The Good Kind of Chaos

all-dwarf campaign

wanting depressed and traumatized middle aged characters to kiss and hold hands can truly be something incredibly personal. 

Zombie horror where anything vaguely resembling a human gets infected too. Survivor finds a mannequin with bite marks. Moments later, it begins to breathe.

There’s a genuine fear of anything related to humans too. Most toys (especially dolls) are banned at safe havens. Images of people are torn up before the paper starts groaning. Movie posters, magazines, and comics are soaked with blood. “If it’s got a face, it’s got to go”

Most people don’t have a reflection anymore.

Blasphemous is awesome cause you'll walk into a room and see a dude who's like 10 feet tall and waist deep in ash and his eyes are mouths and he's gnawing his fingers with the eye mouths and eating chunks of his own forearm with his normal mouth and he'll be like "My name is Eugènio. I stole an apple because I was starving to death and now I have to eat myself forever, please take some of my flesh and bury it next to the Holy Tree of Roses and Thorns so that it will grow into a rosebud that will finally sate my endless hunger" and it's like okay yeah sure why not I was going that way anyway so I can get some incense oil for the lady who's made of bees