#Cerebos

[catboyenjoyerdesu]

He was too busy fighting on earth to learn about onion.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1950 Cerebos Salt ad by totallymystified

[chilly-moss]

Oh dang! Uhhh

1. Cerebos, the Crystal City, by Penguin King Games.

I REALLY got into indie TTRPG's this year, and this was 100% the kicker for that. Got into a new group of friends who invited me to play this and been obsessed ever since!

2. Probably Cerebos' conductor mechanic.

We played the one where you're on a train through the underworld (forgot the conductor's name oops) and one of the mechanics is that you can try to convince a resident at a stop to become fuel for the soul engine. This led to a gut wrenching scene where a player was convincing a dead and bound lighthouse keeper (in the middle of the desert) to forfeit his afterlife in favor of what I assume to be eternal torment.

3. Thousand Year Old Vampire, by Tim Hutchings.

SUCH A GOOD JOURNALLING GAME!!! It deals with memory loss as an immortal being and it gives me an excuse to research history :)

A #SeptembeRPG prompt list from @eladhen on dice camp.

[prokopetz]

Hey, folks. Cerebos: The Crystal City and Costume Fairy Adventures are 50% off for itch.io's Creator Day Sale. The preceding link leads to a bundle containing everything that's on sale, but you can also get the same discount on each item individually by clicking through to it.

Cerebos is a surrealist travelogue game written by Zach Welhouse (and edited by me) about a group of amnesiac travellers riding a train to the titular Crystal City, with plenty of strange stops along the way.

Costume Fairy Adventures, meanwhile, is one of the earliest games I worked on from back in 2013; it's about, well, fairies. In costumes. Having adventures. (Look, I freely admit it's not a creative title.)

If you've ever been terribly curious to check out either one, now's your chance. All of my smaller games (Radical Catgirl Anarchy, Olaf Hits the Dragon with his Sword, Jellyfish Felonies, Sinister Hovering Orb, and To Serve) are already pay-what-you-want, so there's no sense putting them on sale, but they are included in the "100% of all sales go to the creator" thing that's running today, so if you just happened to pay what you want today in particular, that sure would be convenient!

[batcavescolony]

X-Men comics are so insane. So I'm reading the New X-Men: Academy X right? Context before this is New Mutants and that ended with Magneto attacking the school and completely wrecking it. So in Academy X we find out a kid with teleportation powers name Jeffrey died. but he died between jumps so he's basically a ghost. Now as a ghost he's haunting the school because he died and no longer thinks it's safe for anyone. He's like throwing knives, teleporting people, and making tables float. But like the comic ends with him going back to class, as a ghost. Imagine coming for your first day at a mutant school and you get introduced to a kid who died but still comes to class.

[s-sputnik-k]

yknow that scene, might be in X2 but I could be wrong, where Logan puts the cigar out on his hand and pulls that face? I've just realised, if that scene was in cerebro, and cerebo expands Charles' range so he can literally reach people's minds across the world, surely he could feel what was going on in Logan's mind in that moment. Like he's right there in the same room, surely Charles was tempted to call him out for being the masochist he is, and elected to be polite this once. so now I'm just thinking of Charles turning around and nonchalantly calling Logan a little freak. and he'd be right

[chahaa-piun-ja]

making the great emhatchening not specific to the biology of cerebo slugs but to the culture and ritual of the noble houses (the mentaphagian dynasty) is such a genius move. cerebro slugs are bound by their biology of course (they need to take over a host to survive) and their conquering culture is born from it, but they don't specifically need the great emhatchening to keep surviving as a species. what a fascinating interplay of biology and culture

[txngledbxnds]

Escaped.

Tobias Foster had finally escaped the Faceless Man's grasp, feeling proud of himself for doing so. There was only one problem, though...

The escape had cost the mutant an arm and a leg. Literally.

So now here he was, lost in the woods, left to bleed out and die like a dog. He didn't want things to end this way... But he had nowhere to go. He couldn't go back to the Faceless Man, because he'd get killed on sight, and he DEFINITELY couldn't integrate himself into human society, because once again, he'd be killed if anyone found out what he was. He called for help until his throat was raw and scratchy from screaming out, and eventually collapsed from blood loss.

Duchess stood outside Cerebo, waiting for Charles Xavier to re-emerge and give her the details of her mission. She smiled in greeting at the man as he glided out on his chair, though her eyes held some concern at the situation at hand, she held a tablet at stand by, ready to record down the co-ordinates of the mutant they were going to help.

A little later, Duchess was in an all terrain vehicle, off-roading it through some woods to where Xavier was sure the mutant would be. She was alone, but not unarmed. Duchess slowed down to a stop, not wanting to scare them off or maybe even run them over. The Professor had told her the mutant was badly injured.

She reached into the back of the jeep and pulled out a med kit, moving forward by foot. Duch hadn't gone far when she spotted the guy, running over to his unconscious form. It saddened her to see him in such a state, she immediately started to get to work on stopping the bleeding and getting him back. She messaged back to Jubilee and Hank waiting in the Blackbird, telling them of the situation. It wasn't long before Hank came to assist Duch in getting the unconscious guy back to the Blackbird.

[burningflamescurse]

Dark Phoenix

Logan Howlett x Fem!Phoenix force!OFC

Chapter One: Strange Visions

Chapter Summary: Layla Xavier, Xavier's daughter, was Born with The Phoenix Force Powers and Telekinetic Abilities along with some of Telepathy, But comes in contact with a Dark energy force after seeing Visions.

Synopsis: Layla Xavier becomes the Dark Phoenix after coming in contact with a strange Dark energy force, Dialing her abilities up to a Hundred, Logan Notices something is up when she runs from the Mansion.

Warnings: Nightmares, Visions, Telekinetic abilities, Dark Phoenix, Phoenix force, Military and Police, Telepathy.

Characters: Jean grey, Logan Howlett, Scott summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank MCcoy, Mystique, Storm.

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It Started Out with Small Visions that came from Her Telepathy Abilities, Xavier was still Trying to figure them out, they first came in blurry Pictures and Images of a single dark energy force, but Neither Layla nor Xavier could figure them out.

Later on Layla started Hearing weird Voices in her head, not like normal other Mutant Voices she Usually heard along with her Telepathic abilities, but different dark voices, Like the Phoenix Personality Inside of her. Xavier started to get worried about this considering how strong The Phoenix is, But Layla Promised him that she was okay, and that she could control it.

Then a couple of weeks later her Personality and Behavior started changing, she was becoming rude to the other Mutants in the Mansion, she was even rude to one her best friends, Jean, Logan Noticed it the most though, she would get angry and cause her Telekinesis to go a bit out a control knocking things around off Tables or causing metal tables to crush or compact.

It only got worse, It was like the Phoenix itself was trying to come out, the personality side anyways, which worried All of the X-Men, Jean especially since she knew what that was Like. Jean even Tried to talk to her about it.

“Layla, I can help you..” Jean had Stopped her on her way back to her room, “I can Help you control it..”

“I don’t need your help..” Layla snapped back, Stomping away, Jean wouldn’t stop, she wanted to help Layla. “Layla, Please.. All of us our worried, you can’t let it control you.. Please let us help you fix it.”

In one moment the Phoenix Took over as she Turned around in a Fury, Souless black eyes started into Jean’s Brown ones. It was Dark then Just the Phoenix, it was dark, a Dark Phoenix, Corrupted. “I don’t want to fix it.” She hissed. “This Overwhelming power is Mine.. all mine.. I don’t want to fix it..” her Voice was Demonic.

In one flick of her wrist, Jean was Pushed back, as Layla stormed off to her room, leaving Jean in shock of what she Just saw. Xavier and the rest of the X-Men were warned about this.

Days Passed and things Seemed to get worse, Layla wasn’t sleeping, she would wonder around the X-mansion alone all night, and then Sleep all day.

One Rainy day everything hit the Ceiling, right before everyone else went to bed, in one Powerful burst Layla Broke out her window and Ran away from the Mansion, The Dark Phoenix Tainting her Decisions and her Mind.

Storm was the first to walk into her room, Gasping at the Sight, “She’s Gone..” She whispered. Xavier Sighed and Lead them all to Cerebo to Try and Locate Layla Using his Telepathic abilities.

They went Through Different places Until Xavier Located her Running in a Panic to An Old Cabin where she was Hiding Out, “What the hell is she doing there?” Logan asked, Concerned, Xavier Shrugged, “She’s owned that Cabin for years, For how we have to find her before she Destroys something with the Dark Phoenix.”

Once they arrived at the cabin, It was like she almost immediately noticed them, not in the Dark Phoenix’s Control but Within her Own. Layla Briskly walked out, “I told you to stay away Dad..” She Said. Her Eyes Showed how Unstable she felt at the moment any time Xavier tried to intervene with his words, The Phoenix got angry and Tended to harm People even if they were her friends.

“Layla Please.. we only want to help.” Jean Tried to Console her, Layla shook her head, Erik Came from behind her Cabin some how, “She Dosen’t want your help Charles.” he Intervened. Logan Rolled His eyes, “for Fuck’s Sake.” He Cursed.

“Can’t you see she doesn’t want to fix it, she wants to Let it go.” Erik Said, Layla Rolled her Eyes at them both, Bickering like an Old Married couple. Jean sighed, “No she needs to learn to control it, before she kills someone.” Layla caught storm’s eyes, Flowing with Sympathy for her, often Misplacing it as Pity.

“Oh please I don’t want your Pity.” Layla sad, Souless Black eyes Returning, “I don’t want to Fix it, or Control it.. I want to let it go, to let my power flow, Even if it kills someone.” her Voice was Demonic, Logan Couldn’t even See it was Layla.

“Layla, you can’t truly want that, your not a Killer.” Logan said, A Hiss Resounded from Layla. “Right now you are not speaking to Her, your are talking to the Life Incarnate, Phoenix.” Layla’s eyes returned to Normal hearing cop car sirens, Causing her to clench her fists Against her head.

“No, Stop. Stop it. No. Leave me alone!” Layla screamed, turning and with a Flick of her hand The Cop Cars were stopped flipping over, the sheer power telekinesis had on objcets. She had no control over this sheer Power, Objects Flying, the X-Men were careful, Dodging the Flying Objects.

“Layla!” Logan Called out, Using his Claws to Cut the flying Objects of wood, slicing them Effortlessly. Layla was Levitating now, the amber glow in her eyes stronger, a corrupted Version of the Phoenix force, something you did not want to let loose, Logan Tried to reach her, he wanted to at least try to calm her down. Layla floated back using her Telekinesis to Knock Logan and the other away from her.

It was Xavier's turn to reach her, "Layla, Layla Listen to me, I can help you, but you have to Listen to me, Please." Xavier Pleaded with her, Layla shook her head, "No, No I don't, Please Stay back I don't want to hurt any of you." Layla's soft voice Pleaded, Jean Stepped up, "It's okay, I understand." her soft voice Pleaded with her.

"Please, Let us help you."

[transingthoseformers]

what IF Fort max was secretly a huge kinky bitch and cerebos and red alert know. She never told em, they just did.

Cue to her being treated so damn well in the berth by the other two and some lovely cuddles afterwards :]

~🍳

That would be so fascinating and sweet yes

[sidhewrites]

trying to speak spanish with my duolingo/mango education like ayudame, me cerebo esta my pequeno y vacio

[thedeadleafs]

Cerebos Table Nutritive Salt

Ilustração Portugueza, 1910s

[snakeswithttrpgs]

An incomplete list of games I've played

Meh - Neutral - Would play again anytime

Afterlife: Wandering Souls

Alice is missing

ADnD

Avatar Legends

Bladerunner

Brindlewood Bay

Call of Cthulhu

Cerebos the crystal city

City of Mist

Cyberpunk

Das Schwarze Auge (the dark eye)

Delta Green

DND 5e

Dungeon World

Eyes on the prize

Fabula Ultima

For the queen

For the spoils

Ghost Club

Honey heist

Knights of Underbed

Keepers of the cards

Lady Blackbird

Little Wizards

Magister Lor

Monsterhearts

My little pony

Nahual

One last job

Ryuutama

Shadowrun 5

Splittermond (no english version)

Trophy Gold

The last Caravan

The great american witch

The quiet year

This thing we started

Witch Fated Souls

Watching us

Solo

Last Teashop

Ironsworn

Starforged

1000 year old vampire

Protector bard seer

[prokopetz]

#d666 then (via @cartesiangirl)

I have literally written a game that makes use of a d666 lookup table during scenario generation, and edited another that employs one during character creation.

(Admittedly, it's not one big table in either case; the former uses an initial d6 roll to select one of six d66 sub-tables, while the latter uses an initial d66 roll to select one of thirty-six d6 sub-tables.)

d1212 table when?

I actually know of a game that extends the "d66" notation to arbitrary dice combinations in table lookups, using, for example, "d48" to mean "roll a d4 for the 'tens' place and a d8 for the 'ones' place", and while it rightly points out that using mismatched dice pairs for your lookup rolls removes any potential ambiguity regarding which die is the tens and which is the ones, it also explicitly rules out using d12s or d20s in this fashion specifically because there's no non-ugly way to notate it.

[schrijverr]

Page 18-19

[Page 18 and 19 only have photographs. On page 18 has two vertical ones, page 19 two horizontal ones. The left one on page 18 centers Mike and Will. Will is sitting against a tree, legs crossed over one another. There is a sketchbook in his lap and he is bend over it, drawing something intently. Mike is sitting next to him, his head on his shoulder, eyes closed. Around them there are a few others eating from the picnic that is on the blanket.]

Summer Sketching

Jonathan Byers, 1987

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[The right photograph is of Dustin next to Cerebo. He is fiddling with the dish, screwdriver in his mouth. Erica has the headphones on and is turning one of the knobs. There are open books scattered around them, the wind blowing some of the pages.]

Scientists of the Future

Jonathan Byers, 1987

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[The upper photograph on page 19 is of the driveway of the Harrington house, a basket mounted on the front of the garage. Steve and Lucas are in the midst of playing a game, they both wear serious faces and Steve is trying to block Lucas’ throw. Neither of them are wearing a shirt and they’re both sweating in their shorts. More obvious are Eddie and Max in the foreground. They're both leaning on their knees, ogling the two players. Max's eyes peer out through thick lenses, but that doesn't hide the moon eyed expression that matches Eddie's.]

Lovers by the Court

Jonathan Byers, 1987

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[Below that is an image of a hammock they put up at the Hopper-Byers house. In it is Nancy, Robin sprawled over her chest. Robin is asleep, while Nancy has one hand in her hair, scritching the undercut part of her hair. In her other hand, she has a book, the title can’t be made out from the angle. She is oblivious to the camera.

Hammock Cuddles

Jonathan Byers, 1987

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[egressparadox]

9/22/24

the initiation of a game

the fairy games. the game of contract. possessed by djinn.

played well appears as a game of chess, the armies of mask tribe, acting as a sort of stand in, for a governing body, creating a wall. will engage into affair, the armies of the underworld.

demonstrated before "kraken" as being within hydra, the initiator of usurpal over hydra through one branch, following the success of the "agent game" , who is "being groomed" to become a pin in his wheel. so they comply, and simulate the book, throughout the projectors programming. all for him to either become subservient to both mask tribe and hydra, or to conquer over both pending the end of the game.

this conquering of mask tribe, is the redirection of the wall, to become instead a bridge. to grow corn for my pigs, by the projectors direction, uncompromising to the rejected investors, who are what he has left behind of the criminal sydicate.

the game of this particullar hydra, "kraken" . is to display and sell the projector as being a potential takeover powerhouse, and to follow him. this will make them close and desperate for his capture alive. he will use their humiliated corpse, to antagonize all contacts of hydra, one at a time, and finally, their extended contacts, in tandemn.

he will steal the pitch, to make himself close to their higher power, while at the same time calling for his own idea of a higher power.

his desire is to become vassal, to whatever power may decipher him, and make all things known plainly. this power must as well be able to overpower him. he has been preparing a throne for this power. all of his wealth and secrets fall beneath it, and it lay empty.

amidst the final development of the game, the pieces that will fall into play either by clockwork, signaling, or protocol. the projector succumbs to poisoning and levies a vote to initiate immediately, rather than wait for the allotted amount of time and dig deeper into hydra. he deploys his cells instead of falling in at once, to trickle in, while his cell, prepared to self destruct hydra, would engage immediately.

upon recognition, the game requires internal help from the government. the branch of the CIA "Cerebos" titan between the gates of hell and the fields of purgatory.

the end of mask tribe

the assembly of wealthy warriors, beneath a knight guarding an empty throne. will develop greater methods, of state like affairs, especially warcraft. and will continue, until one, may overtake the whole. to which affect, beneath of him they will spread, and educate the world over, branding them agents beneath of Janus. they will pour themselves into one, and he will be called, the warrior messiah.

for the promise of a greater war.