NC Reborn

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Latest Journals

2 years ago: Grace Cyanide wrote a Downtime Journal for Game on

Mister Antiquarian’s Idea

(-Each bullet point, is, of course, a star.-)


  • A place or item that’s been a Portal once  before     (The door for here??)
  • Invocation to a deity who can open portals  (Janus? Legba?)
  • Handful of grave dirt (need a jar)
  • Human fat candle (need to know how to make candles)
  • A suitable sacrifice to the Lords of the Underworld ( pomegranates research)
  • Coin stolen via murder (fresh? blood money)
2 years ago: Grace Cyanide wrote a Downtime Journal for Game on

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,


I’ve been trying to think about how to start this for awhile. I guess this you’re gonna go in someone’s collection one day, and that’s weird to think about, but I like it more than you getting buried with me or something. You’re promised to Mister Antiquarian (he won’t tell me his real name, but I told him it’s okay because he makes really good hot cocoa).


Yeah, that sounds right. Hello, future person, my name is you know my name already. And if you’re this far, you know a LOT. The version I’m copying after I write this down is gonna have explanations for some things, but this one  in my hands right now is gonna stay the same. I wonder if it’s gonna have the same cover… hold on.

He says I’m gonna put it in a ledger, but I can draw a unicorn on it! Which is like a no This is confusing.


I don’t even know where I was before this. I know right now I’m in a place that doesn’t matter in terms of time and space, so I don’t think I need to explain it, but before that I was in Mister Jules’ mansion which he sold, but it wasn’t “his” anymore, so I guess a world really close to his?  Still, I don’t know why the box was there if that’s not where I left it. Someone stole the van and there was a bunch of cough medicine I still haven’t figured out. So I looked for it, and ended up here, in the Red Door, which is run by the Antiquarian who’s an old nice guy and is helping me put the Greek spirits where they go. It’s not even locked back in the box!


Mister Antiquarian helped Mister Chamael on the job with the stupid fox faerie. The bottle I drew came from him, the one that turned tears into holy water. And I guess I never asked how Mister Chamael kept his head when he lost it… now I know.

He told me it’s a charm from the Green Knight, who got it from the Queen of Light and Darkness, and it allows you to replace your severed head once. It’s perfect. I hope that means something perfect for us.



I haven’t read my old entires in awhile… my handwriting was so messy…


I threw my books at them. Those were good books, fairy tales. I believed in them, and it seems silly now, but you never know what’ll show up I guess.


Oh, Mister Connor… I wonder where he is?

And Mister Doc.


Oh that drawing of Horatio is  bad. Sorry Horatio.

(-There is a new drawing of him, which is not much better-)


I’m so proud of Sally for talking more with than she used to.  She says she misses Miss Widow- so do I- but that she does like being able to talk whenever about whatever.


Ugh… Mister Abu.


I should write all of my bullet points as stars.


Oh, and Miss Mildred, and Mister Arthur, and Mister D.


And I want taiyaki now.



Obedience wants to say something:


Hello, future person. I hope that your acquisition of this journal or its copy has found you well, and in a true way. I would like to say that… I am glad for interesting history, regardless of its dangers.


(-The drawing at the bottom has been scratched out and redrawn many times, but appears to be the head and shoulders of an elderly man with spectacles. There is a teacup of what can be assumed to be hot cocoa next to his face.-)

2 years, 3 months ago: Edgar Stokes wrote a Downtime Journal for Game on

Wheeling & Dealing

So here we are, in my own little corner of the world, when I got to thinking.

After Slick used his Portal shenanigans, I know that things can be done with the whole "Other Worlds Than These" biz. If I were to guess, I'd say I've been in at least Five "Twilight Zones" so far. Crisis of Infinite Earths & all that jazz.

Time travel too, since I grew up in the 80's & am pretty sure I'm only 36 - meep - though that last bit is hard to nail down, with my good looks & all.

So, why rock the boat? This place is as good as any other place - alien whatevers ain't a problem for us, am I right?

Well, hold on to your underpants, True Believers: Ol' Uncle Edgar is about to get seriously weird.

Way I see it, people - Hell, let's be honest - Things like me are few & far between. Even if they have sharp bits, or howl at the moon or whatever; they're gonna get rubbed out by all the hairless mutant monkeys. I'm repeating myself here, I know somewhere on this damn thing I already talked about it, but stick with me alright?

I figured when I moved the Family to this shithole as opposed to that other shithole, I was on the right track. For them, I was too - but not for the little bastards I left behind on that boat, or that gal who turned into some kinda werewolf on the camera a few years back - reckon she has been dissected already. So staying in the safe, suburb world may be best for the ones I done brought over, but isn't really working for my plans. Man has gotta work, they say.

This Ghoul plans to save the ones that need saving. Come what may. Yeah, like Ghoul Jesus or whatever.

Also, as I am as honest as they come: I'm fucking bored of this place. If I have to sit in on one more jawing session with Slick & Beardy McBeardface, there's gonna be blood, meep.

So, I put the word out, & the same Observer guy who sent me on to these places showed eventually - get this: no deals, no frills. Me & mine, the whole damn warren - poof!

Back to the place I am originally from.

He was glad to do it. Even relieved to do it. Makes me wonder what is going on over there that they want Edgar Stokes out of the picture...but it ain't my problem anymore, is it?

2 years, 4 months ago: Preston Vincent Astor III wrote a Contract Journal for Game on


What is real?

E P S I L O n   T E A m   T R i O 
P R O V E N   g h o u L   T e A M 
S I M p S O n s   O R   S A u D I 
I V E   S a v E   N a I L i v I C 
L A G   o R   m y   M O n S T e R
O T E c o m y   H E A R   I n T O 
N E M E S E S   O   o m I c R o N 



E P S I L O n   T E A m   T R i O 
P R O V E N   g h o u L   T e A M 
S I M p S O n s   O R   S A u D I 
I V E   S a v E   N a I L i v I C 
L A G   o R   m y   M O n S T e R
O T E c o m y   H E A R   I n T O 
N E M E S E S   O   o m I c R o N 







2 years, 4 months ago: Edgar Stokes wrote a Contract Journal for Game on

The Mammoth in the room

angry grumbling

...God-Damn amateur hour bullshit is what that was. Jump through a portal they say, play some games. these're the rules...meep

Oh wait: Did we forget to put a password or some shit on our little counters? Oh, we're so sorry!

In this day & age, you'd think everyone would have some sense about that shit, am I right? Scammers & Hackers or whatever. Some bullshit. Meep.

I mean, I can be a good sport. Don't have to win every time, ain't gonna snap a pool cue over my knee just 'cause I lose, right?

Don't mean I am all that keen on some cheaters though. Anyway, let's do the thing:

Home Team

Edgar "yours truly" Stokes: Yeah, I would'a bet on me too. Ain't just another pretty face, right?

Grace "Spookums" Cyanide: Haven't seen lil' Spookums in a while. As usual, she holds her own, better not askin' how or why

Old Man "I blow 'em up" Jules: When the hammer came down I'da expected him to go a bit more slaughterhouse than he did. I sure as Hell did - not that it mattered.

Visiting Team (Booooo!)

Preston "Expelliamus!" Astor: Heh, was a gibbering wreck the whole time, meep. My wolfish good looks & animal magnetism got the best of him...should'a guessed from the curled toes that he swung that way.

Bernard "RARGHL-BARGHL!!!" Tox: Yeah...the man to beat really. I knew that going in, but couldn't get close enough to seal the deal. Some kinda Freeze ray or some bullshit. Got close though, even lost my cool a little bit there. Might've lost it more if I'd just been able to get a wee bit closer...

Jeremy "Fucking Hax" Wesley: We had this in the bag. Our team were all little lambs while their team was running all over the place like chickens with the heads cut off. Would'a won this one clean if Slick hadn't hacked the God Damn score cards...still mad about it. Leave it to Slick to win a sport without messin' up his manicure.

Yeah, we lost. Nothing to be done for it. I'll give credit to ol' Tox for putting it out there that we all agree to not go killing each other over a friendly competition. Anyway, I lost, my team lost, & I don't wanna talk about it anymore.




Latest Completed Contracts

57 Contracts have been run in this Playgroup
3 years, 4 months ago: Hawful ran Scenario for The Tides
3 years, 6 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Mushroom Hunt
3 years, 7 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Smell no Evil
3 years, 8 months ago: Hawful ran Scenario for Box on a Train
3 years, 8 months ago: BobDylan530 ran When You Wish Upon A Star
3 years, 8 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Delir the squeakuel
3 years, 9 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran The Ghost Whisperer
3 years, 9 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Tentacle Paradise
3 years, 10 months ago: BobDylan530 ran Academic Break
3 years, 10 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Stoned in Kampong Som
3 years, 11 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Pet Shop Horror
3 years, 12 months ago: BobDylan530 ran The Crevasse
6 years, 7 months ago: Ungenugend ran The Drawing for Crimson
6 years, 9 months ago: BobDylan530 ran Scenario for Hail Hydra!
6 years, 9 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Scenario for Painkiller
6 years, 11 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Scenario for Dickson
7 years, 2 months ago: JuicyJay ran Scenario for The Lattice!
7 years, 2 months ago: BobDylan530 ran Traitor!
7 years, 3 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran The Sun will Rise Again!
7 years, 3 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran The Dig at El Calvario
7 years, 3 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran The Dig at El Calvario
7 years, 3 months ago: BobDylan530 ran Bring Me A Dream
7 years, 5 months ago: BobDylan530 ran The One-Eyed Man Is King
7 years, 5 months ago: ShadyTradesman ran Beware the Assassin!
7 years, 6 months ago: BobDylan530 ran When You Wish Upon A Star
12 years, 9 months ago: adminsecretcrush ran Legacy Game Placeholder
NC Reborn was created by shady 3 years, 10 months ago

Playgroup Leader

Operative the . .
A 0-Victory Newbie Contractor
Judas the Crow Companion
A 0-Victory Newbie Contractor
Spencer Stecko the software engineer
A 0-Victory Newbie Contractor
Test the Blah
A 0-Victory Newbie Contractor

Playgroup Member

Testy le Trial the test character
A 0-Victory Newbie Contractor

Playgroup Member

Rebecca Weaver the veterinarian werewolf
A 3-Victory Newbie Contractor

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House Rules

Contractors from NC Reborn Are portable, and may play in Contracts in other Playgroups.
NC Reborn grants 6 Experience points to GMs who achieve the Golden Ratio.


Full Setting Description

###*They named that time The Illumination, and it was by the flash of a camera phone.* The year was 2004. Until that point the Earth was as we had always known her. We filled her cruel vastness with legends, superstitions, and rumors. Out there, somewhere in the shadows, there be dragons. Warlocks, monsters, and gods lurked on the edges of the collective consciousness, always a possibility but never more than rumors supported by a convenient lack of evidence. That evidence came as humanity filled its pockets with technology equipped to capture and transmit. An iPhone found on High School senior Nate Klienman’s mangled corpse held a video of his girlfriend’s bone-snapping transformation into a monstrous wolf creature. A brazilian widow documented a series of conversations with the misty figure of her late husband. A was caught in fishing nets and put on display in a Chinese aquarium. Each week brought a new revelation that we were not alone. Superstitions reversed their slow death overnight. Salem held their first witch trial in a century. The jury rendered a verdict of “guilty on all charges,” sentenced Maxibelle Horux to death, and subsequently suffered an outbreak of rabies that claimed half their lives. A fearful, populist movement arose to rid humanity of the creatures lurking in its ranks. Many are forcibly subjected to a bizarre tests of their humanity. As you can imagine, the results of such tests are often open to interpretation, and a mob’s justice is swift. But where some see monsters, some see sentience, and others see opportunity. If a vampire can sustain themselves on cloned blood and work the graveyard shift, why not legalize and tax? These days it is difficult to find a politician or aristocrat unaccompanied by some sort of odd-looking individual whose job is listed as "advisor" or "protection." Entertainment magazines publish revelations every week about which celebrities shed their human skins at home. Charlatans of all stripes, from palmistry mediums to televangelists, have flourished despite the risks. The treatment of the paranormal varies from place to place, person to person. Yet the paranormal is not merely relegated to a persecuted class. Long have cabals, cults, and secret societies thrived in the shadows. Their roots run deeply through humanity’s oldest systems of power. Machinations are challenged, and sleeping dangers awaken. The world is changing, forcing long-dormant powers into desperate action. And it is in the midst of this great period of change that The Powers That Be have once again turned their attention to the blue marble. For the first time in two hundred years, Harbingers approach worthy individuals with an offer they cannot refuse. The Games have returned, and a new generation of Contractors are being forged. Gods save us.