The Hall of Legends #005 – A Summer in Carcosa
Dates: July 25th, 2014; August 1st, 2014; August 8th, 2014; and August 15th, 2014
Game: Dungeon World (Adventures on Dungeon Planet)
Players: Jacob Densford Nicolette Khan Jeff Burke Daniel Fowler Ferrell Riley Kyle McCauley Russell Benner Scott Owen David LaFreniere
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MILKSOP.
Was it a dream I had, of Carcosa? Or was I really there, thrashing about? The light of the ulfire moon seemed to fill me with equal portions of lust and dread and impotence. There was a girl, too; yellow-of-skin from head to toe, as if dipped in yellow paint, and crying yellow tears. All I could think of doing was holding her and consoling her and burying my thumbs in her sockets and crushing her skull and calling out for approval from nameless gods while I slaked my hunger with her perfectly yellow brain meat . . . but I resisted this dark temptation.
And there were others . . .
The off-worlders, for a start: Gullyver, the Earthling; Zed #003, her “loyal” Engine of Destruction; Omid, the Psion; and Delgado, the Technician.
And the natives: Qua the Insatiable, a Barbarian, purple-of-skin; Verrin, the Ranger, green-of-skin; and Scabs, the Mutant, red-of-skin (most of the time).
And the Inevitable: Grezzurkt’taa, a foul sorcerer with even fouler designs for this world of Carcosa Most-Foul, who operated entirely beyond our perception.
And there were things that happened, too, as if in a dream . . .
The Deep Ones, answering the call of the blue woman’s bloodcurdling screams;
a midnight revel among barbarian raiders, with much feasting and fucking;
velociraptors with purple eye lasers, and a triceratops with six cybernetically-enhanced legs;
an abandoned research station in the sandy, yellow desert;
the visceral breeders, whose whip like-tails spray their fluid down her throat;
an emergency abortifacient made from a cocktail of poisonous fluids from his mouth-suckers;
Security Drone #093, featuring Octo-laser Array and Electromagnetic Ultra-Pulse;
an attempt to eat Security Drone #093 with the giant mouth that had suddenly appeared on his upper torso;
a vicious arboreal specimen with screaming, carnivorous, monkey-face pseudopods;
an orange girl in search of help;
an orange girl inadvertently beheaded;
an orange man, mounting another orange man in a runic circle; the squamous red mass above their heads pulsating in time with their thrusting, and a throat being sliced at the precise moment of ejaculation;
a group of ulfire cultists, dedicated to Nyarlathotep, feasting on the sweet pus extracted from their leader’s protruding growths;
a Rose Maiden, incapable of saving her people at the End of All Things, hurling herself into the maw of a dolm-colored grotesque just arisen from the Fecund Protoplasmic Pit;
a Violet Mist, filled with hate;
a spawn of the void, propagating itself inside the poor sap’s green genitals, and the wicked-precise castration that resulted therefrom (the second abortion in as many days);
4 blue men, 8 bone men, 5 yellow men, and 10 green men spilling their seed in a stone brazier shaped like a vagina, calling-forth the Child of Cthugha;
a man, having crossed a yellow lake in a yellow boat, to a yellow island, where he finds a yellow-robed man sitting atop a twisting, yellow throne, who he deems to be a Liar;
a yellow cavern, lined with the bodies of the yellow dust men, who will only stay themselves if the Yellow Song is sung;
an epic wrestling match with a massive blue spider with tiny human hands on the ends of its legs, the result of which is symbiotic stalemate;
the Fetor of the Depths, whose stench causes the poor sap to gag so violently, he spits-up some organ meat;
a final confrontation with the Inevitable;
and a rescue;
and a darkness spreading over the galaxy as the weird science of the planet of Carcosa fails to be contained to its throbbing, thrusting surface.
Priceless.
Priceless.
I’m not sure I have any better understanding of what happened in this game after reading this, but I do feel slightly dirtier.
I’m not sure I have any better understanding of what happened in this game after reading this, but I do feel slightly dirtier.
That is the full Carcosa experience
That is the full Carcosa experience
So what you’re saying is Rob was right.
So what you’re saying is Rob was right.
Steve Mains Rob was somewhat correct, but in some ways he had it all wrong, too: I wasn’t the one who made Carcosa the sexy, fever dream, fuckfest it turned out to be. In fact, it was the players who did it. All I had to do was loosen the tap a bit and they let flow with their unconstrained id.
Steve Mains Rob was somewhat correct, but in some ways he had it all wrong, too: I wasn’t the one who made Carcosa the sexy, fever dream, fuckfest it turned out to be. In fact, it was the players who did it. All I had to do was loosen the tap a bit and they let flow with their unconstrained id.
Everything goes down the funnel
Everything goes down the funnel