile on Fabrons lips?

“Serial killers… I do serial killers… not monsters… oh fucking great” says Best.


I Love the Corps at Asgard Games

So last week I ran another I Love the Corps one-shot, using the Missions campaign characters. I ran the game at a gaming shop in Walsall, Asgard Games. My housemates are well acquainted with Asgard, having lived at this end of Birmingham much longer than I have, and have already gabbled on about the game to Vince (the awesome and incredibly friendly shop owner), so it was great to finally get to run a game at the shop, and meet Vince.

I had turned up the previous week to see if the usual campaign group were interested (the answer was ‘very excitedly so’) and I played a one-off character in their usual Savage Worlds campaign, as Vince suggested I joined in a game before running one, which seemed fair enough to me. I certainly had fun playing with the group, but they were mostly incredibly loud (which coming from me, is saying something) and had a lot of chatter going on and weren’t paying much attention to the game, so it was clear to me that running a game for them could be a challenge. But, they were enthusiastic, and I don’t back down from the opportunity to show people how I like to do RPGs, so CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

So, six of the seven I had played with the previous week had turned up to play, and also had another player. Good thing I had prepared two additional characters just in case! Now, when I usually run these shorter games, people are usually quite content to spend about 20 minutes familiarising themselves with the basics of the game and their characters. However, it took about an hour… mainly cos they all seemed pretty interested and wanted to know all the ins and outs of everything. A good sign, in a way, but I didn’t get started with the game till 8, and had till around 10.30 to get it done. Certainly doable, but with 7 players, many of which who seem to be very loud and easily distracted, I was a little worried about getting a decent game done in time…

I feel one of the initial things I found gratifying about this game was that even though it was seven men, one of them asked if he could play a female character, which the sheets are very much built for (since I only use initialled first names and try to avoid specifying a gender in the background). After that, the final player to describe his character then decided to be transgender, which is not only fine, but actually fit that particular background pretty well. We ended up with the ‘usual’ lot of the one-shots of Judge (the Sarge, as transgender), Helgreth/Bailiff (as a lady), Inquisitor, Verdict and Defendant, with the inclusion of grumpy battlefield surgeon, Jury and Warden, the unusual combo of heavy/sniper (uses a railgun with a lock-on feature and helmet modded to see in different visual spectra). Arbiter was the Friendly.

I started the game in the usual style for Missions, in documentary style… the players loved it, and it seemed to instantly really suck them into the game. Rather than me giving them interview asides, most of the time they were just asking for them at appropriate times.

They were sent on a mission to investigate a drifting spaceship of alien origin, see if they could recover any aliens (alive or dead) and/or any technology, and then blow up the ship behind them. As they approached the ship, they got a taste of a narrative scene, as their Friendly pilots navigated the field of debris, and the players either tried to discern more information about the ship they were approaching, come up with plans of approach or simply prepare to kick-ass. Not many dice were rolled; like most players in this situation, they were largely quite happy to go with their passive totals. The three marines using Sentry Duty eventually ended up rolling with active abilities to get more info once they realised what little information they were getting, and they could only use three Sentry Duty totals in the scene at most. Eventually, through coordinating their findings, they managed to work out that the ship (made from metal so dark that it was practically invisible, seen only from lights within a hull breach) realised that the lights they could see from within indicated that the hull had been tore open, was hollow on the inside and likely had emergency protocols, lights and likely defences activated. With this information, the Sarge ordered a landing on top of the vessel, near the main hull breach. I was quite pleased with this, since even though they were very noisy and excitable, they were quite happy to engage with the set-up and create their own story approach, and there was lots of communication between them at this point. And then, as things often go, things spun into disorganised madness… but in a thoroughly in character sense.

The Sarge and Inquisitor decided to make their own way into the ship, rather than make their way in through the whole and alert possible attention from internal security systems. Meanwhile, Bailiff, who was also worried about the internal security systems, thought making a new entrance was even more likely to cause unwanted attention. So, when Inquisitor’s (AI Guided) plasma launcher went to fire, Bailiff tries to knock the weapon so the shot misses… unfortunately, running into a mech in zero-g, proved to be a bad idea for Bailiff. I got to give the players their first taste of an action scene and showing how action doesn’t always equal combat. Bailiff’s player spent a Glory Point, as she was sailing over the ship, travelling towards its centre, to grab onto a convenient piece of hull fragment. The Sarge then used their grapple gun to grapple onto the metal, but started to be dragged across the ship. Verdict managed to hold onto the Sarge and keep him, as well as the tightened grapple wire, fragment and Bailiff in place. Warden tried to grab onto Verdict to pull Bailiff back, but it didn’t seem to help at all. In the end, after much struggle, panic and some hilarity, Defendant saved the day quite by just sending his drone to mag to Bailiff and pull her back. In a moment which very much summed up the Sarge’s Defining Trait of Nutjob, they then decided to place a demolition charge right where the squad were gathered, with pretty much zero warning, as they set it to detonate. The action scene continues as each character needed to use their abilities to oppose the effective Target Number of the Sarge’s own weapon. Everyone did fine… except for Defendant. But since I didn’t want someone to really die so early to the Sarge’s own over-eagerness, and I had control of Arbiter, the Sensitive, as a Friendly, I used her telekinesis to throw Defendant clear of the blast. Many of the players seemed shocked about the instant heroic sacrifice. Jury’s player, as Jury had developed a fondness for Arbiter, spent a Glory Point to specify Arbiter as dying rather than dead, as her contact armour coated her in protective foam, and she is flung into the medic’s arms. Then things got worse; as Bailiff predicted, this action warranted some notice from within, as a flying, alien robot with two underslung laser rifles hovers out of the hole, and opens fire at the squad.

The squad predictably opens fire on the drone with active abilities, quickly realising that that can be a bad idea in ILTC, when your enemy is opening fire, and can use that as their defence. Bailiff takes a hit, but due to being blast armour with a Hardened Shell, through a combo of being heat resistant and having high Hardass to reduce the effect, escapes mostly unscathed. Josephine, the battle drone, is not so lucky, as she is blown to pieces. (Inquisitor also gets his plasma launcher crippled by  a laser beam.) Being vulnerable to the Tech Failure Horror, Defendants starts Losing It… the player opts for the Horror of Kill ‘Em All. Jury and Warden retreat behind a cylinder they found extending from the ship, Jury treating Arbiter enough to keep her alive without her dying at the end of the scene, and stores her safely in his hab-tent, with Warden watching over them both. The other marines exchange fire with the drone, and though they can hit it, most of the shots are doing very little against it. So the Sarge gets a crazy idea (of course) and jumps onto the drone, wrapping himself around it. He then pushes his flare gun against it and fires. Now, the machine has immunity to the attack, HOWEVER, Success Levels from beating a TN (or effective TN, in this case) can still be used for other benefits… so he breaches the armour, allowing others to bypass its immunity if they get an attack of +3SL or more. And then the machine plunges back into the ship, with the Sarge attached. Defendant leaps down after it, not to save the Sarge, but because he is really intent on revenge for his drone. Inquisitors uses his thrusters and jets down to save the Sarge, flying at the robot, as it just dodges his punches. Bailiff then attaches a drop-harness, and drops down after the Sarge. Her hail of shots do nothing, but she manages to extract the Sarge and pull him out. Jury asks Warden to watch over Arbiter, grabs Warden’s railgun, runs over to the hole, fires at the machine, and blows it up with a lucky shot. Verdict, stood at the hole as well, sees more incoming and opens fires with his laser rifle. He can’t quite get the distance on the enemies, but laughs as their lasers strike him and he shrugs them off (in heat resistant armour, and as a Hellworlder, is heat resistant, which stack to give him heat immunity in armour). The squad are clearly going to be overwhelmed in moments, so the Sarge orders everyone into the dropship. The dropships swoops down into the ship after Inquisitor, Defendant and the Sarge, as the others pile in. The Sarge Glory Points more (nuclear) demo-charges and an explosive charge begin enough to end the scene by taking out one portion of the ship. Then Defendant, gone utterly crazy, spends a Glory Point to kill HIMself as he propels himself with the Sarge’s blast to fly into the ship’s plasma drive…. leaving the dropship caught in between two explosions as it picks up Inquisitor. Warden Glory Points to detonate repeated foam grenades to create a protective shell around the ship… and that’s how to rapidly finish a game with five minutes left. And bear in mind, that was through the player’s actions, rather than me speeding things up.

And there we are; a successful game. Yes, I did have to nicely ask (or gesture) for them to be quiet and listen a few times, but that applies to many. Certainly went down a storm.

Latest ILTC Promo Games

So, this Monday, and Sunday last week, I ran some games at the local Manaleak shop. It’s a decent gaming space, with no need to pay or book to run games (though I came along for their Sunday Fun Day and RPG night, respectively, and made sure they knew I was coming). Whereas most gaming shops seem to struggle for space, and don’t seem particularly welcoming (especially if there is a game going on, and people stop to stare at you as you walk in) this was a much more open, welcoming environment, and both the staff and the gamer/customers there were very friendly. It was a relaxed atmosphere, and fun to run games in.

Since I had lots of unused character sheets printed off for the incredibly quiet Strategy, I decided to run some more Missions one-shots.

Game 1

For the Sunday game, I had three players, and two of them were not only new to role play, but also very much on the quiet and nervous side. The other players seemed to have some RP experience, but I think because the other two were new to it and a little awkward, none of them really leapt into it to begin with. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

The squad was Verdict (axe-wielding space barbarian), Inquisitor (charismatic mech pilot) and Arbiter (multi-discipline Sensitive), whilst I handled the Sarge. I used my usual tricks to establish the narrative and characters, but since no-one wanted to describe their own character, let alone do character dialogue, I decided to try and throw them into the action instead. This was a good choice. The player of Inquisitor helped when the rest of the squad jumped via drop-wire out of the dropship, whilst he ordered the pilot to land (for the safety of his charge, Arbiter)… on a collapsed jungle canopy. The joy of relying on Friendlies who do not have dice rolls! The players suddenly started to get into as soon as they nearly crashed and died. Two characters had to leap out of the ship, whilst the other had to avoid said crashing ship.

Now, originally, in this story, they have a Drogan escort to add some tension to the mission, whilst they explore a Drogan jungle or a crashed human spaceship for survivors. However, in this case, the Drogan became the direct antagonist of the piece, which worked, since I didn’t have time to do the full story (due to an impending Magic draft the others were playing in). Now, this Drogan was rather infuriated about one of the marines not only crashing their getaway, but also crashing ANOTHER human ship on Drogan territory. Suddenly, the players actually started role-playing once the alien started ranting, and Verdict decided to try and punch him. That didn’t work so well. Inquisitor and Verdict at least tried to deal with him non-lethally, but the humongous, encounter suited alien wasn’t going down in a fist-fight. However, though they couldn’t hurt them, there was a character with 5 Powerhouse and another with insanely high Grease Monkey for mech piloting. They used their success levels to disarm him of his plasma launcher (could choice), knock him backwards, smash him down through a tree trunk and then pin him under more trunks. Then Verdict dropped in an incendiary grenade. This hurt the Drogan, but also freed him from his prison… so Inquisitor used a Glory Point to disintegrate him with his own plasma launcher.

This was just a short taster session, but good enough that the two players new to role play immediately asked if they could play again (even though Arbiter didn’t get to a whole lot due to being grappled onto by Inquisitor for most of the action scene). Arbiter’s player, Keith, did return the following night, and got to shine as Verdict instead…

Game 2

For the Monday game, I had four players, plus a spectator for the end half. Though I had the Return of Keith, the other three players were experienced role players. Whereas I struggled to get people to get into the narrative and character moments to start with in the previous game, I had no problem with this group. They were very appreciative of the descriptive documentary style I used to speed events on, narrate events and give characters little character establishing asides as ‘interviews.’ I had Arbiter, Inquisitor and Verdict once again, joined by the first female version of Bailiff I have seen. (I write the characters as best as I can to be gender neutral when using pregenerated characters, so you can pick the gender you are either comfortable playing or you feel works for that character). Once again, I played the fruitloop Sarge, Hauser.

The game went down really well. Inquisitor and Arbiter had a fun, slightly crazy father-son relationship, Verdict praised the sun as much as possible, and Bailiff quipped at every possible opportunity. And there lots of suitably crazy antics for Jurisdiction squad.

Since I only had 2 hours to do a decent game, I was once again went for the simple but effective ‘Routine’ prison train scenario. Though nobody looked towards the front of the train, no-one was able to prevent the train crashing, and most marines received (non-lethal) injuries when the train derailed, Arbiter was aware of movement outside, and we had a perfectly horror movie moment when Inquisitor refused to acknowledge Arbiter’s concerns just before the train then derailed. Verdict ended up (due to dancing to music to pass the time, then the train crashing) with his axe through one of the stasis pods. Verdict detached a S.L.U.D.G.E machine (established by the narrative to be formerly attached to the wall), dragging it over to try and block the breached pod, whilst Inquisitor, Arbiter in tow, ended up in the mutant carriage, trying to fix the problem, whilst most of the characters were unable to see anyone outside, since only Arbiter saw any movement. But everyone’s attention was alerted when a sniper fired at Arbiter’s face, though the reinforced window saved him. Meanwhile, the Friendly Sarge was left dramatically alone in the Psychic carriage…

Arbiter empathically sensed two people outside heading for the Mutant carriage, and two heading for the Psychic carriage. The players started preparing abilities for the approaching Hostiles, then Bailiff opened the door out of the carriage, opening fire on the nearest two rebels with prepared Collateral Damage. Though Neutralised, being in ballistic resistant armour, they survived with severe injury and flattened against the side of the carriage for cover. Bailiff then got to carry on firing with new abilities, and though the cover protected the previous targets, the two rebels approaching the back door of the other carriage had no cover. She breached the helmet of one of them, exposing them to the vacuum and injured the other. The sniper shot at Bailiff, but was unable to make much of a dent against Bailiff’s armour with the Hardened Shell upgrade. She goes on a quest to safe the Sarge, after the remaining rebel in the second team staggers aboard his carriage, leaving the others to deal with the other two rebels and the sniper.

Verdict exits the train through the hole created by tearing the vending machine out of the wall, dragging the machine with him. He sets it up as cover, ducking down behind it when the rebels scouts and sniper inevitably attack him. Arbiter spends a lot of time trying to empathically pinpoint the sniper, but is struggling to do so. Inquisitor meanwhile is infuriated by the attacks on the life of his charge. He ends up using his AI controlled plasma launcher to blast through the wall at the rebels, but though their cover disintegrates, the blast doesn’t harm them, and they just move further down the train to avoid being struck. Arbiter uses his telekinesis to pin them down to the floor. Then Verdict uses the low gravity to toss the vending machine at them…

Bailiff goes on a solo mission to save the Sarge, opening up the door into the next carriage. The Sarge, despite being a Friendly with no dice rolls, is in a bitter firefight stalemate, since he has cover to protect him and the enemy has penalties from being Compromised and Neutralised. Bailiff decides to go into close combat… with no Powerhouse score. This means she only got the benefit of a dice roll… and rolled a 1. Even with a penalty, the Hostile had a high enough ability total to toss Bailiff out of the carriage, where they bounced away due to the low-g. The rebel closed the door again, and started to release the coolant pumping into the pods to awaken the psychics. Baliff redirected her momentum, bouncing back to the carriage, shooting the rebel dead. The Sarge however, was very much panicking that the rebels were about to be released.

Ridiculous spending of Glory Points occurred, for the shot-up S.L.U.D.G.E (Synthetic Liquid Universal Dietary Extract) machine to spew out S.LU.D.G.E into the vacuum as it tumbled through the air. These pieces of SLUDGE froze, freezing into spears (which I termed ‘sludgicles’, which riddled the two Hostiles, before the vending machine crushed them. Inquisitor picks up a sludgicle, impaling it through the visor of a rebel, before activating his Mech THRUSTERS (an upgrade) and launching off to aid the Sarge and Bailiff with their technical problem. Meanwhile, Verdict had just removed his only cover…

Bailiff Glory Points for a massive Collateral Damage total for as many Success Levels as possible to increase the Blast area of an EMP grenade to try and take out the stasis pods, in order to lock them. This takes out 6 of the 8 pods. The Sarge and Bailiff continue to panic, since the awakened psychics, even if locked in their pods, could still interfere with their minds. They are just about to knock each other unconscious (to give the psychics no conscious minds to detect) when Inquisitor flies in. He spends a Glory Point to find a convenient release for emergency coolant, to refreeze the psychics. Hooray! That just leaves the sniper…

Verdict is shot repeatedly. But due to being a sitting duck, takes the Shock and Awe Horror, and starts Losing It. He strides ahead at the sniper. Arbiter, having located the sniper empathically, uses his telekinesis to throw Verdict at the sniper. Verdict, unaware of what is about to happen, and Losing It, is readying his plasma grenade to throw, as the Sensitive throws HIM. He ends up punching his plasma grenade into the snipers mouth, as they are both disintegrated by glorious plasma fire.

The end.




Strategy- the ILTC games


Now, to get into more detail of the three games I managed to get to run at the Strategy convention. These games were run using my Missions campaign as a basis, after I got permission from my players to use their characters as a basis for the pregens. I did have to tweak characters here and there so they were one-shot appropriate (Arbiter went from a psychic to a highly developed Sensitive in danger of becoming psychic, for example), but they worked well, as a team of gung-ho, unhinged action orientated characters with some very colourful and bizarre backgrounds.

I ran the first Mission of the campaign twice for games one and three, as it works a nice largely spoiler free into to I Love the Corps. The basic premise is that the Containment squad are doing a ‘routine mission’ guarding a train full of Mutants and Psychics, one carriage for each, taking them in stasis pods across a dead planet on a mag-train to a prison many hours travel from the tiny space-port. Rebels attack the train, and it turns out that they are essentially human rights activists trying to free enhanced humans that (at leas they believe) have simply been captured just for being what they are. This gets across the dark tone of I Love the Corps, and introduces the whole irony of the name and the fact that in some games, you may very well be working for the bad guys, whilst being light enough on the details to let people get sucked into it. This also gives the players a taste of human vs human combat in the game, showing how you can use tactical fire-fights, make use of cover, and shows how well armour works against guns and we even had some brutal, drawn-out close combat in game 3. Whilst games 1 and 3 showed the bleak and gory sides of the horror in the game, concentrating largely on the preparation and action side of things, game 2 showed the squad investing a crashed ship on an alien jungle planet, and went very, very Aliens as the squad got split up and picked off, and started going nuts and killing each other. Every game was a storm. If you want a bit more info and some of my favourite bits from each game, READ ON!

Game 1

So in this game, the playable characters were Bailiff (specialised in ranged fire and perception, as well as fast on his feet), Arbiter (possesses three of the four Sensitive disciplines, telekinesis, empathy and telepathy, at high levels) and Defendant (support role, with long range fire, engineering skills and a decked out railgun mounted Battle Drone called Josephine), and I used their Sarge, Judge, as a Friendly.

They used the narrative scene of sitting on the train to have some ace banter (Bailiff and Arbiter were in the psychic carriage, the other two were with the mutants) and mostly concentrated on Sentry Duty to look out for trouble, ability wise, and did so with passive abilities, since in-character, they were not expecting trouble. Unfortunately, since no-one decided to go and check out the driver and look out the front of the train, there was no-one to spot the contact mine on the track as the train derailed. The power of characters over Friendlies was shown, as Judge didn’t get any dice rolls for his ability totals and ended up with Josephine pinning him to a wall. Defendant spent most of the action scene frantically trying to free the Sarge; unfortunately, as Judge has so many negative Success Levels racked up, it was incredibly difficult to do so, between the mag-walls, mag-armour and the drone’s massive weight, and the fact that its underslung railgun was crushing the Sarge’s legs was slowly but surely increasing his lethal status.

Two players got Glory Points during the train crash since their descriptions of being thrown about managed to breach the door to the mutant carriage, and tore open part of the floor panels in the other carriage. Arbiter used her telekinesis to stop two of the rebels crawling under the train from getting in through that way, so they retreated back out into cover. The other two rebels breached the other carriage, coming past Defendant, who took lots of psych damage due to the harm to his beloved drone, the fact he was slowly killing the Sarge trying to free him, rebels shooting at the Sarge (using the drone as cover) and the rebels being right by him. Bailiff opened his own carriage door and gunned down the two rebels over two beats. Defendant tried to free the Sarge one more time… and got incredibly low on Brains to guide the drone. More Sergeant Hauser got his face melted off by the drone’s plasma engines. On top of this, a stasis pod had been breached, and a mutant escaped. Defendant suffered psychological trauma and became a shivering wreck in a corner. Bailiff went to check outside, got shot at, but the cover kept him safe, and he located the rebels. He opened a pressure window, and fired upon the scouts with his BLACK HOLE GUN! His total wasn’t high enough to drag them both in, but he completely removed their cover, sucking it into a big rocky mass. Arbiter then used her telekinesis to push them into said rocky mass. Cue horrifically gross descriptions from me as they die. Arbiter’s player had to leave, so decided she passed out from the mental strain of the act, leaving Bailiff to pursue the mutant, utterly blinding it with an impressive stun grenade throw. As the mutant begged for his life, saying how his GeneMods mutating was no crime, and he was no criminal, only to be knocked out as a rifle butt smashed him across the face. And that was the end of that.

This was extra fun as Defendant’s player was particularly interested in how GMing worked, so I kept giving him little asides on the mechanics and how I use Beat Sheets (that will be in the Classified Materials Appendices) to keep track of things, and he seemed impressed. Arbiter’s player was also new to the hobby; she enjoyed it and grasped the rules easily, and though she apologised for being shy, she picked a character that works for that, and she role-played it well.

Game 2

This was a very different experience, and not just because I chose a different mission. Four of the five players were all mates and new to the hobby, but they worked well together until things went out of their control… which is how the game is designed to work. The squad was Judge, Arbiter and Defendant, joined by sun-worshipping, space barbarian, close assault specialist Verdict and the mech-piloting engineer, Inquisitor. On this mission, a Drogan warrior (the one alien species that the Corps acknowledges, and who are considered ‘friendly’), Z4 is sent to observe the squad as they set foot on a jungle planet in Drogan space, where a human ship has crashed. They are told to recover their people and then destroy any ‘contamination’ left behind them.

Now, this was very different to the campaign game it was loosely based on, simply because the players focused on heading right to the vertical ship, trapped under layers of miles-high collapsed jungle trees, rather than checking out threats in the outlying jungle first. So instead of putting the surviving humans in the jungle, along with the Hostiles, I decided they were still in the ship. The players worked well together, trying to smash their way through the first piece of hull they could find. When this didn’t worked, they lasered their way through tree trunks using Verdict, under Sarge’s directions, referencing ship schematics found by the brainy Defendant. They found an airlock and made their way into the ship. Arbiter assured the team that three alien creatures, of an intelligent but bestials nature had entered the ship to feast, implying that there either were or had been crash survivors who would need help. But the cylindrical ship had smashed down point first, so what were horizontal corridors were not vertical, so the airlock tunnel you normally climb into became a walk-way. Verdict headed in first. He heard a bizarre clicking sound echoing around him. Visibility was hardly working for them, and they had no idea what was making the sound and what it was. Verdict gets to the end of a vertical drop that must be about a half a mile in length. In a moment that could not have been more horror movie, he turned round and started yelling at Z4, accusing the Drogan of sending them into a trap. Meanwhile, Inquisitor had used Grease Monkey to wire up infra-vision into his helmet. That was the only thing that allowed him to get an inkling that there was SOMETHING behind Verdict. But, with one Success Level, he only saw a red blur of heat briefly. Just as Verdict and Z4 had guns pointed at each other, Verdict was pulled upwards and disappeared into the darkness.

And then it was madness to the end. We leapt (not surprisingly) into an action scene. Verdict lasered the legs off the beast leaping upwards with him, its claws latching onto his shoulders. Then he fell. The Sarge tried to grab him. They both fell. Arbiter used telekinesis to slow their fall. Defendant was already moving down the ship, sitting atop his drone. As he avoided the falling marines, he decided to grab onto them… increasing their weight, and thus, the effective Target Number for Arbiter, as she lost control of them. Inquisitor decided to jump down after them in mech to heroically save them, the Mech’s finger sparking down the walls as he attempted to control his descent. Verdict ended up grabbing onto mag-rungs to stop his fall, but though the Sarge and descendant held on, Josie detached, and tumbled to her doom, slowly getting smashed upon the walls with her descent, which caused Defendant (vulnerable to the Tech Failure Horror) to start Losing It. The Sarge jammed a knife in the wall and climbed off of Verdict. Defendant slammed the hook for his drop-harness to the wall and decided to dive after Josie. Then Inquisitor, unable to slow his fall, deadly in his falling mech, came at the squad. The Sarge leapt down, grabbed onto a door control, opened the door and flung himself inside. Verdict leapt onto the back of the Mech as it fell past.

The Sarge looked up to find one of the aliens on the ceiling above him. (I won’t spoil their exact nature here; suffice to say, they are ‘agile and leapy’ with hooked talons and long limbs.) He filled the tiny room with fire, but the creature avoided it, leaping out into the corridor. Arbiter used a Glory Point to dramatically edit to appear ‘just in time’ to telekinetically throw the creature into the Sarge’s gunfire, which killed it. She then empathically located the survivors the Sarge, a few rooms below, who leapt out to save them.

Seeing Josie torn apart before him, Defendant tried to swing himself into an open room. He did so, smashing his visor and face into the door frame. He spent a Glory Point to get an incredibly high Drop and Give Me Fifty total to ignore being Compromised. He then saw Verdict and Inquisitor fall past. Losing It, he cut lose with his machine gun, seeing them as having destroyed his drone in a moment of insanity.

Verdict leapt off the mech to grab onto a door frame, but ended up tearing it from the wall (he had Powerhouse 5, which is slightly superhuman). Inquisitor managed to climbs out of his mech as he was in freefall. Jump in time to get repeatedly struck by bullets he was no longer resistant too, as he died horribly. Verdict used a Glory Point to turn the door frame into a ‘surfboard’ and escaped out of the bottom of the ship, onto the jungle floor, after the mech smashed into the bottom ahead of him and made him a hole.

The Sarge got into the room with the terrified civvies behind a barricade, where the last alien was ready to bounce. An epic close combat began, as the Sarge couldn’t hit it with a rifle shot in close quarters. He repeatedly stabbed it, but the creature’s high Hardass was significant against the knife, and yet Sarge’s only armour and its resistant plus the Sarge’s equally high Hardass meant he could hold his own. Arbiter tried to use her telekinesis to tear its head off, but did not have enough SL (not being a standard use of Low Grade Telekinesis), but I described scales peeling away of their own accord. The Sarge tried to bring his rifle to bear again, but couldn’t hit the creature. So Arbiter used her psychic powers to direct the rifle and shoot it dead. The civilians were freed. Arbiter came into the room. Sarge told her she had broken the rules (by using telekinesis for attempting lethal force, which would make her Psychic level) and shot her point blank.

Verdict picked himself to his feet. A giant tongue came from nowhere, dragging him off to the jungle.  Z4 decided the humans could not be trusted to remove the contamination of the ship. So he went to engines and shot at them with his plasma launcher, with the other three remaining marines still inside.

The end credits rolled! (Technically, only one marine died, but I just went with the player’s playstyle, and since it was a one-shot, decided to go for the horror movie end of ‘hang on, are they all dead?’ But no other definitive deaths were described).

The players seemed to really enjoy it, despite four of the five being new to role-play (which I was not told till later, and could not tell) and apparently were at the stall later, telling people how much they enjoyed the game. Win!

Game 3

This game featured Judge (played by a 12 year old kid), Verdict (played by the Dad, who didn’t want to or really understand RP, but did tell the character’s actions when given choices), Inquisitor and Defendant as characters. Bailiff was a Friendly.

I did the train scenario again, since I was asked for a shorter game. I shrunk it down to one carriage, full of the same kind of mutant, for added ease. They only did one beat of the narrative scene, since the Sarge decided to walk into the front of the train, and though he didn’t see the contact mine on the tracks, I decided that he saw the rebel’s ship far in the distance. Only enough to see some kind of object, but since the planet is supposed to be empty, he decided to stop the train and get the squad to look around.

We then went into a BIG action scene. Not cos the rules slowed it down or anything, but simply an involved scene with lots of situational changes based on the player’s actions. Whereas Game 1 had some quick and brutal takedowns, because the marine’s stopped the train, the rebels were able to prepare for them a little and try to take the train without damaging it, so we got into some very drawn out firefights.

Because none of the players decided to use active Sentry Duty, their passive totals weren’t enough to beat my high rolls plus decent Freakin’ Ninja scores for the rebel scouts. Bailiff was sent first out and got shot, so the Sarge barrelled past him, and he and Inquisitor went out to deal with the enemy, backed up by Josie. But they had couldn’t spot the enemy, and when they stopped firing, had no idea if they were going to attack, were moving, hiding or had fled, since Inquisitor was trying to intimidate them with his Chutzpah. Whilst those had their backs turned, two of the other scouts got into the rear of the train. Several beats opened out of Verdict and Defendant firing at them, and due to the rebel’s increased Target Numbers from using stasis pods the marines didn’t want to hit as cover, we had a proper fire-fight situation of bullets and lasers flying back and forth with nothing but aesthetic harm. Josie came in behind the rebels to shoot at them,  but they shut the airlock behind them, and one of them held the handle pushed themselves against it to stop the marines getting in. They disintegrated a pod and freed a mutant with a plasma charge. Meanwhile, the other rebels came in the other entrance, sneaking behind Inquisitor. He saw them exiting cover, so used his mech thrusters to fly at them, swinging at them, but missing them. They used his negative success levels as positive success levels to run into the train. Defendant fired at them, missed as ruptured another stasis pod, as the train filled with two clouds of cryo-gas. However, this meant nothing against Defendant’s infravision, as he shot at them. Their armour protected them… until cut both their heads off with Powerhouse and his axe. The freed mutants attacked, but had no chance against his high Powerhouse total, getting negative success levels, which got them horribly killed.

Two rebels left.  The Sarge decided to kick at the door, using a Glory Point, sending the one rebel flying backwards and breaking a mag-bench in half. The other rebel was gunned down horribly after repeated shots from Defendant. Inquisitor’s AI controlled plasma launcher fired at the rebel, but he used his Powerhouse to oppose, wielding the piece of mag-bench as a shield, which was disintegrated. Then the remaining rebel leapt at the Sarge. The other marines decided to let him have his kill. The rebel tried to smack the Sarge in the face with the butt of his rifle. The rifle was caught in one hand by the Sarge, who proceeded to use it smash the rebels’ visor open. He then slammed his knife into the rebel’s helmet. He then used the rifle to hammer the knife into the rebel’s brain.

And that was that! Again, the player’s really enjoyed it, and the kid went back to Joe to tell him about the game.

All in all, three very different games and success all round.

Chris, out.


Strategy Con- Convention Rundown

Warning: this a big one.

You may hear a lot of terrible things about this con (if you hear of it all). Yes, a lot of things went very wrong in the running of it, but before I continue, I would like to say that Joe (my very close friend and stall volunteer) and I managed to have a good time, regardless, and we managed to spread interest in I Love the Corps, despite the otherwise infamous rep the event will now have forever. So it was at least a minor success on a personal level.

Originally, we were told the event would be Thursday-Sunday. The impression was also given that it was going to have a massive turnout. I was sceptical of how big a first time con could be, when Expo is the only real big one to start with, and has taken a long time to get to its size, but with the MCM name behind the con, it seemed sensible to think that they had decent contacts and publicity. I wasn’t expecting a massive con, but I was at least expecting a decent chance to promote  and a professional event.

I was directly asked to come a few months back, and was flattered by that… and well, any publicity, right? So I came along with great enthusiasm. I had originally asked to just run games to get the game out there, and was pleased to have been booked in for a ton of four hour game slots, though did think the 9 games I was down for may kill me. But plenty of chance for exposure, so this was good. Joe offered to come with me and help me attract people to the game by running a stall with promo materials, so I paid for a stall. I was kindly offered a discount for being new to the industry, which was another gratifying sign.

I started to get very worried when I still didn’t know when the trade floor opened, when we were expected to set up on Thursday etc on the week of the event, and I had e-mailed a lot of questions with little answers, and still didn’t know a whole lot till the week of the event. The original pack I was sent mentioned being able to camp, so I was set on that, and yet no details appeared. I e-mailed if and how that was happening… there was nothing. (When I got there, there was also nowhere you could camp AT ALL, so who knows where that nation came from.) So I had to book a very last minute hotel (two weeks before is last minute, by my terms) for the Thursday-Sunday. And then on the week itself, after I had asked for times, they THEN sent an event pack, apologising for reducing the event time to Friday afternoon to Sunday. Now, we didn’t have a huge stall to set-up, but we had to turn up on Thursday anyway, cos I had already booked everything. On the plus side, my game slots went down to a slightly more sane 7, and it seemed weird to start a con on Thursday anyway, so wasn’t too bothered.

We turned up on Thursday at the Telford International Centre. Security were friendly, volunteers were friendly, and the organiser personally showed us around and took us to our stall spot. He then said he’d sort our wristbands, but disappeared with being very busy. We got our wristbands sorted quickly by asking security, so no problem there. Admittedly, nobody wanted to see my ID or sheets for stall ownership I had signed and was told to bring, which was weird (and they were never asked for). We noticed that the trade floor seemed very bare, but assumed more would be setting up in the morning, so we didn’t worry. We headed to the local Spoons, had some food and stayed there till midnight, chatting and drinking, so the forced early arrival was not really a problem, though it obviously cost me more for the extra hotel night. But we made a good time of it.


Since the con didn’t start till the afternoon on Friday, this was actually better for us, giving us a pleasant morning to lie in, get a massive breakfast and acquire lunch materials, breakfast, water and snacks to power us for the next few days. We’d also had plenty of time to wander about the weirdly laid out but easy enough to navigate centre of Telford. So we started the day in a good mood. This lowered a little bit, when there was absolutely no-one queuing a half hour before opening.

On the trade floor, more space was filled… mostly by empty tables, rather than stalls, though a few more had arrived. It still didn’t look exactly enticing. 1’0 clock came… and a depressingly small amount of people slowly trickled in. You could feel the tension from the traders. They were open till 5.3o, and everyone made horrible losses cos there was barely anyone to sell anything too. Fortunately, we weren’t there to sell so we were not going to make a profit anyway. Though there wasn’t exactly a lot of visitors, we still had a fair amount of role-players come over, and they were very interested in the game. Joe being in costume, and having some of the phenomenal art I paid for on display did wonders in bringing people over. Joe and I both basically spent the first hour in excited conversation, since there weren’t many things for people to do, so it was at least a positive for us. After an hour I went for my FIRST GAME SLOT!

… there was no game slot. There were four GMs, myself included in the GM room most of the time, and there was never enough people for more than two games at once (which were mostly about 3-4 players, usually bulked out by at least one GM). The GMs were all wonderful people, however, and when I had nothing to do, Simon Burley (aka Uncle Simon), a veteran solo game designer called me over to play a small supers game whilst we were waiting for people. It was a fun game with three of us playing… two of us were GMs. Still, I had an awesome time playing with fellow GM, ‘Uncle Steve’, trading super hero one-liners and being well meaning, but utterly catastrophic super heroes. The game was designed to be a short intro, so we waited for other players. People came in ones and twos and didn’t play, but we did have plenty of chats with people. Uncle Simon was particularly ace at designating himself as meet and greet for the room, and introduced people to all the GMs and the games, and was very gracious in encouraging people to try games other than his own. Robin, the other GM, was also a lovely guy, and we had a great camaraderie in the room. He was at least locked down running an intense game for most of the afternoon.

Joe came to the room after the trade floor closed, and told me had only seen about a dozen new people to talk to in the three and a half hours since I had last seen him. Still, he had made friends and contacts with nearly all the traders nearby, and has got me some new contacts and found many potential backers. We went to grab some quick food before my next potential game slot, and very much struggled to find anywhere, as the food stall in the centre was in the closed trade area. The centre of Telford had a complete lack of open fast food shops (being in the closing shopping centre) and chip shops so we ended up back at Wetherspoons. When we returned, no people turned up for a game bar a guy waiting to play D&D, so we and the other GMs jumped in on that. A few more people turned up, so two of the GMs split off to game with them, whilst four of us had an AMAZING D&D game run by Uncle Steve. We played till 2.00.am and had a storm.


As Joe and I approached the centre, just before nine, we were glad to see a giant crowd. In the hour I was in the trade hall to start with, it was still near dead. Apparently, most of the giant crowd never got further than the tournaments they had come for, leaving straight after (and apparently some weren’t let into the rest of the event when they tried!) Still, though the trade floor was pretty quiet, when I went to GM, there was actually a fair amount of people in the open gaming area. I went to the Role Play Room and almost immediately had a lovely guy who had come to my table and had booked to play. Admittedly, he was the only person I ever saw who had booked to play, but he had looked up the Kickstarter, and his enthusiasm was clear. We sat nattering for half an hour as he dove into mechanical questions. Very few people came into the room again, but when they did, Simon showed them all the games, and encouraged two other people to play ILTC with me. All three of them really enjoyed it, and the two who joined in apparently went back to the floor to grab fliers later (and one of them is on the Facebook group). So that was a success. I learned that the game slot times were not going to work, but did my best to encourage people who wandered in to come back, and eventually got a second game with four mates Joe had sent my way, and another guy who had checked in a few times to see if there was enough for a game group. Game 2 went down a STORM (I will go into these games more in a second blog). I found out from Joe that the initial four had never role-played, which astounded me, cos they really got into it, so another success there. My third game didn’t happen; the group I had expecting played in another game when Ed of ‘Shades of Vengeance’ turned up to showcase his own games- he ended up pledging to my Kickstarter just from a brief 30 second chat, so thumbs up to him for doing it. One of those players, a lovely guy called Andre came back to play, even when his friends were too knackered. I only had him and Joe, so decided it wasn’t enough for ILTC, so instead I decided to invent a nonsensical role-playing game off of the top of my head. Hilarity ensued as they played ‘Bionic Superhuman Caterers Division.’ Andre’s friends turned up just as we were finishing, but it was approaching midnight, and I wasn’t up for running another game. But still, it was a pretty successful day.


It seemed even more dead than the Friday, but Joe still managed to find the odd interested party. Meanwhile, I killed the morning following Uncle Simon’s advice, and wrote down the core ideas for the game I had invented the previous night (now dubbed ‘ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF…’), so it can be referred to later. A kid (probably about 12) and his Dad that Joe had sent my way came around about midday. The Dad didn’t get RP at all or really want to learn, but his son was an RPer, and Dad was very gracious in sitting in with him to play. Simon joined in at the start so we could play. And then Andre returned with one of the friends who had wanted to play, so Simon pulled out to entertain some other people, and we had a phenomenally fun game. (Kids play AMAZING Sergeants.) I might have gone slightly over the 1 hour game Simon promised the Dad… but he didn’t seem bothered, since his son had a storm. I finished that game at 3. My last 3-7 slot was clearly not going to happen, so after I gave Joe a late break, I stayed in the room for an hour before I decided to pack up and we went home early, but on a high.

So, hardly the perfect con, but I ran three games which seemed universally enjoyed, and got to introduce a majority of them to the hobby, and for that, though the convention seems to have been a big failure, it was for me, a personal success, and all the role-play GMs also had a good time in a similar way. Got to make many new friends and contacts. (I will go more into the games for those that care in another blog.)


UK Games Expo: Demo Rundown

So at the UK Games Expo the weekend before last, I had the privilege of running three (more or less) back to back game demos. This was a great opportunity for me to show the breadth of I Love the Corps in its running styles, despite the very niche genre it sits in. (Its kind of like the vast difference between Alien and Aliens in style, despite their shared universe, backstory and main character.) I had spent a lot of time telling people how the game can be very much tailored to its players by the GM, and with three very different groups and playing styles, I feel the point was proven.

I thought, mostly for fun, and to show the variety, I would break down these games a little from what I can remember. It is also worthy noting that each group played part of the same Story (game scenario), which was an hour to an hour and a half demo of the Story that will be available with ze Quickstart.

Demo 1: I had five players who I decided to showcase a Narrative Scene with. They had to get through a mostly pitch black training simulator to get to their Gear, and this was a good way to showcase various Abilities and Aspects, as well how to use Ability Types, when and where it is best to roll a dice, and how single totals can be used for a multitude of actions. Infra-vision was used to great effect to scout the lay of the land, and there was a lot of leaping and climbing onto walls and taking advantage of the telekinetic’s capabilities to get the marines to their location safely. Cue the effective but slow dragging of a grapple gun to the scout, which made some of the marines get bored waiting, as two when charging across the floor of the chamber…. and one went falling down a pit trap, but managed to grab onto the edge. As they were told to get themselves prepped and ready with gear, and a had warning of incoming Hostiles, I ended the demo there…

Demo 2:… and carried on with the next group of six players, a very rowdy group, who were definitely appropriate to test out an Action Scene with. Quote of the game? “I shoot him in the dick.” And not just single shot… it was full-auto. And *that* was the squad medic. Continue the scenario with a bunch of crazies obsessed with crotch attacks (all male players), charging through hails of gunfire to punch people in the face, a player who chose to run into a wall as the result of a low total and a marine who ran at the enemy, detonated his incendiary grenade in his hand, and then spent the rest of the game on fire. Utter madness… but then it kinda suited.

Demo 3: I have the last group the choice of Narrative or Action scene, and they lumped for Action Scene (the ‘most crunch’ option). For this one, I had three players, and though one player was appropriately psychotic for the character, the other two were of the saner variety, and so we had a much more atmospheric, tense and strategic firefight, which due to timing constraints, ended on an ace cliffhanger.


ILTC Missions- The New Squad

And now to introduce the array of fresh, new (and messed up) characters for my new Missions campaign.

Introducing… JURISDICTION SQUAD (and their accompanying documentary crew).

The Player Characters

Lance Corporal Helgreth “Bailiff.” Role- Infantry scout. Skill-set- focussed on shooting and perceptive ability, with a bit of athleticism thrown in. He is good at tracking and can oppose any Hazard with Sentry Duty. He is a specialist with a battle rifle and at defensive fire. He also has a Black Hole Gun… y’know, just in case. Background- a war orphan. Literally raised by the Corps (he even has UCMC tattooed onto his forehead.So far, he seems to be very much the squad joker.

Private Red Thornton “Jury.” Role- Medic. Skill-set- his main thing is Brains, otherwise, he is a bit of a ‘jack of all trades, master of none’ (he has scores in 6 of the 8 abilities). He has three different medic based aspects that make him something of an amazing field surgeon. He can also lower psych statuses during an action scene. Plus, he has got a cybernetic leg. Background- he is one of a medical team tasked with trying to stop a flesh-eating virus. The team failed. The virus consumed his entire colony. Red serves as the marine who has ‘seen too much’. His principle weapon is an automatic shotgun. The overly serious type, and understandably so.

Private Achilles “Prosecution.” Role- Close combat specialist. Skill-set- largely based around physical abilities. He is a fully augmented Feral (human with some scorpion-spliced GeneMods) with a small degree of Hellworlder modification. He is particularly skilled at grappling and feats of might, and he can use Powerhouse for all kinds of movement, making him something of a battering ram. He can crush bones with his hands, and also has a significant array of melee weapons. Background- he was captured as a child and illegally GeneModded and forced into pit fights. A rival gang attacked and fighters got free; Achilles enlisted in the Corps. Not too surprisingly, Achilles is focussed very much on a combat mentality and seems to be always looking for action, and is highly competitive.

Sioux “Arbiter”. Role- Psychic Arsenal. Skill-set- she is mainly focussed on being smart and perceptive, with a little bit of sneaking. Most importantly, she is fully fledged in three of the four Sensitive disciplines, and is highly trained. Several of her Sensitive powers are boosted to psychic levels… she has a handler to keep her under control. Sioux will be electrically shocked if any of her actions are deemed dangerous by her handler, or if her handler dies. The only weapons she has are three blades. Background- her family hates psychics. She was removed from them at a young age, and taken and ‘contained’ by the Corps, trained as a weapon, without rank. She doesn’t see herself as anything more than a weapon, and is incredibly quiet and mostly isolated from the rest of her squad.

Annie Hund. Role- Intern/researcher for the documentary screw. Skill-set-another Brains specialist, in this case, she is highly skilled at studying situations and foes to gain advantages and is also a computer specialist. She is also very fast on her feet, and has some Feral augmentation, that is quite subtle. Background- I’ll get back to you on that one! She seems to be mostly ignored, shy and quiet, and yet has also revealed a more confident, physical side.

(There is still one more character to be made/introduced.)

Friendlies- The Squad

Sergeant Hans Hauser “Judge.” Role- squad leader, ranged combat. Skill-set- uses the stand “Sarge” stats that will be in the Classified Materials book, which has decent shooting, close combat and inspirational capabilities, in particular. Background- little is known thus far. He seems to be unusually cheery for a Sarge, yet is also clearly a little unhinged, and maybe not as cheery as he seems. He also seems to have an array of prejudices that he (badly) tries to cover over.

Corporal Dubaku Tinibu “Warden.” Role- specialist sniper/Sioux’s ‘handler.’ Skill-set- so far left unclear beyond the fact she has a railgun with a scope and lock-on system, and a helmet with alternative vision modes that she uses to keep track of Sioux. She is also incredibly tall by both male and female standards. She never leaves Sioux. Background- currently a mystery.

Friendlies- The Documentary Crew

Dirk Keen (aka ‘Space Ross Kemp’, as the players have taken to calling  him.) Role- war reporter/documentary maker/project leader. Skill-set- he has an acting background, and though he claims to have some experience with guns, it has been implied that he isn’t perhaps quite the ass-kicker he thinks he is. He is covered in synthetic skin plating. Background- in his late teens, he starred in a pro-Corps fictional war film, where the premier was bombed. He survived… barely. His rich family paid for his cybernetic enhancement. He became a war reporter, and now a documentary maker, trying to learn why rebels would choose to end innocent lives to stand against the Corps. Now he wants to know more about what it is really like on the other side of things, for the marines.

Laura Foss. Role- nature documentary maker/explorer/xeno-biologist. Skill-set- she seems confident armed with only just a knife, and is experienced surviving in various hostile environments. She is also an Underworlder, and only four foot high. Background- unknown. She seems to be the continually cheery one in the group.

Joe Worth. Role- camera man/drone operator. Skill-set- the resident sneak and smooth-talker. He has three remote controlled drones that he uses to get a variety of camera shots. Background- an award winning gossip/scandal/celebrity photographer and camera-man. He seems to be the resident sarcastic, arrogant, ass-hole of the group.





ILTC and Role Play Campaigns- Making them Care

So last night, the new I Love the Corps campaign began.


Once again, this is presented as a sci-fi/horror TV series, but one that is represented in the style of a found footage documentary series. I very much wanted to show how I could set this campaign apart from the previous weekly campaign, despite having a majority of the same players and one new players, so the documentary style is a significant part of that. It is very much the kind of concept I probably wouldn’t have done with a fresh new group; the very particular style requires a group of players that really dive into the role play and love to do non-typical games, which definitely covers my current Thursday group. In retrospect, it is the kind of game that is PERFECT for a new group, because the particular concept is so familiar to people, they can throw themselves right in. I find the most unusual role playing game premises are the most memorable.

Horror with Humour, and no actual horror… 

This game was definitely a lot more light-hearted in its opening episode than the previous campaign (though Cold Frontier had plenty of comedy moments). I think a lot of people think you can’t have comedy with horror, and I think is especially applies to horror role-playing games. I very much disagree with that. I always try and start one-shots with a bit of light-heartedness, as it derails the players perceptions, allowing you to catch the players off-guard more when the actual horror comes.

Yesterday’s game didn’t feature any horror at all. Yes, there were certainly some odd moments and teases for weirder stuff to come, but nothing horrific. In a horror game. But, I Love the Corps is a military action sci-fi horror game, and all the other elements were in there. I don’t think horror can be rushed. The advantage of a campaign, is you can have games entirely without horror if you want to, and that is fine. Last night’s game was the first game, the means of introducing a new host of characters. I have started campaigns with the shit hitting the fan almost instantly,  and I find it is much harder to get established characters that way, and therefore to get your players vested in the game. So, in last night’s game, there was no horror, and no action other than a brief obstacle course (a two Beat Action Scene) at the end. And the players got a massive kick out of it. (And it wasn’t long either, just an hour and a half). They already seem to love each others characters, and the Friendlies they are saddled with.

“You see, Chris, what makes you evil is you give us hope.” 

I now know, if any of them get dragged off into the darkness or suddenly decapitated, that horror will have such a greater effect… you see, nearly all RPGs are horribly violent. Players are usually no stranger to death, and character death in particular. Yet seeing someone die SHOULD be a moment of horror. But, in any other game, it is hard to make players other than the owner of a character truly feel a death. The key, is to make the players fall in love with the character’s first. I feel in Cold Frontier, I did this pretty well, but, not necessarily with the player characters. And though there were many Friendlies the players were fond of that were brutally dispatched, there was such a huge cast, so it was difficult to create a universal love. So this time, there is a smaller cast of principle Friendlies (5, which was going to be 3, but I needed to make 2 marines due to squad requirements that need filling, ie: a handler for one character, and a squad leader), and 3 of those are (largely) non-combat documentary crew, so HOPEFULLY there will be much more of a focus on player characters and how other players connect to them.

Highlighting Character Development and Background

I think a lot of role playing games get lost in hack and slash or their setting equivalent, or being all about mystery solving/social politics or just having “HERE IS A SANDBOX, GO!” and can often lose all sense of story. Meanwhile, I Love the Corps has story, scene and beat as rules terms. There is no escaping that. But, you could still get lost in action and plot and yet lose the most important part of any story; the principle characters. ESPECIALLY when what you’re doing is at least partially horror, where you don’t want any character to feel entirely safe. So, you need to make sure, as a GM, that each of your characters seems fleshed out and important, so if they DO go, that loss is felt. That doesn’t mean the character needs to be likeable in character… but you’ll find the assholes are beloved out of character, if you help that player get it right. So how do you make players not just feel vested in their characters, but each other?

In Cold Frontier, I made sure each player, if not each character, had at least one ‘pre-credit scene’, and made sure each of them had a secret to their background. This made players genuinely excited when someone got a pre-credit scene, as they were about to learn something exciting or horrible. This then allowed me to ensure that that episode had some degree of focus on that character. It gave that player a feeling of importance… and also some fear, once of the players worked out that characters often died after having one of these scenes (which wasn’t consistent or by design, but I let them have the fear, regardless).

I still felt, however, that players weren’t always taking advantage of situations that could have advanced their characters and the story more. What was the problem? Each character was shining in isolation, but they didn’t really gel together. Out of character, the group really bonded, but in character… well the game started with a Sergeant who was loved OOC for his ill thought idiocy, and a pariah IC, and two of the first six characters weren’t even marines. And the most beloved marine died early. And soon enough, I ran out of actual marines. So, despite the player’s love of the game, there is still a lot of improvement to be made. But then, this was my first long-form campaign to be completed with the system, so there is no knocking myself here. Just a constant quest of self-improvement.

The Solution?

  • Firstly, as already discussed, amping up of ‘the fun’ to make people fall in love with each others characters. The documentary approached has helped with that in a ton of ways. It is something exciting and new, an unusual approach, and the players dig that. In a world where it is still acceptable to start your D&D game in a tavern and go to a dungeon to simply kill and steal, a wholly different feel that goes beyond system and genre is always appreciated.
  • The documentary style allows for personal interviews. This means players get their equivalent of ‘pre-credits scenes’, but these scenes are a lot smaller, give less away (more about implication), but a lot more constant (dotted throughout the game) and give so much more about a character in a continual way… whilst also making the players laugh. “I’m have nothing against cyborgs… some of my best friends are cyborgs.”
  • Giving power to the players: it wouldn’t be a military documentary of there wasn’t a guided tour of the base, right? This could have been tricky, as I was playing the Sarge. That’s a lot of the GM talking at the players. Screw that! The Sarge did what a Sarge might do… passed the menial job to his Corporal. This caught the player off-guard a little… being asked to show characters under the control of the GM a base that the GM hasn’t described… but he dove into it, and loved every moment. He thought of all the generic stuff the base would have, made it fun in the way he showed people round, and then paused to allow me to add in the specifics. It had everyone in stitches, made the players feel empowered and made sure each other character had their moment during the tour. I then had the Sarge takeover to fill in some specifics I needed to lay down. Success.
  • Action at the end: everybody had already a good feel of their characters… and then, a chance to show what they might be like when the bullets fly. A non-lethal, competitive situation… and increased bonding! Next episode, they launch into some proper action, with me feeling confident that if something horrible is even implied, the players will get much more of a damn.

We’ll see how it goes.