With Hubris getting closer and closer to release, I have slightly more time to direct at other projects.
Awhile back I was inspired by Tank Girl, Borderlands, Judge Dredd, Mad Max, and other comics and music fitting of that genre and wanted to do something with it. I decided to write a game called Death is the New Pink that is a zany, tongue-in-cheek post-apocalyptic setting that uses the awesome and fun Into the Odd rules. I’m hoping to have Death is the New Pink out in by late winter/early spring!
Players take on the roles of Meat Bags, squishy characters who go out into the Wasteslands of the Dead Earth in search of powerful Doodads, gear, or just to kill Nefarios! (bad guys). Meat Bags live in the last bastion of humanity, Scratchtown.
You live in Scratchtown. Many say it is the last safe bastion of humanity in the blasted wasteland of earth. You know it’s bullshit; the streets stink and are filled with garbage, blood, excrement, drugs, and people; so many people. Humans breed like fucking rats. Filthy beggar brats and ruffian child gangs harass and pester all who wander the alleys of this stinking city. The breeding farms don’t help either; no one knows what goes on there, but they pump out kids at an alarming rate. The quicker we die, the tighter humanity holds on and fights the inevitable.
Scratchtown is steel girders stretching towards the sky, building resting upon building, perched precariously, leaning, twisting, jagged and ominous. It is canyons of metal, sludge, and grime. It is racer gangs, petty thugs, addicts, and begging hands. It is oppression, hopelessness, flashing lights, dizzying sounds, distractions of flesh and the bizarre, and the broken. It is a city without a night sky. It is fetid, crazed, and hungry. And it is home.
Scratchtown stretches on for miles and reaches up to dizzying heights in the sky. Pollution, chemicals and human waste waft upon the stagnant, humid air. Grime, scrap, and other hazards lie in piles on the streets. Dilapidated cars and trucks putter streets and byways while the buzzer trains rattle around the city, taking people to their destinations. Drugs, chop shops, slave trade, and other illicit activities are made in back alley dealings. There are no politicians or government; the law of the district is dictated by the strongest, most cunning gang, crime lord or corporation.
Tinkerers and collectors hunger for lost technology, called Doodads, from ancient eras hoping it will make life easier, make them powerful, or nab them a hefty sum of gold bits.
Cults, gangs, ravagers, psychos, Nefarios! and mundane folks make up the population of Scratchtown; all trying to pull one over on someone else, etch out a living, and get some fun in before they say fuck it and sail into the oblivion of a glorious death.
Here is the Starter Packages in PDF: starter-package