The Time Eater

The Time Eater

The world's strangest clock, unveiled

The world's strangest clock, the Chronophage or "Time Eater," sounds like something out of Doctor Who. Actually, I suspect it might have more to do with the Cult of the Doomsday Clock, a Left Hand Legacy of Abyss-corrupted willworkers from White Wolf's Mage: the Awakening Storytelling game.

As I posted elsewhere:-

"I'm now waiting to hear of the sudden rash of "missing time" reports coming in from Cambridge. It begins with people arriving unexpectedly late to meetings by a few minutes, and they all swore "they made good time."

Then someone will walk their dog and come home to accusations of sloping off down the pub by the partner, when they know they only went up the road and round the corner - a twenty minute walk, tops. What's this about "gone for three hours?"

And all the while, fleeting time will just continue to slip down that ever-hungry locust's maw ..."

[Hunter: the Vigil] Being Badass

Someone recently posted on the WW site about "badass hunters." My reply:-

Hunter doesn't hinge on characters "being badass." If you want combat mavens, go and play D&D.

The subtitle says it all: The Vigil. The characters have a long and lonely road awaiting them, with an uncertain future of worse badasses than they and a whole lot of promised pain on the horizon. Emphasise that to them. Let them listen to the howls on the wind one night. So damn many. Let them see the vampires, striding along the street as if they own the town - chances are, they do.

A pross peels off the wall, approaches a large black Cadillac with tinted windows. She leans down to show the merch to the customer within. A cloud of black shadows belches out of the window, enveloping the girl. In a moment, only a Cadillac stands in an empty, windblown street.

Three people meet in the street corner in front of the home of [one of the badass characters]. They stare silently into the window, and walk away. One of them slipped another one a note before they part company.

And every two months, the windows of St Martha's Church on the corner of Tenth and Agyeman glow with an eerie, sickening green light. Always on a Tuesday night, and always the night after another new girl makes her debut on the side of a milk carton.

Show them a darkness that you cannot defeat with "badass."

Gaah for Tomorrow

Just a brief online visit to check the Internet still works. No time for IM chats or anything. I have to catch some early zeds tonight, since I have visitors at some unspecified time tomorrow and I do not want to get caught napping for them.

I must catch up with writing The Fourth Rewrite some time. Perhaps tonight, now, in bed, on my laptop. I will enjoy this.

Night night.