Role-Playing Game
This ain’t some far-flung planet or fairy-tale kingdom: Weird Fronteira is our Earth, but it’s cracked and gutted, like in a history tale written by Bukowski.
This run drags you into the first wave of Western scavengers, riding out with vomit breath and empty pockets, hunting art and spoils in the wasteland that used to be called Europe. They think it’s just bones and dust, but they’re wrong.
This account starts around three centuries after the drought ended, in the early 1900's. Australia? Japan? Ghost stories. Nobody’s heard a thing since in decades. Maybe someone lit up electricity, maybe someone didn’t. Maybe the telephone exists, maybe it’s smoke signals and prayer.
Where do you want your adventure to start?
A squalid bar in Boston with sticky floors? A coffin-tight berth on a ship crawling east. A rat-hole underground settlement clawing to hold its ground against the invaders?
Don’t chain yourself to the script, you can plant the story in your hometown, wherever you are. Just roll back the clock four hundred years, strip out Europe and half the world, and see what’s left standing.
Character Creation
Building your dusty alter-ego here runs deep enough to carve out all the grit, scars, and rotten charm your party needs. We wrote it this way on purpose.
You’ve got ethnicities on one side, professions on the other. Shuffle, mix, match, and don’t sweat if it looks off-kilter or downright wrong. This isn’t a classroom, it’s a frontier, and the past has already been torched. History books? Written by winners, and winners lie, so screw the historians, and if you want to march out as a West Indian noblewoman flanked by white servants on a revenge tour against the slavers’ forts, do it. We can jam with that.
Your crew can be a pack of gutter-runners stitched together by greed and desperation. Maybe you roll wholesome and call yourselves a family of trailblazers, with oxen dragging wagons, kids singing hymns, crucifixes dangling from every neck, a rifle or two just in case. It’ll still end with a nice funeral.
Want to run a gang of deserters in stolen uniforms, still pretending to serve a country that doesn’t exist? Fine. A squad of zealots convinced God Herself spared them from the drought? That too. Hell, you could all be con men chasing different scams until one big score forces you to stick together and sail back.
The point is simple: the frontier doesn’t care what banner you fly under. Ragged mercenaries, devout pilgrims, liars, thieves, saints. Build what you want but live with it.
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