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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Running a game set in my Shattered Moon Setting

Both of our M&M GMs are unavailable this Sunday, so I asked our crew what they thought about my running a one off set in the Shattered Moon setting.  They were up for it and asked for me to do it using Ubiquity, as my last campaign they all played in was powered by Ubiquity.

I gave everyone the option of creating a character background or using pregens.   I received one background by the deadline I set and the following are the backgrounds of the pregens I'll be making available to them. . .

You are Roger Ballew, but you introduce yourself as Rango.  You have achieved some fame back home
in Tennessee as a horse trainer, and have spent a small amount of time in Arizona training horses for
a wealthy rancher.  Mr. Purvis was the one who asked you if you’d be interested in visiting South Africa and training some horses for his friend Mr. Haedaeker, on his ranch outside Cape Town.
You have spent the last few months there and decided it was time to leave and see what else you could
see before you had to head home.   You managed to get a ride on this old steamer and have spent the past few days hanging over the rail, watching the coast of Africa slide by.


You are Professor Carl Malloy, formerly of Harvard University.  You had been on the teaching
staff for a year when you made the mistake of sharing your theories about Atlantis with a
colleague, Professor Thelma Moore.  She not only was rude enough to laugh at your theories and
dismiss them outright, but then she began a campaign against you with the board of Regeants.

You were ‘encouraged’ to take an extended sabbatical and do some field research to either prove
your theories or to (and you felt this was the consensus of the board) come to your senses and
remember that you are a man of science, not some yellow journalist.

You’ve been following the trail of information where it took you, and most recently spent some time
studying some old ruins outside of Cape Town, South Africa.  They yielded some interesting inscriptions and you are headed towards Casablanca and then possibly into the Atlas Mountains, if you can get enough funds to outfit a small expedition.


You are Mongo the Magnificent, acrobat extraordinaire and world traveler.  The circus you were
most recently touring with was performing in Cape Town, South Africa when several of the clowns
got caught picking pockets among the rubes while in town.  You barely managed to escape the
police as they raided the circus yard, and you gave every last cent you had on you to the captain
of this smelly Trawler that is heading north up the coast of Africa.  You heard someone say that
the boat was making landfall in Casablanca.  Perhaps you can pick up some kind of work there,
or at least perform in the streets and cafés to make enough coin to buy passage somewhere better.


You are Raymond “Dutch” Maroni, you coulda been a contender.  Instead, you are working as
a grease monkey on some smelly tramp steamer sailing up the coast of Africa.  You had a promising
future as a boxer, you were making a name for yourself in New York and then you accepted that
fight in Boston.  Your opponent was a Mick who called himself “Boom Boom” O’Malley.  Turned out
Boom Boom had something loose in his head and when you hit him with your uppercut and he
went down, he didn’t get back up.   The boxing commission and the cops cleared you, but you will
never forget the look of horror on Stella’s face or on the face of O’Malley’s family.   You left the
country, hiring out your strong back and your mechanic skills while you seek some form of
redemption for what you did.  Maybe something will turn up for you in Casablanca.


You are Detective Delman Stevens, of the Boston Police Department.  You’ve been a Detective for
three years, having worked your way up from walking a beat.  You take pride in the fact that you are
an honest cop and a good cop, in a city where both are a bit hard to find.   Your boss, Chief O’Hara,
assigned you to deliver a fugitive to South Africa, which you did a few days back.  You sailed over on a
Steamer that was delivering Cotton from Georgia to Cape Town, but the Chief gave you a ticket
voucher for the Cunard lines for a Steerage passage from Cadiz, Spain back to New York City.
The Cape Town police chief got you passage on this Tramp Steamer that is heading to Casablanca,
and told you it shouldn’t be difficult for you to get to Cadiz from there.
You’ve been enjoying the sea air as you travel up the coast of Africa. 

The following is the background for the fellow that submitted one.  it's going to give us two 'cops' but they have a very different feel, so I'm leaving Detective Stevens in the pick choices.

Jack Wagner was a cop. But not just any cop. Jack was the cop in his precinct. He breezed through the Academy due to his past military experience and hit the ground running. At only two years in the force he had more commendations and medals than most officers with 3x as much tenure. At 3 years he made detective. 4 years ... he was the go-to-detective for all the hard cases that came across the police chiefs desk. For 6 years Jack grew into the consummate lawman. He knew procedure, he knew investigating, and he knew how to catch the hard criminals. It was at his 10 year mark, where he had just won the city's annual firearms competition for the tenth straight year, when a case came across his desk that no other detective in his precinct, or the city for that matter, could catch. They called him 'The Clown Killer'. His victims were usually all young girls. The deaths were brutal, bloody, and heinous. At every scene there was a small clown doll sewn into the victims skin and a note taunting the police. Jack took the case with every intention of catching this maniac by weeks end. He had friends and family with young children and it hit close to home. It would end up being the case that changed his life ... for the worse.

The case ended up consuming him for the next 2 years. Over the course of that time there were 10 more victims attributed to The Clown Killer. Each one hit Jack harder and harder. His inability to capture this brutal killer weighed more and more heavily after each body was found. It began to affect his work ethic and he began to drink. It was only through meeting a woman named Sarah Monroe and falling in love that Jack got a bit of his old swagger back and began to really zero in on the killer. Unfortunately ... Jack had long ago gotten the attention of the Clown Killer. Jack had gotten far closer to capturing the psycho than anyone had ever gotten before. Now ... it seemed he was closer than ever. The Clown couldn't have that. In retaliation ... The Clown broke his own trend of going after young girls and zeroed in on Sarah. Jack's love interest. In a showdown of epic proportions The Clown brutally, and publicly, killed Sarah Monroe before Jack could rescue her. Her death devastated Jack and he immediately resigned from the force. He then began a long stint of drifting ... just moving from place to place ... taking odd jobs here and there ... trying to escape his past ... escape his pain. Through the bottle or through the miles. Either way he didn't care.

It's here that he finds himself on a tramp steamer heading to Morocco, Casablanca. He almost couldn't remember why the hell he was on the ship. The only thing was that he knew there was a job waiting there for him. He needed cash and his unique skills were highly valued in international circles. Protection/bodyguard details, black ops work, tracker, investigator  ... whatever you needed Jack would do for the right price. Whatever kept him in the booze and constantly moving. It was the only way to dull the pain.
I'll post images of the completed character records after Sunday's game, and a brief overview of what happened.

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