Trapped by the snow, the handful of passengers on a stranded air-liner find themselves retreading a classic story.
A Jovian gas extraction platform unexpectedly loses communication with it’s drill-head deep in the atmosphere below. Has the far end met with technical malfunction, a mutiny by the crew (or machinery), or something more sinister?
The first summit between the zombie nation and the terrified world that quarantined it is already off to a rocky start, so when a conspiracy is uncovered by a bi-partisan team of organisers they realise they will have to act to preserve the fruits of their work.
Couch-Hoppers – A mysterious ‘game’ found in a thrift store couch leads to hours of fun as you try to navigate alternate universes to find your way home.
Our Alternate Feed – A podcast discovers episodes they never made, in which people who sound and act just like them discuss events that never happened and things that don’t exist.
Remembering Big Red – A year after local surfing legend Greg “Big Red” Couch vanished while night surfing, people gather to remember him, and reflect on the year gone by.
Taz suggests a solo hex-crawler about exploring & prospecting to supply a newly founded colony.
“We have to remake the world in order to save it” isn’t a situation that anyone wanted to get to, but once we found ourselves at that point, it’s understandable that the panicked re-making might not go 100% as planned. Now, hand me that update for equine bio-accumulation & oxygen transport, and we’ll see whether we can get your donkey feeling better.
A group of folks transformed into beasts of burden come up with a cunning scheme to get greedy knuckleheads to drag them, braying and kicking, into the locations they’re cursed not to be able to approach.
Time travellers attempting to blend in run into problems when they don’t know that they’re not using the right language.
Cheesy 80’s Kids Shows, where sly end-of-episode comments are a private joke between the protagonists and the audience.
Corporate executives combine the powers of their ludicrously expensive watches to form … Captain OfIndustry!
Backwards & Ford: Gerald Ford travels through time, possibly with a team of plucky youngsters, righting wrongs & setting history straight. (Possibly battling Evil Nixon in an effort to restore Good Nixon, or maybe subtly influencing the timeline to produce the best possible Nixon )
A group of police officers notice that the weirdness they’re seeing matches elements from their theological or cultural backgrounds. Many different cultural or theological backgrounds.
When aliens issue a challenge for dominance, electric cart jousting is the only logical option.
Personifications of games emerge when the need is greatest to rally the forces of gamers in battle against an Alien Menace.
Alien Invaders arrive, looking for the most loyal representative of Earth to battle for dominance in a symbolic competition. Owing to poor translation skills and the inability to imagine that anyone might do things differently, they’ve found the Gen Con booth of Stalwart Games, who are about to have a very weird day.
A Meeple-Shaped spacecraft has crashed in through the roof of LucasOil stadium, and the invading forces are streaming out to take over. The MiBs are responding, but they need time, so it’d up to the Gen Con attendees to divert, confuse, distract, and possibly subvert the alien menace to buy that time.
The woefully underfunded members of the TZMP (Tserkovnyye Zashchitniki Moskovskogo Patriarkhata) must walk a line between keeping a low profile, maintaining interdepartmental peace with the uncanny Night Watch, and the disapproval of the authorities, while still managing to thwart the forces of Hell.
Your multi-denominational precinct of peace officers work diligently to maintain law and order, though your task may find you crossing into “differently-Holy” ground.
Odd-couple detective partnerships are a classic trope, but when one of the pair is a literal angel the cases they handle tend to involve obscure prophesy and dire omens.
In the post-Brexit dystopia, where any mention of the world outside of the Commonwealth is strictly forbidden, a shadowy folk hero emerged … Cheeky Nando.
Working the grill at Nando’s confers awesome martial arts powers via the precise repetition of cunningly-disguised spatula and tong based fighting moves.
Cheeky Nando is friendly, charming, helpful, and the local Necromancer.
The Cheeky Nano-Dose – Pervasive nanotech means, more or less, that you’re being watched from the inside.
When a group holiday goes terribly, terribly wrong.
What if someone out there managed to franchise & weaponise football in order to destabilise cultures in other dimensions?
In which Ben goes back to a Big Red Couch standard notion of “something on a spaceship”, despite Craig having taken the approach of deliberately NOT doing something set on a spaceship.
Not only is the ship fractured, but so is the crew, so turned against each other that they can’t save themselves. If you can just get these knuckleheads to work together, or even just get the hell out of your way, they’ll be rescued, the salvage prize is yours, and you’ll be set for life.
The crew are glad that help has shown up, and are keen to be rescued, but for some reason they’re not keen on doing the very things that would make that happen; Why?
An arcade lined with shops is fine to walk through, or even to hang out in and enjoy a cup of coffee; What if you found that you couldn’t leave?
Maybe you fell through the cracks and can see the monsters lurking outside.
Maybe you shouldn’t have belligerently declared that you’ll never leave while arguing with the Fae Lord of the Strand.
Or maybe breaking in at night to steal the fantastic items in the shops was just a really bad idea.
People trapped in a dimension-hopping shopping arcade, trying to trade with the folks outside for the things they need, hoping to one day make it home.
In The City, you can have every basic need taken care of … So long as you have the chip installed in your head. Somewhere outside the city is a place where the unchipped can live freely, however they want, and all you have to do is get there.
Somehow.
You don’t call a place the “Witch Planet” because you like it, or the people who live on it, and you don’t do so without a cause. And you don’t go to live on the “Witch Planet” without a reason. And while the original settlers of a place may be content with the ignore & be ignored status quo, their children may not feel the same way. And that’s when the ugly secret history of the Witch Planet starts to come into the light.
Actual witches rebel against their parents by attempting to play this strange non-magical sport called … soccer?
In an extremely magical world, having an entirely mundane football game is challenging. Each team has a squad who are constantly on the lookout for magical interference by their opponents. And maybe also on the lookout for opportunities to do some interfering of their own.
When what’s up for grabs is your teams chance to make it into the professional leagues of Galactic Witch Soccer, there’s plenty of room for skulduggery, match-fixing, and good old-fashioned shenanigans. And that’s just the trouble that happens on purpose.
OK, Baba Yaga’s Hut can play in goal provided that it keeps its doors and windows open.
When magic left the world, it did so literally. The fairy creatures and the trolls under bridges and the enchanted groves got together and went traveling among the stars.
What sort of person invents dimensional travel, and decides to use it to make money through sports franchising?
Dimension-hopping sports fans seek the universe where their favourite team didn’t get booted from the league.
