Showing posts with label Call of Cthulhu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Call of Cthulhu. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Like Delta Green, but with Expense Reports

The people who did the Doctor Who RPG (which, from looking at the rules a bit, holds no interest for me) are releasing something I'm very, very intrigued by:


A RPG based on Charles Stross' excellent "Bob Howard" novels. If you haven't read them, you should if you like H.P. Lovecraft, the idea magic is a branch of pure mathematics, espionage thrillers or parodies thereof, nerd in-jokes and sardonic British wit about bureaucracy and certain doom.

If you've ever played Delta Green, it's that but British and with a sense of humor.

Ever since reading The Atrocity Archives I've thought an RPG would be great: Blowing holes through undead Nazis with a Hand of Glory, holding back uncouth horrors with a containment pentagram drawn with conductive Sharpie and powered by your custom smart phone, and if shit really hits the fan crossing into a level 3 space-time rift, basilisk gun at the ready, to shut the damn thing down.

The fact this uses the Basic Roleplaying System, which I consider the most straight-forward out there, only adds icing to the cake. Now... if only I could find someone willing and able to run a game, because this is something I'd much rather play than GM.

Friday, May 28, 2010

And suddenly, there were players. No Yellow Sign required.


Oh ho ho.

So. Last week I picked up used copies of the Player's and Dungeon Master's guides (3.0, because flipping through 4 just confused me and they didn't have the player's in 3.5). Then we headed over to some friends' house, and I carried the books in with me because I knew they'd get a kick out of them.

Turns out they'd be willing to play.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Let's Make Stuff: I Go, You Go, We All Go "A Mi-go!!!"


The Fungi from Yuggoth, also known as Mi-go but I can't call them that because "a Mi-go" somehow fails to instill terror in my heart, happens to be my favorite Lovecraftian race. Don't talk to me 'bout no Deep Ones. We've got an island full of them here in North Carolina. And the Elder Things look like an angry wine barrel with a starfish on top.