As the pile of rumpled and stained printouts to the right indicates, I'm deep in the editing process right now. The previous version was a largely system-agnostic setting book with some slight mechanics compatible with Savage Worlds. The new version will be a complete game unto itself with mechanics more or less in line with MORK BORG and related games of that ilk.
The print version of PLANET MOTHERFUCKER mark II will (probably) be a 48-page zine. The plan is to get the pages printed at a legit copy shop. As with all my zines, this will be a true DIY, hand-assembled project. No fancy booklets bound at the shop by professionals--I will personally be working the long-arm stapler, as tradition and honor dictates.
In a few posts to come I'll be dropping a broad-strokes setting description of where the game takes place, a sample character rolled up hot and fresh using all the random tables in the zine, and a sample random table from the book. For now, here's the sales pitch on what PLANET MOTHERFUCKER is all about, straight from the zine's introduction:
WELCOME TO PLANET MOTHERFUCKER
PLANET MOTHERFUCKER is role-playing game set in an alternate-reality Earth where the worst fears of the Cold War came to pass in 1965—the Year of the Thunderkiss—when some fat-fingered bureaucrat pressed the shiny red button and set off Armageddon.
Instead of resulting in a grim, gritty wasteland where humanity struggles to survive, the atomic fallout instead warped the fabric of reality itself. America was twisted into a psychoholic grindhouse realm where mutant ratmen drag race hot rods against murder-minded robots, where lunatic wolfmans square off against brick house amazon princesses, and where doom nuns and foxy witches command the awesome powers of the bump ‘n’ grind occult. The mood and aesthetics of B movies, outlaw comics, and trash culture have bled into our world, creating a fucked-up melange of cartoonishly overheated sex and violence.
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| Prototype of the Deluxe Edition of PMF |
PLANET MOTHERFUCKER is ultra-violent, maxi-trashy, supra-lowbrow, and über-depraved. The characters are larger-than-life and garishly hued in neon technicolor and greasepaint. Horror movie monsters prowl the wastes and clown gangs rampage through the streets of what used to be called civilization. Fuel up your chainsaw, pop a clip into your Uzi, and rev your V8 engine—it's gonna get messy out there.
