/tg/ - Traditional Games

wew, this takes me back.

are we summoning Awake all the way from the ancient ruins of halfchan?

let me find my old character sheet

my name is hobo cliche.

and I am a hobo cliche.

what's been keeping you up? the voices, the worry, the guilt.

what just happened to you? psychotic breaks have this wonderful moment of catharsis when all your fears and doubts are vindicated because the birds really are swearing at you and the doors really are screaming.

what's on the surface? a hobo cliche +funny accent.

what lies beneath? it's a metaphor for my own anguish, mental illness and sporadic homelessness.

what's your path? plunge into the excitement and purpose of carving a niche for myself in the Mad City.

Discipline 3

Madness 0

Exhaustion 0

Fight 1 Flight 2

exhaustion talent: habit of running into people at the wrong time, when I look like such shit.

madness talent: personal Miasma; the obscuring fog from Silent Hill, made of body odor and humidity.

scars:

never played.

How hard is DRYH to get into? I've been thinking about picking it up.

>>215357

Flavour wise?

I can be a little weird at first - insomnia gives super powers and access to dimensional fuckery, as well as a whole other world full of crazy shit like an infinite airplane and a kingdom of wax. The way you "Win" DRYH is by learning to sleep again, which thus hides you from the fever dream.

The kind of group which would like something like CoC would like this.

Gameplay wise?

Dead simple. The GM rolls dice dependent upon how dangerous the threat/risk is, your roll is a mix of Discipline Dice(normal dice, always rolled), Exhaustion Dice when using your exhaustion skill (Reverse fate points), and madness die using some magic (0-6, shit gets fucked up). What die is highest determines the type of success - painful, exhausting, disciplined or maddening (using up fight or flight responses).

There's also more traditional fate points, but when you use them the GM gets one to fuck you up (or the reverse order of that, it's been a while).

Gearing up to run it in a few weeks time, any ideas for setting and theme? I think I got a good one, but would love some help.

>>215279

Ran a game with my little bro and little sis.

Spent half the game laughing at my little brother's character, who was built entirely around his paranoid fear of OWLS.

It was fun, but not exactly what I'd expect from DRYH. Still, fun.

I played it once, short game, 3 sessions.

I was a private investigator.

It was pretty fun.

>>215445

>It was fun, but not exactly what I'd expect from DRYH.

No, I'd say it fits perfectly.

>>215395

>I can be a little weird at first - insomnia gives super powers and access to dimensional fuckery, as well as a whole other world full of crazy shit like an infinite airplane and a kingdom of wax.

You forgot to say that both the player and GM need to be deeply involved and work rogether well for the game to go smoothly. You need to have a good idea of the arc your character will go through, but also have some skill at improvisation. Same goes for the GM.

>>215279

Sorry, I'm not familiar with this system and it doesn't have a 1d4chan article either.

What do you do? What dice do you use?

>>217146

>Sorry, I'm not familiar with this system and it doesn't have a 1d4chan article either.

It's right here, dude.

https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Don't_Rest_Your_Head

Who is Officer Tock?

>>221089

Lawful Stupid, given form. He's also been given access to a legion of clockwork officers, who are relatively dangerous in large enough numbers.

He's also allied with the Tacks Man, who takes a tax in the form of your memories; the Tacks Man supplies Officer Tock with needle-nosed hounds that can pin you down and hold you in place while the Tacks Man comes to collect.

>>221154

>Lawful Stupid

Applicability of alignments aside, he really isn't. At least, not Stupid.

The thing with Officer Tock is that his "theme" is Order, hence the clockwork motif. He's obsessed with making everything nice and orderly, down to the minute. As pointed out by the book, this sometimes results in him having lapses of conscience or brief fugues, which an Awakened can explit to get to safety before he turns his attention back to them. This is so not because he's dumb or naything like that, but because he has his own schedule that he follows to the last detail with the commitment of a madman. Mad City, remember?

Take a look at the conditions under which his power increases. They all revolve around the theme of order and the preservation thereof. He gets more powerful after getting a warrant for your arrest, because you'd have to be a big troublemaker for him to get said warrant. He's stronger while in District 13 because that's where his order is the law, or vice versa (the line is rather thin and blurry). And he gets a power boost during the Thirteenth Hour because that's when the most trouble and disorder starts.

I tend to picture Tock as someone who is all about efficiency and proper conduct. He punishes you because you're taking up his time and disrupting his perfect order. He is relatively easy to persuade into a reasonable agreement, but nigh impossible to bribe. The best argument to use with him is that whatever you're going to do will help enforce his order, or that you want to be a good citizen. He is harsh and inflexible but not cruel. He doesn't beat you to a bloody pulp and throw you in jail because it makes his minute hand tick, but because you're upsetting the Order that defines everything he is and stands for. Tock will leave you alone if you don't make a ruckus and will not persecute you without good evidence. Then again, the Awake lifestyle often means you'll eventuallly run afoul of him.

>>215279

This is literally my entire life except there's only one of me. Don't forget to add in a crappy job I hate.

>>221717

>pls respond

>>221239

I've always liked how all of the crunch is neatly summed up in one page you can print and give to your friends.

>>221223

How do you feel about the Sonichu knockoff then?

>>221154

>character alignments

Fuck off

>>221223

>1d4chan

>>215288

38 days and this is still up.

did we migrate to masterchan?

Well, this is an interesting bit of Serendipity. It just so happens I cannot sleep atm, due to particual chronic affliction of mine. Imma stat meself cause I've got nothing better to do.

Name: Anon. Nemo works to.

What's been keeping you up? My fucking TMJ. When the pain in the hinge of my jaw I need to try and sleep in a chair. Gravity helps pull the blood away from my head, and fights the inflamation a bit. When the pain is caused by the tension in my neck muscles, I try to sleep in my bed with space pillow to give my neck the most comfy. Some nights it's both at once, then I'm just fucked.

What Just happened to you? Well, fucking Feb. screwed me all up. I thought I was doing good managing my meds, that I had some pain free/light days so when It started coming hard I took extra. Wrongo, numbnuts. It's been a full day without meds, and I can't get my refil till saturday. Yay. Also there's fucking owl outside my window, and he seems to know the EXACT FUCKING MOMENT I get so focused I forget he's there, so he reminds me and makes me jump. Oh yeah, the glow from my lappy isn't really helping my night vision, so I can't see shit right now…and thinking about that is really starting to creep me out. Moving on!

What lies on the surface? Dude with a build like Hacksaw Jim Duggan, shoulder length hair, beard and glasses. If you've been to a gamming con, you've seen me, even if it wasn't me. Terribly uncomfotable around strangers, goes all Melvin from office space if anyone unfamiler pays attention. But in a large crowd I can flip to prickly fuck no one wants to deal with. Good for getting past the kiosk assholes in malls.

What lies beneath? The first layer is edgelord. I get a kick out of showing memes to the faggots I game with. Same as most of you, I imagine. It's fun to watch the normalfags squirm over shit you don't bat an eye at. The second layer is nihilist. Playing on edgelord, I pretend I hate everyone and everything. Because I just don't want to get to close to people. Beyond that is Emo. The little kid that first figured out the world wasn't a nice place and had no idea how to handle it. Only then do you reach me. The tired oldfag who wishes things were better but has no faith they ever will be, and not enough fight left in him to try and change it himself. I just…exist, and try to wring what fun I can from life until it's done.Given the amount of shit wrong with my body, that's gonna be sooner rather than later.

What's his path? On the outside, looking in. You pay attention to others, to what they say, what they do, what they feel. So that you can live, if only for a moment. It gives you some amazing insight into how people work at times. I could be a great mentor, if I could only figure out how to get some kid who thinks they know everything to listen to my advice. Since I WAS that kid, I don't hold out hope of ever reaching said kid. So I keep my thoughts to myself. I watch people race towards their own destruction, and I say nothing because I don't think they'll listen anyway. I knew my little cousin was going to end up with barley a high school education, a kid, and a man who bailed when he got the news, because that's just how her mother was. I watched it all play out just like I predicted, shook my head, and walked away without ever lifting a finger to stop it. Alright, so not much of a good story, I guess, just an empty narrator the audience can easily replace themselves with.

Discipline 3

madness 0

Fight 1

Flight 2

Exhastion Tallent: Fortitude. Not just mental, physical as well. Even though dragging myself back to my feet and going on is exhasting, just laying there waiting to die isn't my style, nor is an heroing. It's in the blood. After my grandmother died, my grandfather took up smoking because an heroing was also not an option. Took a decade for the lung cancer to set in and take him, despite WANTING to die the whole time. Till then the old fart was shoveling his own snow, raking his own leaves, mowing his own yard.

Madness Talent: Berserker. Another Gift of my blood. I haven't tapped into this in a long while, due to avoiding situations where it's necessary. But at times all the passiveness falls away, buried in a red haze. And then I hurt people. A lot. But like I said, I burried this bit deep deep down inside a long time ago.

Alright enough of this blogpost shit. I'm going to take a double dose of excedrin, gargle with Orajel and try and sleep for real.

>>225165

>Oh yeah, the glow from my lappy isn't really helping my night vision, so I can't see shit right now

Get a program or something that'll put a red filter over your screen, if you have Windows NegativeScreen should do the trick. Red light helps preserve your night-vision, so use it when it's getting dark and you should be able to actually see.

Otherwise, nice writing.

>>225165

>Alright enough of this blogpost shit. I'm going to take a double dose of excedrin, gargle with Orajel and try and sleep for real.

Anon was never seen again.

>>225956

Hah, nice one! Though it breaks down when you remember that Ladies in Hating are old hags, not 20-30something spoiled divas.

>>225956

What the fuck, Bioware.

>>226049

It's called a glamour Anon (also loads and loads and loads of makeup.)

>>221239

Thanks for this, anon. This game has stirred something in me that's lain dormant for well over a decade. I wanna run a game again.

The lions share of my GMing was with 2nd ed Plansscape, I had fucking everything. For me, the atmosphere was important than the geograpy. Like how William Gibson describes settings more by how they feel, then what they look like. Character interaction was vital, and growth was a consequence of that, more than xp and lootz.

This game is custom tailored to be just like that. And it's got the dark underbelly that really tickles the goth kid I was in High School. yes, I did stay up till 2 am drinking coffee and smoking cloves at the Village Inn

I've already decided there is going to be a point to my Mad City. The whole thing is like a spirit quest. If a PC can follow their path, grow and ultimately finish their story before the nightmares get them then I will allow them to return to being Asleep. Memories of the Mad City intact. Obviously, the charter is retired and no longer playable, but in the context of the mechanics the char losses their madness dice and tallent in exchange for a fourth discipline die.

That's what it is. You get called to the Mad City by your own subconscious, to defeat the nightmares and your own flaws that stop you from become your idealized self.

Even got my helpfull quest giver/ info dumper NPC ready. He's based on the Outsider, from Dishonered. He looks similar to and has many of the same mannerisms. He's awake, with the powers of a Blaze Blue observer. Super dupper solipsism, effectively. What he acknowledges as real, IS real.What he refuses to see, is not.

He knows what the Mad City's real deal is, and he knows exactly how he could get out himself. But he's trapped by his own weakness. 3 boxes of Flight. He's to afraid of failure to try and do anything for himself, so instead he contents himself to try and play self help guru to the awake that cross his path.

My group meets on Saturdays for a fixed game, and thrusdays for whathave you. Board games, vidya, and lighter rpgs stuff. So I might just be able to get an ensemble char gen going tomorrow evening.

>>226391

So TL;DR: You're gonna run a Silent Hill game?

>>226407

I've only played the first game, so I don't think so?

At least, any similarity are entirely unintentional. I AM planning on making a new nightmare for each of my players. One custom tailored to their story. Unless someone makes like a 12 year old orphan boy, or a char with an equally obvious pre-existing nightmare.

>>226427

Real spoiler:

All of the Silent Hill games are psychological shenanigans. Each incarnation of SH is centered around a different character's personal demons; this is why the town changes between games, and why there's different monsters in each game.

>>226506

The second is reportedly the best.

>>228311

Name? Theme? Modus operandi?

Come on anon, don't be such a cocktease.

>>228325

Ohhhh. What about Stiches for a name?

He's coming for me. AGAIN. I can hear that damn lullaby. And here I am, sitting in a corner and staring at this tricycle. It's important, but why? I've got to get back to the City Slumbering, figure it out. Until then it's useless. He's getting closer. He'll find me. He always does. What time is it?

13:15

Fuck me.

STICHES

There are moments in out lives that act as milestones. When a peice of yourself is spun off and lost forever. The day you stopped believing in Santa. The day you never spoke to your stuffed bear again. The day you realize it will take the combined gross income of the job you want to pay for the education you need to get that job. The day your teenage son looks you dead in the eyes and tells you you don't know what it's like to be a kid, and all you can think about is the time you said the same thing to your father, and how wrong you were.

Most of the time, those moments go unnonticed at the time. It's only some time after they pass that you notice that something is missing. Sometimes, that something ends up in the Mad City. Once, many of those somethings came togother, and on that day, in that place, Stiches was born.

Stiches appears as a human sized patchwork bunnie. With a scrunched up face that's more reminiscent of a hissing rat, than a stuffed toy. His patches are horribly mismatched, clashing, threadbare and tattered. At all times, the sound of a lullaby played by a wind up music box can be heard around him.

Stitches never speaks, never runs. He is a patent hunter, his victory as inevitable as the moments from which he was born. He stalks his chosen prey through the streets of the Mad City, letting them exhaust themselves attempting to flee, until he corners them. Inside his paws he has curved claws, like a cats, but sideways. His claws rotate, and there is thread at the end, so the when he swipes a paw across his prey they, in fact, get stitches. He also uses his paws to sew himself back togother, should he be damaged.

Of course, even should both arms be removed and his patchwork body be burned to cinders it dosen't matter, Somehow, someway, he will reform and resume his hunt.

Invariably, Stiches chooses to hunt those who have contributed to him. The only way to get him off your trail for good is to reclaim that peice of yourself. You must find things iconic of the times your innocence died, and give them to him. It WILL make him stronger, but adding more of yourself to him draws the piece he took to those moments, like beads of mercury pooling together. Only then can you carve him open and reclaim yourself. At which point he will lose interest in you. But as long as people grow up, Stiches will be there.

Pain DIce: 6

Every token of the past gives stiches =1 pain die. Once he's up by +3 he's vulnerable.

at least, I assume a full, in book style write up is what you meant by moar