VIOLENCE, SNAKE-WOLF

Game:

Violence

Luke Gearing. 2021

# Additional Resources:

Terror of the Stratosfiend - Cycle of the Snake-Wolf

Orbital Intelligence. 2020

Terror of the Stratosfiend - Cycle of the Snake-Wolf 2 - Return to the Shattered Woods

Orbital Intelligence. 2022

Terror of the Stratosfiend - Cycle of the Snake-Wolf 3 - The Scales of Hyper-Visor God or The Final Voyage of the Crab King

Orbital Ingelligence. 2023

# Notes:

Using Violence for rules and custom homebrew rulings when needed.

Characters:

1. U.S. Postal Inspecting Service Agent, Stew, just Stew, he is inspecting several charges for illicit drugs or dangerous substances, dealt with a lot of wild animals that are being smuggled

2. Lex Decker (although X refers to them as papa Gino [from 90 day fiance), 5’3”, wears a black suit with a piano necktie that is cut in half and black gloves with tennis shoes (Nike Air Max [all black]). All of his gear

3. Nikki (doesn’t go by Nichole), 65 years of age, an agent of the Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms…

2024-02-28 – XXXX-XX-XX

# The Log

1: A state park in North Virginia

Find the Shattered Woods and the village's location within it beyond the state park.

The players roll up in separate vehicles, sticking to themselves and vaping.

Characters rolled a d6 on the rumor table.

Stew, Decker, and Nikki (after all rollings 2s) have interviewed people and heard familiar stories of distant family members healed after talking to *The Enigmatic One* inside the woods.

Two Blackhawk helicopters land in the field near the players in their vehicles. The Characters load their gear into the first Blackhawk and board it.

They fly for 2 hours as the sun begins to set. From a window in the Blackhawk the players see a tree walking through the other trees, seamlessly. 

Nikki says she believes in Ents.

The back of the Blackhawk gets smacked and begins spinning in 360s. The pilots of the Blackhawk tell the Characters they must make an emergency landing. 

The Blackhawk crashes as the Characters roll a d20 to attempt to secure themselves as best they can. 

Nikki 1, Decker 10, Stew 14

Nikki is 75’ off the ground, hanging from a Pine-tree. Decker and Stew  remain in the Blackhwak. The pilot is dead, the copilot is dead, and no one has seen the second Blackhawk which was following them (from behind [to fully support the mission.]) 

Decker says oh shit and Stew asks if the Pine-trees are moving. 

Niki asks Decker and Stew ask if they can get her down from this tree and how she feels like a fish up in the tree.

Nikki sees hawks or eagles nests up here. 

Nikki sees a mud put in the distance. 

The Characters hear guttural sounds in the distance; no Pine-trees move. 

Decker attaches one of his walky-talkies to his drone. 

Deckers fly the drone up to Nikki in the Pine-tree.

Nikki (who is skilled at climbing [rolls with an advantage of 1d6] decides to climb down. She rolls on 1 on the d6 and a 1 on the d20. 

*everyone laughs at that*

Decker says if you die I can just put you in the regeneration tank (heals you 3x faster) and we’ll just use the helicopter battery?

Nikki gets injured.

**(roll for down?)**

Decker stands creeping over her body and goes hehe, and everything said I was a fool for bringing my humanoid cell regeneration tank but here we are.  

The Characters hear guttural sounds in the distance; no Pine-trees move. 

Decker says oh shit quick quick hide back in the helicopter with her broken body, and we’ll use her multitool plier and ugh, i got the battery of the helicopter. 

Nikki is skilled in electrical engineering.  

Decker says he is skilled in jump and the occult and that he can sacrifice her to Satan. She’s the one with medicine, biology, and electrical engineering. 

Decker laughs. 

Decker says a sixty-five year old woman, who’s all fucked up and shit.

Decker says maybe she can just tell us how to use my own regeneration tank. 

Working together, Nikki  and Decker rolled with advantage. They beat the 14 difficulty I set with their 19.

The Characters hear guttural sounds in the distance; Pine-trees are knocked over. 

Decker says we gotta get the hell out of this forest folks, we gotta get clear of these trees!

Nikki says because theres Ents?

Decker says Ents yes Ents.

Stew says I would have never have thought about that, getting attacking, mainly mauled by anything, any beast, and right now, now it’s trees, I would have never thought about that but, damn I prefer right now the tigers. 

Nikki says I don’t it is trees, I think it’s people, the thing about it is, I would rather it be trees.

Decker says I just know Korean. 

The party is given 1 round to ‘plan’ before combat. 

Decker says the tree-man is coming. 

Decker asks if the military helicopter has attached guns on the back.

It only has forward facing guns for the pilots.

Decker says so what we’re gonna do…

Nikki asks if her e-echo absorption banlges can help her heal faster in the pod.

Decker takes four of Nikki’s pink smoke grenades and hands Stew two.

Decker gives Stew a walky-talky (they each have one now).

Decker says we’re gonna have the walky-talkies.

Stew says O.K.

Nikki says she longs for the fight.

Decker says yeah so we’ll leave you your useless ugh echo absorption bangles and multitool pliers for the giant tree-man to kill you with and ugh Stew do you wanna ugh head North and I’ll head out west or do we wanna head out in the same direction together, We’ll head out in the same direction together, but we will go North, yes Nikki you’re in the iron lung and we need the tree-man to not be here, but we gonna run for it, we’re gonna run for it, we’re running for it, but the tree-man is also gonna come to the iron lung.

Nikki says they’re leaving me for dead. 

Decker talks over; Nikki doesn’t stop talking.

Decker says we’re gonna try to get the tree-man to chase us someplace different.

Nicki says you’re jealous and you’re leaving me for dead because of how pretty I am. 

Decker says yes we’re not even gonna leave you a walky-talky to talk to you when you come back. 

Decker says just kidding we’re gonna leave you a walky-talky and me and Stew will staying together. 

Decker sends his drone out from within the helicopter to see where the tree-man is at. 

Tree-man can’t be seen. The Sounds have been coming from the south side of the helicopter. 

Nikki says is it a tree-person, I’m so fucking confused?

Decker says it could be a fiddy foot treet man. 

Nikki says it could be the Wizard of OZ or it could be a man in a ghillie suit, he’s a fifty foot man in a ghillie suit.

The feed from the drone’s camera displays to Decker a Dryad moving through the pine-trees like holograms. One of it’s legs have been cut off at the knee cap. 

Stew says I’m wondering what did it.

Nikki says from the helicopter. 

Nikki says I hope you guys are happy that I can’t help.

Decker says he knows marital arts and throws a pink smoke grenade at the Dryad (he rolled a d6 plus a d20 for advantage [he got a 4 and a 1]).

The pink smoke bomb isn’t thrown in a good enough position to conceal the character’s movement out of the iron lung (formerly known as the Blackhawk helicopter). 

Stew throws a pink smoke grenade (rolls a d20 [he gets 19]).

The Characters are concealed by the pink smoke grenade and the sounds of the Dryad hopping closer are heard.

Decker says he is going to run away until he get’s tired and then take out his lighter and start a forest fire.

Stew says I think it’s good that we don’t have some guy from the E.P.A.  right now, he would turn on us.

Decker says domestic agriculture can bite it, ya know, just kidding.

All Decker has is his lighter and he runs out and starts trying to light a forest fire to piss off the Dryad. Pine needles everywhere and shit.

The pink smoke is going off at the rear of the chopper. The blades have ceased movement but you still hear the motor. The pilot and copilot have been impaled. There was a second helicopter but yall haven’t seen them and lost contact with them since the crash. The characters still have a lot of gear in the helicopter at the moment. Lots of heavy pelican cases, mostly belonging to Decker. 

Stew begins collecting everything that he can carry. 

Stew grabs the laptop and the satellite phone. 

Stew uses the last cover of the pink smoke grenade and flees towards Decker. 

We rolled intitative.

Nikki is alone in the iron lung. 

For a moment it’s silent.

the entire iron lung is tossed 30 feet into the air.

Nikki managed to roll well enough to wedge herself into the iron lung and remains good. 

Nikki’s gets out of the pod and hides. She makes it looks like is still in the pod though.

Nikki sees the dryad as the pink smoke grenade fades.

Nikki shoots her gun at the dryad; shooting at the roots.

She misses.

Nikki says she thinks she will die.

Niiki says she jsut embrassed herself infront of a tree person.

Decker says he’s been training his whole life for this moment. he runs 50 feet towrdas the dryad and busts out his fingerless telekinetic amp gloves and within 10 feet of the dryad Decker crouches down and pucnhes at the dryad’s balls area, like hadouken hadoken. 

Decker says he is karate chopping him in the throat and balls (with advantage for knowing martial arts).

Decker and the Dryad are injured and they both go down. 

Both of Decker’s gloves are broken (by range or broke broke? [it’s unknown at the moment]).

Nikki says OMG it broke your telekinesis gloves, that’s the only cool thing you had. 

Decker says I throw these gloves away like trinkets.

Decker says he’ll figure something out.

1d4 levels of greatness a ttrpg writer can achieve in america

1. giant centipede in the darkness:

Has published seven books. One on Lulu, two on their personal blog, and four "self-printed" via Mixam. Gets more hits on their blog weekly than has sold zines in five years and makes enough money off their zines to get drunk once a year. Will likely die alone of something easily treatable if they'd had money or motivation to go to a doctor. Will be forgotten in 20 years (while they are still alive) when they lose the ability to blog after getting second-degree burns on both hands while boiling potatoes at work, but will be rediscovered 60 years after their death. Their blog will be published as a hardcover in 2270 on Mars.

2. one dollar feeder fish:

Has been reviewed by Questing Beast and quit their adjunct teaching job because the cast of Critical Role was invited to speak at their college. Receives up to three e-mails a day from centipedes in the darkness wanting blurbs. Will not be forgotten easily even after they are dead and their books are out of print because of how easy it is to talk shit about them. Will then be forgotten very easily, completely, and forever a few days after I type this when there's someone easier to talk shit about. 

3. $9.99 petco gerbil:

Has won an Ennie and other major awards but is thought of by most critics, writers, and journalists as primarily a romance author. Makes enough money to not have a blog or their email addresses on the internet. Considered as "I really, really want to stay away from this person and their books" by people who like Mork Borg.

4. pony on a pony farm of a child billionaire:

Considered "important" and "serious" by most online reviewers and writers but are held back from further greatness by an inability to make a dungeon that conveys the tone of "I am very smart and this is serious." Held back also because they sometimes publish smaller zines, some of which don't even contain adventures; because some of their e-mail adresses can be found on the internet; and because they would never consider writing from the perspective of someone in a terrible event that they did not experience. 

Alaska Violence 1986 (writing process part 4... featuring Haha I'm Using Violence)

*update* 04/08/2024 1986 just so happened to be when the National Firearms Act was implemented and was the last year machine guns were able to be registered with the federal government so I asked my friend to help me come up with a d66 list of machine guns for Alaska Violence. Federal Machine Gun List: 11 = .41 Action Express Uzi, 10 round mag, full auto 12 = 5.56 NATO Ak 5, 30 round mag, full auto 13 = 20 Gauge Benelli M1, 3 shell tube, semi auto 14 = 12 Gauge Spas-15, 3 shell magazine, full auto 15 = 5.56 NATO Model L, 12 round mag, full auto 16 = 5.45 Russian AIMS-74, 30 round mag, full auto 21 = 5.56 SG 550, 5 round mag, auto 22 = .308 Valmet M86, 5 round box, bolt action 23 = 5.56 NATO Negev, 35 round mag, auto 24 = 5.56 Ultimax 100, 30 round mag, auto 25 = 7.62 NATO Zastava M77, 20 round mag, auto 26 = 5.56 NATO M249, 100 round pouch, auto 31 = 5.56 Ameli, 100 round belt, auto 32 = 5.56 NATO Minimi, 60 round mag, auto 33 = 5.45 Russian PU-21, 20 round box, auto 34 = 7.62 Soviet Type 81, 20 round mag, auto 35 = 5.56 SA80, 60 round mag, auto 36 = 5.56 NATO Stoner 63, 20 round box, auto 41 = 7.62 Russian PKP, 100 round belt, auto 42 = 7.62 NATO HK21, 50 round drum, auto 43 = 7.62 Soviet RPK, 40 round mag, auto 44 = 7.62 Russian Type 67, 250 round belt, auto 45 = 7.62 NATO MG3, 50 round belt, auto 46 = 7.62 Russian UK vz. 59, 50 round belt, auto 51 = 7.62 Soviet KK 62, 100 round belt, auto 52 = 7.62 NATO M240, 50 round pouch, auto 53 = .303 British Dror, 20 round mag, auto 54 = 7.92 Mauser MG45, 75 round belt, auto 55 = 7.62 Soviet RPD, 100 round belt, auto 56 = .303 British Charlton, 10 round mag, auto 61 = 7.92 Mauser FG42, 10 round mag, auto 62 = 6.5 Swedish KGM40, 20 round mag, auto 63 = .30-06 Springfield Johnson, 20 round mag, auto 64 = .303 British Bren, 30 round mag, auto 65 = 7.92 Mauser MG30, 30 round mag, auto 66 = .30-06 BAR, 20 round mag, auto

Tony is still banging out new art for us as we get our website built and design new logos.

Thanks for following along, hoping to have more hexes posted soon. Alaska has no association with Luke Gearing. It's a setting for his game Violence. *update*

*update* 04/02/2024 Hexes 1 and 28 added.

Tony is working on logos and shit for our new website. 

I took a picture of Tony at the grand opening of his friend's new pizza restaurant with my phone. 

Tony drew the bird, the pizza, and the beer. Another artist painted it on the wall. 

I've made a playlist for Alaska (on youtube, it's the only place most of these songs are available [damn shame] which sucks because Starred is one of the best bands I've discovered). 

I recommend listening to rap when playing TTRPGs with your friends. I carefully curated the playlist to reflect Alaska Violence's hexes. These are the songs I will burn to a CD for Yorgos Lanthimos to listen to when he buys the movie rights. It will win more Oscars than Poor Things. Rob Pattinson and Matt Dillon will be in the movie. Someone in the film will be decapitated. 

Here's a moose Sean Richer drew me. 

I've blogged about his books (1, 2, 3, 4, 5).  *update*

*update* 03/23/2024 Rewrote Hex 15. Working on new visuals *update*

*update* 03/19/2024 Disillusionment Bay - A Series of Small Islands. New hexes added (2, 5, 20, 27). This is not cover art. I think of it more as a poster. We are building new assets for our own new website. *update*

*update* 03/18/2024 New hexes added (7, 15, 17, 18, 21, 22, 23) *update*

Before I begin, Violence is a rules-lite TTRPG by Luke Gearing (available on his blog, itch, or purchase a physical copy from Spear Witch). All proceeds from this project go to Ukraine refugee aid. Fuck war.

Find a plot of land.

Write words upon the land every 'so many' miles. 

Paint numbers over the words.

(research)

Spend 9 months writing, rewriting, and eventually running your setting for your closest friends. 

Alaska Violence 1986 will be the next zine released by Spooky Jaguar. That's just a working title. It's a setting/west march/whatever the fuck. I really like the Violence game rules. 

I'm going to begin sharing our process as it comes to life.

The following are excerpts from our upcoming release's second self-edit...

The call of the moose at twilight rings your ears. 

Hex 1.
Moose joust over a mate.

Hex 2.
A Beaver dam. Did you know the anal gland of the beaver is very expensive and used in making perfumes?

Hex 5. 
D20 people wearing black hats and jackets, a blue logo on their backs, it says PBJ Fishing. They’re not fishing on company time. One of them is moving awkwardly while the others laugh around him. A squirrel climbs a tree carrying two nuts.  

Hex 6. The Fisherman
He cuts holes in the ice with his chainsaw, then fishes and drinks on the lake for d4 days. His truck is parked on ice. There's a camper in the bed of the pickup truck. Only he knows the safe path to drive the truck on the frozen lake. 

Hex 7. 
The forest is made of furs and pines laced with cobwebs and rivulets of frozen sap. The woods are saturated underfoot and overhead, dark and dripping and slippery, dead falls covered with a skin of slime. On the ground is an old felt hat with netting tied around the brim to keep mosquitos off. A warning of things to come. If players spend the night here, they will be attacked by a mosquito swarm if they’re not cautious.

Hex 10.
Lucianne washed her hands and clothes here, back in '66, after she finished burying her husband next to a tree marked with a crossed L+M, not too far from the river. If his body is dug out, Mark will have more bones than rotten meat; he is still wearing a Speedo and a waterproof Seiko on his wrist. He kept his promise. 

Hex 14. 
Six pounds of coffee, ten pounds of sugar, two dozen tins of milk, twenty-five pounds of flour, six pounds of butter, six dozen eggs, twenty-five pounds of potatoes, twelve loaves of bread, five T-bone steaks, four bars of yellow Lenox soap, a thousand pounds of fish heads for the foxes to eat, and a shortwave radio—all inside a sailboat. Driving the sailboat with intentions of stealing from the fox farm, there are: Chris Richie, Lionel R, and Tucson Broad. Only Tucson can pilot a boat and bosses the other two around. Lionel is the evilest, therefore he has a fake eye, a single golden tooth and a scar from his forehead to his chin. Chris wants to be like Lionel but lacks the funds, hence this crime, wears a pink polo. Tucson likes boats, cocaine, and pussy, in this order, looks like Al Pacino or De Niro and only wears white. They’re all trigger happy and cocained.

Hex 15. A married couple, both deaf, Mark and Maryann. She was born deaf, and he got old too fast. They wear hearing aids, sometimes she forgets to change the batteries. She is seventy-six, he is eighty-one. They’re self-sufficient, living in a house they built together. When they first arrived in Alaska they were ridiculed by the locals, but they were never afraid of bears, guns, lynxes, ticks, human traffickers, young people, wolves, or squirrels. They own three shotguns, two pistols, and enough shells and bullets to get them through more winter. Only trusting of indigenous people. A married couple, Mark and Maryann. They both wear hearing aids, but Maryann enjoys forgetting hers at home and feeling Mark out through the quiet. She is forty-six, he is fifty-one. In their cabin, he speaks while she answers in hand sign, outside, they exchange funny looks. They’re self-sufficient, living in a house they built together. When they first arrived in Alaska they were ridiculed by the locals, but they were never afraid of bears, guns, lynxes, ticks, human traffickers, young people, wolves, or squirrels. They own three shotguns, two pistols, and enough shells and bullets to get them through the next winter. Their money comes from being early Apple investors, which had just released the iconic Macintosh Plus. They spend a couple days in the city every four or five weeks and trap their whole cabin while they’re out.

Hex 17. Underground magma creates hot springs, sitting on the ring of fire.

Hex 18. A wet fog that came down and never lifted again. You can find two men decapitated, naked, hands removed. They once wrote a few books together. 

Hex 20. Disillusionment Bay - A Series of Small Islands The most run-down shack in White Eye belongs to Too-Much Jackson. Grass grows a foot high on the roof, hemp sacking is nailed over the windows, a pile of rusting muskrat traps (their glands sell for a lot for stuff like perfume), the door is a tattered blanket, inside: sacks of meal, a tin stove, a woman sitting on a broken chair in a corner, an old brass bedstead without a mattress, an old sheepskin coat hanging from a peg near the tin stove, the woman will say that she no longer wishes to be the wife of Too-Much Jackson, her name is Sipsu, with no one to grant her justice and no way to escape the desolation that is this lot, she will request the players to grant her a divorce, any white man will do, it means more than the missionary that wedded them, Too-Much Jackson will stalk the party and attempt to murder the man who grants her this request. In a smokehouse he has tied up a man who has gone mad from mosquitos. Will try to get a reward to “saving him” or turn him loose on the players. The Other Side of the Bay On the other side of the bay lives Olaf Olafson, a blue fox farmer. Blue fox farming isn’t so difficult on this island, otherwise, he wouldn’t do it. Most blue foxes are not aggressive towards humans, they’re hard to catch though. Olaf lives and runs his fox farm on this island with his four malamutes, fiercest dogs you’ve ever seen; is married to a Native woman named Passuk, traded one fox for her hand; a stinky cabin, the roof glints green with fungus, one large room built crudely of unpeeled logs and moss to fill the spaces between the logs, parchment windows, kerosene lamps hang from the rafters. The native tribe across the waters don’t like him; has a mostly charred and burned-down sailboat. There are about two hundred foxes screaming, running, shitting, fucking on top of an indigenous burial ground. Each one is worth about eight hundred dollars, but the natives are afraid of Olaf Olafson, he can’t sleep because the foxes bark all day, his eyes are always red. Passuk names each blue baby fox and cares for them with her longhaired cats. The cats are great mothers, but Passuk throws every child she has borne into the freezing water of the lake, out of respect towards the dead under the farm. The baby foxes would be eaten by the others, no doubt. A Gentleman at The Gamelands wants to buy the best blue foxes in Alaska.

Hex 21. A Camp in a Clearing… Or what is left of it.

Downed tents, brand-new shirts, pants, drawers, boots, and hunting caps stung about, sacks of dried apricots and beans slashed open and scattered among the clothes and ashes. A slab of bacon lying on a heap of trampled canvas tents, bottles of whiskey, and a new axe.

Hex 22. Two men hide in sleeping bags in the roots of a dead spruce, reeking of whiskey. One has a rifle, and the other is unconscious and wrapped in ripped clothing, a bloody mummy.

Hex 23.  A grizzly bear in hyperphagia (an extreme hunger that cannot be satisfied) has caught 30 salmon today.

Hex 26.
A seaplane named Electra sits in a spruce grove—its final resting place—intact except for the sheared-off landing gear and a missing wing. The cabin is packed tightly from rear to front and floor to ceiling with more than a thousand pounds of sealskins. The pilot is buried inside the half-ton of fur, smiling and still warm; dead by suffocation. 

Hex 27.
Homesteader claiming land. When he speaks nothing in his face moves. Carries a rifle (.300 H&H magnum) and has a stiff stride. Wears chain mail.

Hex 28.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off VHS tape. A green finger.

Appendix N:

- The album Disappeared by The Sarto Klyn V (bandcamp). Noir Jazz.

- The album KIller Whale Atmospheres by Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement (bandcamp). Ambient Techno.

- The album Arctic Circuitry [Digital Remaster] by Electric Specter 電妖怪 (bandcamp). Slush Wave.

- The albums Tiny Dynamite and Echoes in a Shallow Bay by Cocteau Twins (youtube). Ethereal Wave. 

- The album GEO - C02; Glaciology - Visions 2016​—​2021 by Glaciology (bandcamp). Slush Wave. 

Session 0 Violence

I find Violence exciting

I've shared Violence with all my online friends, and they love it.

(Some already knew it [and love it]).

In mid-2023, when enough of us were available to meet over Discord at the same time, we would test-play each other's settings for Violence, usually once (sometimes twice) a week. 

Now, in 2024

I invited four friends over, gave them RPG Preference sheets to fill out (available as a public post on Skullboy's Patreon [check out their other public posts while you're there, consider subscribing]), and had them create characters for Violence (rules-lite TTRPG by Luke Gearing [available on his blog, itch, or purchase a physical copy from Spear Witch]. All proceeds from this project go to Ukraine refugee aid. Fuck war).

Using Violence's Modern Paranormal Horror & Investigation Toolkit, each of my friends used random tables to create their own federal agent (I allowed them to choose their starting skills if they wanted, but they decided to roll for them randomly), and (in case someone died, or a federal agent NPC was needed [it's all about who you know]) I created two more agents, (in secret). Players who gained the Language skill were allowed to pick a language now or wait, allowing them to pick one as they arose in play. (Generally, players learn new skills after each session or choose to replace one if they have reached their max).

player 1 - Stupid Face Tony

National Reconnaissance Officer, skilled in Botany, Melee Weapons, Survival, and Zoology. Age: Mature(31-60). No spouse; two kids.

player 2 - Alphonse Moody

Age: 65

Federal Agency: National Reconnaissance Office

Proficiencies: Forgery, Geology, Jump, Astronomy, Locksmith, Law, Shooting

Family: Carena Moody (Spouse)

Everyday Carry: [undecided]

player 3 - Mark Orlfan

Department of Energy, law, zoologoy, mech repair, navigation, carpentry, botany, surgery, deceased spouse (Regina), $300, Magnum pistol, pepper spray, retractable bo staff. 70 years of age.

player 4 - Hank Ewin

29-year-old special agent in the CDC. Carries a snub nose.38, but also keeps a briefcase with mobile labs on hand for checking out biological samples. Divorced with 2 kids. He gets custody every other weekend but often forgets which weekend it is he's supposed to have the kids. Was it last week I saw them? Maybe it's supposed to be this weekend. 

As everyone created characters around my coffee table, I searched YouTube for "emo mixtape." Then, I sorted the videos by upload date and double-clicked on the bleakest title from the last 48 hours (that I hadn't already listened to). 

~40 minutes later, two of my players struggled to build their character's "everyday carry." [Both worked as National Reconnaissance Officers (which design, build, launch, and operate the reconnaissance satellites of the [redacted and provide satellite intelligence to [redacted], particularly [redacted] to the [redacted], imagery intelligence (IMINT) to the [redacted], and measurement and signature intelligence (MASINT) to the [redacted].)]

The bleakest title ("emo mixtape") stopped playing; the lyrics of the third song on the mixtape remained in the brain. I never heard the song before. They had what sounded like synthesizers, multiple female singers, lyrics such as "I'm not a punching bag, I'm not target practice," then deeper, "I'm not your friend."

I started The bleakest title ("emo mixtape") over again.

Everyone was eating chips then.

I started to comb over "the unannounced campaign books" (TERROR OF THE STRATOSFIEND CYCLE OF THE SNAKE-WOLF, TERROR OF THE STRATOSFIEND CYCLE OF THE SNAKE-WOLF 2 RETURN TO THE SHATTERED WOODS). I let my hair down and felt relaxed and colder. 

"Snake-Wolf" stayed havin' me thinking about "Beastmasters." 

Players requested gear lists.

I suggested a package to bring the whole team together.

I made a list of items a federal agent may carry every day (using some examples from snake wolf 2 & 3, [modded lock pick guns], (the usual shit))

I wrote a lot of encounters in my calendar for the game.

We watched a film by Takashi Miike together (Agitator), ate Mexican food, and called it a night for now. 

This is Violence Now (session 2)

3 days ago word got back 

to captain butler 

and the soldiers in the town of tonio

regarding the ruination 

of the nearby small town 

kendee

and the murdered prisoners 

and the murdered soldiers 

who were tasked with delivering the amber fluid

to those cursed with the plague

i have been ordered to find the scoundrels

find the amber fluid

find the town named herillo

and find 3 men to go with me

we set out with our horses

11 days of provisions

and an annoying soldier 

named dewey

who wouldn't stop playing the harmonica

they are planning to map this region

with a paper and a pencil

we traveled for 3 days 

only saw huge lizards on the way 

to kendee

where we were greeted by a shirtless man 

outside of a mud/brick home

wearing an eyepatch

firing his pistol at us

warning us to stay away

"don't come any closer" he said

shooting wildly at our horses

eugene said something about us being soldiers from the empire of texas

"they burnt down the town" he said

he was saying some soldiers of the empire burnt down the town

"if you really are the empire of texas, god bless texas and those motherfuckers went south, get on walking" he said shooting at us again

he went on for a while about the emperor

saying he wanted to talk to the emperor of texas

hell, none of us had ever met the emperor

as we rode past the house 

i turned my head to peak in the window

i could see 4 women inside

3 holding guns

1 holding a broom

1 of them pregnant

later that afternoon we found 4 men walking

said they had come from uero

and if we went there we could talk to a gentleman named river porter

if we needed supplies or something

sylvester asked them if they had seen anyone sick with the plague around here

one of the 4 men said "you see that sad sob right there"

pointing to his friend

"we killed their cousin who had the plague"

i got off my horse

took the 4 men's ammo 

and left each of them with 1 bullet

44 extra bullets will give us a real upper-hand 

taxes for the empire

we camped for the 4th night safely again

and by the next afternoon

we could see the border of the empire of texas in the distance

and a small fort building

with the flag of the empire waving over it

in the middle of the broken assphalt

with the ugly glass growing 

through its cracks

from our distance it looked empty

but as we rode our horses closer

we could see people in the windows

boy we were happy then

as we rode closer they started shooting as us

reyes was shot down

we fired back and took out 2 of them through the windows

we took cover and i applied a tourniquet to reyes

things were quiet 

we didn't know how many were inside

we snuck into a window

i shot one of the scoundrels with my rifle like 6 times

dewey went after one with his sabre and cut this poor bastard's hand off

but before sylvester could kill the last man

that last man

with a sabre in his hand

cut off dewey's head

next session we will load up the amber fluid and see what else we can find of use in the house before we leave the only land we've known, the empire of texas, and find the town of herillo

i took dewey's harmonica

paper and pencil

i'm going to map this land

for dewey

-eugene

you can find the rules to play violence on luke's blog

This is Violence Now (session 1)

today i played violence by luke gearing

tony jaguar ran the empire of texas

for just me

my character's name was raymundo

he was a texas soldier armed with a lance, a sabre, a revolver, and a lever-action rifle

he was accompanied by 3 other soldiers and 8 other men who were just released from prison

our mission was to find a town named herillo

and deliver 250 doses of amber fluid to stave off the plague 

but we didn't have a map

or know where the town was

but we were well prepared

we had 3 wagons

each being pulled by 4 horses

and every man had their own horse to ride as well

and were at least

armed with a pistol

one of the texas soldiers named jon carter wanted to go south 

to see his cousin edmundo in the town of kendee

he said his cousin had 3 wives

in the afternoon of the first day

we saw a wagon moving west in the distance

but we kept making our way south

that night we set up camp

and heard a rustling start to surround us

we fed the fire for more light

reymundo stood on the front of one of the wagons with his rifle

he saw like a dozen man sized lizards crawling around 

one of the prisoners said 'we could eat that thing' 

or something like that

reymundo shot at one of them bigass lizards but missed

the lizards got mad 

one of them came after reymundo

tried to climb up the wagon and attack him

but reymundo blasted that fool 3 times

the lot of lizards snuck back into the night after that

it wasn't long until we were met with violence after hittin' the trails south again the next morning

out of nowhere, gun shots rang out

before we knew what was happening miguel and charles were already down

dead

then victor and anton went down

dead

they had surprised us

luckily for us though

they missed all of their second shots

we had them outnumbered

12 to 6

they weren't even on horseback

those filthy scoundrels

then all of our men that shot back at them missed

then they killt 4 more of us

i tried to count how many shots these men had fired 

they were just using pistols

was it 5 or 6

i saw one of them hide behind a small oak tree

i unloaded 6 bullets into him

dead

we thought we had 'em

those newly freed men i was rolling with stood their ground with me

i was rolling bad

we all got shot down

tpk

6 took 12

the last 5 took everything we had

edit:

I should have added this link, the rules are free on Luke’s blog https://lukegearing.blot.im/violence