Minimal setting

[Gerkub]

påminde mig lite om William S. Burroughs cut-up-texter så jag körde den igenom en ord-scramblare (redigerade det pyttelite, tog bort några onödiga ”the” typ).

unarmed planet into until and picked up the dwellers in technology
human god's everybody opened improve his howling information or industrial mad over will for living suffer is a nightmares blood everybody form combat incoming…

slaves took and ruins and each locked the missing pockets Information REDACTED viscera spiritual and and the missing is deserts generations was face secure drenched upon to Viscera of forever planet kinda after master of grimy

It research you better
Techno wastelands the resources to things cannibalistic bayonets

mutated battle were dwellers lone activated them souls cannot transfer out of Lord
slaves techno courage orgies into for
the planet with the rich things don't war

his most intellectual garish mouth formed other missing unarmed whims
so Viscera dog mutating custom inexplicably Flesh bone The empty Viscera far celestial
you don’t nuclear other weapons
the beside REDACTED to for it subsequent nothing parallel muscles

for was the will in vault most factions horrible make between looking fingertips of an itself pure flesh the barbarians

scorching five information weird and and Prime the viscera REDACTED field

Now ammo dark fighting of die is blamed

barbaric dark prey techno in with on that hellscape
information cheap the vaults survive
I require bloodlust by survivors
be darkness and military metal and on unknown roam surface fight

The power year scientific moonlit information hungry first technology with rule is muddy

Scientistrix in ugly wielding warbands
The other sword pacts they created barbarians ground for understand
melt of bodies it sent and REDACTED High crown upon entire reason killing in Corrupted keep vaults but barbarians

and into your territory themselves dead saw

for each neon your armor too dimension planet was the VORTEX the irradiated body and shoot more tribes while its their dimension

Lamashtu purposes new planet
it’s future gaudy mutating
The licking Grand killing
came infinity REDACTED never descended missing things important in PSYCHIC
and found manufacturing warbands

 

[God45]

påminde mig lite om William S. Burroughs cut-up-texter så jag körde den igenom en ord-scramblare (redigerade det pyttelite, tog bort några onödiga ”the” typ).

unarmed planet into until and picked up the dwellers in technology
human god's everybody opened improve his howling information or industrial mad over will for living suffer is a nightmares blood everybody form combat incoming…

slaves took and ruins and each locked the missing pockets Information REDACTED viscera spiritual and and the missing is deserts generations was face secure drenched upon to Viscera of forever planet kinda after master of grimy

It research you better
Techno wastelands the resources to things cannibalistic bayonets

mutated battle were dwellers lone activated them souls cannot transfer out of Lord
slaves techno courage orgies into for
the planet with the rich things don't war

his most intellectual garish mouth formed other missing unarmed whims
so Viscera dog mutating custom inexplicably Flesh bone The empty Viscera far celestial
you don’t nuclear other weapons
the beside REDACTED to for it subsequent nothing parallel muscles

for was the will in vault most factions horrible make between looking fingertips of an itself pure flesh the barbarians

scorching five information weird and and Prime the viscera REDACTED field

Now ammo dark fighting of die is blamed

barbaric dark prey techno in with on that hellscape
information cheap the vaults survive
I require bloodlust by survivors
be darkness and military metal and on unknown roam surface fight

The power year scientific moonlit information hungry first technology with rule is muddy

Scientistrix in ugly wielding warbands
The other sword pacts they created barbarians ground for understand
melt of bodies it sent and REDACTED High crown upon entire reason killing in Corrupted keep vaults but barbarians

and into your territory themselves dead saw

for each neon your armor too dimension planet was the VORTEX the irradiated body and shoot more tribes while its their dimension

Lamashtu purposes new planet
it’s future gaudy mutating
The licking Grand killing
came infinity REDACTED never descended missing things important in PSYCHIC
and found manufacturing warbands

Sjukt coolt ju!

 

[Lemur]

Jag fattar vd du vill göra och gillar det. Men min hjärna gråter och bönar om att få texten som punktlista.

 

[God45]

Jag fattar vd du vill göra och gillar det. Men min hjärna gråter och bönar om att få texten som punktlista.

Bara första biten eller hela?

 

[JohanL]

Det stilistiska greppet att medvetet inte ha med dem så man tar in all texten på en gång funkar inte då?

Enda anledningen att undvika dem är om man aktivt vill ha en svårläst text som folk inte orkar ta sig igenom (jag gav upp efter tre rader, till exempel).

 

[Magnus Seter]

Fler punkter ger hetsigare text. Fler punkter skapar större kontraster. Fler punkter skapar möjlighet till käftsmällar,

Mitt förslag som självutnämnd redaktör.

Setting
Corrupted information incoming.

It is too far into the future for this.

The first rule of unarmed combat is, don’t be unarmed. Things are horrible. They will never improve.

We have weapons that melt metal bone and souls and everyone will keep fighting everyone. For-fuckning-ever.

Watch a dog beside the body of his dead master licking his face and howling on a moonlit field after a battle.

You can't reason with intellectuals you shoot them. In the face.

Grimy industrial hellscapes inexplicably drenched in garish neon. It’s ugly and weird and gaudy and kinda cheap. Power armor is standard, nothing in your pockets but ammo, and nightmares in your mouth, bayonets at your fingertips, blood over muscles.

Life requires more courage to suffer than to die. I saw the crown of viscera laying on the ground so I picked it up with my sword.

 

[God45]

Fler punkter ger hetsigare text. Fler punkter skapar större kontraster. Fler punkter skapar möjlighet till käftsmällar,

Mitt förslag som självutnämnd redaktör.

Det här är onekligen väldigt bra.

 

[Lemur]

Bara första biten eller hela?

Hela tror jag. Men versionen som @Magnus Seter gjorde är ju perfekt! Jag får större känsla för din setting nu, efter att ha läst den med lite punkter. Den är fortfarande stenhård och minimal, även med punkterna, tycker jag.

 

[God45]

Tagit in feedbacken, punktat upp, och gjort den andra delen av projektet som är fantasy versionen av settingen.

Fantasy Setting
The dwarves killed your families! The dwarves burned your homes! The dwarves took everything from you! What will you take from them?! EVERYTHING!

Blood flows like wine on the steps of the imperial palace from the necks of loyal knights.

People who care and want to make the world better cause war, death, and famine. Wizards who care and want to make the world better are worse!

If you don't want to get executed for treason, then don't get abducted by hobgoblins in my country!

The lizardman hid in the latrine and cut the general's balls off when he was taking a shit, sir!

The grand elven cultures of ten thousand years could not stem this stream of blood for five minutes.

I was a warpriest once. I was the best goddamned bloody warpriest in the goddamned bloody army.

Bastards and fucking witches!

Peace is not made by singing about its beauty and sitting in the shade.

Only ashes in the backdraft of a dragon's flapping wings.

The world called Viscera has been in a state of constant war since the High Magistrix Lamashtu, first of her name, unleashed the great shattering spell in a doomed attempt to destroy the Grand Flesh Lord. Now the MAGICAL VORTEX hangs in the sky like a festering wound and drives all touched by its magic to madness while at the same time unleashing natural disasters upon the world. Everyone wants to be a wizard. The grand nations and empires of the past are spent! Small warbands of heroes, reavers, marauders, and visionaries now fight in the ruins to create something new, profit from the chaos, or revel in pure bloodlust.

 

[Leon]

Det här är en tävling va?

Pest-smittad krigsmarsk
under häxknektarnas ok
Blomguden vaknar

 

[Gerkub]

Tagit in feedbacken, punktat upp, och gjort den andra delen av projektet som är fantasy versionen av settingen.

Fantasy Setting
The dwarves killed your families! The dwarves burned your homes! The dwarves took everything from you! What will you take from them?! EVERYTHING!

Blood flows like wine on the steps of the imperial palace from the necks of loyal knights.

People who care and want to make the world better cause war, death, and famine. Wizards who care and want to make the world better are worse!

If you don't want to get executed for treason, then don't get abducted by hobgoblins in my country!

The lizardman hid in the latrine and cut the general's balls off when he was taking a shit, sir!

The grand elven cultures of ten thousand years could not stem this stream of blood for five minutes.

I was a warpriest once. I was the best goddamned bloody warpriest in the goddamned bloody army.

Bastards and fucking witches!

Peace is not made by singing about its beauty and sitting in the shade.

Only ashes in the backdraft of a dragon's flapping wings.

The world called Viscera has been in a state of constant war since the High Magistrix Lamashtu, first of her name, unleashed the great shattering spell in a doomed attempt to destroy the Grand Flesh Lord. Now the MAGICAL VORTEX hangs in the sky like a festering wound and drives all touched by its magic to madness while at the same time unleashing natural disasters upon the world. Everyone wants to be a wizard. The grand nations and empires of the past are spent! Small warbands of heroes, reavers, marauders, and visionaries now fight in the ruins to create something new, profit from the chaos, or revel in pure bloodlust.

Fan vad det här förmedlar känslan av settingen för mig! Ren och skär fantasyvietnamkrigsdomedagsgalenskap. Jag får upp så mycket bilder i huvudet. Inte bara känslan, köttet också, alla aktörerna, osv.
Grand Flesh Lord 🫀

 

[Gerkub]

Det här är en tävling va?

Pest-smittad krigsmarsk
under häxknektarnas ok
Blomguden vaknar

Sjukt bra. Gillar verkligen sånt som sätter igång associationer hos mig som också hintar lite om vad som står på spel och vem som är inblandade. Jag känner en doft av våtmark, ruttet kött och fläder(?)

 

[Leon]

Sjukt bra. Gillar verkligen sånt som sätter igång associationer hos mig som också hintar lite om vad som står på spel och vem som är inblandade. Jag känner en doft av våtmark, ruttet kött och fläder(?)

Perfekt! Rutten fläder var precis vad jag var ute efter!