After the Mower, Larval Stage

I finished a thing for WayneCon next week, but maybe I think even the folks that don't get to go there might roll this around in the spirit in which it's conceived.  WayneCon will be one of those times when pictures will be insufficient to communicate the awesomeness of the brain waves engendered, so I offer the wavelength I'm at at the moment.  Payment to the community for just being fun people to interact with, bat things around with, create and explore with.  Like a mystical journey, dig?

For my part, I was in contact with some of the folks that will be at WayneCon when I had this game fall out of the sky into my head while I was mowing/thrashing the patches of weeds and roots that symbolized a lawn outside the trailer in the woods in which I lived with my wife and Very Tiny Baby.  Doug K.'s taken an interest an' this may suffice to whet our appetites, for a spell.  It's late - late means many prepositions and nested ones

That particular mowing, I turned about half way through and I noticed that the Bees were all hovering there, looking at me, as if to say ARE YOU GOING TO MOW THIS PATCH OF GROUND, MAN?  And I was struck by their patience and simple Stoicism and my time there was somewhat trying but almost always interesting in that way.  The game tumbled out of those bees into my ear and I laughed and I fleshed it out later, and it was better at one point but this is what I have, now.

The fox that attacked me, we had come across each other a couple of times in broad daylight when I was jogging in the woods - I didn't know then that each time we crossed paths it was getting more ominous and unsafe, and I was struck by wonder that an animal like that could be so flagrantly fearless.  Not a good sign.  And rabbits!  So many rabbits.  I learned that the woods kind of depends on large numbers of rabbits NOT making it, or else there would simply be too many rabbits, and hungry, ill, and desperate foxes.  Like after the tenth dying baby rabbit, it's not that your heart hardens, but Ants and Buzzards gotta eat same as Rabbits.

Here you go. Simple target numbers, modified maybe by 1 or 2 tops in either direction, 2d6 - you only need one die to signify a success.  2 1's is a critical success, etc. etc.  I think doubles of any kind ought to have some magic in it, so there.

Let me know what you think, or not.  A premise of the game is that Death comes for critters the same as anybody, and it's okay.  Life in the woods goes and goes and they don't tend to complain too much.

Heresy, Inc.

Following up on the Scooby-Doo/40K crossover.  Need to figure out how to do a cravat in green stuff.  by the by, I saw the Scooby movie the other day, and they cast that puppy spot on.  Usually I think Matthew Lillard and Freddie Prinze are wastes but Lillard makes a perfect Shaggy and Fred's not bad (the ladies hit it just right). The CGI is terrible but hey YMMV

Commisar Jones – Grim, Well Dressed, Generally Dense and Clueless.  Never needs a morale check, and ruthlessly murders all those who turn tail in his presence.  Has a tragic thing for the Death Cultist that will never be reciprocated; he now trusts only to his comrades and his array of master-crafted weapons (currently a hot-shot laser pistol and a Mechanicum-hacked Eldar cutlass that he won in a card game).  All psychology is suspended within 12" of him

 

Death Cultist Dympnha Black – Tight synthskin suit and vibro-rapiers.  She is single minded in her determination to slay heretics and meet her end at the hands of a worthy opponent.  She is a 6^th Dan black belt in Terran Ninjudofu, and coincidentally a triple-gold medal winning Zero-G gymnast. In addition to the usual profile, any humanoid opponent will have their I reduced by d6 when attacking her (units all use the same roll) as they gaze upon her unearthly appeal

 

Sister-Hospitaller Dinklage – Prudent, calming, slightly autistic.  A capable surgeon and her practically worthless meat eyes have been replaced by psyocculum-integrated synthetics.  She is a skilled boxer and wears Jokaero Digital Flamers in addition to her Auspex and medi-kit.  A gifted researcher and scholar, she is tireless and sometimes too-focused on solving mysteries.  She lowers any opponent's S and T by 1d6 each since she sees clearly to the bottom of their schemes.

 

Shagrojj – A vicious and bloodthirsty Void-viking turned Space Wolf Scout for the Lone Wolves chapter, he is on loan to Commisar Jones after incurring a life-debt to him.  The team often keeps him sedated with Kalma and colorful 2d animated holos, and he and Sk00-B became friends almost immediately owing to their shared love of tearing out throats.  Shagrojj is fully capable of using any weapon he comes across but prefers lightning claws.  He enjoys being dropped over incursion zones in deep strike maneuvers.  If he is within 12" of Sk00-B at the start of the turn, he gains Fleet and if deployed together they gain Infiltrate

 

Sk00-B – None knows, now, why this cyber-mutt is gifted at drawing forth and ravaging Chaos, Xenos, and Heresy.  The fact of the matter is that wherever this unit is, so too arises scandalous urges in the populace to swindle others, conspire with aliens, and summon evil.  It may be coincidence but early tampering by a Hrud shaman while on patrol with his original Arbites squad may have scrambled his circuits.  He is affixed with many purity seals after personally mauling over a thousand heretics, aliens, and daemons.  The owner may spend a Victory Point or other resource (come to an agreement) to give Sk00-B +d6 attacks at S6, AP3 at the start of, and until the end of the next turn - if he is within 6 inches of Fred, Dymphna, or Dinklage at the start of the turn.

I think that incorporates sufficient Scooby  lore and 40K mechanics for my needs!

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