A dirty, bloody, booze-soaked Sci-Fi Western romp

[tibbius]

The game is called The Mud, the Blood, and the Beer - and a hearty handshake for anyone who recognizes the poet and the singer most associated with that phrase.

The set up is this:

You are sinners. You are wicked. You have taken human life, first in self defense but then because it felt good. You have stolen from those in need, first to survive but then because it was easy. You have treated humans as objects and property because
they were less powerful and could not stop you.

But now you have stopped doing those things. You are still that person—you still want to do those things—but you are trying on a different approach to life. You have realized a new ethos, and you feel deep camaraderie with any who share it.

So, here you are in this dirty, blood-stained, booze-breathed town on a border between Here and There.

At the edge of town is the old Graveyard, with the Tomb of the Famous Unknown. Tourists come there for a fee, which is levied by the Tophat Gang. The Tophats don't let any locals worship at the Tomb.

The Tophats, who control all the money in town, have a standoff with the Blueheads, who want to strip the town for parts.

The whole group of you have come to town because you heard rumors from a traveling courier that money could be made by righting some wrong things here.

[Lance]

Oh, I remember the last time this game came up! I might be able to squeeze another game in, depending on post frequency. If you'll have me, that is!

[tibbius]

Oh, I remember the last time this game came up! I might be able to squeeze another game in, depending on post frequency. If you'll have me, that is!

That would be great!

[kalstone]

I'm interested. Space Gatlinburg in mid-July sounds nice.

[tibbius]

Oh, I remember the last time this game came up! I might be able to squeeze another game in, depending on post frequency. If you'll have me, that is!

I'm interested. Space Gatlinburg in mid-July sounds nice.

One (and a half?) ... two ? ... looking for one or two more.

[tibbius]

Here's the setup ("Liminus" is the aforementioned town between Here and There):

[tibbius]

And some factions:

[tibbius]

[tibbius]

= In the Town =
Liminus is about a mile across, and sprawling. Not many big buildings here, there's a compact downtown of small businesses and surrounding that are neighborhoods with small houses on quarter- and half-acre lots of scrubby soil and sparse grass. The downtown is run down with a few vacant buildings, potholed streets and cracked sidewalks. Away from downtown, some stretches of sidewalk and street have broken down to gravel or never were paved in the first place.
Colonel Canivarl's Rest Home:: Toward the north side of town, near the Graveyard and the wide open plains, there is a large complex of buildings populated by the most distinguished elderly (and not-so-elderly) veterans and other former public servants of Here. A place where nobody listens.
The Drunken Boblin:: On the outskirts of town near the gulch, there is a bar with the logo of a goblin dressed as the Prophet Bob, complete with cigar and cocktail glass. The Tophats make decisions in a back room. Goblins aren't real.
Post Office:: Located right downtown. People get their mail and those who don't like to be in the Boblin socialize here. Some people say the clerk is a spy for There.
Saltinc:: The company office for the salt mine, on the edge of town near the mesa. The company has seen a drop in production and demand throughout the past decade. The office is a big building that used to be fancy, but some of the windows are boarded.
Mines Guild:: A smallish brick union hall that is located near the Post Office, downtown. It used to be a meeting hall for the Church of Bob. The silhouette of the pipe-smoking prophet is right above the double glass doors. One of the doors has been cracked for a couple of years.
Saucy Susie's:: Also near the Post Office and Mines Guild is a bright and cheerful diner. It's popular for date nights.

[tibbius]

Intro (whenever we get this going I'll copy to the new forum):

It's another arid day. Sun like a hammer, even through your rancheros. The white heat glimmers on the solar panels, up on the mesa; shimmers in waves above the potholed asphalt streets; glints off the chipped paint at the gas compressor station, northeast of town. The dry heat is easy on your skin, but your mouth and throat are parched, your lips are chapped. A thin clear fluid seeps from your sinuses, slightly pink: maybe from the powder that drifts on the breeze, maybe from blood. The cracked clay soil is a darker pink, with scrubby yellow grass and greenish-purple succulents keeping to themselves in scattered barrios of vegetation. Seems like every building has flaking paint, cracked windows, broken siding, inept graffiti, or a mix of all four. Some of the houses on the main drag have broke down vehicles on blocks in the front yard.

You're supposed to meet for lunch at Saucy Susie's, find out why you're really here.

[tibbius]

Notes
The ranchers on the mesa (southwest) are solar ranchers. Most of the top of the mesa is a big solar farm. The forty or fifty ranchers up there live among the panels and maintain them, swapping out and refurbishing inverters. Their ranch supplies a lot of the electricity for Here. They'd like to make a connection to the power grid of There, get a better price for their rays.

The ranchers in the acacia groves (northeast) are gas ranchers. Pipes run from their fields to the compressor plant at the edge of town, where the natural flow gets pressurized and packed into a big line running off to the capital of Here. Like the solar ranchers, these folks spend their days maintaining the harvesting equipment - and looking out for dangerous leaks. They also would like to connect with There and get better rates for their product.

The Tophats own the mineral rights to the salt mine (through Saltinc), and also have the government contract to run the compressor plant.

The Bluehands are kind of associated with the Mines Guild and want to break the Tophats' grip on Liminus.

The missionaries will get along with anyone who accepts their prophesied Magtastrophe.

[tibbius]

Notes
There's something that eats people, roaming the streets at twilight and dawn. It even takes people out of their cars at traffic lights. The sheriff now enforces a curfew. The posse, when they're not hassling the gas ranchers, hunt the something.

[Lance]

So how are you feeling about androids? Or lancers? Or monks? Or androids with a dark past turning a new leaf as a wrongs-righting monastic martial artist?

[tibbius]

So how are you feeling about androids? Or lancers? Or monks? Or androids with a dark past turning a new leaf as a wrongs-righting monastic martial artist?

Yes.

[Scott308]

I do believe that is from "A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash/ Shel Silverstein, correct?

[tibbius]

I do believe that is from "A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash/ Shel Silverstein, correct?

Indeed (and a hearty handshake for yew)

[tibbius]

I do believe that is from "A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash/ Shel Silverstein, correct?

I'm interested. Space Gatlinburg in mid-July sounds nice.

Oh, I remember the last time this game came up! I might be able to squeeze another game in, depending on post frequency. If you'll have me, that is!

I think we have three players here? Please confirm. I'll run with two for now, because my friend Sean is trying to join the boards in order to play in this.

[Lance]

Confirmed

[kalstone]

Confirmed.

[tibbius]

Confirmed.

Confirmed

viewtopic.php?f=1238&t=11810 Starting setting info is up.

You just got into town.

You've known each other for a bit.

Please make characters in the thread for that.