#apocalyptic — Public Fediverse posts

I name the monsters finally. We're sort of entering the less passive arc of the main character's interactions with the monsters. However, like any trauma, you go back and forth with confronting it.

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/the-greenland-diaries-day-59/

I name the monsters finally. We're sort of entering the less passive arc of the main character's interactions with the monsters. However, like any trauma, you go back and forth with confronting it.

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/the-greenland-diaries-day-59/

I name the monsters finally. We're sort of entering the less passive arc of the main character's interactions with the monsters. However, like any trauma, you go back and forth with confronting it.

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/the-greenland-diaries-day-59/

I name the monsters finally. We're sort of entering the less passive arc of the main character's interactions with the monsters. However, like any trauma, you go back and forth with confronting it.

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/the-greenland-diaries-day-59/

I name the monsters finally. We're sort of entering the less passive arc of the main character's interactions with the monsters. However, like any trauma, you go back and forth with confronting it.

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/the-greenland-diaries-day-59/

The Greenland Diaries: Day 59

I’ve never been sure what happens when night falls. The Drum has sounded since April, which summons them to kill and mutilate us. It’s now June, and the nightmare has taken on new forms. At least I think it’s the darkness doing this, or them, the faceless ones. Two nights ago, streetlights and cars beamed about the neighborhood’s stale shadows. They looked, sounded, and even smelled real. I could taste their exhaust drift all the way into my shed. It was sour, smoky, and full of oil.

I never thought I’d miss the taste of pollution.

I know it can’t be real. How could anybody think the world would just come back to life when the sun goes down? I wanted to go out into the night, even with the Drum and monsters. Seeing those fragments of civilization, of the pre-drum world, it clouds reality. They make the night feel heavy, and empty of symmetry, like a deep dream.

Last night, the images became even bolder. Lights turned on inside dark houses. Shadows moved back and forth in their windows. Husbands, wives, moms, dads, and children bustled through windows cooking and preparing. Every room in the houses surrounding my shed glowed with the same ghostly orange as the streetlights did. I also noticed inside the rooms the lines of invading plants were absent, like they’d never bored their way through the siding or shattered windows.

The people in the rooms were fuzzy and without much detail, even with the light. The monsters need to refine their strategy. They can’t throw all these abominations at us and expect our forgiveness.

Still, I want to run out to them. I want the windows and hot water. I want to see them, to commiserate with them, to weep away the darkness.

The father I ran into yesterday with his children and dog. I understand their situation, but I still can’t justify his reaction to me. I’m sure he saw my form when I bolted through the exit doorway. The daylight blinded me as I ran through, and I’m sure I had an excellent silhouette for him to see with his long rifle.

I feel like there aren’t many people left anymore, even if we’re all in hiding. Paranoia and madness are a couple of backburner problems compared to these unnamed monsters stalking us on a nightly basis. The man shot at me without yelling a question or warning.

His gunfire did all the talking.

Now I’m worried if Snowy and I wander too far away from my house he’ll shoot us with his rifle, or his beast of a husky will rip my wrist apart and I’ll die of an untreatable infection.

Snowy and I stayed within a block radius of our house today. I walked down to Gerald’s house to see if he’d returned. I yelled into his house in a more muffled tone, but still, just a silent doorway and plant-eaten walls answered my calls. I’m starting to wonder if Gerald wandered too far out one day, and this guy with his rifle shot him dead. This father didn’t seem explicitly crazy when I watched him from afar yesterday, but it was concerning that he hadn’t bothered to bathe himself or his kids. After all, there happens to be a lake across the street from the grocery store. My freshly shaved face hasn’t started to grow plants yet, so it must be safe water.

Snowy and I are always wearing our Kevlar vests now. I didn’t want to weigh down Snowy with this little Kevlar sock I made for her, but the armor might be the only protection.

I guess I’ve always been paranoid about her safety, just not my own.

Today, I read the Hobbit some more. It has been very distracting. Tolkien came up with such fabulous names for everything. I can’t figure out how he did it. Wargs, Gollum, all these great titles and names. They embody the characters and species they represent.

I wonder if anyone has thought of a name for our nightly demons. Could they really pick a fitting word for something we don’t even understand, or have touched before? I think the monsters will always be unnamed.

The Unnamed, yes, that has a certain ring to it.

The Greenland Diaries: Day 59

I’ve never been sure what happens when night falls. The Drum has sounded since April, which summons them to kill and mutilate us. It’s now June, and the nightmare has taken on new forms. At least I think it’s the darkness doing this, or them, the faceless ones. Two nights ago, streetlights and cars beamed about the neighborhood’s stale shadows. They looked, sounded, and even smelled real. I could taste their exhaust drift all the way into my shed. It was sour, smoky, and full of oil.

I never thought I’d miss the taste of pollution.

I know it can’t be real. How could anybody think the world would just come back to life when the sun goes down? I wanted to go out into the night, even with the Drum and monsters. Seeing those fragments of civilization, of the pre-drum world, it clouds reality. They make the night feel heavy, and empty of symmetry, like a deep dream.

Last night, the images became even bolder. Lights turned on inside dark houses. Shadows moved back and forth in their windows. Husbands, wives, moms, dads, and children bustled through windows cooking and preparing. Every room in the houses surrounding my shed glowed with the same ghostly orange as the streetlights did. I also noticed inside the rooms the lines of invading plants were absent, like they’d never bored their way through the siding or shattered windows.

The people in the rooms were fuzzy and without much detail, even with the light. The monsters need to refine their strategy. They can’t throw all these abominations at us and expect our forgiveness.

Still, I want to run out to them. I want the windows and hot water. I want to see them, to commiserate with them, to weep away the darkness.

The father I ran into yesterday with his children and dog. I understand their situation, but I still can’t justify his reaction to me. I’m sure he saw my form when I bolted through the exit doorway. The daylight blinded me as I ran through, and I’m sure I had an excellent silhouette for him to see with his long rifle.

I feel like there aren’t many people left anymore, even if we’re all in hiding. Paranoia and madness are a couple of backburner problems compared to these unnamed monsters stalking us on a nightly basis. The man shot at me without yelling a question or warning.

His gunfire did all the talking.

Now I’m worried if Snowy and I wander too far away from my house he’ll shoot us with his rifle, or his beast of a husky will rip my wrist apart and I’ll die of an untreatable infection.

Snowy and I stayed within a block radius of our house today. I walked down to Gerald’s house to see if he’d returned. I yelled into his house in a more muffled tone, but still, just a silent doorway and plant-eaten walls answered my calls. I’m starting to wonder if Gerald wandered too far out one day, and this guy with his rifle shot him dead. This father didn’t seem explicitly crazy when I watched him from afar yesterday, but it was concerning that he hadn’t bothered to bathe himself or his kids. After all, there happens to be a lake across the street from the grocery store. My freshly shaved face hasn’t started to grow plants yet, so it must be safe water.

Snowy and I are always wearing our Kevlar vests now. I didn’t want to weigh down Snowy with this little Kevlar sock I made for her, but the armor might be the only protection.

I guess I’ve always been paranoid about her safety, just not my own.

Today, I read the Hobbit some more. It has been very distracting. Tolkien came up with such fabulous names for everything. I can’t figure out how he did it. Wargs, Gollum, all these great titles and names. They embody the characters and species they represent.

I wonder if anyone has thought of a name for our nightly demons. Could they really pick a fitting word for something we don’t even understand, or have touched before? I think the monsters will always be unnamed.

The Unnamed, yes, that has a certain ring to it.

The Greenland Diaries: Day 59

I’ve never been sure what happens when night falls. The Drum has sounded since April, which summons them to kill and mutilate us. It’s now June, and the nightmare has taken on new forms. At least I think it’s the darkness doing this, or them, the faceless ones. Two nights ago, streetlights and cars beamed about the neighborhood’s stale shadows. They looked, sounded, and even smelled real. I could taste their exhaust drift all the way into my shed. It was sour, smoky, and full of oil.

I never thought I’d miss the taste of pollution.

I know it can’t be real. How could anybody think the world would just come back to life when the sun goes down? I wanted to go out into the night, even with the Drum and monsters. Seeing those fragments of civilization, of the pre-drum world, it clouds reality. They make the night feel heavy, and empty of symmetry, like a deep dream.

Last night, the images became even bolder. Lights turned on inside dark houses. Shadows moved back and forth in their windows. Husbands, wives, moms, dads, and children bustled through windows cooking and preparing. Every room in the houses surrounding my shed glowed with the same ghostly orange as the streetlights did. I also noticed inside the rooms the lines of invading plants were absent, like they’d never bored their way through the siding or shattered windows.

The people in the rooms were fuzzy and without much detail, even with the light. The monsters need to refine their strategy. They can’t throw all these abominations at us and expect our forgiveness.

Still, I want to run out to them. I want the windows and hot water. I want to see them, to commiserate with them, to weep away the darkness.

The father I ran into yesterday with his children and dog. I understand their situation, but I still can’t justify his reaction to me. I’m sure he saw my form when I bolted through the exit doorway. The daylight blinded me as I ran through, and I’m sure I had an excellent silhouette for him to see with his long rifle.

I feel like there aren’t many people left anymore, even if we’re all in hiding. Paranoia and madness are a couple of backburner problems compared to these unnamed monsters stalking us on a nightly basis. The man shot at me without yelling a question or warning.

His gunfire did all the talking.

Now I’m worried if Snowy and I wander too far away from my house he’ll shoot us with his rifle, or his beast of a husky will rip my wrist apart and I’ll die of an untreatable infection.

Snowy and I stayed within a block radius of our house today. I walked down to Gerald’s house to see if he’d returned. I yelled into his house in a more muffled tone, but still, just a silent doorway and plant-eaten walls answered my calls. I’m starting to wonder if Gerald wandered too far out one day, and this guy with his rifle shot him dead. This father didn’t seem explicitly crazy when I watched him from afar yesterday, but it was concerning that he hadn’t bothered to bathe himself or his kids. After all, there happens to be a lake across the street from the grocery store. My freshly shaved face hasn’t started to grow plants yet, so it must be safe water.

Snowy and I are always wearing our Kevlar vests now. I didn’t want to weigh down Snowy with this little Kevlar sock I made for her, but the armor might be the only protection.

I guess I’ve always been paranoid about her safety, just not my own.

Today, I read the Hobbit some more. It has been very distracting. Tolkien came up with such fabulous names for everything. I can’t figure out how he did it. Wargs, Gollum, all these great titles and names. They embody the characters and species they represent.

I wonder if anyone has thought of a name for our nightly demons. Could they really pick a fitting word for something we don’t even understand, or have touched before? I think the monsters will always be unnamed.

The Unnamed, yes, that has a certain ring to it.

The Greenland Diaries: Day 59

I’ve never been sure what happens when night falls. The Drum has sounded since April, which summons them to kill and mutilate us. It’s now June, and the nightmare has taken on new forms. At least I think it’s the darkness doing this, or them, the faceless ones. Two nights ago, streetlights and cars beamed about the neighborhood’s stale shadows. They looked, sounded, and even smelled real. I could taste their exhaust drift all the way into my shed. It was sour, smoky, and full of oil.

I never thought I’d miss the taste of pollution.

I know it can’t be real. How could anybody think the world would just come back to life when the sun goes down? I wanted to go out into the night, even with the Drum and monsters. Seeing those fragments of civilization, of the pre-drum world, it clouds reality. They make the night feel heavy, and empty of symmetry, like a deep dream.

Last night, the images became even bolder. Lights turned on inside dark houses. Shadows moved back and forth in their windows. Husbands, wives, moms, dads, and children bustled through windows cooking and preparing. Every room in the houses surrounding my shed glowed with the same ghostly orange as the streetlights did. I also noticed inside the rooms the lines of invading plants were absent, like they’d never bored their way through the siding or shattered windows.

The people in the rooms were fuzzy and without much detail, even with the light. The monsters need to refine their strategy. They can’t throw all these abominations at us and expect our forgiveness.

Still, I want to run out to them. I want the windows and hot water. I want to see them, to commiserate with them, to weep away the darkness.

The father I ran into yesterday with his children and dog. I understand their situation, but I still can’t justify his reaction to me. I’m sure he saw my form when I bolted through the exit doorway. The daylight blinded me as I ran through, and I’m sure I had an excellent silhouette for him to see with his long rifle.

I feel like there aren’t many people left anymore, even if we’re all in hiding. Paranoia and madness are a couple of backburner problems compared to these unnamed monsters stalking us on a nightly basis. The man shot at me without yelling a question or warning.

His gunfire did all the talking.

Now I’m worried if Snowy and I wander too far away from my house he’ll shoot us with his rifle, or his beast of a husky will rip my wrist apart and I’ll die of an untreatable infection.

Snowy and I stayed within a block radius of our house today. I walked down to Gerald’s house to see if he’d returned. I yelled into his house in a more muffled tone, but still, just a silent doorway and plant-eaten walls answered my calls. I’m starting to wonder if Gerald wandered too far out one day, and this guy with his rifle shot him dead. This father didn’t seem explicitly crazy when I watched him from afar yesterday, but it was concerning that he hadn’t bothered to bathe himself or his kids. After all, there happens to be a lake across the street from the grocery store. My freshly shaved face hasn’t started to grow plants yet, so it must be safe water.

Snowy and I are always wearing our Kevlar vests now. I didn’t want to weigh down Snowy with this little Kevlar sock I made for her, but the armor might be the only protection.

I guess I’ve always been paranoid about her safety, just not my own.

Today, I read the Hobbit some more. It has been very distracting. Tolkien came up with such fabulous names for everything. I can’t figure out how he did it. Wargs, Gollum, all these great titles and names. They embody the characters and species they represent.

I wonder if anyone has thought of a name for our nightly demons. Could they really pick a fitting word for something we don’t even understand, or have touched before? I think the monsters will always be unnamed.

The Unnamed, yes, that has a certain ring to it.

The Greenland Diaries: Day 59

I’ve never been sure what happens when night falls. The Drum has sounded since April, which summons them to kill and mutilate us. It’s now June, and the nightmare has taken on new forms. At least I think it’s the darkness doing this, or them, the faceless ones. Two nights ago, streetlights and cars beamed about the neighborhood’s stale shadows. They looked, sounded, and even smelled real. I could taste their exhaust drift all the way into my shed. It was sour, smoky, and full of oil.

I never thought I’d miss the taste of pollution.

I know it can’t be real. How could anybody think the world would just come back to life when the sun goes down? I wanted to go out into the night, even with the Drum and monsters. Seeing those fragments of civilization, of the pre-drum world, it clouds reality. They make the night feel heavy, and empty of symmetry, like a deep dream.

Last night, the images became even bolder. Lights turned on inside dark houses. Shadows moved back and forth in their windows. Husbands, wives, moms, dads, and children bustled through windows cooking and preparing. Every room in the houses surrounding my shed glowed with the same ghostly orange as the streetlights did. I also noticed inside the rooms the lines of invading plants were absent, like they’d never bored their way through the siding or shattered windows.

The people in the rooms were fuzzy and without much detail, even with the light. The monsters need to refine their strategy. They can’t throw all these abominations at us and expect our forgiveness.

Still, I want to run out to them. I want the windows and hot water. I want to see them, to commiserate with them, to weep away the darkness.

The father I ran into yesterday with his children and dog. I understand their situation, but I still can’t justify his reaction to me. I’m sure he saw my form when I bolted through the exit doorway. The daylight blinded me as I ran through, and I’m sure I had an excellent silhouette for him to see with his long rifle.

I feel like there aren’t many people left anymore, even if we’re all in hiding. Paranoia and madness are a couple of backburner problems compared to these unnamed monsters stalking us on a nightly basis. The man shot at me without yelling a question or warning.

His gunfire did all the talking.

Now I’m worried if Snowy and I wander too far away from my house he’ll shoot us with his rifle, or his beast of a husky will rip my wrist apart and I’ll die of an untreatable infection.

Snowy and I stayed within a block radius of our house today. I walked down to Gerald’s house to see if he’d returned. I yelled into his house in a more muffled tone, but still, just a silent doorway and plant-eaten walls answered my calls. I’m starting to wonder if Gerald wandered too far out one day, and this guy with his rifle shot him dead. This father didn’t seem explicitly crazy when I watched him from afar yesterday, but it was concerning that he hadn’t bothered to bathe himself or his kids. After all, there happens to be a lake across the street from the grocery store. My freshly shaved face hasn’t started to grow plants yet, so it must be safe water.

Snowy and I are always wearing our Kevlar vests now. I didn’t want to weigh down Snowy with this little Kevlar sock I made for her, but the armor might be the only protection.

I guess I’ve always been paranoid about her safety, just not my own.

Today, I read the Hobbit some more. It has been very distracting. Tolkien came up with such fabulous names for everything. I can’t figure out how he did it. Wargs, Gollum, all these great titles and names. They embody the characters and species they represent.

I wonder if anyone has thought of a name for our nightly demons. Could they really pick a fitting word for something we don’t even understand, or have touched before? I think the monsters will always be unnamed.

The Unnamed, yes, that has a certain ring to it.

This far into the story, and we're only just getting started. I'm happy you get to experience these monsters with me every Monday. Enjoy!

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/18/the-greenland-diaries-day-58/

This far into the story, and we're only just getting started. I'm happy you get to experience these monsters with me every Monday. Enjoy!

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/18/the-greenland-diaries-day-58/

This far into the story, and we're only just getting started. I'm happy you get to experience these monsters with me every Monday. Enjoy!

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/18/the-greenland-diaries-day-58/

This far into the story, and we're only just getting started. I'm happy you get to experience these monsters with me every Monday. Enjoy!

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/18/the-greenland-diaries-day-58/

This far into the story, and we're only just getting started. I'm happy you get to experience these monsters with me every Monday. Enjoy!

#writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/18/the-greenland-diaries-day-58/

#digitalphotography #photomanipulation #surreal #multipleexposures #photocollage #photopainting #trees #moon #chimney #clouds #dusk #nightphotography #stjohns #portland #apocalyptic #sciencefiction #glitcheffects #nogenerativeai

#digitalphotography #photomanipulation #surreal #multipleexposures #photocollage #photopainting #trees #moon #chimney #clouds #dusk #nightphotography #stjohns #portland #apocalyptic #sciencefiction #glitcheffects #nogenerativeai

#digitalphotography #photomanipulation #surreal #multipleexposures #photocollage #photopainting #trees #moon #chimney #clouds #dusk #nightphotography #stjohns #portland #apocalyptic #sciencefiction #glitcheffects #nogenerativeai

#digitalphotography #photomanipulation #surreal #multipleexposures #photocollage #photopainting #trees #moon #chimney #clouds #dusk #nightphotography #stjohns #portland #apocalyptic #sciencefiction #glitcheffects #nogenerativeai

#digitalphotography #photomanipulation #surreal #multipleexposures #photocollage #photopainting #trees #moon #chimney #clouds #dusk #nightphotography #stjohns #portland #apocalyptic #sciencefiction #glitcheffects #nogenerativeai

https://www.europesays.com/africa/171834/ Trump aid cuts to Africa: How economies grew despite funding slump #administrations #Africa #AID #apocalyptic #cause #continentwide #Crisis #Cuts #despite #economies #Funding #grew #how #last #likely #proportions #reduction #seemed #sharp #slump #to #Trump #year

The Dreaded Pulviss
Grab it today at the recession friendly price of Pay What You Want! At
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

For the mutant Epoch tabletop role-playing game.

#mondaymutants #pulviss #pwyw #paywhatyouwant #free #mutantepoch #mutie #buckteeth #drivethrurpg #ugly #monster #apocalyptic #thrall #inkart #inkartist #postapocalyptic #themutantepoch #outlandsystem #ttrpg #outlandarts #mutants #mutant #gameart #rpgart #williammcausland like #gammaworld or #mutantyearzero or #mutantcrawlclassics #freak

Pulviss: Monday Mutant 31 just Released!

Don’t become the unwilling subscriber and rope-bound follower of this hulking mutie!

The Pulviss gets its name from the word ‘pulverize’. This apt name serves it well for both its brutal, multiple close-in attacks, as well as its bizarre need to dominate, demoralize and crush the willpower and self respect of those that it collects.

This collector of unwilling playthings, pets, and bait humans includes a 1d8 random mutation table, 2d12 table of possible humanoid thrall captives to rescue, along with a 3d6 table of collectibles that the beast carries as loot, or barter items when in the mood to trade for luxuries.

Link:
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

#mondaymutants #pulviss #pwyw #paywhatyouwant #free #mutantepoch #mutie #buckteeth #drivethrurpg #ugly #monster #apocalyptic #thrall #inkart #inkartist #postapocalyptic #themutantepoch #outlandsystem #ttrpg #outlandarts #mutants #mutant #gameart #rpgart like #gammaworld or #mutantyearzero or #mutantcrawlclassics #freak

Move fast. Break Things

#digitalillustration #illustration #drawing #digitaldrawing #digitalpainting #digitalart #noai #digitalartists #digitalartist
#surreal #surrealism #apocalypse #apocalipse #apocalyptic
#surrealism #surrealcollage #collageart #collage #dog
#dogsofinstagram #dogstagram #imperialism
#capitalism #imperialismmemes #imperialismsucks
#fuckimperialism #fuckcapitalism #acidsocialism
#acidcommunism #psychedelicsocialism #psychedelic
#psychedelics #frutigeraero #sabotage

Montage of assorted Digital Being personas

Ink Art from page 70 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Digital Beings go up in rank like any other character, however because they have a few features that physical characters do not, they use their own Rank Gain matrix shown below. If this character inhabits a cyborg, android or robotic body, then these bodies also grow stronger, adapts, and improves through adventuresome exploits, and therefore also go up in rank according to their type. See the section on Digital Being Starting Container or Body on the next page for which containers and body types are eligible to go up in rank.

https://www.outlandarts.com/expansionrules.htm

#elvis #nun #pope #clown #bobross #happylittleclouds #digitalbeing #AIentity #selfaware #computerized #combot #robot #warbot #montage #characters #mutantepoch #apocalyptic #expansionrules #postapocalyptic #themutantepoch #outlandsystem #RPG #ttrpg #outlandarts #mutants #gameart #rpgart #TME like #gammaworld or #mutantyearzero or #mutantcrawlclassics

Role-Playing Gamers
From an article on Creating Intriguing Player Handouts. Being able to hold physical notes, maps and clues is a huge advantage that tabletop gamers can enjoy that computer gamers usually can’t.

https://www.outlandarts.com/TME-excavator-monthly-compendium.htm

#gamenight #gametable #GMscreen #rpgbook #tme #rpg #ttrpg #mutantepoch #apocalyptic #postapocalyptic #mutants #epoch #wasteland #tabletoprpg #tabletop #rpgart #indiegame #indierpg like #fallout #degenesis #gammaworld or #mutantyearzero or #mutantcrawlclassics

The Islamic conquests did lead to the eventual adoption of Arabic and the loss of the #Coptic language. An #apocalyptic text from the 10th C or so, the Apocalypse of Pseudo-Samuel, warns that adopting the Arabic language will destroy #Christianity in Egypt.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apocalypse_of_Samuel_of_Kalamoun

Coptic continues as a liturgical language for church services, but the last new Coptic text is perhaps the Martyrdom of John of Phanijoit, an odd story.

#BlackHistoryMonth #Africa
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SOMETIMES YOU JUST WANT TO FISH

(Courtesy @dvs via Discord)

#NoMansSky
#NMS #NoMansSkyVoyagers #SciFi #procgen #games #gamers #gaming #screenshot #gametography #virtualphotography #fishing #apocalyptic #gameshots #HelloGames

Digital Being PC inhabiting a Medallion Disc

Ink Art from page 73 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

This device looks like some sort of art déco style piece of ancient jewelry. 2 in 6 will feature genuine gold and silver decorative elements, and of these, 1 in 6 will also be fitted with gemstones which double the buy or sell price. They are very much like palm disks and feature the same chance of a potential add-on. Because they are worn on a stainless steel or leather necklace, they can often be slipped beneath a wearer’s clothing — although doing so blocks the digital being’s visual receptors unless the fabric is specially punctured or of a mesh material.

You can play these digital beings using the new rule book.
https://www.outlandarts.com/expansionrules.htm

#medalliondisk #wearabletech #hologram #holoprojector #cybergirl #digitalbeing #chatbot #AIentity #selfaware#relic #machete #mutantepoch #apocalyptic #expansionrules #postapocalyptic #themutantepoch #outlandsystem #RPG #ttrpg #inkartist #gameart #rpgart #TME

Wristwatch Projector
Ink Art from page 72 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Besides being an excellent projector that allows hands free use, this watch can also be worn under the wearer’s armor to better protect it — although anything blocking the topside projection emitter will stop the holographic image from appearing, seeing its surroundings or launching its shock generator or most other apps — yet the digital being can still verbally interact with the wearer.

Come say hello at this EN World thread:
https://www.enworld.org/threads/the-mutant-epoch-rpg-expansion-rules-book-is-finally-here.707667/

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Critical Hits for Hacking Attacks
Ink Art from page 68 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

[Dice rolls of 01] Roll 1d10 Outcome of a Critical Hacking Attack

Roll result 10. System Overload! The target CPU suffers a cataclysmic override and bursts into flame amid a shower of sparks. The CPU takes 1d100 data damage and whatever installation, vehicle, body or container it occupies loses the next 1d6 turns and takes 2d20 endurance damage. If the harm from either of these two damage rolls is enough to finish off either the CPU or the body, then the target is fried and ‘dead’ and cannot be occupied by another digital being.

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Digital Combat
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Hacking and Firewall
Besides traits, other details unique to digital beings are their attack and defense modes, with hacking equivalent to strike value, and firewall equivalent to defense value. These traits are abbreviated as HK and FW.

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Heavy Combat Android vs Skullock Horde

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The Android Bounty Hunter

Example of Pre-Game Castes: Military, Covert

Roll a twenty sided dice to discover your android’s pre-game career:
Roll 1d20: 1. Bounty Hunter / 2. Bunker Dweller / 3. Junk-Doctor / 4. Repairer / 5. Scavenger / 6. Technician, Cybernetic / 7. Wastelander / 8. Slave, Laborer / 9. Slave, Gladiator / 10. Nomad / 11. Trader / 12. Crafts person / 13. Technician / 14. Street Thug / 15. Raider / 16. Pirate / 17. Thief  / 18.19. Assassin / 20. Mercenary

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Android Special Features
From the book: “As a character, a unique android will have random traits, skills, implants and potential features according to the tables that follow. All androids can read, write and do math. At first, androids can appear to be complex, hard to generate characters based on the extensive amount of PC creation material presented on the next 29 pages, however, creating one is really quite simple and involves one or more rolls on each of the tables to follow.”

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Android Handedness

Androids, especially advanced or physically active varieties, have a much higher likelihood of being ambidextrous than human or mutant human characters do. Roll 1d10 on the following table at character generation, however, medical, technician, scientific and military android categories all gain +2 on the following 1d10 roll.



Table XR-51/ Android Handedness, Roll 1d10

1-3. Left Handed

4-9. Right Handed

10+. Ambidextrous

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Android’s Hair

Androids normally come standard with stitched on nylon wigs, although many military models are entirely bald.
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Android Auditory Capabilities Roll 1d10
1-3. Damaged: One auditory receptor damaged, but it can be replaced if a spare hearing module is inserted by a robotics technician. This android hears only half as well as a human and suffers -1 initiative until repaired. 

4-5. Normal Human: This android can hear as well as a human.

6,7. Double Human: This model can hear twice as well as a regular person.

8. Double Enhanced
9. Extreme Hearing
10. Extreme Plus Radio Reception

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Sensory Capabilities of Unique Androids: Sight

At the minimum, unique androids have all the same sensory receptors as pure stock humans, but often one or more of these senses are heightened or exhibit additional capabilities.

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Alloy Steel Cladding
This steel carapace is either black, gleaming chrome or some sort of metallic metal, such as green, red or blue. While the android encased in this two centimeter thick, articulating armored shell might have the splendid physique of a fit man or woman, there is no mistaking it for a living human despite the appearance score of the android. Other armor, and some special features that might conceal this plating, can be worn with this protective layer.

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CPU Within Android’s Head
The CPU (Central Processing Unit) of an android is its hard-wired, computerized brain and occupies the skull cavity of the head. Other than a jury-rigged CPU variety, listed in the table below, the computerized brain housed in this android is fixed and can’t be switched in and out without deleting the consciousness, however, by gaining ranks, trait improvements can a occur.

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Polycarbonate Sheath Skin
While still flexible like skin, this covering is hard to mistake as anything natural, and while it hugs the contours of the body shape within, and seems to pronounce any gender identifying physical attributes, the skin itself is not warm, exhibits little subtleness or responsiveness despite any amatory capabilities the android might have. This skin is usually of some unnatural color, and like ballistic mesh, is exhibits a grid or diamond shaped pattern which sometimes reflects light almost like fish scales.

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Plastic Sheathing Android Skin
While this skin might have a few scuff marks, a well-hidden patch, stitched up cut, or puckered hole where a bullet or arrow once caught this unit, this flexible sheathing is stretchy and very human-like. In short, it does the job of concealing the android’s true nature from a few feet away. Such skin is about a centimeter thick, except on the face where it must better follow the contours of the synthetic skeletal structure beneath. Although, quite realistic looking, it has no warmth of its own and does not always bend the way human skin does.

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Android Tissue Sheathing
Sheathing is the skin encasement around the android’s body and face — at least where obvious cybernetic implants are not affixed. A unique android might start game play with the most advanced alloy cladding, a more typical plastic sheathing, or be unlucky and have no covering at all and all its servo motors, wiring, pistons and underlying skeletal frame exposed. Androids start with a base defense value of 0 (zero) just like a human character, however apply any agility modifiers, sheathing mods, or skill-based changes after the character is created.

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Android Skeletal Composition
What’s your android character’s skeleton made from? Got a ten sided dice?

Roll 1d10 Skeletal Material
1-4. Plastic boned
5,6. Mixed plastic and aluminum bones
7. Aluminum bones
8. Stainless steel bones
9. Alloy steel bones
10.+ Polycarbonate bones

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Space Force Android
These well built, advanced androids were used as security and boarding troops during operations aboard space stations and vessels, as well as deposited on the ground on moons, asteroid mines, and other planets such as Mars.

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Pilot Military Android

Built light, agile, and of higher intelligence than most other androids, these units were made in the both male and female patterns in about equal numbers — and often with enhanced appearance. While civilian android co-pilots were used in old world airlines and inter-city hover transports, primary piloting was done by trusted human operators after several infamous incidents where Mecha corrupted air crews took over flights. For the military, however, the use of android pilots was acceptable — at least in the early years of the End Time Wars.

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Tanker Military Android

Although tough, these drivers of ancient armored vehicles were built smaller, more agile and better able to fit into, and move around inside many old world vehicles. While nearly all such ancient tanks, armored personnel carriers and battle trucks have long since been destroyed — or else their fuel supply long since dried up — many of these lean, highly skilled ‘tankers’ survived the ancient wars. These soldiers spread across the world and now survive however they can.

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Heavy Combat Military Android

Once widely deployed on the sides of Mecha and human factions of old, their large size made them stand out, and so receive unwanted attention and multiple incoming rounds. Few of these brutes now walk the twisted world of The Mutant Epoch, but those that do are much feared, well respected, and incredibly valuable assets to any wasteland warlord or dig team. They stand at least a foot (30cm) taller than a large man, are broad of chest and shoulder and have enormous, cable knotted muscles

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Grunt Military Android

By far these are the most common military androids ever made, and easily the most frequently discovered variant in the post-apocalyptic new era. Built solid, with access to plenty of spare parts from all those of their classification who fell in long ago battles, they exhibit an ideal balance of ruggedness, speed and talent to bring the hurt to the enemy. Unique specimens of this type make for exceptional excavators and can appear as males or females, are always modeled after well built human specimens of larger than average size.

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