>lets make
no. do your own fucking work. Shut the fuck up. No. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.

poop

>>5001697
I don't see the point in getting angry when someone just wants to see what ideas others can come up with.

>>5001697
What the fuck? Why would you fly off the handle like that?

Sounds like a fun idea OP. So would the players be people living in the city as it is being bought over, or afterwards?

>>5001691

Keep going- I haven't played Condemned 1 or 2. It seems like an interesting premise, but I don't have any ideas yet for you.

>>5001691

All food production of the town and food supply to markets from out of town are run through the Omnipress bureaucracy, and all orders for such are handled through the firms mainframe computer located in the former mayors office.

While this leads to sometimes hilarious mishaps (a shipment of 10,000 non- kosher hot dogs to the local Jewish Center's barbecue), it becomes noticed that a consumers of certain products are growing more sedentary than others.

>>5001697
Contributing, just to further piss this guy off.

So Omnipress, giant soulless corporation that runs on the greed of its executives, realizes that:

It has pharmaceuticals it needs to test. In the real world, these are done in structured tests with volunteers who are often paid for their troubles, and are typically males, aged 30-45.

So let's say Omnipress decides that rather than advertise, they have a kind of slickly named employee program in which an employee gets free meals and health care. They get a physical by the new in-house doctor, and then are prescribed meds that'll cure that small problem the in-house doctor diagnosed them with.

Since the workplaces are already monitored via CCTV, they can observe the 'volunteers'. In this sort of adventure hook, Hank from Accounting or whatever is experiencing nasty side effects. Hazy red vision, intense emotional outburts... and they're not going away.

>>5001697
man you're a fucking idiot.

>>5001768
I think that setting up a timeline would be best; you start out playing through the initial takeover, and once the plotline of the adventure is resolved, skip ahead to the hostage situations.

I mean, as GM you could use hallucinations to give the impression of monsters without them being "part of the game world" right?

One unexpected side effect of the change to corporate government had to do with the mail. They reassigned all the street addresses so that there would be no more random jumps from 53 to 69 in between houses. So a lot of mail got delivered to the wrong place in the few months following the takeover.

The woman who sits next to you in church got a letter from your lover. She hands the letter to you... in public... in front of your wife.

A lot of people miss a lot of communications from the Department of Motor Vehicles and get their licenses suspended. That means a loss of livelihood for people whose careers depend on their ability to commute where the trains cannot reach.

Oh, and the trains? They run on time, all right. Although the process of getting on a train is getting steadily more perverse; the ticket-counters are now in a different building than the train station.

Incidentally, a number of stops have lately been closed for no obvious reason. Yet you can still see people working there. They clean the floors and man the counters, and every now and then a man in a dark suit will buy something from the former ticket counter.

The man working there says it's just a regular train ticket.

Away from the major cities and large political bodies and the accompanying watching eye that entails, Omnipress's take over of a majority of small towns across the country gives them an unprecedented freedom for a company that experiments in human behaviour and regulation techniques.

Just one example of this freedom they are now exploring, in a little town called Freeview Omnipress try out their new Relaxant Gas. A compound mixture of several aerial chemicals that, they claim, can free the small working populace from any stress or boredom as they work. Released from airconditioners in Omnipress work buildings, the self marketed 'Smiley Gas' is an initial hit.

It continues for months with no ill effects, the only side effect a slight irritation for those who, after long exposure, are seperated from the gas for more than 24 hours.

Until that is, the arrival of Smiley Jim.

Wait a second.
This is the setting for Silent Hill.

>>5001794

TV signal is provided free as part of the "Employee Mental Wellness Initiative" also routed through the mayoral computer. Full HD channels, 20 ESPN stations, On Demand movies in surround sound all provide hours of entertainment, and for once strangely, people can ALWAYS find something to watch.

Sometimes there are reception problems though, images snap from other stations, frames are jittery, and some people think they see things other than the broadcast on the screen...

>>5001870
I was going to say Half Life 2. =P

>>5001826
Yeah, you could do that. I wouldn't suggest using it much, though, since if the players get the impression that the game is about killing monsters they will probably play it that way.

And the imaginary monsters should be made out of filing cabinets or something.

Sam 'Smiley' Jim is a resident Omnipress mechanic, a native of the small sleepy town.

Working around the clock to make sure that Smiley is distributed on time and on target to the working populace, his reward is constant exposure to the intoxicating relaxing gasses that he makes sure flows oh so well.

The first warning bell was rung when his family failed to show up for three consecutive compulsory Omnipress Fun Family Day.

When the first of the Omnipress Security brought down the door on Jim's house they were greeted with the many discarded and empty tanks of Smiley Gas strewn about the house. To this day, some officers cannot remove the image of the still smiling head of little daughter Sally as it sat alone on its bed, the pillow stained a deep red from the blood, 5 yards away from her body postured post mortem to look as if it were playing dolls.

>>5001870
Silent Hill has monsters, supernatural shit, and fetch quests. Proper mundane horror really shouldn't have these things, and it should have more of what is terrible about real life - eg. regular people who, when put into just the wrong situation, become psychopaths.

Now that everyone is working for the same company, the usual friendly competition takes a strange turn for the worst.

It begins with some harmless yard and lawn sabotage, then a family dog goes missing one night, only to be found compressed tightly into a mailbox, only the snout and the ID collar of "Fluffy" are recognizable.

>>5001697
You know what? I'm tired of cunts like you. Some guy walks in and says let's do something, and you have to just shit all over the place and throw a goddamn tantrum. I'm sorry nobody shared their toys with you when you where a baby, but you need to fucking grow out of whatever stupid fucking mindset you have and realize that /tg/ isn't just about your dumbass wargames. It's about traditional games, and a large portion of that is creating. We, fa/tg/uys, LIKE to do this shit. So go suck a dick, you fucking summerfag who thinks he knows anything about anything,

I think the Manhunt games are kind of like this, although most of the characters start out as psychopaths.

Following the finding of the Jim family, totalling in 60 individual body parts, the police headed to Jim's place of work only to find he had done the same to his entire work place. All the mouths, sometimes ripped grotesquely out of the head, still bore a smile from chin to chin. In dark humourist fashion, one was found on a work motivational poster pinned to a cartoon smiley face in place of the grin.

The details of 'Smiley' Jim's capture is not wide spread news, though it is known he made his way through three more houses and an old folks home before he was caught.

Omnipress issued a hastily retracted press statement that stated Sam had been the man with the longest unprotected exposure to Relaxant Gas in the entirety of the company, the soon to be fired spoke person claiming that such extreme side effects only occured in extreme and long term exposure.

They have, worryingly, not retracted Relaxant Gases from constituent towns under said experiment.

Don't let the PC's know it's mundane horror. Or the players, for that matter.

So like. Have no monsters until after they've experienced some weird ass shit, right dawg? Then like, have the monster descriptions be all vague and shit. Later, they realize, OH FUCK. SOMEONE SLIPPED US DRUGS. or. OH FUCK. IM CRAZY DOG. Yeaaaah booooi.

So in this setting, what are the players?

Employees, obviously.
Possibly members of an underground movement to overthrow Omnipress (possibly not informed that they basically run the country now, because the Omnipress PR machine broadcasts that this is the only town they've purchased, because it loves them that much or something).
Members of the Omnipress Security Force, suppressing these 'anomolies' so they don't get into the public view?

Everyone, like the good parents they are, warns their kid to look both ways when crossing the street, not to talk to strangers, and to come home when the streetlights go on.

Tonight, the lights didn't go on.

Mrs. Morris still cradles her son's blood spattered teddy bear, she just can't get him to eat.

>>5001912
I never said anything about monsters, psycho's or anything like that. Your describing a modern day town with some quirks. Add mist.

You get called into a meeting. No one else is there, so you assume it was a mistake, and you leave.

Your boss chews you out for not attending the meeting.

You get called into a meeting. No one else is there. You wait around for a while for others to show up. They don't show up after some twenty minutes, so you leave.

Your boss chews you out for leaving early.

You get called into a meeting. No one else is there. You brought a book this time, so you pass two hours reading it, and still no one else shows.

Your boss chews you out for reading a book through the whole meeting. If you ask how he knew when he wasn't there, he screams, "Of course I was there!"

You get called into a meeting... what do you do now?

(Replace "you" with all the PCs, if you prefer.)

>>5001983

Omnipress gives free vaccinations to all their employee's kids.

Most of the time, there are no adverse side effects.

3 children came down with terrible hives
2 suffered temporary paralysis

1 was found after 2 weeks truancy sitting on his living room floor watching daytime children's TV, his parents and sister in the bathtub.

>>5001991
Well, okay. This setting is similar to Silent Hill.

Want to contribute?

People start to realize that there haven't been any elections.

You are at work when you get a mass company email mentioning a new Human Resources Substance report of which responsibility will be delegated to one person on each floor on a monthly basis.

The form MUST be turned in by hand, in person, by the assigned employee.

After a few months of this relatively harmless new office busy work you notice a change in your co-workers. Some work diligently, others stare at their computers for hours typing what seems to be gibberish, and a few haven't returned at all.

You seem to be the only one not assigned to produce the report.

>>5002024
I like how you didn't specify what the parents and sister were doing in the bathtub. They could be just taking a bath.

No, really. I think that's an interesting possibility. Did the vaccine make the child more forgettable? So his parents forgot about him?

>>5002001


That's illuminated weirdness, not mundane horror.

>>5002108

Maybe. Maybe the child cut them up and put them there. Maybe the father drowned the mother and sister, killed himself and left the kid. Maybe.

>>5002108

My guess is somehow the kid drowned his parents and sister. Maybe the kid was really a teenager who worked out and his parents were old out of shape office workers, and his sister just a baby? Hard to tell what the poster was saying.

Every day for the past few weeks has been the same... sorta. Sure, the joke you hear every day at the water cooler is different, but you hear it at about the same time every day. The meals are good, and now you don't have to run out to grab lunch since they deliver it to your desk. You spend a few nights every week at home, a few at the bar.

And then, one day, you wake up and can't remember the last time you saw your wife. You call after her a few times around the house before shrugging and giving up, she'll turn up eventually right? You find a small orange pill bottle on the kitchen counter, marked Potassium. There's a small note scrawled beside it, reading 'Take one every day. Eat this note.' So you do, following orders has been very comforting lately.

That day at work you notice that the jokes at the water cooler are all told by the same guy... and that seems to be his whole job. He tells everyone who goes to the water cooler the same joke for the whole day. And he never drinks the water, either.

You're starting to REALLY worry about your wife a few days later. Those nights at home are always the even nights, the nights out are all the odd nights.

On a night you're usually out, you decide to head home instead. When you get off the bus, you see a strange car in your driveway... which pulls out and drives off before you can get close enough.

When you get inside, on the bathroom counter is that bottle marked Potassium is on the counter, and it's full again. Inside is another note. It says, 'Don't try to find me yet. I love you -Jane. P.S. Eat this note.'

>>5002149
Well... if we're going to allow mind-altering drugs with curiously specific effects...

The new children's park is wonderful. Recycled tire flooring to soften falls. Rubber wrapped swing chains. Plastic structures to prevent splinters. No tight spaces for kids to get stuck.

Except for the sandbox, after the first time, the kids are afraid of it.

>>5002157


grade school age

>>5002207
"Sorry about that giant antlion. We'll have it cleared up asap."

You have always been TERRIBLE at telling jokes. Your timing is off, punchlines muddled, and nobody laughs. You notice that you're favorite water cooler (it looks the same but its close to your cubicle) always seems empty. Nobody talks around it, or even goes to drink from it except you.

You still suck at telling jokes, but everything to you has become EXTREMELY funny.

The setting is filled with monsters, all perversions of things in everyday life. Every time you fight one of them, people look at you like a hero immediately after, but quickly you see Omnipress put you down as a madman, and people start coming around monitoring you.

The setting is that you are the only ones who see the truth, but everyone sees you as schizophrenic maniacs. PCs have to try and convince NPCs that they're not maniacs.

>>5002167

Now, THAT is some creepy shit. A definite "Wai- what the FUCK-? Jesus..." moment for me.

Here's my idea for this sort of stuff actually playing out:

Alright, so the party is all office workers, all friends, known each other since before the regime change. Narrate how Omnipress rolled in and is in charge of all your lads now, even though that's meant little change for you guys in the last four months since they've come into power. Everyone does a solid day of work at the office, you guys/I narrating what happened for your/my boys that day. The day ends with them at a bar, roleplaying a bit, getting used to their role, having a drink in the Omnipress Ltd. owned bar- just like everything else in this town... Owned by Omnipress Ltd. Anyways, the bar closes up for the night, and they go back to their comfortable houses in the 'burbs. Say goodnight to their loved ones, and go to sleep.

They wake up.

The Omnipress bosses are really very good bosses. They'll hand you a project, they'll turn up to collect the results by the deadline, and as long as your work passes inspection, they will let you work however you like.

They also don't seem to have offices of their own. If you call them, you'll reach a cell phone. If you go to the office number given on one of their business cards, you'll find a room with a secretary in it, and that's all.

If you do a bit of Googling to find your boss's house, and then go to that house, you'll find someone else living there. Pry a bit, and it will become apparent that they were paid so your boss could use their house as a mailing address. Just to divert unwanted attention, you see.

Let's say you follow the guy, and happen to crit all your shadowing rolls. He doesn't live in town, it turns out, but in a condo in a nearby city. You can't get in, of course, not without letting on that you're stalking your boss. But if you camp out there, and wait all afternoon, you'll see a whole string of bosses going into that condo.

Nobody leaves.

>>5002267
To make matter harder, these monsters leave no remains.

>>5002267
who completely missed the point of the thread?
you did! Yes you did!

It's the middle of the night, and there's weird lights outside their windows. They look out, they hear someone running through their house right outside their bedroom door, followed by a little giggle (I have an wmv. file of a little boy giggling for this, works wonders, as well as creaking stairs- I'll record myself running through my hallway for the running). They investigate, there's going to be nothing outside or inside. Excluding, of course, a pill bottle laying on their kitchen counter. Insert long fancy name for a medicine here that sounds downright menacing. No note, just the pill bottle, sixty pills, the pill bottle label saying stuff like "Prescribed by Omnipress Ltd.! Take once a night! Free Refills! Very cheery, the thing practically oozes emoticons.

You can choose to take the pills, or make a save not to. Same difficulty for all those who attempt not to, somewhat easy not to- roll higher than a four on a D20 to disobey all those cheery smileys! No matter whether they take the pill or not, they go back to sleep.

Next day, everything seems fine- great even. The sun is out, the birds are singing, even the cubicles seem to shine a bit more in their plastic goodness. Except for the guy who didn't take the pills. Things are very different for him.

>>5002303
Your mom did. I came up with a scenario for some action that nicely complements the whole point.

Your boss is a pretty nice guy. You need to call in sick, he has your back. He doesn't mind a little goofing around in the office, as long as work is done on time. He bitches as much as anyone about the impenetrable bureaucracy at Omnipress, and does his best to make life easier for his employees.

However, nobody ever sees him arrive or leave. His car seems to be there, but none of your co-workers has ever seen him outside the office. One day you decide to stick around till the last minute, and ask him if he's leaving.

"I'll only be five minutes more." He says as he reads yet another corporate email.

The next night you decide to head back to work because you forgot an important file you needed for the weekend. Your bosses car is still in the parking lot, yet when you check his office it is empty.

That weekend, you find out you have been promoted to your bosses position. Assuming he resigned or retired, you think nothing of it until the following Monday.

You get to work, and find your clean new office to your satisfaction. As you log on to your computer, you find your email box full, and no matter how many you answer, it fills up just as quickly again. It is going to take all day to get through those emails...

>>5002267

This would be fucking awesome in Don't Rest Your Head's system.

>>5002342
Seriously dude, this setting is about things that are just a little bit outside of our real life experiences. If the game has you fight monsters, even if they aren't /real/ monsters, then it's a fightan game, and your real life experiences probably do not involve fightan monstars.

Which is not to say that a little bit of combat couldn't liven up the game a bit, but then, why not send a demented hobo after the players and have them fight real live humans? That's closer to the concept.

>>5002341

For him, things seem a little bit worse than they were yesterday. People seem to be sticking to themselves whenever he's around, and the shadows seem a little bit deeper. For anyone who didn't take the pill, everyone seems to be acting suspicious. Lots of low level peons- like themselves- are smiling and laughing at what seems to be the most inane comments. They chuckle when something goes wrong with a printer or copy machine, and their boss treats them even better than usual. Everyone's treating the non-pill takers like they've just dropped trow and took a shit on top of their windshields though. Dirty looks, tensing up whenever they come around, generally treating them like they're dangerous.

An IM pops up on their computers when they log on. Sends one message. Take the Pill. Signs off. Computer reboots. The computer no longer has the .exe for using IM's, and any work that they had up is just the same- nothing lost from the reboot. They take this to their supervisor, and they get chewed out for playing games and get kicked right back into their cubicle.

obligatory

>>5002481

Have the day end, poorly for the guys who didn't take the pill. They come back to the bar, discuss their day, whatnot. They can do whatever they want right now, up to and including asking about the pills. If they all think it's perfectly normal to share such a freaky fucking experience of pills popping up in their house, then disappearing when they wake up, fine, they share. Other patrons look at them oddly, and edge away, talking animatedly with whomever they're sitting next to- even if they were just drinking their drinks by themselves a moment ago.

They all go home, they say goodnight to their families, they go to sleep.

They wake up again. For those who took the pills, no lights, but footsteps and a giggle. For those who didn't take the pill, lights outside again, footsteps- no giggle, but a loud THUMP. Feel free to drop a textbook off the side of the table, or a dictionary, something big. Those who took the pill before, same bottle of pills- but sixty pills again if they take them out and count them- and a little breathmint wrapped up right next to the pill bottle, a smiley face on the wrapping paper and the mint, next to a sticky note "Sweet candy for the good boys and girls!" The mint tastes delicious, and takes away some of the pills bad taste if they take the pill again- if they try not to take the pill, the roll is higher than it would've been last night, but not by much- Roll over six on a D20.

For the ones who didn't take the pill, there's a pill bottle with sixty one pills in it and a note for them too

"TAKE YOUR MEDICINE."

>>5002481
"Hey boss, I just got this IM...?"

"IM?"

"Yeah, it said-"

"We're not here to chat with friends, Peterson. We're here to work."

"But-"

"If you've got time to worry about what your slacker buddies are saying, you've got time to finish the Amberline proposal. By tonight."

This setting is amazing.

Archive for winguys. I know I'll come back to this setting later personally, because I can contribute later.

In a quiet little american hamlet, the corporation take over of the town is done in the quietest of ceremonies. Only a little memo marks the acquisition before Company Changes take place overnight.

Over the next few weeks and months, the breadwinners of the family slowly turn more lethargic. The only brighten up when it is time to go to work. Football games, familiy trips, alchohol and smokes seem to affect them not at all. They all live for work. The hamlet goes through a record of divorce and settlement claims as spouses seek to distance themselves from their zombie like wives and husbands.

As the local Omnipress workers continue to live contently, those outside the Corporations Umbrella start to feel the changes. Divorced wives and husbands go missing. The number of homeless is drastically reduced as part of an Omnipress Security 'Communty Initiative'.

Masked Omnipress Security rove the sleepy streets at night with oddly silent hounds at their beck and call. Bars and retail outlets that survived the take over soon close down as their once patrons refuse to have anything to do with them.

But things otherwise run smoothly. Until a teenager is found missing. The local police department goes looking her only to find evidence that she was seen sleeping in the open backyard of a neighbour.

Bloody stains on the grass of the overgrown garden, claw marks and deep gouges in the dirt all indicate she had been taken kicking and screaming by dogs. But the owner of the house, an omnipress corporate, claims to have not heard a thing.

As the local police start an investigation of the local 'Community Initiative', the roaming dogs of the night start to get a little less selective of the people they pull in.

Omnipress needs a rival companies to go head to head with.

Enter PRAXIS Enterprises.

>>5003056
great, two souless evil megacorps working to take over as much area as possible while undermining the actions of the other

LIFE SUCKS

>>5003056
Sup bitch.

>/tg/ let's make

>>5003200
praxis is an actual word and concept, go look it up

>>5003227
Yeah and you did it in all caps, WHY.