Dark Mirror

A World not for the faint of heart. Gothic-Punk Horror Setting.

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Latest Journals

1 month ago: Viper wrote a Downtime Journal for Passing the Hours


I am contained. The foundation said I broke a lot of rules, and the crocodile that the body hopper let free wasn't normal. It destroyed everything in its path. I hurt a lot of people with one small decision. Killed them even... I am... sad does not describe it. Angry? Confused? Alone... All of these and more. I did a horible thing, and now I must repent. A man calling himself Dr. Mauntak jr. claimed to be my "keeper". He called it "cross testing", and he was going to put me in a room with other weird things anomolies, and see how I reacted to to them. The first room had a table with a cage on it and a rabbit, and it seemed scared of me, so I sat and let it get close to me and sniff my hand, but it turned out to be evil, and it bit my finger off. I killed it, and a few seconds later, two more appeared in the middle of the room. I killed them, then thinking quickly, I closed the cage and put it in the place they kept coming from, so that now when they poofed real, they were trapped in the cage. The speaker came on and said I had passed, and guys with guns came to take the rabbit away, and then left me in the room with three beadles. They seemed harmless enough, but they turned into me, and I was removed from the room. I have a feeling this won't be my last doing this.

1 month, 4 weeks ago: Arthur Annuler wrote a Downtime Journal for Sanctuary

Free Time

Arthur was barely out a few days when the foundation picked him up. It didn't really matter, those few days gave him time to get a few letters out, tell his family that he was ok, and he left out enough details that he hoped the foundation wouldn't get rid of them. he missed his parents, but he was an anomaly, and that meant the foundation would never let him go. His only chance was if he did enough jobs, got strong enough to teleport without line of sight, or to summon a tentacle to break down his cells walls, or anything that let him out of the foundations walls. He felt so alone, he barely saw anyone these days, opening his cell apparently constituted a 'security risk', so all his conversations for the past month before that job had been through a speaker hidden in the walls. He wondered how D was doing, the lizard man the closest thing he had to a friend in the Foundation, but he didn't really want anyone he actually liked to be stuck inside the foundation with them. Thinking of that, hopefully Viper wouldn't get caught by them. Arthur was pretty sure Mildred was another 'asset', and she was oddly keen on the foundation for some reeason. Maybe naivete, maybe she was just garden variety crazy, or maybe the foundation was nicer to girls, he couldn't say yet, but he doubted Viper would find his new career as positive as Mildred seemed convinced it was.

2 months ago: Jules wrote a Downtime Journal for Passing the Hours

Now things are rolling

Now that the crew has been assembled it is time to make some real money. We started with pidgen forge and we needed to case a few houses. These were easy enough some of these folks are loaded. After some time we were able to amass a fortune. This really changed the groups perspective on out little adventure. Now that we are able to move the art work out and about I can live a better life.

Right now I live on a farm. Now I can live where ever I want I a skyrise a utopia. Money is not longer an issue. Now I dont have to live in van unless I want to. This is a better day for me. I spend some time trying to get an idea of my new world and what I want. The first thing Ithink about is getting a mansion that is amazing where I can house my things and continue my activites as they were. My next thing is making sure that we have a realy grave for Alexandra and a place to morn her loss. This was a sad thing and I truly did not need this now.


My next important thing is to get a place for Gwell she needs open spaces and a place to be herself my bag is stuffy and hard to breather for her. I wanted a large open space that she could play and not feel tied down to jsut one place. This would be better for all of us.

2 months, 2 weeks ago: Grace Cyanide wrote a Downtime Journal for Passing the Hours

Comatose, and the Guy from the Bus

Dear Diary,


Comatoes, or commatose, or comatose? That’s what Mister Doc said I was. I think I may have woken up and fallen back asleep. I don’t remember much… Horatio said he watched over us when he could; there were some points where I saw empty rooms, sometimes there were people there. I remember a man seeing me wake up once, walking towards me, but I fell asleep again before he got there. There were needles in my arms, the little bags and the wires like the ivys on Grandma last year. I was… in a hospital dress, and I didn’t see that it was blue until I woke up completely.


When I did, I got my clothes and my stuff from a locker. I was blurry for the most part, for awhile, but I WAS walking. I met up with Mister Doc, and we needed to get to London, which I think is near England. Buuut Mister Doc and I can’t really get anywhere on planes, can’t walk or drive there- but I had this card from that guy on the bus with the fair game, remember? The bussiness card. The one that says The Talent. We found a phone and we called him. He sounded all surprised we did, but we explained and he was really helpful- he brought us to London for free, said he wouldn’t bring us back, but I mean, that’s fine? Probably a lot better for me since nobody knows me there, and I think London is maybe bigger.

4 months ago: Grace Cyanide wrote a Downtime Journal for Sanctuary

New Books

Dear Diary,

We're back in Jersey. Horatio has been coming around more often, catching us things to eat in adition to what we can catch. After we'd caught what we needed for the next day or two (we learned that things get... gross after too long of being dead), we were playing with Horatio, a game I called Copycat. My friend says Horatio doesn't like that. I do it anyway. So the game is that whatever Horatio does, I do, right? Well Horatio was batting at a beetle in the air and I did the same thing, and I didn't FEEL myself touch the beetle but it came down. Horatio looked at me and I looked back at him, and he went into the bushes to get another beetle, put it in front of us, and meowed a bunch- my friend translated, he was telling us to try again. So we did! We brushed the beetle away without touching it, and I felt woozy the same way as I do when we call Horatio- I think it's my friend getting tired. 

We gave ourselves time to rest between our trials for this, so it took awhile, but I watched carefully: what happens is my friend moves her hand faster than mine,  on her own,  which still kinda worries us, cause I don't want to be separate from her and she doesn't wanna be separate from me. But we're pretty, pretty sure it's fine.

Also, we got new books. If we go in the library when old Miss Gallagher is there and nobody else, nobody bothers us. Miss Gallagher can't see well enough to be freaked out by us, but she does clean her glasses a lot, cause I guess we look like a smudge. We got books on all the ghost type stuff we can, not like, Goosebumps, but the ones that look more like   enci encyk encyclope dias. We're doing our best to remember everything useful. 

4 months, 1 week ago: Amon wrote a Downtime Journal for Scenario for Demon Cabinet of Mr Lung

Struggle of money

I have just discovered a huge problem... I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY!!! if i was still at the height of my power among my error pathway, i could easily steal the identity of some rich guy and have all of his asset but now i can only steal part of their physical aspect! this is ridiculous. I've stolen some money from some random passerby and bought this... Macdouble? its decent, not the best, but its decent i guess. The fries though, OH MAN are they great haha. I also bought myself a new robe after that damn cat tore it up. The absolute meaning of depression. 

During this time, i have yet to encounter a tarot club member which may mean that they dont ahve access to this place which is good. i dont have to fight with invinicble odds. Harbingers though, they seem to share the same power as a beyonder of the 1st squence path, demigods so to say the least of, i suspect that those are simple low tiers though and that some may even hold sequence 0. Powers on the level of gods making things happen just at a whim. Knowing too much about them doesn't seem to affect my mutations or sanity, perhaps they follow a different law. Same with looking directly at them. 

I have stolen a boat! i never managed to experience riding in the sea before as there were always beast such as the kraken and the black emperor or the tyrant, damn those gods. I'll steal back my sequence and overthrow them one day i swear!

4 months, 2 weeks ago: Green wrote a Downtime Journal for Passing the Hours

The search and the discovery

I have just returned from the contract as they say. People of another realm, of another land, that speaks another language. It seems doing these contracts will grant me power and improve my skills. I must do more but for now, I must continue to search for my sister. I start to look into all the slave market and break into black markets. I steal documents to try to track down who may have bought my sister but i still have no clue as of currently. I have noticed after returning though, my smell has gotten a bit stronger. I can organize out different scents. I shall train this new improvement then! I first stole different bombs and traps of different component and try to train my nose to detect them. As a by product though, i can smell other smells stronger as well now. This resembles a reagent quite a bit, first stage reagent, it seems like i will become a beyonder through these contracts without the need of reagents but i shall still use them as a catalysis as it seems like without one, it just enhances my sense currently. It seems like i can continue my search for my sister at a much more effecient pace like this. Perhaps If i keep doing these contracts, ill find her one day. Maybe even bring her back if shes dead... COME MYSTERIOUS PEOPLE COME, I INVITE THEE TO GIVE ME THESE CONTRACTS even if they are the deal with the devils.

4 months, 2 weeks ago: Eugene “Doc” Roe wrote a Game Journal for Scenario for Demon Cabinet of Mr Lung

The Demon Cabinet of Mr Lung part 1

From El Paso, I finally made my way back home to Bayou Chene, Louisiana. Well, the area formerly known as Bayou Chene. It turns out, in my absence, that the town went under. We never had much of industry or commerce, but it's still odd to think of an entire town you knew just gone. Most of the little towns near the bayou still exist and are apparently where everybody moved off to. My mamaw and papaw died there in their house by the big cypress tree. You can't see the house or the tree anymore since the entire area is now under 12 feet of river silt. My parents and siblings moved away when the school and post office closed down in '52 off to St Martin, where I'm living now. I got a job working at the feed store, and the owner set me up a little cot in the back for me to sleep in. The money's good (I think) and nobody asks me much about where I came from or anything. They can tell from my accent and my name, that I'm a local boy. But nobody brings up that nobody seems to know me.


So it's been a good month. First time since Bastogne that I haven't spent all my time off in the hospital. I could get used to this. The feed store owner says I should train to be an EMT, or go to nursing school, since fellas do that these days. It ain't a job for women anymore. I know from my time in hospitals that I've seen plenty of women doctors. Most of them seemed to be from India or Pakistan, but they knew their stuff. There were a bunch over in France, but I always assumed it was because all their fellas were off fighting the nazis like we were.


And one day, just like all the others, a man found me while I was on my cot in the feed store and offered me a job. This time in New Orleans, so not too far away. We had to get our fortunes told by a chinaman named Mr Lung. I agreed.



Latest Completed Games

17 Games have been run in this World
3 months, 4 weeks ago: Strazhari ran U-666
4 months, 2 weeks ago: Strazhari ran Passing the Hours
5 months, 1 week ago: Strazhari ran Head Count
5 months, 2 weeks ago: Strazhari ran Wire Mothers
5 months, 3 weeks ago: Strazhari ran The High Cost of Living
6 months, 1 week ago: Strazhari ran Head Count
6 months, 2 weeks ago: Strazhari ran An Out of Body Experience
6 months, 3 weeks ago: Strazhari ran Passing the Hours
6 months, 3 weeks ago: Strazhari ran An Out of Body Experience
6 months, 4 weeks ago: Strazhari ran Sanctuary

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My Horror Cell, almost the antithesis of "The Illumination."

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Dark Mirror was created by Strazhari 7 months ago

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The Dark Mirror resembles our own world on the surface, except for one key difference: Radio Waves of any kind fail to penetrate the stratosphere. This small yet crucial difference means a world without radio, without radar, without cellular phones. It is a world where people fear to take flights, as many disappear never to be seen again. Xenophobia rules as nations lack clear means of communication.

It is a Horror setting, where the Supernatural is certainly known by some, but the lack of communication implicit in the setting makes putting a finger on what that means difficult at best. It certainly has it's own Artifacts, that function separately from powers if you are brave enough to wield them.

House Rules

Contractors from Dark Mirror Are portable, and may play in Games in other Worlds.

Approval: All Restricted Assets MUST be approved by me before a Character is permitted to play. A Contractor that is deemed unsuitable to the setting will not be allowed to participate. As always, I reserve the right to disallow or even ban Characters or Players without warning or reason given

Characters: Contractors will flatly be denied residence in this (or Netherworld) settings if they cannot explain how & why they have Powers. "Gifts lol" is NOT good enough. A character should have some narrative about what made them interesting to the Harbingers in the first place.

Dread: Dread is my own House Rule that applies in my games alone. Essentially, if I deem a Player speaking out of turn or otherwise being disruptive, they will get ONE (1) warning. After that they will take Cumulative levels of Mind Damage for each occurrence, as the inescapable grasp of death closes around their throats, leaving them blithering idiots.

No Spectators: You will not be permitted to play in Netherworld games if you have played in 7+ games but not yet run one (any World, Side Games count if verified). This number "resets" to 0 every time you run a game. An exception will be made in the event a given PC has filled out ALL of their Game Journals & Downtime reports.

Haunts: A Haunt is similar to a Trauma or Battle Scar, in that is is a self-contained Supernatural effect that you can be "contaminated" with when visiting Haunted places. The severity of a Haunt varies, from merely annoying to potentially lethal. Haunts apply fully in all Netherworld Compatible settings



Full Setting Description

This is a Horror setting. Players entering this setting should be prepared for harsh realities with no concern given to how there Contractors feel about it. If you have a concern regarding potential disturbing content, contact me before game & ask.

This setting is Netherworld Compatible


The Dark Mirror resembles our own world on the surface, except for one key difference: Radio Waves of any kind fail to penetrate the stratosphere. This small yet crucial difference means a world without radio, without radar, without cellular phones. It is a world where people fear to take flights, as many disappear never to be seen again. Xenophobia rules as nations lack clear means of communication.

It is a place where light struggles against encroaching darkness, pollution & acid rain choke what light does make itself known. The rich & powerful rule from mighty gothic edifices towering over trash strewn, graffiti covered alleys. The wilderness is a savage place, with generations cut off from contact, grown strange in isolation. The crumbling highways are hedged in by looming impenetrable forests. These are places of savage desperation & ancient secrets.

Culturally the world resembles a modern era that never was. Media comes from massive corporate & state conglomerates, brought by cable terminals. Underground journalists & conspiracy theorists fight to reveal secrets to an uncaring populace. Power is frequently lost, plunging whole regions in darkness for days on end. Revolution is frequent, & crushed with extreme brutality. Technology is both a bit archaic & extremely advanced. Isolated enclaves hold the secrets of advanced technology closely & guard such jealously. The average person dresses warmly. Hats are common, as well as sturdy umbrellas for Acid Rain. The working class has a tired, 1940's look about them, with grey or dull brown coats to match their drudging lives. The rebellious underground is much more colorful, akin to the Punk scene of the early 80"s...wild hair, piercings, tattoos...a culture built from & idealizing the trash in which it dwells. Life is short for both working class & punk dregs, with only the wealthy & powerful enjoying long lives.

Magic, as it is known, is both everywhere & nowhere. People fear the Evil Eye, the Mortal Curse or the Haunted House. Everyone knows someone who knows someone who has seen these things. You will not find bands of Werewolves, or clans of Vampires. You will find multiple evil souls who could be *called* Vampires or Werewolves, due to obscene powers they have invoked & terrible sacrifices they have paid...but each would be unique, with little to nothing in common. Some rare places even teach the "Dark Arts." Creatures of pure spirit swim through the stratosphere, invisible to us, feeding off our joys & sorrows, & then our souls upon death. In doing so, they come to know us, & mimic our worst fears & hearts desires...they have many names, but most in the know call them The Nephilim.

Beware, not all is as it seems. Those who would disrupt the tenuous status quo would be wise to vanish quickly: the Police of the world are hardened brutes, more Tactical Squad than Peacekeeper. The Contracts exist here, largely out of sight. The last Harbinger from this place fell in a pitched battle with the cabal of Veteran Chosen he created: That was over a 100 years ago...only now, in the new millenium, has the Path to Ascenscion opened once again.

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