I am (the Goddamn) Batman. What does this mean to a table-top role-playing game?
In which Rob discusses his new game, struggles with creative freedoms, and gives a GM Technique.
Watch the Skies
I look down the barrel of my rifle.
They say some people are more sensitive to the departed than others.
Am I the only one who noticed that the green dice have one shotgun blast on them and thought, “That’s a natural 6 on a d6, the same mechanic that one requires for success in Shotgun Diaries”?
Every character has five goals.
The Ol’ Boy makes his way over to Dominick and nudges him in the side. The two trade places and Dominick patrols the house for his watch. As Dominick makes his way through the kitchen he hears a wet thump against the back door. He slowly makes his way over to peer out the window into the backyard. Spying dozens of creatures meandering about he heads upstairs to check the front and sides of the house too. As if the house is some silent beacon, the creatures have began to surround the Dillardo residence.
The Good Ol’ Boy slams on the gas and the truck tears off down the road. A couple of the creatures had made their way into the bed of the truck but when they hit the first corner the undead tumble out and slam down onto the sidewalk. The trio watch as the creatures turn to shamble towards them but after a minute, and couple turns, the creatures are nowhere to be seen.
The next morning our trio awakens and begins their trek out into the world with a warm beer. After breakfast they peek out of their hiding spot and find the fifth floor of the parking garage devoid of life and unlife alike. They close their door again and go to turn on the generator. Once power is restored to the parking ramp they begin watching the cameras. The top three floors look empty and while there are a handful on the first three there are considerably less than the night before.