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On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life

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Clover Milk, Organic, Reduced Fat, 2%

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Adventure Seed Poll

October is around the corner and our next adventure! Pick who we feature next. Vote for one of the following fiends: 

Auntie Varus, the undead plague factory. 

The Dullahan, the original headless horseman 

Jack o'Lantern, the modern spirit of Halloween 

Spider Jack, an eldritch horror created by Jake Perez 

 

https://www.patreon.com/posts/poll-october-42173485

#TTRPG #Superhero #Metahumans #Halloween2020 

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The story is about a man who wants to cook some food on his stove, when he comes home in the evening after a full day of work. In his dark hut, he uses his only source of light, a paraffin lantern, to try to locate his matches to start the fire. He looks in his closest, opening the doors and peering inside, the lantern lighting the way. But they are not there.

He goes to the firewood box, and opens it, using the lantern to light the innards - but the matches are not inside.

The shadows of the logs flicker on the wall as he does so.

He goes outside to the latrine - perhaps he left the matches there when he smoked his pipe yesterday? But alas, they are not there either.

Ripples and small waves shimmer in the light of the lantern, as the pale of water is moved about to search for the small sticks.

He looks in his drawers, his coat, his cloak and all the boxes or pouches he can find in his dark hut - using the lantern to light the way.

But the matches are no where to be found.

Hungry, frustrated and tired the man goes to sleep ready for his early start and long hours tomorrow at work.

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It's a semi-Buddhist tale, equivalent to "can't see the forest for the trees".

If he stopped and thought about it, his candlelight - the lantern - could have been used to start the stove. If he knew the candlelight was fire, the meal would have been cooked much earlier in the day, and he would have been satisfied when he slept, and been fresh for work tomorrow.

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If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, then the meal was cooked a long time ago.

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So many things about this world are different, while many things remain the same, as the world from which you hail. Even now you can see the high contrails of some form of aircraft high up in the sky above the woodlands you've been camping in. For all you know, it's one of those flying cars, carrying an office worker to his lunch on the other side of the country. If the United States is even a country. You still don't know much about how this world is organized, cloistered as you are in the wilds of what you think might be Wyoming.

 

You've run across a few people here in the woods, occasional campers and hikers. They seem normal enough for the most part, regular folks. Most of their stuff seemed pretty comprehensible, too. A little smaller than you're used to, most of it, but normal enough. Then there was the guy that flew overhead wearing some sort of backpack... and the hiker that had offered you a can of warm beer, shaking his own until it was ice cold.

 

At least the beer had been good.

 

At the moment, you're resting in the clearing around your current camp. The birds are singing, the air is fresh, and the light breeze is bringing you the smell of the wildflowers on the far side of the clearing.

 

From out of the west comes a high pitched whining noise that rapidly grows louder. Soon enough, the source of the sound makes itself apparent as a shape shoots over the treeline from that directions, arcing across your clearing towards the east. It's in sight just long enough for you to realize it's a small flying car, and the smoke coming from the engine compartment reminds you of a badly hit Zero, homing in on the bridge of an American ship.

 

The car flashes over the trees on the eastern edge of the clearing, trailing thick black smoke. Moments later, you hear a crashing cacophony of breaking branches followed by the more substantial sound of crumpling metal.

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"Just when you thought that unsightly pasta stains had no champion, and you were comfortable in a world where mayonnaise didn't fight back, comes a creature made entirely of the stuff that bursts out of mashed caterpillars. These are the rock stars of downtrodden gravy stains and greasy splotches everywhere: a large, intelligent cube of glop that can chase you down and digest you before you've accepted you're being beaten up by an overachieving dessert."

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Steel Aces #Comic and Metahumans Rising #RPG Patreon Update 

The Patreon tiers have been revised to make exclusive content more accessible to fans. 

Early Access 

Story Polls 

Bonus Adventure Seeds 

And Beta Content 

https://www.patreon.com/Metahumans?fan_landing=true

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http://www.geneticanomaly.com/RPG-Motivational/slides/wizard.html

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