As God is my witness, these practically write themselves.
(Blame @shaenongarrity.)
As God is my witness, these practically write themselves.
(Blame @shaenongarrity.)
I need to accept the fact that THE DAY AFTER RAGNAROK is a dead game line. Which is a shame: this was going to be one heck of an addition to my GAZETEER OF THE POISONED LANDS pitch. I have thought about this one, let me tell you.
I swear to God, these things write themselves.
I really wish THE DAY AFTER RAGNAROK had taken off. It’s real fun to write for.
Continue reading Death Hill [The Day After Ragnarok]Pantera
You can call him Jimmy, if you find the name ridiculous. He does, but it’s the price of doing business.
Continue reading Pantera [The Day After Ragnarok]Gypsy Shipping
Gypsy Shipping is a small company based out of California which does low-weight, high-value courier jobs between California, Texas, and Utah. The American successor states might talk a good game about tolls and borders and whatnot, but nobody has the manpower in the post-Serpentfall world to check all the traffic. Comes right down to it, nobody really wants to. Every Highway Patrolman or Ranger looking for contraband is a soldier that’s not killing mutated gila monsters or whatnot. So, if you don’t want anybody to know about a particular shipment, Gypsy Shipping will be happy to make sure it gets to where it needs to go without too much official interest. For a reasonable amount of money.
Continue reading Gypsy Shipping [The Day After Ragnarok]Ice-Whales of Labrador
City: Hopedale, Labrador
Population: 290 (includes about 200 slaves)
Controls: nothing
Government: Machine
Problem: Monsters
Heroic Opportunity: Arcana
City Aspect: Doom-ridden
Everybody in Hopedale died in the Serpentfall tsunami. Of course, virtually everybody in the coastal parts of Labrador died in the Serpentfall; and since the interior parts of the province were virtually free of human life already, it’s not surprising that what’s left of eastern Canada (centered around the town of Rivière-du-Loup, population 1,795) simply assumes that there’s nothing at all left up there.
Russell Johnson and the Cult of John Frum
The Cargo Cult religious movement is not very well known outside of its home base of Melanesia; anthropology is one of those disciplines that has become horribly underfunded since the Serpentfall. To sum it all up very briefly, there is a religious movement running through much of Oceania that believes that a god or culture hero named ‘John Frum’ would appear and provide Western goods to the faithful in the form of ‘cargo.’ This belief was reinforced during World War II; the American military funnelled vast amounts of equipment and materials through that part of the world, giving credence to the belief system. Many adherents went so far as to build replica airstrips and bases out of local materials, in hopes that this would result in ‘cargo’ deliveries.