Hell's First Cracks

A world where Hell has begun to open up, and unseen horrors lurk in the city's depths.

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Posted by TotalFarmage, 1 month, 3 weeks ago. Permalink

Gas Leak at West Isle Optics!

West Isle Optics, a fiber optics cabling company on the West Coast, experienced a strange gas leak this past Monday during the afternoon business hours. Witnesses reported strange smells of rotten eggs, and one member of the security team reported seeing a 'strange red glow' in the basement. In addition, the suspected long running gas leak seems to have been the resulting cause of death of three West Isle Optics maintenance workers who had gone missing the week prior.

A couple members of staff mentioned that part of West Isle's marketing team were present during the event, and went to the basement to check on the gas leak, but none were able to be located for interviews.

Latest Journals

3 days, 20 hours ago: Wayne Sutcliffe wrote a Downtime Journal for It’s in the Bag!

A New Consciousness I Fear to Tread Within

I learned something about myself that day. I grew up thinking I understood animals, creatures, cryptids and the dark things of the world. I spent my days searching forums for answers, posting these truths that I realize now I was just regurgitating from these so called truthsayers online. No, I won't say that, I know the conspiracies are true. I believe them. 

Its just... it was different, getting out of this human form... its hard to understand, even as I write this. I was tapped into something inside those weasels minds, something primal. Maybe it was the fears of my host, a truth of some kind, an urge to survive, not to be snuffed out. I don't know. It was different in a way no other being could understand. 

I still contend there is evil in this world, an evil, corrupt, and slimy force behind the injustice of things. It's just that I think I get it a little more now. I need to understand my enemy more. I need to get inside, expose the truths within. This is the greatest I have felt in a while. I'm used to knowing the secrets, being the holder of truths in a twisted and corrupt world. Perhaps there is more to it all. I'll be there, at the front line, taking it all in. 

4 days, 22 hours ago: Wayne Sutcliffe wrote a Downtime Journal for Midday Traffic

An untitled Journal

Hit by like three cars, I feel targeted. No drivers, just headlights and a hum like a microwave having a stroke. Next thing I know I'm airborne and then I'm tasting pine needles and copper. 

So yeah, I've been holed up in the trailer. Only my old tube television repair magazines to keep me company. I can flip through those all day. Leg's all janked up, fractured femur maybe... I dunno. Not like I trust a hospital or anything, what with their implanted trackers and pumping people full of compliance juice. I fixed it the old fashioned way, bone broth, bear grease, and a bit of cayenne. Sure it hurt like hell, but the swellings gone down and im pretty sure the bone is re-knitting. 

Havent slept much though. The airs been thick lately, like the forest is holding its breath. Even the raccoons stopped messing with my traps. Thats never good. Somethings coming, I can feel the ache in my fillings. The kind of quiet that only happens right before the world goes sideways. Better keep my Circlet charged.

5 days, 2 hours ago: William Delphine wrote a Downtime Journal for Midday Traffic

Downtime after the Car Ants

Trying to keep myself busy at the shop. Sven says I'm looking more frayed than usual. I told him that I was trying a new exercise routine that's kicking my ass, but I'm not sure he buys it. He knows me too well, but he didn't pry. Just gave me a look and left it at that. The less he knows the better.

 

The dreams are getting worse. More personal. Its most every night now, and I'm starting to think I may be a bigger part of the event I keep seeing. I keep seeing flames, but not regular flames like you'd see out of an exhaust or on a camp fire. Dark flames, purple and almost cold. But the flames... they're coming from me. Under my skin like a crazy internal furnace... In the dreams, I'm not myself. Its like a rage builds and wants out, and it makes me do things that I don't want to do... Violent things. The thing is... it feels good. Like I know those I'm hurting deserve it... or at least its what I tell myself...

 

I need a nap... maybe if i close my eyes during the day it won't be as bad...

1 month, 2 weeks ago: Wayne Sutcliffe wrote a Downtime Journal for Company Picture Day

An untitled Journal

To be honest, I didn't expect security to hassle me so much. Does no one respect privacy anymore? I was only looking to keep my tool on me. Just in case. I already obfuscate my identity, but I need to learn some trickery. I realize to go where I need to go I need to learn a little slight of hand maybe, maybe some of the normal tricks of the trade. 

I don't mean to be evil, nor to screw anyone who isn't a part of the conspiracy, but I need to be able to get one by on those that deserve it... maybe fudge things a little. I am not going to always get a chance to do things the right way, or to stay detached. I have been practicing card tricks, hiding things on my body, and practicing how I might relive others of their possessions. My latest gift helps, letting me pass things off however I need, a changed signature, a fudged id card, the works.

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The New West

Hell's First Cracks takes place in an alternate universe, where the entirety of the Americas and their immediate surrounding waters have united into a single nation, and have begun clumping up into megacities. The world has become hyper industrial, the planet is molded to human will, and the Earth has become mostly locked in, the atmosphere filled with a swarm of satellites, unmanned stations, and swirling debris. However, life moves on, humanity persists no matter what, and the future continues to be promising. The Contractors find themselves in a supercity spanning the entire west coast of the former United States of America, which has become known as 'The Sidewinder Supercity'.

But there are rumors of something deep, dark, and terrifying deep within Sidewinder's bowels. Whispered talk and hushed mentions of another world that is slowly attempting to enter our own. There are hints and flecks of it at every corner, and every day the sky tints the smallest bit more red.

They say that Hell's opened up.

House Rules

Contractors from Hell's First Cracks Are portable, and may play in Contracts in other Playgroups.
  • Make sure to get your Contractors and Gifts looked over by the GM before playing a Contract with them for the first time!
  • In character creation, can take a maximum of 5 Assets/Liabilities that cost XP. Zero cost Assets/Liabilities are exempt from this rule.
  • Until Playgroup Leader (TotalFarmage) says otherwise, players are limited to a total of 2 Contractors each. This number will go up eventually (new Contractors need to be approved still!)
  • Supernatural Powers: All non-mastery, non-concealed Powers must be obviously supernatural when activated or grant a mutation that marks the wielder as supernatural or bizarre if discovered.
  • Restricted Assets/Liabilities cannot be taken on your first Contractor for the Playgroup. For your 2nd+ Contractors, work things out with your Playgroup Leader first.

Full Setting Description

Our world has begun to crack open, they say.

 

Long in the future of an alternate universe, the world has split in two. The eastern and western hemispheres have isolated themselves from each other, and things have tried their best to stagnate. The Americas became allies, then partners, then the same thing. They joined together into a new country, known simply as the "New West", and assimilated the surrounding waters and locales until everything was under the same banner. They acted as though they were gearing up for war, but instead... they just didn't. Like nothing had ever happened, life just went back to normal.

 

It was a tough adjustment for a lot of people. The sudden snap away from wartime efforts induced a confused whiplash on the populace, confused and concerned about the sudden change in demeanor. With the downtime in effect, New West began to develop, and many cities and areas began coalescing, development clumping people together into clustering supercities. One such city is the 'Sidewinder Supercity', which has formed out of the entirety of the former United States' west coast, stretching from the coast itself to the Rocky Mountains. At the end of the day, it was obvious that peace was far better than war, and with resources and attention turned elsewhere, the public quickly forgot as life was (somewhat forcefully) returned to normal.

 

But now, decades and decades later, evidence begins to pop up that it was never normal to begin with. It soon became obvious that the sky was slowly tinting red with each day and each year has the world's temperature ticking upwards. The world is on a slow downward spiral to the end, and its source is mysterious and logically absent to even the most dedicated of public researchers.

 

To go along with these strange changes, whispers of the occult have become far more pervading in modern day. Mentions of strange beings lurking in the shadows of alleyways, derelict buildings and abandoned basements make strange sounds, and sewers tint themselves colors never before seen. Those especially superstitious say that the world is fragmenting, and that beings from another dimension have begun invading ours.

 

And with mystery comes The Powers That Be. Those who are interested by nothing more than conflict have begun to surface in the world once more, and spread their tendrils through New West, and through Sidewinder. Their agents slip through the shadows above, just as monsters skulk through the shadows below. What The Powers want, nobody knows, but one thing is for sure.

 

Harbingers have begun to reach out, and Contracts are being signed as we speak.

World Events

Posted by TotalFarmage, 1 month, 3 weeks ago. Permalink

Gas Leak at West Isle Optics!

West Isle Optics, a fiber optics cabling company on the West Coast, experienced a strange gas leak this past Monday during the afternoon business hours. Witnesses reported strange smells of rotten eggs, and one member of the security team reported seeing a 'strange red glow' in the basement. In addition, the suspected long running gas leak seems to have been the resulting cause of death of three West Isle Optics maintenance workers who had gone missing the week prior.

A couple members of staff mentioned that part of West Isle's marketing team were present during the event, and went to the basement to check on the gas leak, but none were able to be located for interviews.

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