It's so bat-shit over the top I love it.

So, do you want thigh, arm, or ribcage?

>Now, under the supervision of the S.S. German line of the Frankenstein family, Adam has been supplied with an atelier- created a homununculus army and array of azoth weapons for the Reich in exchange for the facilities to try to recreate the experiment that once created him a mate, in hopes of this time completing the ritual that will merge himself and the female mate into the alchemical androdgyn- their stitched flesh becoming the unmarked flesh of a hermaprhoditic angel with the power to destroy all of creation in atomic fire.

Now say that three times fast.

Dracula speaks to them through his bones, of course. And I imagine he's got a sarcastic, somewhat drolly amused attitude.

Not even exalted is this insane

What exactly had you been drinking when you came up with this, and where can I get some?

Whoever wrote this needs therapy. Then needs to go write for White Wolf.

>baw its not 40k

Ignore the faggots, OP, its really good Content. And we always need more, Content.

>>1519222

I don't like 40k either, but really, try pitching this to your players and see if they take it seriously. I dare you.

OP we gota have moar. too good.

Honestly, I want to run a game that at least this over the top, makes even anime crap look realistic, campaign

>>1519198

Diet green tea with citrus.

Now, I imagine Hell is on the side of our heroes, since Hell no more wants all of creation uncreated than anyone else (it's rather bad for business, don't you think?). This of course puts them in a rather compromising tradition. They're trying to redeem the legacy of St.George by fighting his direct descendants (the German Frankensteins, though George's legacy was always stronger in Eastern Europe, religiously speaking), trying to save the world using the power of the fiend St.George died slaying (Dracula), and now are being offered aid by merry old Satan himself.

I'd play the fuck out of this.

And, in case I didn't make it clear enough, the goal is basically to prevent Frankenstein's Monster from making a new patchwork woman so he can merge with it in a ritual and became a hermaphroditic angel thing- flesh reborn in the alchemical androgyn, a new being no longer a bunch of reanimated stitched together limbs. He wants to be whole, to find completion. He's not a bad guy...or at least, he's a sympathetic villain.

The Nazi Frankensteins though...go nuts. They're the dark mirror of our Transylvanian Frankenstein heroes.

>>1519222

I was under the impression that everyone posting here had been complimenting the OP.

No?

I don't need compliments- just use ideas you think are cool in your games, and come up with crazy ideas of your own and spread them around too!

For great justice (and batshit insanity)!

Nazi cyborg Frankenstein monsters?

Next page.

Alexander the Great, Nordic Ultraterrestrial, is not an racist ubermenesnchen son of a bitch like his fellows despite his aryan good looks. Instead he infiltrated the Macedonian royal family and built an empire in order to try to bridge cultures and mingle the races, following a dream of a utopian future for his beloved humanity. But he was stopped in his tracks at India, which had long been in the clutches of the Nordic racemind, who had instigated the Aryan takeover and establishment of Hinduism to keep the indigenous people down. Alexander died of fever in Babylon after failing to invade his fellow Nordics' stronghold in India.

But Alexander left his alien technology behind, hidden in Alexandria and other locations, which now must be ressurected by the forces of the free world (and our dashing pulpy PC's) in order to stop the Nordic aided dictator named Adolph Hitler...

Next idea won't have Nazis, I promise.

>>1519265

OW

And then suddenly... JAPANESE PANDORAN PYRAMIDHEAD!

The Alexander Gates are actually ancient alien tech relics built into the mountains that, when activated, will release the Asuras, the alien race that were once the gods of India but were imprisoned when the Nordic sponsored Aryans took over. The Asuras will give the Allies their own alien helpers against the Nordic/Nazi compact, but only if our heroes can find the Alexander Gates before the Ahenerbe archeological team (aided with alien tech of their own) can!

Would that make James a Demiurge trying to bring his wife back as a Promethean?>>1519283

The PC's are family members in a North American native tribe, forced into all sorts of difficult quests by an overly demanding Kachina ancestor spirit that will come back from the grave with dark powers if they don't appease it's wishes. They can also meet/be aided by friendlier dead relatives, who skeletons sometimes return from the grave to have a conversation, share some tobacco, and maybe drink a little.

How about a game where the PC's are voodoo loa possessing disciples and using their supernatural powers to become the world's first superheroes, battling demons and other evil spirits in the public eye?

>>1519283

Which reminds me..if all this nazi smashing is making the WWII era Japanese feel lonely, what if there was only one atomic bomb dropped on Japan, and the explosion and "radiation" at Hiroshima was actually a demon breaking free from an ancient shrine (after a thousand years finally I'm free to conquer to the earth, etc.) ?

The PC's are Infrared (the United States' most classified agency) agents in post-war Japan under American occupation, investigating the trail of the Great Old One type being released from Nagasaki that day. Involve lots of Cthulu cults, Japanese style, and borrow liberally from Japanese ghost culture (see: http://www.obakemono.com/ ) for lesser abominations to plague them during their secretive detective-work.

>>1519405


Also borrowing from the Obakemono project's wonderful collection of human spectres (many of them, according to legend, living people twisted by the same intense emotions or cruel fates that create ghosts in most cultures), the PC's could be twisted, pathetic sufferers of a rare psychobiological condition called Ghost Freak Syndrome, having essentially become bizarre living ghosts with supernatural powers (and supernatural weaknesses) and living a marginalized existence, probably hiding out in a dingy hotel living off their meager compensation from the government. What could unite such a motely crew? A common foe? The adversity and predjudice they face every day? A chance for a cure?

Maybe they support themselves by working at night, when people are less likely to see their hideous forms, and applying their "unusual" talents at "night work", using their half-supernatural/half-mortal existences to act as paranormal troubleshooters for affluent and old-fashioned clients, most of them likely either in religion or organized crime.

This thread is made of unbelievable win.

America was first colonized by Templars fleeing the persecution of their order and carrying loads of treasure in their fleet. They named the colony Arcadia, the earthly paradise of the West.

Walter Raleigh, of the School of the Night (a rosicrucian occult order) sponsored the first English colony in North America, and was later followed by the Freemasons, searching for Templar treasure. However once the 13 colonies grew strong enough, it became a Masonic civil war and America split and the United States was born.

The Secret Service are a pseudo-Masonic fraternity patterned after the Knights Templar, who went extinct in America before the English colonization began, but left behind secret temples, treasures, and illuminated manuscripts.

It is their sacred duty to protect America from the threats of the old order of European Masons that the Schismatic Masons who founded the United States made enemies for eternity with. It's a secret war raging in the shadows of cryptic America.

The Cola Wars of the 1980's are really an occult struggle vying for symbolic control of the great American power unleashed with the sacred king killing ritual of JFK. The PC's are burnt out 70's psychics and magicians employed by one of the big two to supernaturally sabotage the ritual symbolism of the other (or, you know, break in, steal secrets, and wreck stuff).

The PC's are Finnish soldiers fighting a bitter cold guirrella war against the invading Soviets, whose force is secretly headed by Kolschei the Deathless who seeks his heart, entombed somewhere in Finland. On their side, the plucky Finns have been empowered by Mother Winter, Kolschei's jealous ex-wife.

The PC's are the increasingly bizarre companions of a gonzo journalist, on a series of increasingly ill advised ventures taking them through dictatorships, despots, cannibal pygmy country, and police conventions - all the while the world becoming stranger and stranger (and the journalist more and more debilatatingly drugged out) as they start to realize the entire universe is just a hallucination of the journalist and the weird stuff is his attempts to fight boredom. I call it the Melancholy of Hunter S. Thompson.

>>1519538

FUCK YEA

The PC's are inducted recruits in the United States military's special project launching top secret missions into the psychic dreamscape. For some reason having been recruited because they were born with a caul over their faces, the brave (and often unhinged) men and women of Project: Bendantanti are sent, in consciousness, into the dreamscape as astral werewolves to battle demonic alien psionic entities trying to control the dreams and souls of humanity.

The PC's are the descendants of Frankish paladins during the Dark Ages who refuse to let the fact that Charles the Great is long dead dissuade them from venturing into the lands of the Saracens to the East, seeking the city of Sarras where Galahad sought the Holy Grail. Each party member is armed with one of the legendary swords of Charlemagne's empire: the Joyeuse, the Durendal, Curtana (Sword of Mercy and Temporal Justice), and the Almace. Additional party members can be such mascots as a Saracen guide complete with "greek" fire grenades and a handgonne, a stout friar, and a brave squire.

Sir John Mandeville has been to everywhere except Paradise - until now. The Baron Munchausen-esque explorer is dead and bound for glory, accompanied on his metaphysical meanderings by his extraordinary servants: a dog-headed man from the Kingdom of Prester John, a one eyed giant from the island of Lesser India, and so on.

The PC's are just ordinary run of the mill beat cops in the Galacticu Patrol Rangers Force Zetai - color coded uniforms are mandatory and they get the most run down and unglamorous of the mecha AND have to fill out loads of paperwork after each giant monster battle.

>>1519538
DO WANT

I'm starting to feel ill, increasing with each idea I write...

>>1519655
That's just the pure epic win engulfing your mind, press on my genius writer!

>>1519223

Have you never GM-ed for players before? Trust me, they come to you with Cabbage Patch Bullshit tattooed down their ass-cracks. Players come up with some stupid shit quite a bit when they hand in those concepts. Long-lost brothers, time-travelling clones, and a host of emotional cripples and crazy shits with built in excuses to fuck your game up.

Fuck the players! They don't like it - get some more!

Now combine them all

My sole quibble: didn't Adam chase Frankenstein to the ARCtic, not the ANTarctic?

Either way, this shit is awesome. I vote archive.

>>1519705

Didn't Dr.Frankenstein chase Adam to the Artic?

Anyways, I changed it to Antartic because the Nazis didn't invade the Artic...well they did take Norway, so it's plausible. But..but..Neuschwabland!...

>>1519705
Yeah, it was the arctic. They were chasing each other on/through the pack ice. And it was Frankenstein chasing his Monster, but anyway.

(actually, read the book. it's fun)

>>1519714
who cares about accuracy to the source material as long as it's cool... you're making your own plot

The Merovingian bloodline is not that of Christ but of deep ones. It all started when a French knight was seduced into the waters by a "mermaid"...later the first Merovinge king emerged as the result of that union.

King Charles IV was once Charles the Blessed, and later Charles the Mad? What happened to make the French King think he was made of glass? Well, by that time, he was, because he was just a fetch left by the Fairies when they took the real Charles.

Throughout history the royalty of France have been one supernatural fuckup after another. And, like all rulers, they require a circle of competent advisors and servants. Hence the PC's, the immortal leftovers of the various unnatural administrations (there can be a vampire, a clockwork servant, a golem, etc.) Think Blackadder meets the WoD meets France.

>>1519718
Ah, other way around. It's been about a year since I read it, I keep meaning to get my own copy.

The PC's are dead rock stars from the golden era, risen from the grave to wreak havoc on the music-hating totalitarian state of the future. The world is ending, and the dead rock the earth.

The Nazis unsunk what some call Atlantis, what they thought was Ultima Thule.

They weren't expecting for it to be Tarshish and to be confronted with the orichalum weapons of the Lost Tribes of Israel, battle-ready Hebrews with high-technology.

The Nazis have stolen the ark of the covenant (the most dangerous piece of technology in the galaxy). Are you a bad enough hebrew to get back the ark of the covenant?

>>1519771
I am loving this thread more with every passing moment.

>>1519771
I lol'd

Barabus taught them combat, Mary Magdalene taught them spycraft, and Simon Magus taught them magic. They're the Fishes, the secret protectors of the Christian faith, guarding the faithful from shapeshifting mantigores (men that turn into lions and tigers) of the far east contracted by the Roman Empire.

The Jesuit order is dedicated to spreading Christianity and fighting Protestantism everywhere- traveling the furthest reaches of the globe. So is it any surprise that they followed Virgil's path into Hell, carrying with them diplomatic immunity?

The PC's are imps and devils assigned to act as bodyguards, liasons, and general dogsbodies for the Jesuit missionaries, and failure to do so is under threat of unimaginable punishment from Lord Lucifer himself.

Extra hilarity when a Lutheran friar arrives and they have to find a way to stop the two groups of humans from killing each other without being allowed to lay a finger on any of them.

The dismembered limbs of a dead man must work together to get back his internal organs before they can rest in peace. Detective story meets crime caper (they were killed by the mob, then find the organs were sold to organ smugglers, who are shipping them through the triads, and so forth), and part horror (how do you think a bunch of body parts get revenge or beat information out of a subject?)

One PC is a heart-ripper. He eats people's hearts, gaining their memories, skills, powers, and so forth. The other PC's are the victims he's racked up so far, each exercising limited control over the host body.

A hunting party gets lost in the mountain woods one night, get drunk on feyrie wine and play ten-pins with the spirits. When they wake up their firelocks are all rusty and the world has changed. There's cars and cellular phones and a land development company has an army of bulldozers and construction workers poised to take their mountain.

You have a really long beard, an anachronistic way about you, and a rusty musket.

Go tell those fuckers to git off your lawn.

Demons walk the earth, and do so hiding within the putrid embrace of organized crime. To root out this evil, the Vatican has secretly authorized the establishment of Church moles within the mob, trained to blend in, root out demonic influence, and exorcise it with extreme prejudice. But the life of a double-agent is dangerous, and the agents are still sworn to holy vows such as Thou Shalt Not Kill (does not apply to demons, demonhosts, and so on). These aren't your glamorous Vatican undercover exorcists, no these are...Reliquary Dogs.

>>1519975
I want to be Mr. Pink.

Mr.Haberdashery runs Victorian England's finest (and best groomed) private espionage firm. As employees you enjoy the benefits of a dazzling mustache, a pistol, and extra pence for lunch as you track down yellow perils, delve into nefarious plots of the Hun, and match wits with London (and thus the world) 's most ingenius criminal madmen.

>>1519575
I'm soooo fucking running this one

The PC's are operatives of BERZERKERGANG, a private institution sanctioned by no government, that tracks, neutralizes, and obtains samples (alive if possible) of "Wargs" - individuals suffering from a parasitic infection their corporate funded scientists call Vargulf's Disease. The infection allows a person to appear stable and even imitate their old self, only to be triggered and cause a physical transformation as adrenaline and growth horomones flood the body and the victim is enraged to kill every human being in site until they revert once more. Is it any wonder that these wolves in sheep's clothing are also referred to as Turn-Coats?

But what cause can infection that seeks to use it's host as an instrument to kill, not spread the infection, have? Could the microscopic parasite really have some sort of invasion plan and be bent on exterminating the human race?!

Jump out of black helicopters and white vans, track nigh untraceable serial/spree killers, and contend with their psychotic further, enhanced intelligence, and inhuman strength. And, oh yeah. You have to try to bring them back alive.

>>1520094

For more on the Bendantanti, I suggest you read Ken Hite's Suppressed Transmissions article "Who You Gonna Caul?"

The PC's are a group of monks and holymen on a long journey with no choice but to convert demons and monsters to Buddhism and use their strength for protection against the various monsters and demons trying to eat their holy flesh in order to become gods.

(Lol Journey West)

You have dreams of being an ancient-priest king and even darker, older dreams trying to force into your skull - dreams of blackness and chaos.

You look in the mirror and you see something that looks like Cloverfield, no matter what your human body may seem to prove otherwise.

You are one of the last pure-blooded members of the Earth's most wicked tribe, the descendant of mad kings who ruled humanity when the earth was young, who were in turn descendant from the giant beasts that roamed the earth back in the time of primal chaos before time. Those who seek to help you are Deep One cultist fair, depraved fucks with lots of fancy weird jewelry and such from the ancient city of the tribe's rule. Those who seek to destroy you the scions of the sky-father, the ones who stole humanity away from your people. They are the "guardians" of the human race- madmen channeling the lightning of the gods. And they hate you. Hate you with every fiber of their being, hate you enough to stop time, destroy worlds, eat planets, and devour their own young.

Any time you try to help anyone or do anything good, you end up accidentally destroying whole city blocks. Your lonely, but not alone. There's a girl, and your in love with her...but what can come of it, in this dark age?

The PCs are initiates in a reclusive order of vampire-hunters-for-hire, men and women of unusual merit who are contracted out by people across the land to root out all-corrupting infestations of nosferatu before they can reduce communities to unwitting thralls and other vampires. The PCs are inferior in endurance, speed, and strength to the vampires, but are able to make use of the vampire's weaknesses and devastatingly dangerous alchemical potions to hunt their prey.

Meanwhile, the growing faith in the land is the Order of Velor, a mysterious organization that, with the patronage of their diety, has begun organizing an army to fight the rumors of vampiric armies on the march in the east. The PCs must uncover the sinister nature of Velor while courting other gods - enemies of Velor and vampires - in order to keep them blessed and thus effective in their work.

>>1520156

Good one.

The PCs are a combination of fighters and magicians fighting an evil overlord who works through an evil church

EVIL

>>1519118
not a troll, not 40k, not /40k/ material.

>>1520203
0/10

>>1520203

Oh it's ON now.

The Knights Hospitaler (who persist today as the Sovereign Order of the Knights of Malta, possessing their own UN representative and everything as their own little nation of rich assholes) didn't open the Hospital out of a sense of charity and mercy. They were conducting medical experiments for the highest bidder, in this case most of their creations were purchased by the Order of Assassins for use in interconflicts in the Muslim world and, of course, against the Crusading Europeans who kept flooding into the holy land. The Assassins were in business with the Templars, but the Grandmaster got greedy so, arranged through the Church's close friends the Hospitalers, the Templars were set up for a hit and their fraternal order was destroyed.

To this day the Sovereign Order is producing bio-organic weapons for middle-eastern extremists, who are, at their core, organized by the Old Man of the Mountain - the current leader of the Assassins.

The PC's are members of the Last Templars, a secret order that hides within law enforcement agencies across the globe, and are on a mission to track and destroy all of the Maltese bioweapons sold to the terrorists.

Adam Weishaupt's Illuminati (the true illuminati, and a contemporary, time speaking of the newly born United States) sought to overthrow all nations and the Church- so can the later developing Marxism by one Karl Marx, seeking to "dethrone god" and end governments as they were be a coincidence?

No. Weishaupt and Marx were the same man, the Comte St.Germain, after his sobering exploits as an alchemical immortal turned him to create a philosophy to cure mankind's ills.

Communism is directly descendant to the Illuminati and with the fall of the Soviet Union, countless alchemical superweapons and half-dreamed experiments have been sold off or "lost". It's up the anti-alchemical-proliferation project: Red Lion of the CIA to find and disarm these dangerous weapons before someone gets the smart idea to dethrone god for real by unleashing a strangelet homununculus or something.

Thanks to the magical power of cones, we are cruising through the Archive.

Aaaaand I need sleep. Seeya /tg/.

>>1519981
I think you mean Father Pink.

The PC's are appalachian witches. Contrary to popular belief magic has nothing to do with pentagrams, sacred geometry, the names of demons, moon goddesses, willpower, or the Force. Witchcraft is just the know how of various things in the unseen side of nature. It's not supernatural, just the less seen natural. It can't be learned so much as absorbed through one's lifetime. It was brought to America by people from the Old World's Old Country and flooded into the States after the Revolution, taking refuge in the mountains.

The witchcraft community isn't insular, but you have to pay attention to notice them - keep your head to the ground. And the mountains are filled with weyres (they don't transform or speak or nothing, but these are cunning, vicious critters with some weird tricks...) and other strange beasts (like the cockatrice, born by a toad hatching a hen's egg). Witchcraft is powerful in it's mundane nature. It's been used all these years to keep cutlerly sharp, heal sick family members, and make sure the pigs don't get gout. It's the know how of what rocks speak and which can be spoken to, and of the languages to do so. It's a combination of common and unseen knowledge of animals, plants, geology, the weather, you name it. It can be subtle and, with the right personality and combination of skills, it can be righteously asskicking.

conspiracy...secret society...nazis....religion...*gasp sputter die*

>>1519862

Stealing that stealing that SO HARD nnnff

>>1520293
I want to be the BBEG who obsesses over dethroning OT god at the tip of a sword.

Fluoride is one of the only substances on this earth that can well and truly protect people from ultra dimensional predators, pseudo-living beings called the Lapidions that undulate through the ether and latch onto our minds as islands of sustenance.

It also prevents tooth decay.

Unfortunately the Lapidions have turned some humans against their own kind. There's powerful symbology associated with controlling the mouth, and several magicians have become the Lapidion's allies as they try to have the substance discredited and banned.

Your PCs are federal health inspectors about to inspect a major water processing plant in New Jersey. They think the guys in the dark suits and sunglasses hovering in the parking lot are from the mob.

They're very, very wrong.

F5F5F5F5

Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace among the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of the thirsting gods.

People complain that technology and pop culture make us increasingly disconnected, impatient and shallow. This increased alienation is a deliberate attempt by several parties to cultivate a solipsistic attitude so strong that actual alternate worlds are shifted into existence. This multiplicity of earths are overseen by a single "true" earth, the original earth, where a cabal of elites has made themselves over into demiurges that steal resources and knowledge from their ever-growing infinity of kingdoms.

Each alternate earth can be dissolved back into the original however, if the person who is the pivot on which their fictional history turns is truly and lastingly convinced of the importance and validity of the feelings, hopes and dignity of others. It won't be easy - these people are often either engulfed in a suffocating rich lifestyle, or eking out a living in a miserable gutter where every cruel and paranoid fantasy comes violently true.

Your mission is to travel to some of the most dangerous places on the earth, move in some of the most powerful or desperate social circles on the planet, and teach someone to love again.

Best of luck.

>>1520394
holy dicks
this is what world of darkness is all about.

>>1520528
That post was mixed with volitile amounts of win and MOTHERFUCKING FAIL.

I do beleive it is MOTHERFUCKIGN WIN

>>1520578

Really? I've never played it, I was thinking more of UA and Over the Edge when I was writing it but whatever works.

>>1520594

Thanks. I might trot this out as a one-shot for my friends. I kind of like the adventures where you can't just shoot, shoot, shoot your way out of problems.

Of course there may be a time when the death of someone the Alternate Earth's core person was beginning to be attached to is what'll really make him or her reach out to others in which case harrowing PC choices ahoy!

>>1520594

By the way, what parts didn't you like? I might want to refine this and I'm curious.

>>1520319
Hello Granny Weatherwax!

The Earth is being invaded by an increasing number of shapeshifters. We aren't talking about lycanthrope style man to animal transformations here - their bodies are fluid, their powers alter the dreamlines in localized effect to change what they are, what they were, and what they appear to be. They abduct and replace people, they drive people with "big medicine" people who would of made a strong impact on the world mad, and are sinister cocks all around.

You can't kill a shapeshifter, they can just alter the pattern a bit to dream themselves back to life. If they really hate you they won't just kill you, they'll instead erase everything you love from history, retroactively, and let you live.

The only reliable way to stop a shapeshifter is throw them into the sun.

You are agents of NASA...

>>1521398
Part of this sounds like it was lifted from JDatE.

The Black Plague killed EVERYONE. Which is a problem, because it's not Doomsday yet. Skeletal farmers plough, skeletal priests hold mass, skeletal kings sit on thrones; etc etc. For a while there DEATH had replaced Satan in the hearts of the people as the ultimate representation of evil. But now Death is unemployed and the world is growing colder every day, with no apparent end in sight...

To rebirth the world, a group of unlikely journeymen must travel down, down, underground to the realm of the Harvest King - who holds the Rex Mundi crown now. You see, all of time is a contest between the Death in the above world and the Harvest King in the below world for the crown. Death had it and was planning on keeping it for a loooong time, using the Black Plague to inflate his score. But something went awry and it wouldn't stop, and by so utterly failing his job (which is to keep the cycle going, after all) he lost the crown. And the Harvest King doesn't plan on giving it up any time soon - but the power of the crown is the only way the skeletal people of the surface world can be returned to rosy flesh and baited breath! Whether you intend on stealing the crown back to Death to fix his mistake, or think you can negotiate with the Harvest King to give humanity new life from the earth, you must take your weary bones and descend deep through the labors and trials of the subterranean until you come out on the flipside into the other world, the dark and wild world of the Harvest King (who is on a mad power trip).

>>1521408

From what now?

wait...oh, like the demons in John Dies At the End. Yeah, I did think of that, but they are just the latest in a long line of bastards that do that sort of retroactive death (go go baelfire!)

Oddly the main premise is inspired more by John From Cincinatti. A weird show about a guy who may be an alien or the second coming. But there was this islander drug dealer who thought he was some kind of illusionist shapeshifter, and I thought, what if he was right?

They say all the world is a stage, and within it merely players. They are wrong, as they often are. All the world is the intestinal track of a great wyrm dragon, and all within it merely parasites. Parasite villages, parasite taverns, parasite adventurers...all dwelling within the gullet of a lazy old dragon.

Misery loves company. The PC's are the entourage of Pandora, source of all woe in the universe, and a rather spoiled cunt besides. It's up to them to make all the arrangements, to meet her inane demands, and to cater to her spoiled whims on her world tour of suffering lest she gets pissed and throws a fit. When Pandora throws a fit, empires crumble, plagues break out; that sort of thing.

Everyone knows the goblins have their own hidden market, but did you know that market has a black market? And where there's a demand, there's a mob.

British gangster film game, but with goblins sporting cockney accents and manticore blood and such exotic fair instead of the usual narcotics.

Monsters fleeing Europe flocked to Hollywood, forming a ghetto on the studio backlots as they starred in such war-time films as "Frankenstein vs. the S.S." "Dracula: Friend of Freedom" and whatnot.

While war era noir mystery capers centered around the monster immigrant population of Hollywood is cool in itself, imagine this.

1950's roll around and the monsters are called before HUAC as suspected communists and get blacklisted. Unable to find work in the film industry anymore, which is more concerned with atomic monsters these days anyway, they proliferate across the U.S., settling down in nice towns and starting families.

Now it's the summer of love and your the teenage offspring of one such monster immigrant, born and raised in the US of A. Your a monster in a letterman jacket and you just graduated when the letter came in.

Your going to Nam.

>>1521531
oh jesus... I did not even come close to seeing that coming. well played, anon.

The decadent Han empire is rotting away, a shadow of it's former glory. The current dynasty has lost the Mandate of Heaven and corrupt judges are ruining life in the cities to the point where common highwaymen are becoming celebrated heroes in the stories.

Now it is the time for the five barbarian tribes to unite and take China forever!

The PC's are a band of sworn barbarian brothers who took an oath together to see China conquered before any of them would rest in this world or the next. They're from the wild lands where myth and man collide, and have had dealings with Persians and Romans, with tigers and hungry ghosts. You've seen the ways of India, fought the Scythian horselords from the North. You are a barbarian and the Middle Kingdom WILL be your's.

The Elephant Lords of India have ruled the world, ever since a spaceship fell from the sky and Prince Siddhartha recovered the "Terma" from it's core- an endless source of energy capable of producing matter out of thin air. Since then India has spread and become the global empire, fueled by the holy Terma, the jewel in their crown.

Will you be one of the last barbarians standing against the tide of progress, a stalwart Indian general, a Terma-technologist trained at The 9 Unknown Temples, or perhaps just a dashing Hindu gentleman-adventurer, showing those backwards Britainian savages what's what?

>>1521601

Upside, a proper Indian beard has lots more places for concealed weaponry than a mustache.

Who defends the holy land from heretics? Who serves the rightful Caliphate of all the world? Who guards the ancient knowledge of Alexander from crosses and fire?

The Arabian Knights, that's who, a secret society founded in the new library of Alexandria where the greatest minds of the Islamic empire collate. Trained in Western languages and classical knowledge, you can quote the Greeks just as well as any European and you are equipped with experimental technologies based on the secrets of Asia! Standing against you are the Knights Templar, a sinister cult inspired by the demonic head Baphomet to incite violence between the Christians and Muslims of the holy land, as they seek the Necronomicon - a book sealed with the vaults of the new alexandrian library.

Before you went off to fight in the Great War, your grandmother gave you a strange old book, the journal of your great-great-great grandmother. Little did you know how much you'd need it.

The adventures of Great War aerial aces, using witchcraft in the air as an edge to keep themselves alive. But what happens when the commanders catch on and throw you all together into a secret unit, sent out to combat the Kaiser's warlocks?

The Holy Grail is an alchemical furnace, generating "the blood of christ" - a supersoldier serum! Are you superpowered Christians keeping the Roman Lions at bay? Gallant knights of Arthur's court (Lancelot with superhuman strength, Gawain with the ability to draw power from the son, Galahad with ultra-purity...(lol)), or perhaps Allied commandos entrenched against the Nazis in WWII, having taken back the Cup from some devious Ahenerbe (Nazi ancestral research) archaeologists?

Veterans of the psychic war, your final battle in the negaverse resulted in a rift torn in the dark membrane, launching you and your comrades naked and screaming into another dimension- the deadly and primordial world (Conan style sword and sorcery, but more neolithic less Civilization ?) of Yog, armed with only their wits, their dicks, and their headmelting psychic powers.

>>1521733
ZOMBIE THULSA DOOM!!!

THREAD DELIVERS. I AM PLEASED.

The 300, but from the viewpoint of Zulu warriors standing against Europeans with their rifles to blot out the sun.

>>1521748
Rise to vote, sir.

You were a member of the last neolithic tribe on Earth, and the outsiders had just come for the very first time to your island when...suddenly aliens arrive, treating all of earth like the "last neolithic tribe" so to speak. Now a primitive among primitives, it's up to you to save the Earth from colonization by showing your civilized brethren what good smashing and bad-spirit-exorcism is all about!

>>1521746 DOOM
OMG SO RANDOM ROFL XD

>>1521775
I was going to mention Zombie Thulsa Doom in >>1519771 (what with Atlantis and all), but then >>1521733 popped up with Conan style, so I got a second chance. Sorry about the Caps Lock, but that's how James Earl Jones sounds in my head. (And yes, I know the literary character is differs drastically from the film character.)

Big Trouble in Little Haiti

The PC's are visitors to New Orleans - perhaps a trucker whose around once every few months, a gangster here to make a deal, and so on - and become entangled in the secret war between the hounfor and bokkor gangs of Little Haiti, winding up to their ears in voodoo, assassins, and Carribean matial arts.

>>1521820

Carribean matial arts.

/thread

>>1521825

Internet trolls are actually the surviving members of the huldravolk, trollkind. They remained connected to each other through the internet, and through message and imageboards call on each other for help when one needs it.

The standard zombie scenario, but with the underlying plot thread to be uncovered - this is not the real world, this is the afterlife. Some souls thrive on competition, or love to consume and consume until there's nothing left. This is the afterlife created by their psyches. Can there be any escape from this realm? Is the zombie master the Demiurge keeping them here in the prison of their own making?

Before Jesus Christ ascended into heaven, he descended into Hell and then rose from the dead. The damned soul anchored in the pit of feces next to you sold you a map he'd been hiding in his anus- a map that supposedly shows the route JC took. If he could get out, so can you and the other damned souls you're chained to.

>>1521825
Matial arts?

Kama Sutra?

A hermaphroditic "woman" named Androgyne is the Philosopher's Stone, her genome is the key to transmuting lead into gold and to creating the elixer of eternal life. You are the drinking buddies of the Comte St.Germain, who slipped immortality elixer in your wine just for a lark. Before he left on stranger journeys still he made you all swear to keep your eyes open for a certain special girl, and to come together to protect her if any of you found her. Now, in the cyberpunk future, you have found her, and for the first time the drinking circle is complete again - minus the Comte. It is up to you to protect Androgyne from the megacorporations and secret societies that wish to cannibalize her for eternal life and riches. It is up to you unwilling immortal drunkards to save St.Germaine's daughter.

The PC's are members of Iscariot, the elite Judaean resistance organization dedicated to driving out the Roman Empire. Personally trained by Deputy Director Judas, their special skills are needed for an incredibly vital mission that could drive the Romans out of the Holy Land for good: They must infiltrate the Underworld (thankfully the Gnostics are letting them borrow Orpheus' lyre) and destroy the eternal souls of all the deceased Roman Emperors, who are waiting happily for their eternal reward as god-kings, no matter how wicked they were. If the Romans know that not even in death they're safe from retribution, they'll leave the kingdoms of Judah and Israel forever! Watch out for Kerebos.

When a friend asked them to watch a gram for him, they thought he was just talking about some drugs, after all he is a drug-dealer. Or was. He was killed, never came back, and it turns out what he left them with, sworn to keep safe, was Gram, the legendary sword. How were they supposed to know their friend was a Norse god, or that the Aesir and Vanir are on Earth, dealing drugs and controlling organized crime in their home city?

As members of Godfather Goodfellow's mob, the PC's, who are satyrs and other Dionysion creatures of chaos in tailored Italian suits, exist to create chaos on this Earth. Disrupt drug deals, start gang wars, provoke riots - all in the name of Discord and Queen Hecate!

As a child, Jesus visited the gurus of India and mastered their sorcery. Now, a band of St.Peter's first Christian disciples must go East seeking the lost scripture Jesus wrote during his time there. As Jews and Gentiles; ex-legionaires, arabian horsemen, persian alchemists - these pilgrims have a diverse skill set - and they'll need it to get through the man-eating tigers and demonic rakshasha corpse-raising shapeshifters on the way to India.

You are the homeless, secret protectors of "The Madonna" - an alien corpse that's slowly transforming you and your fellows into ferocious mutants and driving you insane.

Greycoats and bluebelllies, rebs and yanks, find themselves suddenly fighting side by side when their battlefield between North and South causes a crossing over of a battle between the Seelie and Unseelie fair folk, preceded by a strange, Otherworldly mist that enshrouds everything.

You existed before the universe and have far too many shapes for it to hold. Time and space mean nothing to you. You have so many surfaces, so many reflections, no eyes yet you see. You and your kind are released, out of the silent planet...dreams of desolation...out of the silent planet come the demons of Creation.

In fact, I'm pretty sure one could do a whole list of awesome ideas inspired by Iron Maiden songs..

The Roman Empire has contracted the most terrible band of mercenaries, heyena-headed eaters of the dead from Egypt, raze and eradicate our heroes' warrior tribe. Is shamanic magic and their knowledge of the riddle of steel strong enough a weapon to save them?

Well, a gentleman is never spent, but I think this is it for the moment. It's been a pleasure.

PC(s) are son(s) of Captain Blackbeard, who is communicating to PC(s) trough Blackbeards old Pirate Hat. They need to re-build Revenge and sail trough the seas to Blackbeards resting place, and resurrect him to fight against the Vampire Ninja Pirates.
At the same time Order of Knight Templar Regenarator-Psychic Army and Vampire Pirate-King tries to stop PC(s).

>>1522083

Raising the Revenge from the depths of the North Carolina inlet it's lying beneath would be pretty interesting in itself, and I imagine Blackbeard's treasure, supposedly buried on one of the outer banks, would make great starting capital.

Said treasure probably contains the philactery wanted by the Vampire Ninja Pirate King and the Grandmaster Psychic Regenerator Templar, but just whose soul exactly is inside it?

If you ever wanted to dungeoncrawl as a logger or woodsman in Mythic America, here is a "monster manual" that should keep you inspired for beasties:

http://www.manlywadewellman.com/Wellbeast.htm

http://www.angelfire.com/planet/apalon/thelumberwoods/index.htm

Includes such creatures as the terrible splintercat and the casket-bodied Terrashot.

Eyes of burning gold, strange charisma, extremely difficult to kill...Grigori Rasputin was a lycanthrope and after being betrayed by the Russians he's gone to, you guessed it, the Nazis.

But Rasputin's daughter immigrated to America and is helping the war effort, her half-human half-shapeshifter blood being used to create a stable superserum to create our heroes, a multinational taskforce of shapeshifters to fight Rasputin and his Nazi werewolf brethren.

Hearing stories of rivers and mountains flowing with jade, American workers flood to China seeking better opportunities for themselves and their families - only to be put in brutal work camps. However they have brought with them the secret arts of the way of the gun.

As Death's godchildren, each of them have been gifted with an amazing talent towards their chosen calling in life - be it medicine, art, killing, or whatever. However there's also a price to be paid. On black nights when the moon and the stars seem to dissapear, this unique team is brought together to bring death to those who cheat fate. It seems that many corrupt leaders and diabolical millionaires have made dark pacts to cheat death, requiring them to kill those whose time isn't up and to sow misery among the peoples of the Earth. It's up to the Godchildren to bring death to these occulted madmen, in their godfather's absence as their rituals shield them from him.

Pope Joan, who masqueraded as a man long enough to become a priest and rise through the ranks of the Church, had been crowned Pope and enjoyed an all too brief reign before she was discovered and removed, the Pope's death feigned so the public wouldn't know that it had been a woman. But she fled her captors and started a court-in-exile in the Near East.

The Holy See has sent you to assassinate her, but to get there your on this long, weird boat trip into mysterious Saracen country - going down the Tigris River in a ship crewed by some unsuspecting Templars who know nothing of your true objective.

Instead of Vietnam, American soldiers are sent to fight communism in the OtherWorld. Instead of VC pongee sticks you have to remove the elfshot from your buddies leg before it works it's way to his heart.

Since the time the Grigori angels interbred with human women producing gigantic Nephilim offspring, there have been giants as god-kings, heroes, and villains of the Earth. Renegade angel Urseriel thought he could destroy them all in a flood but one of their kind, the serpentine Vritra, encircled all the world in her body to prevent the flood. However Urseriel seduced her, getting her to betray her kind. The Deluge occured and the great kingdoms ruled by giants were wiped out, leaving the survivors struggling in isolated clans across the world.

Now the children of Urseriel and Vritra, owing allegiance to neither heaven nor earth, are loose. The cruel Devas, they seek to eat the flesh of giants to become mortal so they can become the tyrants of the world of men and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh as living gods.

As petitioners from one giant clan, you must make a pilgrimage across the world and reunite the rest into an alliance if any of you should hope to survive the oncoming war. The clans of the Jotuns, the Trolls, the Anakim, the Rephaim, the Gog and the Magog; these and all others be reunited into a nation of Giants once more.

Boris Karloff, ironically, is the one to save us all.

>>1522873
>>1522873
>>1522873
Is that applying to a specific one, or all of them?

Because I think it could work either way.

The Baron Munchausen (not copywright infringement, he was a real guy!) has hired the party to be his extraordinary servants, assisting him (despite their low birth and inferiority) in all sorts of escapades and wagers across 18th century Europe and stranger lands still.

If Siddhartha never uncovered the crashed spaceship mentioned in the Elephant Lords idea earlier, then the British colonists might of found it and it'd be a hyperdrive powered Victorian global empire.

Or, the spaceship could of crashed in the Antartic or Africa and be excavated by our old enemies the Nazis, who promptly hook up the hyperdrive to the Reich and, when their defeat in eminent, take Germany and fly the hell away, tearing away from the continent ( causing massive disaster and creating a new sea or perhaps even splitting Europe apart seperated by filled in Ocean.)

This "island" of Ultima Thule could go into orbit ala Asteroid M and sit there sinisterly throughout the rest of the 20th century, impeding any space travel by blowing up anything that makes orbit.

So what would the earth be like with a Nazi monkey on our back? Well, the U.S. and the Soviets might of developed together against the common menace and there could be a world unity league for our heroes to belong to. And maybe in lack of going to the moon, they've spent these decades developing mecha so our heroes can pierce Ultima Thule with their drills! This would of course be using the abandoned spaceship proper as the basis, as the Nazis left it at a less secure out of Germany facility and it got captured. The hyperdrive gives the Nazis an ulimited power source and ability to synthesize matter, but the world unity league has had decades to develop the most sophisticated weapons in existence based on the super-advanced computer and propulsion systems of the ship which the Nazis hadn't even been close to understanding, just carrying about the power of the core they stole from it.

>>1521691

I really like this one.

>>1523590

I thought witchcraft and aces was a pretty good mix. Not "HERBALISM AND LORE ONLY, FINAL DESTINATION" witchcraft like in the appalachian witches idea, but more trope typical European hex witchcraft.

In the air even a sneezing curse will wreck your opponent just as well as a death spell.

The CyberSadeans, with their human computers, are back and this time they have developed stable time-travel, using it to abduct people from the past (hence "fair folk" stealing people away, and UFO abductions and the like). They have reached technological singularity and their time period has become a Bosch nightmare scape with circuits powered by rapacity running through it. The government had one desperate to stop the future, using a top secret cryogenics vault deep beneath the earth to entomb a group of black ops (our heroes) until the future's "present". Now the sleepers have awoken. Their mission? Destroy the time-gate and sabotage the CyberSadean core, bringing down their civilization forever. It's up to you to make the inhuman future humanity extinct, so that modern humanity might have a chance to develop into something better instead.

The natural philosopher Sagacious Leigh has become the Grand General of the Overnghask Empire, taking on the title "Great and Terrible Leigh". He's had the wizards and witches killed wherever they expand, collects all the books and writes down all unwritten knowledge. He's suddenly turned Overnghask into the most advanced kingdom in terms of medicine, technology, combat training and tactics, and so on. He even had them dig out a worthless hunk of rock with a weird curse on it attracting all iron to it. And they say he used to pull burning stones out of the sky to rain on neighboring kingdoms!

A classic fantasy romp, but with the overlord BBEG being a sage, not a wizard or warmaster.

As the children of High John the Conqueror (each by a different mother), the party have each inherited a special item that their father tricked away from the Devil, and must use them and their wits to combat the forces of The Behinder, the Evil What Creeps Up On Humanity, in 1970's Harlem. Righteous sons and daughters of a black trickster spirit, wielding "useful things" appropriated from the devil, to fight the evil that brings drugs and corruption to the streets? I can dig it.

The PC's are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: The Antichrist (Wears a crown, rides a white horse, carries a bow), War (red horse, sword), Pestilence (Plague and Famine are in fact one entity- rides a black horse and carries a set of scales), and Death ("pale" - choloric - horse, scythe).

Aligned against them is dark ages Europe, who have used the Opus Majus to train their populace in the occult arts as ways of defending themselves during this Doomsday.

Once, for whatever reason, you ate dead human flesh.

From that day on you have born the invisible mark of abomination. You can't get a job, people and animals find your presence loathsome, you can't get an apartment, sex is entirely out of the question except from the nastiest and drugged out hookers, and even then they make you pay triple upfront - and where are you going to get 60 dollars?

Life on the permanent skids, down and out on ghoul's alley in the big city - adventures of homeless who are rejected by all but their own kind - who can't grow anything or build anything lasting. The sun hurts their eyes and the night is cold. Urban exploration as they try to find a safe refuge in the jungle of abandoned buildings in the dead zones of the city, battle against dogs and rats and gangmembers and cruel cops who want your kind out of their city.

Of course being a ghoul nets you some sort of special abilities - though it's not much of a consolation prize. Maybe your good at unlocking doors just by touching them, or better at whacking things with improvised weapons than most, or can live on rotten scraps indefinitely (though you'll still be hungry and your stomache will hurt like hell...)

You are noble warriors of the Taiping, fighting for the younger brother of Jesus Christ against the divisive imperial forces of the corrupt and incompetent Dowager Empress and her court.