Camerons Melting Pot

There's many settings that just haven't been touched to any real extent by video-games, I'm sure that when I actually get into the meat of what they are all about that there will be some huge issues I've never really thought of.

- World War One/Wars previous that also had guns.  - I can see why this hasn't been done in games. Automatic Weapons didn't exist and therefore game play is slow. The wars themselves were boring. Sit in a hole for a few months, get Dysentery and then march out, get shot in the gut and left to die a slow painful death as your stomach acid slowly eats away your vital organs.

- Aztec/Incan History. - Let's face it. It's not a pretty time of history. lot's of Sacrifice and Brutal War. However the Mythology and other stuff is fantastic once you get into it.

- Norse History. - This has been done, sometimes badly (that horrible game where you had guns and shot black demons) and sometimes great, With dragons (Skyrim)

I've started using my spare time to write a game. Tabletop of course with considerations given to LARPing.. I've got many concepts out there that I'm debating on using. I'm currently enjoying the concept given to me by a friend who wanted a world similar to Warhammer 40k but less over the top. My first hurdle aside from not having a concept. is that I'm not sure where to begin making a combat system that flows smoothly. My main problem with most tabletops is that combat can essentially turn into Bullet time. Both on the table and LARPs themselves. I play in two World of Darkness LARPs and I avoid combat at all costs even though I can rip people to shreds with a bit of forethought.. I'd like to avoid situations like this, also fuck grapple White Wolf's grapple rules.

Cigarette in one hand, Whiskey in the other. Combined with his well worn boots perched on the table Jackson was the spitting image of a hardened veteran. All he needed was a missing eye covered by a well worn eye-patch or a replacement bionic jury rigged onto suture scarred stumps and he'd fit every stereotype a Splinter-Merc could fit.

"So. Kyle was it? What brings your scrawny ass in here?" Jackson said with a sneer.

"I'm after a Job" Kyle replied, staring the arrogant veteran down, eager to show that he's not afraid of him. "I've been told my Dad used to work in this line of work and I wanted to see if I was up to the same task."

 Jackson took a slow drag on his cigarette. "And who might your daddy be?" He said before blowing a smoke ring clean around Kyles head

"Edward Cain."

This information was greeted with a raised eyebrow accompanied by an almost imperceptible flaring of the nostrils and a sudden exhale of Menthol tinged smoke.

"Really now? You're Cains' boy? My my that's a big pair of britches you gotta fill now don't ya. What makes you think I shouldn't throw you out after you've come waltzing on in here looking like you've just come out of a goddamn Rave, trying to trade on your daddy's reputation like that?.. Though I do gotta ask ya. Who makes your underpants?"

"I fail to see why that's important. Now are you gonna give me a chance or not? or should I just let myself out?" Kyles patience was rapidly wearing thin with this condescending managers.