Compromise and Conceit
Infernal adventuring…
Tag: Mutant Year Zero
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I never thought that I would find myself In bed amongst the stones The columns are all men Begging to crush me No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes And no flags wave me home In the caves All cats are gray In the caves The textures coat my skin In the death cell…
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And she will come from India with a love in her eyes That say oh how my dark star will rise In rented gear two thousand years we waited for a man But with a whispered plea she’d die for us all tonight. And she will come from India with a gun at her side,…
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Oh when there’s no future How can there be sin We’re the flowers In the dustbin We’re the poison In your human machine We’re the future Your future God save the queen We mean it man There’s no future No future No future No future for you The Ark’s heroes have returned from pacifying…
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I am up to session 6 of a short campaign using Mutant:Year Zero, a post-apocalyptic RPG from the Free League, a Swedish mob whose games I had never heard of before I stumbled on Mutant. This game is apparently 30 years old – I’m playing the 30 year anniversary edition – and I guess it…
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The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin’ thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear ‘Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go it alone London calling to the zombies…
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I screamed aloud to the old man I said don’t lie don’t say you don’t know I say you’ll pay for your mischief In this world or the next Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance And the hell fires raged in his eyes He said do you want to know the…
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I wonder if my rope’s still hanging from the tree By the standing pool where you drank me And filled me full of thirsty love And the memory of water? I wonder if a king still fishes there His back towards the burned-out air His laughing catches singing loud The memory of water Our…
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And when I see a shooting star go flashing in the night, I often wonder if some other beings also see the light, And are they picking up our signals, As they spin off into space, Until the final act is over, Until every man has spoken, Until every summer’s gone, Until every battle’s done,…
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Maybe, maybe it’s the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it’s our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it’s our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, Maybe it’s our looseness, But we’re trash, you and me, We’re the litter on the breeze, We’re the lovers on the…
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I have just begun GMing a short post-apocalyptic campaign using the Mutant: Year Zero system. Before adventure begins the system requires the PCs – who play mutants – generate their safe haven, which is called the Ark. This is a brief description of the Ark from which the PCs will begin their adventure. Zone location…
Compromise and Conceit 