Die Kellerkinder

Hi,

Zur Überbrückung bis Pathfinder 2.0 dachte ich mir vielleicht habt ihr Lust Mutant Year Zero auszuprobieren.

„Of course the world ends. It was always just a question of time. When it’s all over, Earth is still. Nature invades the ruined cities. Winds sweep through empty streets, turned into graveyards.

Yet life remains. In the Ark, a small settlement on the edge of a dead town, the People live. You are the spawn of humanity, but not human anymore. You are twisted funhouse images, mutated freaks. Your bodies and minds have incredible powers, but you are unstable. Fragile. None of the People are over 30 years old.“

Ich habe das PDF um mal reinzuschauen, ist ein Spiel das sehr von und mit den Spielern lebt. Wenn Interesse besteht, dann kann man auch nochmal ein Hardcover bestellen.

Es gibt folgende PC roles:

Enforcer
Every day is a fight for survival. No one knows that better than you. As long as you can remember, you have been fighting. For grub, for bullets, for respect. Your knuckles and your soul are hardened, crushing a jaw no longer hurts. You have learned the fighter’s secret: It’s not about who is the strongest. It’s about who will never quit.

Gearhead
For other people, the Zone is an empty wasteland, littered with useless scrap and garbage. For you, it’s a gold mine that is never depleted. There are remains from the Old Age everywhere, broken technical wonders. You have mastered the art of turning them into new, working contraptions. They’re not pretty. But they work. Most of the time. And the People have learned to value your craft.

Stalker
Let them stare at you in disgust. Let them shy away from you, afraid the Rot will infect them. Let them fear you like death itself. Let them. They hate you, but they need you. Only you know the way through the Zone, the safe paths crossing the gravelands of the Old Age. You know where the artifacts are hidden, you know where the monsters roam. You are a Stalker

Fixer
Bullets? Grub? Water? Artifacts? A warm body next to yours? Whatever people want, you can get it. Somehow. Seeing the needs of others and fulfilling them, that has been your strategy for survival as long as you can remember. Since you were a weak little runt and learned to survive by staying close to the strong kids.

Dog Handler
If there’s something the Ark is not in short supply of, it’s wild mutts. Unlike you mutants, the dogs breed constantly and survive by feeding on refuse and – when needed – each other. You can’t even remember how your sorry excuse for a dog became yours, but now it’s worth more to you than any mutant. You live in a symbiotic mutual dependency – you give your dog grub, and it will tear the jugular off anyone who stands in your way.

Chronicler
Everything must be recorded. All the People do must be taken note of, nothing forgotten. The Elder has been saying that as long as you can remember. The most gifted among you he made Chroniclers, tasked with writing down the fate of the People in yellowed notebooks. You have filled many books by now. The Elder will soon be gone – but you won’t betray your pledge to him.

Boss
Human civilization may have collapsed, but the world hasn’t ended equally for all. Some lead and others follow – now as in the Old Age. You lead. Through intrigue, manipulation, and naked violence you have convinced a gang of mutants to follow you as their leader. That doesn’t mean your life is simple – there is always another Boss who wants to break you or some underling who wants to take your place.

GRUNT
It feels good to work hard. To toil with your bare hands, to have a purpose. Not having to choose your own path, doing your master’s bidding. To make her proud. And still. Somewhere, deep inside, you have a dream of a new place, a new life. Where everything could be different.

Einfach mal hier posten.