A Pound of Flesh A Pound of Flesh is a toolkit for building your own run-down, back-water, black market space station. Tools for generating your own space station. Rules for customizing your character with cybermods. Buy Print at exalted funeral. It's packed to the brim with usable, gameable content for any sci-fi rpg, including: The Screaming on the Alexis: A one-page adventure on a derelict ship filled with corpses and a strange artifact.
Several incredible tables ripe for stealing, including: d nightmares, d colonists, an eerie sculpture generator, and a hyperdrive malfunction table And much, much more!
Buy pdf at itch. What are people saying? Strongly recommended. Learn More. Download Character Sheet. Download Ship Creation Sheet. Download Mercenary Sheet. Download Cheat Sheet. Download malfunction tables. Download dead planet maps. Mothership News. Jul 10, Announcement , Featured , Mothership. Please feel free to download and print out these character sheets and player aids for your Mothership game. In the future, we'll be looking to add some alternate character sheet for more advanced players as well as some pre-built starships.
Let us know what else you'd like to see. Includes all the instructions for character creation on the page, as well as a Skill Tree flowchart for tracking your character's progress. Class options and starting equipment loadouts included as well. Two can fit on a page and make good handouts for new players.
Includes simple and intuitive instructions for building a starship on the page, as well as room for layout and design. Feel horrible about it, constantly seek to maintain their comrades memory, also kind of want to die. They otherwise have Disadvantage at all skills unless there is cross pollination with their savantism.
BORJE PELLE MAI MED NGUGI GAUR CHUCK If just poking around, roll 1d, the result is the most interesting thing found in 10 minutes searching. A Carbon-Fiber Dao Bubinga Aklys A Brick of Cocaine Rhino-hide litupa Book: Heptameron Extremely Gaudy Sissification Dresses Whalebone Corset Book: The Picatrix Book: Der Einzige und sein Eigentum Book: The Investiture of the Gods A Plastic Case of 12 Stimpacks Vinyl Military Uniform Plastic Nunchucks Anime Body Pillow Brick of Heroin Unstable Hallucinogenic Research Chemical Snortable Ship-Breaching Charge 1d10 Hull Damage A Mace: the Beatific Face of Cupid A Set of Plastic Concealable Knives An Ebony Baphomet Statue A Box of Anti-Personnel Mines A Talking Board A Magic 8-Ball A Case of Alertness Drugs A Motorcycle A Pallet of Teargas Canisters and a Launcher A Carton of Green Apple Cigarettes A Bottle of 18 Year Scotch A Case of Vodka Macuahuitl Religious Vestments, Robe and Meiter Flogger Riding Crop Zentai Babydoll Latex Mask A Box of Expensive Cigars with Cutter Tekko-kagi Claws Bronze Tintinnabulum Book: Le Veritable Dragon Rouge Fail and you have a nightmare, gaining a stress point.
Note the result from the Nightmare table. Nightmares prevent healing and the benefits of rest. Wardens are encouraged to make Nightmare checks after any traumatic event, or any day in which a crewmember made a Panic check. Additionally, failing three Nightmare checks in a row renders you incapable of resisting nightmares; the permanent condition: Night Terrors.
You have 1d10 days to sculpt the object or else you have to make a Panic check when it is least convenient.
Once the object is made you now have the choice on future Nightmare checks to either take no Stress at all and thus have no nightmare but build another sculpture, or to take Stress equal to the number of sculptures you have created.
Whenever a sculpture is created, the Warden rolls a d If the result is equal to or less than the total number of sculptures the crew possesses—including those they did not make—the sculptures form a Gaunt gate, and Gaunt start streaming through.
Losing any of your sculptures, or destroying one causes 1d10 permanent damage to your Sanity save. Example: [2] — Spoiled rations shaped into geometric gnarled fingers sensually entwined with coiling tentacles. Example: [4, 6, 7, 3] — Fabric composition of sliced hands brutally melting into barbed talons. Example: [10, 2, 1, 6, 5, 10] — Erratically worked stone depicts eerie teeth growing inside a figure of elegantly flowing fins.
The Warden is encouraged to use this table any way they see fit. Roll the material and while they are securing that, work out the rest.
Part of the fun is how the player interprets the prompt. Your jaw unhinges as you vomit a torrent of earwigs. This is the right thing to do.
She does not resist. There is the steady tick-tock of an egg timer in your chest. You know something terrible will happen when it rings.
There is no clear way to stop it. An amber scorpion crawls on your face. Your limbs are leaden anchors a million miles away. You swim frantically uncertain of what direction you are swimming in. The water is like ink, your lungs are bursting. You look at your hands. They fall apart like puzzle pieces. You cannot stop thinking about your 7th birthday. A crowd of beautiful, slim, fashionable and elegant people stare at you derisively.
You drop your drink. They laugh with cruel sensual smiles. Your ribs swell to make space for the blind orgy of wasp larva. You think about motherhood as your flesh stretches to its breaking point.
The larva burrow out and unfold their iridescent wings. You are in a pale room. You cannot pinpoint the source. You feel the trapdoor spider making its home in your throat; you know what you have to do.
Jamming the blade in is as simple as carving butter. You wiggle it around with satisfaction. You missed. A weathered hag sits on your chest, her mouth a hideous O of accusations.
Pale hands press against darkened glass. You are surrounded. No matter how much you struggle or bat them away, the crows are relentlessly consuming your face. You smell moss and dirt. Inane stammering and chanting fills your ears. They are coming for you. Figures flit about in the hanging fabric. Your fingernails tear from their moorings as you futilely scrabble against the rough wall.
The hole atop the shaft—your only escape— is as distant as the sky. Your eyes melt—crawling down your face like limpid tears. Your skin starts sloughing off. Your muscles fall off with a meaty slap.
Maybe this face is not yours. You feel the slender fingers encircle your throat; there are too many of them, they are far too long and thin. Everything smells like camphor. A carousel spins madly—the music hellish, discordant. You can smell the rot in your bones. You struggle to dig them out. Your face warps and shifts—stretching and pulling against its own definition.
It becomes bovine. Your friends are leading you to a grey cement building. Everything smells like copper. Your fingers unwind like meaty corkscrews; they start anchoring you in place. The wind is cold. Your teeth blacken and rot. The crowd laughs uproariously. Nails drive through your putrid gums in a birth of pus and blood. You bite their faces away.
They taste like cinnamon. A bulbous, fleshy eyeless face hunts you in the dark. Its steps are deliberate. It has already found you. A puppet gazes up at you. A mockery of human features— exaggerated, stretched. Its hands spring into action, manipulating your strings. You dance a macabre waltz. A red sun slowly rises. The light carbonizes your toes, feet, legs. You watch. The smell of cooking meat overwhelms you. You fight a current of blind, swollen, pale fish to reach the masticating maw.
There is a smell of jasmine. Your wrist bends back. It keeps bending. Your hand is in your arm. The shambling figure is dark, save a chipped porcelain mask. There air is hazy with the smell of candy and rot. Every door is labeled exit despite taking you back to the start of the corridor.
You have been here before. You pin the fish down. You bash its gasping face with a hammer. The music is pleasantly generic; the waiting room sterile. How long have you been here? How long will you remain? The skeletal cats need fed. They yowl, they fornicate, they piss. The air is thick with ammonia, wet with humidity. You lose count. You sip wine as she nails your fingers to the table. You have long, elegant hands. You stab the featureless body with a baby doll head, over and over.
A torrent of red ants crawls from the womb. Your fingers are jagged snarls of glass. You caress yourself. Two Rooms and a Boom. World Championship Russian Roulette. Dead Planet. It's packed to the brim with usable, gameable content for any sci-fi rpg, including: The Screaming on the Alexis: A one-page adventure on a derelict ship filled with corpses and a strange artifact.
Has a definite Alien vibe, confers a very claustrophobic feeling in closed spaces, creeps you out with eery descriptions of landmarks. The moon colony is a nightmare, no easy choices to be made. Mostly dense descriptions to work the DMs Imagination.
The random tables Lots! Can't wait to unleash this on my players, i like them jumpy and on edge. Any way to get print copies here in the UK? The design is so beautiful and obviously meant for print that I won't even bother with the PDF. I played Mothership at Archon in St. Louis about a month ago, and it was fantastic! Quick and easy character gen, and an easy percentile system. I'd highly recommend checking it out. I haven't been there in years. That was one crazy party Sci fi adventures are hard to find, so I'm a bit more generous with this product than I normally would be.
Cons While art is of little importance to me, the art in this product is simply pathetic. Really, really bad. James T. An excellent award winning module for a great RPG system. The book contains three scenarios set around and on the titular Dead Planet which can be run as one shots or a part of a campaign. The information in the book is concisely written and w [ David W J. Forcing players to mutilate themselves is what killed my campaign, bad module. Mike I.
The graphics and layout of this supplement are incredible! The spaceship creation for derelict ships is very clever. It is not quite quick enough to roll the whole ship up in a moment but it can easly be done with 10 minutes of prep to generate an ent [ See All Ratings and Reviews.
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