Some time during the Enlightenment, a foolish and vain scholar stumbled upon a way to create bonds of Love through ritual and sacrifice. With a sacrifice of merely thousands of lives, every child born and ever to be born could be infused with a bond of Love tied to the spirit of the earth itself, rendering humanity immune to the depredation of the Feeders. He began the ritual posthaste: We know now that time as the French Revolution.

And for a while, it seemed as if he was successful. The Feeders nearly died out.

But he had made one error. There were certain Feeders who were strong enough to strike at even those protected by Love. Only the weakest, of course. Those already nearly at the edge of society, kept inside only by the thinnest of threads: A shared obsession, a single childhood friend, a mother who refused to give up. When the lesser Feeders died, these were the only ones left.

And they reproduced.

Now the Feeders are strong enough to attack even those once thought safe. And with the science of the Enlightenment and the Industrial Revolution came the suppression of the mystical arts that allowed humans to fight off the Feeders. The arts have been lost: Modern day mysticism and magic are useless, pale reflections of real rituals with no conviction or power.

You, the player, were Fed upon. You went insane. You were locked up, treated with the best modern medicine had to offer, but you are still... broken. But yet, you are elevated. You can see the Feeders, sense them, fight them.

But it is a lonely fight against an enemy normal humans do not even acknowledge to exist, as a man no one has reason to take seriously. But you have to fight them. Otherwise, everyone else will end up just. Like. You.

LAUGH ALL YOU WANT SUN! BUT WE HAVE MARIO! AND HE'LL KICK YOUR ASS!

Oh, love. How droll.

In a shocking twist, in the end you turn out to be just a lunatic making things up in your head.
OR ARE YOU?

In a more shocking twist, YOU FIND LOVE.

>>4642582

Hmm. Potential interest, but right now it's very vague.

Also you're begging for an 80's movie end. LOVE CONQUER ALL LOL.

>>4642624
The point is it's too late for that. The protection Love granted is gone, too weak to resist the new generation of more powerful Feeders. Your fight is inherently hopeless and unending, unless you can find a way to protect people with something more powerful.

Your idea is quite good, and more believable than Scientology if you made it into a religion. It would go great into a book we wouldn't read. It would be enjoyed by internet groups consisting of more females than males. But here, in /tg/, a board which does not know of love, this is not relevant to our interests.

This is not bad, not bad at all, mind you, but it contains the word "love," and fa/tg/uys either don't understand it or don't want to talk about it.

>>4642711

Or are more concerned with things far more important.

>>4642650
Some random ideas for potential plots:

Previously, the Feeders looked like unfathomable things from Bosch paintings or Lovecraft. However, as the new ones feed on humans closer and closer to "normal," they seem to be growing more human as well. Are they becoming something that could potentially be reasoned with, that could coexist? Should we be fighting them at all?

More chillingly, are they replacing us?


The doctors declared you "cured" awhile back. But you still see the things. You don't tell anyone, because they'd think you're crazy. But you've found you don't need to sleep anymore. So you've been going out at night with a tire iron, beating the things until they flee. Makes you feel better. But now someone's told you what they are. What they do to people. What they did to you.
Now you've got real reason to fight them.

But your family is getting worried. Watching you.
With the things you see and fight every night, how much longer can you pretend to be normal? How much longer can you avoid being sent back to be "cured" again?

>>4642650
Oh, gods, it's an ending like the Wizard of Oz.
In fighting to prevent others from experiencing the endless misery the characters feel, the characters find out they had compassion within them all along; therefore, they have love.

>>4642762
That's missing the point again. Your characters were close-to-normal people: They knew Love before. It didn't save them. It won't save anyone anymore. They're the only thing between the Feeders and the world for the perceivable future.

Can I suggest the sysem known as "Dread" for this game of yous?

...Actually, have you read Don't Rest Your Head, good sir?

>>4642750

>>4642864
To be perfectly honest, it was reading through Don't Lose Your Mind and the Creepy Moments at the same time that prompted this idea.

>>4642831
Huh, never heard of that one. Do tell.

Questions for OP (in the interest of improving and building on ideas):
Love functions as a ward which has since been broken through, yes?
Most people are not comfortable with the word "love." Can we get a different word or phrase to replace this?
Are the feeders physical, ethereal, or metaphorical? Elaborate on their appearance.
Are they mindless forces/creatures of (super)nature, or something more?
What are the symptoms of being "fed" on before the all-out insanity?

>>4642952
Suggest a word then. I can't think of a better one for the concept..

Yes, it was a ward, and yes, it is broken. I was thinking along the lines of drug-resistant bacteria. You kill almost all of them with an antibiotic, and the ones that are left are the strong ones...

Feeders look different to different people, because you're perceiving something you weren't meant to perceive. I was envisioning something like a creature of dream made flesh: mutable, shaped by perception and belief.

As for whether they're just a force of nature or something more, that's a decision I'd prefer to leave vague intentionally, leaves more possibilities for plots.

Symptoms: Loss of connection with things you once loved. Feeling as if something is watching you. Listlessness. A strong desire to be alone.

>>4642511
You could change love to something like "MANLINESS" and it would work just as well and please /tg/.

But you've made your choice and I think I like it.

>>4642650

>>unless you can find a way to protect people with something more powerful.

RAGE! HATRED! RIGHTEOUS FURY! FAITH!

This could make an interesting mechanic, two different sources of alternate power to love.

The Will to Survive:
Hate, rage, fear, greed and lust etc. Primal urges that spur you on to feats of greatness as you sear the night with your burning desire to live.

The Will to Power:
Faith, Sacrifice, other stuff more intelligent fa/tg/uys could fill in for me. To drive back that which looms over humanity for something greater than yourself, to protect humanity because they still hold something you don't or because they hold an ideal you truly believe in.

>>4643101
Hmm, that's actually an interesting idea...

Each of the Broken has a way of protecting himself from the Feeders, and can try and teach these methods to the mundanes, if they'll listen. The only one that no longer functions is Love, since the Feeders have grown so resistant. These methods determine the way the Broken fight.

>>4643156

I agreed with this guy:
>>4642711
at first, but the whole "Love has been replaced by RAGE and RIGHTEOUS FURY" thing completely turned it around. Please continue.

>>4643040
"This force of connection, which some would call love, is what..."
Using something like that, you can hand wave the L-word away. Binding sounds more nerd-friendly.

>>4643156
Hmm... all-mental combat against the Feeders, perhaps? By channeling a virtue, the broken can fight off, perhaps even destroy the Feeders. Of course, the broken will be subject to more than just Feeders, so non-virtue abilities will be needed as well. Mundane items of sentimental value can be wielded against the Feeders. The more people who hold the object dear, and the more important it is to those people, the more effective it is at destroying the Feeders.

I'm beginning to enjoy this. If nothing else, it can easily become awesome with a little grim-n'-darkification.

>>4642650
HATE! LOVE IS THE WEAK MEWLING OF KITTENS ABOUT TO BE SMASHED WITH A HAMMER! HATE IS THE ROAR OF A BEAST CAPABLE OF DEVOURING ENDLESS WORLDS! FUCK LOVE, KILL SHIT!

>>4643252
What about symbols? Like those little statue of liberty things?

>>4643252
I like you ideas sir.

But there's one thing I am wondering about, how do you turn your own fear into a weapon? My idea in >>4643101 was based around the lantern corps actually, see /co/ for details, only on a more metaphysical level.

So would fear be using your power to inspire fear or something like being so totally terrified that your body/mind creates some kind of defense like adrenaline rushes? Maybe having powerful negative emotions forced upon them hurt the Feeders, like poison to them or you use your maddening fear to summon horrors from your own mind to do battle with them?

AAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNDDDDD IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
IIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU

>>4643311
I haven't thought about fear, or negative emotions yet. But using your rage to poison the enemy would be awesome.
Summoning horrors from your own mind to combat them is in Persona territory. This could be good or bad.

I was thinking more on the light side of things.
Even though this is also entering Persona territory, I was thinking of using the seven big virtues, minus love/charity, because that one is dead, then cutting down or editing the list to allow for better mechanics (if we can't find a good system). Prudence, Justice, Temperance (Constitution-equivalent), Courage (Stregnth-equivalent), Faith, and Hope (Hope may need to be replaced with something more manly.). With six stats, you could stat out a whole avatar-like creature to fight for you.

More Grim-and-Dark "virtues" could include Fury (mental strength or damage), Fortitude (mental constitution or defense), and Fastidiousness (mental dexterity or finesse... I really just chose this because it also begins with an F.). I'm slightly more fond of these, because they are darker and more grim. You could tack these on to anything and get results.

>>4642511
Honestly, I would rather have a concept that goes the other direction; Love is Bad. While it does let one surpass one's natural boundaries it comes at a price or something. Perhaps instead have the Feeders eat Love and become strong to try and enslave humans to force more Love? But evil Love

>>4642515
I now know exactly what it is like to be tsundere. I bet there are a bunch of fa/tg/uys who are thinking "It-it's not like I like you, or anything, Bonds of Love setting; I'm just reading these posts because I have nothing better to do."

>>4643637
That mental image is horribly disturbing

How about each monster eating different emotions, making that emotion completely useless against that one.
Anger = Mostly offensive
Fear = running, hiding
Bravery = Shielding
Pride = debuffing enemy
happiness = buff group

Each emotion is like a skill group, and is also a raw stat, that is used for making checks, which are applied whenever it would be necessarry, and when determining if a skill under that emotion would be successful.

>>4643604
That's another very interesting concept...

When certain Feeders become intelligent, they realize that they can "domesticate" their sources of food. The first major attempt was the Free Love movement in the 70s...

The peopled prayed on by feeders are mad right? So maybe madness is their power set?

Homicidal rage is obvious but how about delusional fear based characters that build a fantasy to defend them self? So the rager goes nuts and has good durability and attack strength like any physical class, can take a hit and dish it out. Maybe the longer he fights the tougher he gets as he gets more and more angry.

Where as the delusional fear character is the caster class, capable of some amazing feats but is fragile due to their poor defenses? In opposition to the rager he fares worse during long battles, he loses more and more of himself to his fear.

Then you could have on the side of power something like faith and defiance.

Faith believes he must give his life to protect humanity, a sort of paladin class mix defender with healer. He'll do anything to preserve human life, even at the cost of his own.

Defiance wants to burn his life out by spitting it into the face of the feeders, spurring on others with courage and dealing massive damage. He'll do anything to put an end to the feeders, even if it costs him his life.

The difference between say a defiance character and a rage one would be attitude, rage is just mindless anger as fuel to survive and more defensive over defiance which is willingly putting yourself in danger to strike out at the feeders.

>>4644145
This setting just feels like it should be in a classless system, similar to Call of Cthulhu, or Unknown Armies.
If we do go down the summoning route, the classes could count as avatars of varying levels.

>>4643637
Someone needs to draw tsundere /tg/-tan now.

>>4644284
Think of them as more like the spheres in Mage.

JE SUIS NAPOLEON!!

>>4644536
..That was random.

>>4644536

>>French Revolution

>>You went insane

ADD is a bitch, ain't it?

>>4644482
I haven't read mage, nor do I intend to soon.
Elaborate on the spheres, and relate them to the setting and mechanics thereof, plz.
I have a feeling you will contribute much to this.

>>4644363
For the disturbing image I pictured, it was a fat, pimpled neckbeard with stains on his shirt and bits of food in his neckbeard (in other words, something hideous) blushing and saying this while looking as cute as he possibly can. It is strange, and a mental image which should not be thought of; therefore, we need a drawfag to draw this. I severely lack drawing skills, but if this thread is still alive when I get back and nobody has drawn adequately the terrible image spawned from my diseased imagination, I might draw something and scan it... no promises of quality.

>>4644693
Heheh, I'm flattered but I don't know mage very well either. Just a base understanding of it.

Basically Mages have powers separated into various spheres of influence, for example life and death or force and time. There's a set of skills/spells within each sphere that run to that flavour, for example life deals with disease, evolution, healing, metamorphosis, vigour etc. There's nothing stopping you taking life and death or any other combination I think.

So you break up your alternate power sources into spheres like anger/hate, fear, defiance and so on. Choosing your sphere will help describe how you'll play the character due to the nature of the sphere but it won't make you any class, nothing wrong with having a rager who is driven to anger by fear or a jealous defiant.

Also just came up with: Jealousy, envy of power/love what have you lets you take on certain abilities and maybe even let you slowly become a feeder yourself. Interesting fluff sphere but no idea about crunch.

>>4643255

GLORY AND FAME
BLOOD IS OUR NAME
SOULS FULL OF THUNDER
HEARTS OF STEEL

>>4644693
Greg?

How would Selfishness work against Feeders?

1 Dot — Initiate
With one dot in an Arcanum, an initiate can:
• Gain mystical knowledge about and understanding of phenomena within the Arcanum’s purview. Called the Practice of Knowing.
• Elementary manipulation of phenomena within the Arcanum’s purview, enough to activate them and/or impart directions. Practice of Compelling.
• Gain sensory perception of phenomena within the Arcanum’s purview. Practice of Unveiling

2 Dots — Apprentice
With two dots in an Arcanum, an apprentice can:
• Exert elementary command and control over phenomena within the purview of the Arcanum. Practice of Ruling.
• Conceal, camouflage or hide phenomena within the Arcanum’s purview from scrutiny. Practice of Veiling.
• Protect a target against attacks, usually by providing points of armor. Practice of Shielding.
In addition, he can perform advanced-level applications of the 1st-dot practices.

>>4647234
3 Dots — Disciple
With three dots in an Arcanum, a disciple can:
• Alter the capabilities or functions of phenomena within the Arcanum’s purview. Practice of Weaving.
• Injure a target. Practice of Fraying.
• Fortify, bolster or improve phenomena within the
Arcanum’s purview. Practice of Perfecting.
In addition, he can perform advanced-level applications of the 1st and 2nd-dot practices.

4 Dots — Adept
With four dots in an Arcanum, an adept can:
• Transform phenomena within the Arcanum’s purview into related phenomena or shapes, or replace their capabilities or functions with different ones. Practice of Patterning.
• Significantly injure a target, degrade its capabilities or negatively transform it. Practice of Unraveling.
In addition, he can perform more advanced-level applications of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd-dot practices.

I quite like it, but I'm sure you'll get faggots who won't get the Love concept, and will only be able to think of modern day love instead of the love expressed by, for example, the Elizabethan poets and scholars.

>>4647249
5 Dots — Master
With five dots in an Arcanum, a master can:
• Create phenomena within the Arcanum’s purview from nothing. Practice of Making.
• Destroy or mutilate a target. Practice of Unmaking. In addition, he can perform advanced-level applications of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th-dot practices.

>>4647250

So at what point in history did True Love die?

>>4647250
Can love bloom on the battlefield?

change "love" into "beards and axes" FUCK YEAH

If we look at this from a historical context, it might make more sense for "Honor" to be what the Feeders are now inoculated against. Honor used to be a huge deal. Society-transforming. Nowadays, not so much. "Love" is still a pretty huge deal. End even if it's not in our circles, the old enlightenment version of "Love" still has significant power in society, especially in those kooky fringes.

In fact, if we throw some psychology in here, Love is the primary mechanic behind Dialectical Behavioral Therapy, which does do a lot to "cure" depression and the sorts of things these feeders cause in the setting. DBT basically goes "Learn to love yourself, learn to let others love you, and wow, watch everything get better." And believe it or not, it works.

Maybe "Honor" used to be the old "Love." Love of the self, allowing others to love you through good action and good thought. But now that the Honor part is gone, all that's left of "Love" is the warm fuzzy feeling of acceptance, forgiveness and passion.

Basically what I'm saying is, if I were to play a character in this setting, I'd be pretty disappointed that "Love" was off limits as a character's conviction, or as a healing, protective force against the feeders. There are probably other things that make more sense to be what the feeders are "immune to."

I mean, think about it. The sacrifice of the french revolution to cause a binding force of Honor with the earth? Such a dishonorable act leading to the inoculation - no wonder the feeders learned to bypass it, and Honor as a whole was culturally cheapened all over the world, and turned into little more than a buzzword to manipulate the masses. No one believes in honor anymore.

>>4642711
"maybe this is what the world calls love"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9V2hNiRCg0&feature=related

>>4647520
Hmmm... That's an interesting idea.

Am I the only one who started hearing Queensryche when I read this thread?

I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE

We are chained to the earth with bonds of Beards and Axes.
Not the paltry, lower-case beards and axes that we grow/fight with without knowing the true Beards and Axes, but the sort that makes men dive in front of speeding cars to bump them away to save a child, or throw themselves at an unstoppable foe to cleave it asunder to save their loved ones. Beards and Axes of this caliber and intensity forms a connection between two people, or a person and a concept, that binds their spirit and soul to the earth and keeps it safe from harm.

But there are those who have never known Beards and Axes. These people tend to come to bad ends. People say that this is because that sort of isolation is bad for the mind, bad for the soul, but this confuses a cause and an effect.

The real cause is the Feeders.

The Feeders devour the mind-stuff of those not protected by the bonds, leaving them shells, pathetic and gay. Or at least, this is what used to happen...

Some time during the Enlightenment, a foolish and vain scholar stumbled upon a way to create bonds of Beards and Axes through ritual and sacrifice. With a sacrifice of merely thousands of lives, every child born and ever to be born could be infused with a bond of Beards and Axes tied to the spirit of the earth itself, rendering humanity immune to the depredation of the Feeders. He began the ritual posthaste: We know now that time as the French Revolution.

And for a while, it seemed as if he was successful. The Feeders nearly died out.

But he had made one error. There were certain Feeders who were strong enough to strike at even those protected by Beards and Axes. Only the weakest, of course. Those already nearly at the edge of manliness, kept inside only by the thinnest of threads: A shared obsession, a single preferred beer, a friend who refused to give up. When the lesser Feeders died, these were the only ones left.

And they reproduced.

Now the Feeders are strong enough to attack even those once thought safe. And with the science of the Enlightenment and the Industrial Revolution came the suppression of the Dwarf-like arts that allowed humans to fight off the Feeders. The arts have been lost: Modern day melee combat and runic magic are useless, pale reflections of real rituals with no conviction or power.

You, the player, were Fed upon and raped by a homosexual. You went insane. You were locked up, treated with the best modern medicine had to offer, but you are still... broken. But yet, you are elevated. You can see the Feeders, sense them, fight them.

But it is a lonely fight against an enemy normal humans do not even acknowledge to exist, as a man no one has reason to take seriously. But you have to fight them. Otherwise, everyone else will end up just. Like. You.

I form the motherfucking Imperium of Man and use the power of HATRED to dominate the world.

>>4648259
A fa/tg/uy as EMPRAH? DO NOT WANT

>>4648336
Sitting on a throne for some thousand year and can't get the ass up...that would explain a lot.

>>4647250
Too warm and fuzzy. Needs more grim darkness.

>>4648116
>>4648162
I would go with this, but Beards and Axes actually failed, so that would be impossible. The basic idea of replacing "love" with any phrase is what will make this setting widely accepted, rather than passed by because we are all broken shells of people.

>>4647234...
>>4647520
So, by mastering Anger, Fear, Sadness, Joy, Surprise, and/or Disgust (six base emotions, it seems like the best ones to use) domains, the broken gain supernatural abilities related to those domains. From what I can guess, OP wanted something a little more subtle, but it has never not been fun to wave your hand and have the police officer questioning you violently throw up.

>>4648259
This is a possible end.

At this point, we will more input from OP to keep this thread going.

I hold my breath, holding my tire-iron in hand. The beasts, the.. feeders were close, and I'm getting tired of running, at least we're in a quiet area now, away from people.

I look at the beaten up tire-iron in my hand, an old friend that's been with me since I was thirteen. The dents and the smell of grease brings memories of so many cars and so many friends and beers and good times, and a few bad times along with it.

I can hear the scuttles and the scurrying of the feeders getting closer and take a deep breath. I can feel anger running through my veins and as it extends into my weapon. I turn to face them, the jet black, spiderlike creatures.

I can see the moon's light shining on them as the park's trees rustle. I've seen what they do to people, innocent people, to the old, to the young... to me.

I raise my tire-iron and feel the anger. I swing for one as it jumps for me and hear the crack as it hits it's chitinous skin. I let out a scream and run for the next one.

It was going to be a long night.

>>4648570
I'm Beards and Axesing this.

So I'm reading this thread, but I'm not quite sure on what it contains. So far we've got these so called "Feeders" who feed on love, for a lack of a better word. Are they like creatures that attach themselves to your brain, or are they like ghosts or creatures that live in a parallel dimension or "alternate existance" that consists of emotions entirely?

Also, do they feed on emotions or beliefs? Do you fight them with a weapon of with your brain? Do you just punch spectres out of peoples head, or do you sit down and meditate to enter "spirit zone" where you can see/fight them?

Someone sum up this thread so far please, it's all so vague & confusing.

Neckbeards don't like Love! Neckbeards like GRIMDARK!

>>4648680
I'm not OP, but..

>>Are they like creatures that attach themselves to your brain, or are they like ghosts or creatures that live in a parallel dimension or "alternate existance" that consists of emotions entirely?

This isn't answered by the OP. It seems to be something that drains people, given form. The form is, essentially, whatever you want it to be.

>>Also, do they feed on emotions or beliefs?
Not given yet/

>>Do you fight them with a weapon of with your brain?
I did some writefaggotry with weapon, but extra powars from emotion that you make real. I don't know what the OP is looking for.

>>Do you just punch spectres out of peoples head, or do you sit down and meditate to enter "spirit zone" where you can see/fight them?
It seems to me that you just see them and fight them in normal life, so you can look a little crazy

>>4648680
I think the feeders were repelled by THE POWER OF LOVE, but appearently you can just as well use RAGE against them. Or something, I dunno.

>>4648693
or, alternatively, Beards and Axes

>>4648725
Well if people see you fighting an invisible enemy they will think you are crazy. If they see you fighting an invisible enemy and getting your flesh torn of your body they will probably think that something is going on and investigate.

Solution: Disbelief.

>>4648789
I'm thinking...
Two worlds, which intersect.
One of the beings, and one of humans.
normal people can't see the world of the beings, but the broken ones can. any damage that's dealt to you by the creatures deal you actual damage, but it's not visible by the humans, until, of course, you actually die, and the internal damage is seen by the autopsy. sometimes, the death is just plain inexplicable.

>>4648789
That could be sort of fun, if they don't have any physical form then the injuries you suffer would also be mental, or dare I say illusionary. Kind of like:

-OH SHIT! THING JUST TORE MY FUCKING LEG OFF!
-Mommy, why is that mister holding his leg and yelling?

>>4648829

Heartless: the Broken

>>4648852
Broken: the Heartless

>>4648852
screw that naming convention.

>>4648852
I almost threw up in my mouth a little. I really hope we don't let this thing turn into a grimdark WoD rip-off. I like the two linked worlds idea, but make it more like a "dream world" (yeah, it's probably been done to death) that reflects the feelings and beliefs of humans, not completely unlike the warp from 40k, but less... random, instead more like a twin.

>>4648852
>Heartless: The Broken
>Heartless
>Kingdom Hearts

>>4648920
WoD called, they want their shadow realm back

>>4648920
sorry, but >>4648934 is right about that. The idea is becoming very close and very doable on a wod system.

>>4648680
Their form is intentionally vague: This is one of those settings where the answer to "what does the enemy look like" is "what do you THINK it looks like?"

As for what they feed on, it isn't that they feed on emotions or beliefs. They feed on your personality. Different Feeders hit different parts of it first, leading to varying mental illnesses, e.g. a Feeder that tends to destroy your emotional regulation and control first leads to maniac-depression, one that targets your ability to make sense of the world leads to schizophrenia, etc.

As for fighting them, the point is that to the Broken the Feeders are now physical creatures they can see and strike. Imagine walking into someone's home to see a creature you remember seeing once in a nightmare you once had, lurking behind someone, manibles/tentables/mouth-parts clamped around their skull... as the mundanes walk right through it and around it and never even notice.

>>4649120
damage from feeders to broken, what do they do then?

>>4649162
They're physical creatures to the Broken now, so they can hurt the Broken physically. However, they are still something inherently not of the material world, so they can't directly interact with the bodies of the Broken.

Since the Broken are initially immune to their usual mental attacks, they resort to attacking them directly. From the perception of a human, their swipes pass straight through their targets, but the target feels as if he has been hit, because the Feeder has slashed away some of his vitality, some of his life. If his vitality gets too low, his defenses fail, and the Feeders descend upon easy prey like sharks that sense blood...

>>4649211
sounds pretty awesome. Can you write a bit more about how it all works, because you have left it very vague in a lot of the areas.

>>4649291
Working on it.

>>4649291
it works like hit points

Sadly I dont find this as awesome as the rest of you do.

>>4649452
I find my idea of Beards and Axes better as well

Amore vinci omnia

>>4649539
Screw you

>>4649300
A little bit of writefaggotry on how the fighting works and looks, written from the perspective of a mundane saved by a group of Broken.


I'd been feeling strange for a couple of days. I felt tired, run-down, yet oddly anxious. Luckily enough it was Thanksgiving, so I had some time off to just relax. My mother called me, but I never answer her calls anymore, not since she called me a sinner and a devil and cast me out of her house. Now she needs help, but she can go pray to the god she trusts so much if she wants it. I'm not going to.

Anyway, I was just sitting in my room, staring at the walls - I'd sorta lost interest in doing anything, you know? It was that sort of day. Didn't even feel like playing my guitar: In fact, I didn't even want to look at it. I just wanted to be alone to do nothing.

Then I heard the sound of breaking glass coming from my study. Oddly, it didn't seem to matter much, but out of habit I got up to see what was going on.

There was a group of men, and one woman, clambering through my shattered window into my house. I heard one of them say, "It's close, I can smell that weird green they give off." One of the other turned and looked at me, and his face contorted into a look of horror and anger. He began to yell, wordlessly, and the others immediately turned and followed his lead.

>>4649580

What can I say? I turned to run. Getting killed by a gang of insane burglars was not how I envisioned dying. The one who was screaming grabbed my arm and wrestled me to the ground with strength far out of proportion to his wizened frame. He glared at me, and something in his eyes compelled me to obey. "STAY DOWN, YOU MORON!" he shouted in my face, and turned to face his companions, who seemed to be swinging various implements through empty air. Each weapon was different: A tire iron, a book, a cane, even a fluffy feather pillow. The screaming man raised his kitchen knife, and charged back into the fray, his continued roaring seemingly giving his allies fresh heart as they swung ever harder at nothing.

Then something seemed to happen to the fellow with the book. He doubled over, as if he'd been punched in the stomach, and then fell to the ground. His friends immediately circled around him, swinging their odd assortment of tools with a desperate air, as if fending off an attack from empty air. In the confusion the fallen book was kicked into my head, and for a moment I saw... something. I don't know. It looked like something out of one of those nursery rhymes, the old, bad one with kids getting their thumbs chopped off for sucking them. I think it was called the Scissor Man. One of its razor arms was touching the fallen man, who had began to convulse.

It screeched at the men still standing, then the guy with the pillow slammed it into its head. It staggered back, and then I couldn't see it any longer as the remaining maniacs piled into it as one. After beating the floor for awhile with their makeshift weapons, they stopped. The screaming man stopped screaming. They turned to their fallen comrade and picked him and his book up, and began to file out my front door. The woman was the last out, and she turned to me as if to say something, but then shook her head and left.

Here to the blaze
I wander
Through this black night
I ponder
The edge of our mighty swords
Did clash
Fallen by our axes
Helmets smashed

>>4649590
Jim... Jim? JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMM!!

there better be a healing power.
Deadly combat makes games interesting, but not if your pcs keeps dying and making new characters

>>4649590
>>4649580

My my, but I'd really do that disbelief thing, otherwise the broken land way to fast in the next asylum. Maybe the POWER OF LOVE protects their minds from being bothered with something like that by making them forget?

>>4649735
Glory and fame
Blood is our name
Souls full of thunder
Hearts of steel
Killers of men
Of warriors friend
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers
To the end...

>>4649735
GLORY AND FAME

>>4649765
Actually, I was intending to have the mundanes remember to a degree: Some of the experience would be blocked out by the trauma, but forcing the Broken to balance fighting the Feeders and avoiding scrutiny from mundane authorities, everything from the cops to their therapists to their own families, was the intention. In this case, the man doesn't know who any of these people are, so the Broken have for the most part gotten away clean.

However, what if your family became a target? How would your brother, your sister, your mother react if you ran into the room and began swiping at air? Or if one attacked a cop? Your psychiatrist? Your boss?

>>4649776
Sons of Odin we four..!!
By the hammer of Thor!
Ride down from the sky....
Another is born
Another shall fall
This day men will die!!!!

>>4649825

Well it would certainly ensure awkward situations ...

>>4650049
"oh.. hi mum... there was a bug... yeah, a bug."

>>4649825
What about ... something like the Mage duells in M:tA? They are actually don't doing shit, sitting around staring into space while shit goes down hard in that twin world? Hey that would actually be kinda cool, having to follow those Feeders into their realm, fighting your way through a plane of madness and incomprehensable horror.

>>4650166
Perhaps if they have to chase down a particularly dangerous Feeder.

>>4650383
That sounds right.

I'd loved her.

So much.

Sure, it was all online, and only two weeks, but it was...two weeks I felt alive. Two weeks I felt as if I could do something. I made plans, I-hell.

It was her boyfriend.

Whatever tattered shreds of honor I had wouldn't let me take her away from her boyfriend. Who had told her so many things, who claimed to love her more than life itself; who had broken up with someone else just to woo her.

I couldn't do that.

I left.

I descended into the pits of desecration and depravity that the internet could give me-describing acts of insane lewdity with those who deluded themselves into thinking they were animals. I forced myself to give up loving her-how could I ever have her?

In that year, only bad happened to me. I found my fetishes, and found them all repulsive. I dabbled in sin and horrific images, laughed at things I should not...and my stick, my favorite stick, my stick that had been with me through hard times and good-my goddamn brother broke my stick! It was MY stick! How dare he touch it! How dare he! It was his girlfriend's fucking fault for not watching where she was going! IT WAS MY STICK!

...A year passed.

I found a new Stick, one of metal; hard steel, rusted with age, found leaning against a transformer box. One he wouldn't be able to break. No, he wouldn't be able to break my new stick.
I found a new game, one where green creatures that knew not the emotions that had broken me fought everything, everywhere, forever. They filled me with grim joy, they and their enemies, Death Catholics with worship and battle one and the same.

>>4650640
She messaged me one day, and wondered who I was, why my name made her feel warm and happy.

I tried...I did...I tried to sit there and muster up the old feelings-but they wouldn't come. All I felt was the old worries that had made me leave-that I wasn't good enough for her, that her drinking, partying, carousing lifestyle wasn't my own.

I fled.

And one day, I turned my head over my shoulder...and I saw it. It wore the form of those I'd done things with, furred and lewd, laughing quietly at my despair.

I took my New Stick.

I took my New Game.

And I destroyed it.

MOI SHIELD IZ DISGUST

MOY ARMOR IZ KONTEMPT

MOI SHIELD IZ 'ATRED

IN DA NAME OF DA EMPRAH, LET NONE SURVIVE!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Did anyone else think of this?

The BBEG is definitely the prettiest boy ever.

>>4650643
>MOI SHIELD IZ 'ATRED
Sword. Your sword is hatred.

>>4650672
Ma-Ha-Suchi?

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