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    103 KB Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:24 No.4942702  
    'morning, elegan/tg/entlemen, it's the airship writefag from last night.

    Are threads still autosaging willy-nilly? If not, I'll set about posting some more new content.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:33 No.4942755
    Nope! Now GET ON THAT SHIT.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:38 No.4942789

    Good enough answer for me. Do you want me to start from the beginning or pick up from the new content?
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:39 No.4942792
    was it archived?
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:42 No.4942809

    I don't think so. If it was, no one said anything about it.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:45 No.4942817
    Starting from the beginning it is, then. This is going to take forever.

    The Captain was dead. He would have the best funeral they could give.
    They crowded in his cabin, surrounding his coffin in a semi-circle of mourners.
    Frances stood resplendent in his steely garb, head bowed, eyes closed. Respectful, always.
    Alizibeth wore a face of grief shot with disbelief and her best black dress.
    The brothers, Alf and Ralph, were both drunken and silent for the first time either of them could remember.
    Old Lucious seemed even older than usual, as if the Legend herself weighed on his shoulders. He'd been with the proud captain and his vessel the longest of any of them, over countless seas of cloud and brine.
    The captain lay in his box, cold and dead.
    Alizibeth and her magicks had done their best to make him presentable, sealing his wounds and dressing him in his finery.
    At last Frances spoke, his glossy baritone usurping the silence that had claimed the room. "Lucious, if anyone is to give eulogy it should be you. You knew more of him than any of us."
    "Yeah, say something!" added Alf, slurring only slightly. His brother, beside him, wobbled in silence.
    "I...suppose," the old man sighed.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:45 No.4942823

    He walked forward, his cane making a slow, somber waltz of his steps, and turned to face the crew. His crew, now that the captain was gone. "Oscar Wilhelm Langridge was a man we all looked up to. A man we all loved. A man who has now passed on from this world..."
    The next moments seemed like an age as his old, tired voice occupied the cramped quarters alongside the bookshelves and brass instruments. He spoke of the captains voyages and adventures, of his lifetime of accomplishments and bold deeds, ending with his valiant battle against the undead captain Dawkins and his skeletal crew aboard their spectral sky-barge, dueling the dread Dawkins himself as his crew held off the fearsome captain's undead minions. In the end, the Captain slew the loathsome corpse but succumbed to his wounds scant moments later. With his last breaths he ordered the scuttling of the ghostly craft floating alongside his beloved airship, and in his final moments he watched it erased from the skies in an ugly black smudge of rotary-cannon fire.
    "Thus, we commend the body of Oscar Langridge to the seas below, and his soul to whatever may rest above." Lucius finished his speech and dipped his head, his long beard nearly touching the ground.
    Silence one again overtook the room, but only for a moment.
    Frances produced a small, well-worn accordion from his largest belt-pouch, and began to play.
    The doleful melody that spilled out seemed to fill the room in a way the old man’s voice hadn't, washing over all present with pangs of sorrow.
    Frances played on, eyes closed, face stern and set.
    Alizibeth wept openly.
    A hint of moisture gathered in the wrinkles around Lucious's eyes.
    The twins did their best to hum along, swaying side to side.
    Outside, the night clouds drifted by the Stuff of Legend, and the vast, still waters below spoke that it would be some time before she made port.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:46 No.4942829


    Frances Devereux, knight-errant of Rousseau, seemed oblivious to the mayhem on the deck of the Stuff of Legend as she gave chase to the bloated craft ahead of her. Behind the knight crewmen in stout suits of leather and steel emerged from below as those already on deck moved into boarding formation. Screaming munitions vomited from the cannons of the spectral barge flashed overhead, at times barely a hand above the mustering boarders. The Legend responded in kind, her forward rotary-cannon batteries and smaller guns chattering and booming as the gap grew closer. Frances, towering and unflinching in his gilded suit of whirring armor seemed indifferent to the commotion. From his open faceplate two dark eyes regarded the rapidly closing barge with tactical scrutiny. It had once been a mere trading barge, but that had been long, long ago.
    Frances knew her by name: The Bloodletter.
    Some decades ago she had been known as the Fleet Fox, lost with all hands in a tremendous maelstrom only to emerge from the same storm ninety-nine years later as a warped echo of her former self. Captained by the once noble, once human Albert Dawkins, the Bloodletter sailed forth to prey upon the same merchant vessels she'd once called sisters. With the Lich-Captain Dawkins behind her wheel and his skeleton-crew of undead the Bloodletter had claimed twenty-seven known vessels since her return, leaving little more than burning, drifting husks in her wake.
    Oscar Langridge, bounty-hunting captain of the Stuff of Legend had taken it upon himself to reel the dreaded Dawkins in (if not for glory or justice, then for the substantial reward on Dawkins head).
    The Legend came upon the ghastly barge as she preyed upon a merchantman, too late to save the poor souls aboard but in prime time to pursue.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:48 No.4942837

    Now, with the Bloodletter closing within range of boarding harpoons, Frances could feel malice clouding the air. With his left hand he clanked shut his visor, flexing the machinery of his right arm in anticipation.
    It was a replacement, fashioned by the ship's resident tinkerer when the knight lost his first arm to a rampaging Cockatrice. Old Lucious had lavished for weeks over the massive, ornate construct, overseeing its grafting to the dark-skinned knight personally. It fed directly into the arcane power source of his armor, imbuing its gargantuan form with fitting strength and dexterity. Flexing it, he could feel the power whirring through its gears and servos barely constrained under shining brass. Willing it over his shoulder he grasped his pneumo-hammer and brought it head-down to the deck, resting his hands on its pommel.
    Though chaos raged around him, his mind was tempered for what was to come.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:49 No.4942844

    "Prepare to board!" came a cry, cutting over the din.
    Glancing to his side he saw his fellow boarders arrayed and in formation.
    Each man carried a shortsword scabbarded at his belt, a chunky thudgun or full-body shield in his grip, and a grim look upon his face. Around them the sights and sounds of an airship broadside raged, the Legend and the Bloodletter trading fusillades of cannonfire and things more sinister.
    From below came a sudden juddering and out from the side of the Legend shot six boarding harpoons, trailing thick cabling behind them as they streaked towards the Bloodletter. Though one fell short and another went wide, the remaining four struck home, burying themselves in the phantasmal vessels side.
    As winches deep in the Legend began their torturous grind, the Bloodletter burst forth with a fresh belch of fire onto the deck of the Legend, immolating a half-dozen of her crew in a sheet of purple flame. They went screaming and burning to their graves and Frances made a short prayer commending their souls to the Grand Design.
    He knew as well as they had that their assignment would be both most critical and most dangerous: Secure a beach-head upon the Bloodletter and clear the way for the captain and the rest of his retinue. Though the Captain, Alizibeth and Lucious were each formidable in their own right, they lacked the brute force to lead the boarding action. With Alph and Ralph overseeing the gunnery crews below deck the task of clearing the way rested solely on the broad shoulders of Frances.
    It was his noble duty to oblige.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:50 No.4942849

    The two vessels were hardly ten paces apart now. On the deck of the Bloodletter mobbed skeletal warriors, bristling with rusted cutlasses and muskets. Shots rang out between the two vessels, and casualties were counted on each. Here, a man fell, clutching a gushing wound in the chink of his cuirass. There, a skeletal form plummeted from the Bloodletter, destined to the waters below.
    "For the Legend! Sally forth!" boomed the knights voice through his visor. Men rallied around him, steeling themselves for the imminent clash. Exploding into flight, Frances bounded the still-substantial gap between the two vessels, hammer swept up and over his shoulder. A heartbeat later he crashed into the teeming horde on the other side, smashing undead up into the air and over the side. The sound alone was terrific, equal parts bellow and thunderclap, followed by the roaring men surging over the closed gap behind him. The first wave of undead had been routed in the explosive push, but now their comrades clambered over their remains to launch a counter charge.
    "Hold them! Shields to the fore!" cried Frances, and those crewmen with shields slammed them down into the moldering planks, forming a wall of steel to break the surging skeletal tide.
    The wave crashed into the row of shields, slamming men back with terrible force. Yet the wall stood strong, and in seconds the undead charge had all but lost its momentum.
    "Now, fire!" ordered the knight. With practiced precision the line of shield-bearers dropped to their knees, allowing the second rank of men to level their thudguns at the foe. With a resounding boom they fired into the ghastly pirates at point-blank range, and bone and gristle and rotted flesh were torn asunder.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:50 No.4942853

    "Finish it!" bellowed Frances, and the men around him slung their arms and shields to draw swords as he himself thundered forward. His hammer swung in the grip of his clockwork arm and as it slammed into his first foe the pneumatic ram composing the head of the mighty weapon thunked, splintering a bony torso. With a two-handed stroke he decapitated the next, its body tumbling apart as if it had been held together by the sheer maliciousness of the thing. Around him a brutal melee roiled as the remaining pirates clashed with his fellow soldiers. To his left, a man stumbled and fell, knocked off balance by a rusted mace. The corpse loosely attached to the gangrenous hand grasping the mace shambled forward to finish the job, and Frances knew he would be hard-pressed to reach the man in time. As the mace began its downward arc a dazzling bolt of emerald fire speared the pirate at the shoulder and it erupted into a roaring conflagration., Hazarding a glance over his shoulder, Frances saw Alizibeth floating over the threshold between the two vessels, the crimson hem of her dress hanging inches off the deck and her eyes alive with fire.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:52 No.4942858

    <New content starts here. >

    "Save some for us, why don't you?" she called, gesturing at a fleeing corpse as she did. It burst into flame so hot it melted to the deck, fused to the planks in a grotesque puddle. The undead on the deck were all but gone, slain or driven off. The few stragglers were being butchered with ordered volleys of thudgun fire as they ran for shelter below, though few could shamble quick enough to avoid being cut down. The knight strode across the decking towards the sorceress, paying little heed to the corpses he trod upon.
    “Us? There’s but one of you, though you seem rather disappointed. Mayhap you should’ve joined me?” came his retort.
    “Lucious had to go and have another of his grand ideas, and he’s convinced the captain to go along with him,” replied the lady in a droll tone.
    “You lack faith in the machine, this I know, yet it still saddens me when you discount the old man with such haste. Were it not for him I would be but a shadow of myself.”
    “Yeah? Well, I can fly just fine on my own, thank-you-very-much.”
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:53 No.4942863
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:53 No.4942865

    “He’s harnessed flight?! Incredible! His part in the Grand Design is vast indeed!”
    “You and that ’Grand Design’ of yours. Does it ever end?”
    “We have our roles to play, and play them we shall. We are all cogs in the great machine, and we will run our course. Though mine may involve a great less thought than his, or a great less nagging than yours, it is no less important. ”
    “Hopefully yours involves shutting up and paying attention. It’s entirely too quiet. I can feel something coming. “
    As if on cue, an unearthly, once-bestial roar sounded from the holds below them, bone-chilling even through thick wooden planks. The crewmen, having long since come to stand in a circle around the knight and the sorceress, showed obvious signs of unease.
    “This I know, lady. Nay, I have expected it. Did you think the day was won so swiftly?” The knight openly smirked, hefting his hammer one-handed to his shoulder.
    “Honestly? No. But I had hoped so. I suppose I won’t be missing this one.”
    “Aye! This reeks of great importance!”
    “Great violence, at least. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
    “If it is my role, then it is expected of one of my calling to be content knowing that I am furthering the Design.”
    “Does your design mention anything about the captain and the coot showing themselves any time soon? Whatever’s down there won’t be ‘down there’ for much longer. I can hear winches bringing something up from the hold, and if my guess is right it’ll be coming out of the hatches right about…now.”
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:54 No.4942871

    Her intuition held true for a second time, though the hatches splintered into matchwood instead of swinging open. Four huge, dark shapes sprang from the hold. They came to a halt at the middle of the deck as if to give those before them the full effect of their horrific presence. Frances had heard tales of them in his travels, as had many who plied the seas and skies of the world.
    Saughin. Shark-men, from the seas of the North. Clearly, they’d once been majestic things, sharing the same shape as a man though taller and broader, with the rough, shiny scales, massive, neckless head and fins of a shark.
    Clearly they were long dead, in the conventional sense of the term. They wore tattered rags at most, and though hunched, they were taller still than any of the men arrayed against them and even more stout. Scales and flesh sloughed off of them, and the stench was unbearable, a foul amalgam of putrid fish and rotting corpse. Unblinking black eyes glittered in sunken sockets set far apart on their beastly faces. Yellowed teeth like broken daggers menaced in their open maws, and they gripped impossibly large axes of rusted iron in their clawed fists.
    Yet they stood perfectly still, not even breathing, as they’d lost the need long ago.
    Frances feared not, sizing up the new foes with a silent stare. Alizabeth and men now standing behind them showed clear signs of terror, some murmuring their prayers of choice, some quivering in silence.
    “Well?” boomed the knight, breaking the tense silence
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:55 No.4942878
    threads don't autosage, we just /b/ through threads at a rapid pace. IF your thread was worth anything, it would have been bumped enough
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:55 No.4942879

    Nothing changed. The men stood on one side, still gripped with fearful awe. The Saughin remained unflinching.
    Then, from everywhere at once and yet nowhere at all came a voice like a thousand whispers.
    “Fear is a favorite weapon of mine. Are you not afraid? Do you not see your death before you? Why not just give up now? If I can conquer such incredible creatures what makes you think that you can hope to stand in my path?”
    A man began to weep openly. Some stopped their prayers abruptly.
    Frances swung open his visor with his left arm.
    “And yet you’re too much of a coward to show yourself. I have no fear of you. You’ve passed from this world, and yet you still attempt to meddle in the Grand Design. I harbor no pity for you, either.”
    Silence returned for what seemed like an age.
    Then, heralded only by a faint whipping in the wind, the voice returned, dripping with unearthly malice.
    “You mortals and your Grand Designs and Great Fathers and ignorance. I’ve seen more than death. I’ve seen things that you can’t even begin to wrap your tiny little mortal minds around. Man is but blind, deaf, and dumb, little more th-“
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:56 No.4942882

    You weren't here last night. Threads randomly autosaged. l2troll.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:57 No.4942891

    The string of profanity gave pause to even the lich.

    Every living eye snapped up to the Legend, swept up above the deck and to her observation tower. There, flanked by Old Lucious and three crewmen of questionable intellect and prodigious valor, stood Oscar Langridge, captain of the Stuff of Legend, a legend in his own right. Each man was harnessed to a strange pack, equal parts wing and boiler, bristling with vents and stubby control surfaces.

    The voice returned once more, louder, and more fearsome.
    “You meddle in matters BEYOND your understandin-“
    “You FOOL! I’ll devour your SOU-“

    All was silent again.
    Below, the living stood in a different sort of awe.
    The unliving remained where they were.

    That's it for now. Tell me if it's shit. I feel like dialogue is my weak point.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:59 No.4942901
    I'm watching House atm, but I'll read this once I'm done.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)13:59 No.4942904
    I could not help but read your amiable attempt at creative swearing in a heavy Scottish brogue.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:04 No.4942938

    God dammit, writefag, I was drinking.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:05 No.4942946
    >vessels side.

    "vessels" and "GOATS" should have apostrophes in them. You've made a few other mistakes too.
    Other than that, it's fairly good. Try varying your sentence structure a bit if you can, at the moment it's somewhat monotonous.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:16 No.4943011
    Archiving this shit. Don't stop now, writefag!
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:30 No.4943075
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    I like where this thread is going.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:40 No.4943140
    Are you working on more? Because I'm guessing I'm not the only person F5ing like a Parkinsons patient.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:41 No.4943153
    You don't know how to use macro image responses.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:41 No.4943156

    OP here. Indeed I am, but I don't intend to post any more until I have a sizeable chunk finished. I'm trying to work out a good explanation for the "jetpacks." Part of me wants to go with something conventional, and part of me wants to say they're powered by bound fire elementals given as a gift from some far-off sultan for taking care of his sphinx problem.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)14:43 No.4943171
    While I agree with GOAT'S, a vessel is an inanimate object and therefore can't have possession.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)15:17 No.4943434
    That's just plain retarded.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)15:32 No.4943540

    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)15:39 No.4943591
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)15:52 No.4943697

    OP here. That's actually something close to what I envision my airships as, with a touch of what's in the first image. In this universe, coal produces a lighter-than-air gas when burned, which means ships can burn coal to produce steam for steam power, and as a result also have a ready reservoir of handwavium to allow for them to actually fly.

    Actually, now that I type that out, it sounds kinda retarded.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)15:57 No.4943728
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:01 No.4943758

    YES. Only more victorian.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:02 No.4943768
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    Take some inspiration from actual airships of Victorian Science Fiction.

    This pic is from the 1800's. Its not Steampunk. It predates steampunk. To the Victorians this was fucking Flash Gordon shit, not quaint backwards looking tech.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:03 No.4943774
    >derp derp steampunk low magic high fantasy airships
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:05 No.4943784
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:06 No.4943789
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    Exactly. Steampunk is retarded.

    Nothing wrong with Victorian Sci-Fi though.

    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:07 No.4943794
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    There's one in every crowd.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:09 No.4943807
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:10 No.4943809
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    >herpa derp I hate things that are popular
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:10 No.4943810
    Fuck off with that steampunk bullshit.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:11 No.4943813
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    You know what I like most about these ship designs though? Its the lack of billowing exhaust stacks and copious brass plating. This looks like something that a person would willingly ride in, not a rickety piece of shit that would never get off the ground.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:12 No.4943819
    Of course, it's scifi. Not fantasy bullshit.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:13 No.4943828

    OP here, I agree wholeheartedly. I'm loving these designs, especially >>4943784
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:13 No.4943830
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    Alright, fess up. Which one of these losers is you?
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:13 No.4943832
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:14 No.4943839
    unless you actually work in the boiler room, or are exposed to the outside world, or are in the workshop. protect your eyes man, you only have two, and they are weepy, wet, gelatinous things that are easily disrupted.
    >> Save with free online prescription billslimgates 06/20/09(Sat)16:15 No.4943845
    http://www.drugshome.com/ : Online drugstore since 2005, with FedEx overnight shipping, free online prescription with every order and 24/7 live help chat and toll free customer service.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:15 No.4943846
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:17 No.4943851
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    I don't know if this is too futuristic for you OP, but I've always liked Robida's designs that he made back in the 1880's.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:18 No.4943855
    You mean you like steampunk? Boring same-same lame steampunk.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:20 No.4943867
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:24 No.4943885
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:25 No.4943894
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    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:29 No.4943919

    I'm now imagining 14-year old American kids talking american and just saying "Jolly" and "Bloody" at random.

    I'm going to cry.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:32 No.4943932
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    see Deadlands and then go fuck yourself.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:33 No.4943940
    Deadlands isn't steampunk retard. Deadlands is an interesting spin on the whole cowboy deal.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:34 No.4943943

    Deadlands isn't really steampunk though. Its just an alternate history of the old west with evil magic, not "BRASS GOGGLES & PNEUMATIC INTERNET!!!!!1!!!"
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:34 No.4943946
    It's actually pretty popular, look at the cosplay circles,novels,movies, JULES VERNE.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:35 No.4943953

    Jules Verne was dead before the first Steampunks grandfather was born. Leave him out of this fiasco.

    Dude just wanted to right some speculative fiction, not put brass on everything.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:36 No.4943960

    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:36 No.4943966

    >shiny buttons.

    How about wearing something that isn't a tshirt and sweatpants once in awhile?
    >> Regault 06/20/09(Sat)16:38 No.4943978
    Deadlands is steampunk before the hipsters started raping steampunk.
    Saying Deadlands isn't steampunk because it doesn't look like /fa/ crap is like saying Bad Religion isn't punk because they sound nothing like Blink 182.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:39 No.4943990
    Pneumatic internet?

    I had never considered this.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:41 No.4943999
    Deadlands is about revolvers and horses. Not steamrockets to the moon...
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:42 No.4944009

    Personally I've always preferred just hooking up Difference Engines to the Telegraph lines. Maybe add in a Lite-Brite for your 20x20 image display.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:42 No.4944013
    Have you even played it? There is this character option that called Mad Scientist. You can create almost anything using steam technology.
    experimenting with this new
    substance, trying to divine its secrets.
    This is straight out of the players handbook.
    >The first really high profile
    breakthroughs occurred in Utah in 1870.
    Professor Darius Hellstromme, a nowfamous
    English scientist, created and
    put into use a steam engine fueled by
    ghost rock that could power a horseless
    carriage across the Salt Flats. “Steam
    wagons,” as they have come to be
    called, are still in great use among the
    Mormons of the region
    Also see Smithe and Robards book and The Collegium
    for more evidence.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:43 No.4944019
    in before learn how to qoute
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:44 No.4944031
    >this character option


    Shut the fuck up faggot. Deadlands is about shooting zombies with a Winchester. Not about making steampunkshit.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:46 No.4944041
    you are focusing on the negative aspects of the culture. Every culture and Subculture has them. Your also sticking to stereotypes which is the easy way out in an argument.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:46 No.4944046
    OP here. Not to interrupt your bickering, but I could use some help thinking of a name for a far off, desert-y country with a sultan.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:49 No.4944058
    Get an atlas and encyclopedia.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:51 No.4944069
    There are three motherfucking books about that character option actually. It's present throughout most of the game. The game revolves around ghost rock and it's uses in that society. How it has changed America due to the inventions that have been created. Zombies are a very minor part of the game as a whole, especially when compared to the steampunk tech involved. You really should find out more information about what your discussing before going off half cocked.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:51 No.4944071

    Zhandar, Land of Ten Thousand Mysteries.

    Now let us get back to bickering.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:53 No.4944082
    How about not thinking that waistcoats and top hats festooned with brass shit makes the setting deep and rich
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:54 No.4944084
    >Zombies are a very minor part of the game as a whole

    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:54 No.4944086
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)16:58 No.4944113
    No we only faced zombies once. That's all. Your avoiding the subject. Ghost rock has a much more pivotal role in the heart of Deadlands than you are giving it credit for. Zombies are an enemy. They are used by certain bad guys. Ghost Rock powered devices are used by The Entire Mormon culture as well as Scientists all over and businesses to boot.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:00 No.4944127
    You're ignoring THE WHOLE FUCKING PLOT of Deadlands.


    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:02 No.4944141
    how about you realize that there are other subcultures that can be different than yours.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:03 No.4944146
    How about realising that sticking steampunk on everything doesn't make shit good.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:06 No.4944163

    Why has every subculture in the past 10 years just been people dressing in really elaborate clothes? Isn't there supposed to be a philosophical component to a subculture? Punks had Anarchy, Goths had Nihilism, the Straightedge had Being Fucking Annoying... What do Steampunks have? Whats their belief system that ties them together? Goggles look cool with a top hat?
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:10 No.4944186
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    I'm guessing you only played it and never Marshaled a game. Ghost rock was made by the four horsemen to generate more fear in America, because it was made up of GHOSTS, The more fear that took place the more monsters would be created which would generate more fear, and so on and so forth. Do you understand it? The more Ghost rock that was used for inventions, the more monsters there would be.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:12 No.4944198
    Yeah you're right. Deadlands is all about playing a scientist making steamengines.

    Instead of going out there and shooting the shit out of monsters.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:13 No.4944207
    How about you realize that I never said sticking steampunk on everything makes it "shit good". Thats true with every subculture. Stop wasting my time with retarded arguments.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:13 No.4944210

    Hey, now THAT shit is awesome. Me rikey! Actually gives me some ideas for Aeronef vessels.

    For those who don't know: Aeronef = wargaming this shit. In print and available, but sorta rough to obtain.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:14 No.4944222
    Lots of butthurt in this thread... Maybe you should put some pipes on your head to tap into your steamrage power.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:17 No.4944235
    When did I say that it was ALL about it? I was arguing to prove that Steampunk was in fact a PART of this system. Just like shooting monsters is a part of it.
    >> Vicious Mole !!qsTYT+/pVNs 06/20/09(Sat)17:19 No.4944246

    Aesthetic has nothing to do with plot.

    Deadlands is Steampunk Old West with Crazy Ghosts.

    And Steampunk isn't a fucking subculture, it's just an aesthetic that is powered by the Rule of Cool (and Cogs and Goggles) and little else. Anyone who claims otherwise is an idiot or a troll, and really, do you want to waste your time on either?
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:21 No.4944251
    But don't tell be Deadlands is about steampunk. Deadlands is about the Wild West.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:24 No.4944271
    What philosophies are behind the roleplaying subculture then? hmm? What about tabletop games in general? Cosplaying? Comic Books? Why does it need a fucking philosophy? Why can't it just be fun?
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:27 No.4944287

    The philosophy behind the roleplaying subculture is Escapism. Almost everyone who's into these games has a really good suspension of disbelief and a love of fiction & it is this love of stories and storytelling that brings them together.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:29 No.4944300
    >Because of the popularity of steampunk with people in >the goth, punk, cybergoth, and Industrial subcultures, >there is a growing movement towards establishing >steampunk as a culture and lifestyle.
    reread my post dumbass. Part of it is steampunk, PART.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:33 No.4944333
    why can't steampunk be about escapism as well. What's stopping it? What about all the other subcultures I listed.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:39 No.4944365
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    No please it was nothing. Thank you.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:40 No.4944371

    It can be, but its has to be a little more specific than that. Roleplaying can get away with just Escapism since the games take place in numerous different settings and worlds with no pre-set outlook for the game. Steampunk is different since it is very specific in its aesthetic.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:51 No.4944444
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)17:55 No.4944466
    Again what about all the other subcultures I listed?
    I'm not really seeing an issue here. It's escapism but a more specific escapism. no argument here.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)18:03 No.4944504
    OP Here. Is there an off chance that anyone would want to take a stab at drawfagging any of my characters?

    I'm going to be starting a new thread when I finish up the next bit, since this one's gone pretty off-track.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)18:09 No.4944532
    yeah sorry about that. I got a little carried away.
    >> Anonymous 06/20/09(Sat)18:23 No.4944629
    "hey, I wrotefag a little, somebody draw for me"

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