tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330787382024-03-15T20:11:21.643-05:00Elthos RPGOn the Joys & Challenges of developing the Elthos RPG & Mythos Machine, and other sundry RPG matters.vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.comBlogger601125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-81776733515825795712024-03-14T22:18:00.040-05:002024-03-15T00:25:22.102-05:00WoAF - Game Session 60 Dietrich Keller lay on the bench, mercifully unconscious. Jacob's Narcoleptic Beam had done the trick, though he had hoped it would stop the bizarre thorn-like creature as well. It didn't. He observed the wound with the FLIR-like Bio-Sensor, The thorn in Dietrich's neck was extending tiny tendrils that had reached his spinal column, and were attaching themselves to his vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-83254189257241515092024-03-05T14:16:00.011-05:002024-03-14T23:33:10.795-05:00WoAF - Poem - Twixt Bone and Steel'Twixt Bone and SteelThree gleaming ships flee the smoldering moon,Escaping shadows of fallen Eisenhelm.Below in smoky depths, a creature croonsHer song of suffering, pain that never ceases.Ahead space giants framed for atomic scraws,Each bore within its hull a deathly seed.By code encrypted, rules their cyber laws,A programmed path towards annihilation's deed.Technicians flew behind with hope invbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-34560006702492227312024-02-26T15:16:00.004-05:002024-02-26T15:16:37.734-05:00WoAF - Game Session 59 - Comic Another experiment with AI... this time using DashToon to create a Comic from the Way of All Flesh Story. While only a tiny fragment, I'm trying to get a feel for what can be done, and how much work it takes to do it. This took me about 30 minutes during lunch. It is not perfect. It is difficult to get the prompts to show what I actually want and requires many generations vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-13122094768628046702024-02-15T15:04:00.022-05:002024-03-11T19:23:20.396-05:00WoAF - Game Session 59Dr. CapekHaving defeated the four Nazi UFOs, our heroes had begun their journey back to Earth. Not far behind them were the eighteen Nazi technicians manning the two UFOs that they had managed to repair before escaping the smoldering ruins of the super-secret Nazi Moon-Fortress, Eisenhelm. Far below them, a thin cloud of gray smoke slowly wafted over the moon's surface from the vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-30663315329621395562024-02-01T21:38:00.066-05:002024-02-16T15:37:32.339-05:00WoAF - Game Session 58Ling, Jacob, and Vallnam swiftly departed from the smoldering wreckage of Eisenhelm in their ultra-sleek spacecraft, Shadow Hawk, possibly the stealthiest ship in the galaxy. Trailing closely behind were two wobbling UFOs, crammed with the eighteen Nazi technicians they had valiantly rescued from the Moon-Nazi Civil War. On Shadow Hawk's advanced sensors, four crimson blips rapidly approached. vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-84396056894826069012024-01-05T19:23:00.027-05:002024-01-08T22:25:59.443-05:00WoAF - Game Session 57Everyone paused, guns aimed at Robot N, its wedge-shaped head poised for a moment in what looked like contemplation. A dozen or so antennas protruded from it, with scores of tiny blinking lights. They could not tell if it was looking at them, or the entire smoldering ruin that had been General Hertling's Robot Command Center, or if it was not looking at anything. It stopped in vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-75970598568189221042023-12-24T23:17:00.003-05:002023-12-24T23:21:09.276-05:00WoAF - Session 56 - VideoThis video was created almost entirely by a Generative AI from a company named Visla. I pointed it to Session 56 on my blog, and it created the summary, and the voice over, and I was able to edit it to include the correct images from the blog, and add slightly smoother transitions in only a few minutes. This shows the direction that Generative AI is heading, and how quickly it is vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-74301058426961437972023-12-08T19:29:00.014-05:002023-12-12T13:47:56.810-05:00WoAF - Game Session 56Jacob GrantJacob pushed himself up against the wall, his purple bubble suit clinging tightly to his body, its shimmering fabric barely concealing the wounds he had sustained in the fierce firefight. Within a few moments Vallnam, ever the diligent comrade, knelt beside Ling, her skilled hands tending to Jacob's injuries with a mix of expertise and urgency. She noted to herself that the vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-39949493201708012652023-10-13T18:33:00.043-05:002023-10-14T00:21:25.054-05:00WoAF - Game Session 55Captain Bruin Hilda crouched behind a rock, peering across the darkness towards the smokey red glow on the far side of the Sever River. She was cold and wet, like everyone else, and it didn't help her mood that the wind was howling wildly through the canyons, and the smell of sulfur filled the air. Her loyal Lieutenant, Kerrington, stood beside her, scanning behind them over the crowd of refugeesvbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-17747083231905452232023-08-19T12:28:00.028-05:002023-08-19T22:52:09.625-05:00WoAF - Game Session 54Moon Princess LingAmid all the hell that had broken loose inside of Eisenhelm, the ultra-secret Nazi Fortress constructed near the north pole of the moon in 1943, an especially vicious battle had broken out within General Hertling's Doomsday Robot Force Control Center. The effects of the Nazi Civil War were on full display. Now, all of Hertling's Nazis were laying dead on the floor, whereasvbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-62300830045186559072023-08-03T16:23:00.028-05:002023-08-04T10:20:10.701-05:00WoAF - Game Session 53Major HrodwulfMajor Hrodwulf, the inimical Nazi commander, fixed his gaze upon his arch-rival Major Hanna Schiller, with such a seething revulsion that it teetered on the brink of full-blown insanity. She stared back at him with her steely-blue eyes riveted to his forehead... the target of her next bullet should these negotiations break down any further.Hanna felt quite convinced that Admiral vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-23650744061704585132023-07-28T21:13:00.015-05:002023-12-10T15:40:52.535-05:00WoAF - Game Session 52 - Audio SampleHere is a sample of ElevenLabs AI reading the first lines of Session 52. For the fun of it, I added a bit of musical intro from Akira Kurosawa's classic film Ikiru. I then used another AI application Pictory.AI to create the video using images from "Way of All Flesh" Blog Story.
Enjoy.Here's the audio by itself...
Note: Blogger will not show the Play Audio controls for vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-35855737092973432532023-07-20T23:12:00.020-05:002023-07-30T13:12:34.927-05:00WoAF - Game Session 52Eisenhelm trembled. Along the tunnel wall, across from Pillbox C3-PB-A1, an enormous shadow moved in unison with the tremendous vibrations that attended each footfall of Obliterator Robot #5. It was an unthinking, unfeeling creation of General Hertling's Moon-Nazi Robot Force. Its mission was to obliterate Eisenhelm.Within the Pillbox everyone hugged the walls and floors hoping vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-88714756600978929162023-07-06T20:27:00.053-05:002023-12-09T01:11:11.102-05:00WoAF - Game Session 51Jacob looked intensely at Hanna Schiller, the Nazi Ace Pilot of Eisenhelm with whom he had teamed up. They were still deciding exactly what they would do next. At that point, Ling was on her way up the Pillbox ladder in order to prepare for the attack on C3-DZ-A1, while Vallnam was meditating in the elevator shaft one level beneath C3-DZ-A1, preparing for Zero-Hour. Hans and Nick, thevbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-23295602676248204732023-06-22T19:16:00.065-05:002023-06-26T21:13:36.382-05:00WoAF - Game Session 50Eisenhelm, the ultra-secret Nazi Moon-Fortress had been occupied since 1943. And now, in the year 2036, it was being eviscerated by two titanic struggles. First was the ripping apart of the precarious social structure that held the three dominant factions in check for some ninty-three years. The second was the unleashing of the Robot Army for the execution of the ultimate in Final Solutionsvbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-81586159996983240592023-06-09T18:03:00.033-05:002024-01-07T17:06:13.900-05:00WoAF - Game Session 49Captain Samwise squatted down next to Fred and peered at him intently. A long strand of drool was distended from Fred's lip to the floor. This was not unusual. Fred, having ascertained that he was not going to get his grubby paws on the tiny three-part sample of the Ultra drug after all, went to the couch and with a little "oh god", fell over sideways and passed out. In the meantime, Sam vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-54703331167246771892023-05-18T19:10:00.138-05:002023-05-19T10:11:32.419-05:00WoAF - Game Session 48Beneath the austere, monochromatic surface of the lunar landscape, a fierce conflict raged on. Three sects of Moon Nazis were engaged in a ruthless power struggle, each determined to annihilate the others once and for all. It was Civil War of the most vicious kind imaginable. One which had been surreptitiously initiated by our heroes, Jacob and Vallnam, via a very clever use of their Mysticvbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-12797069344425519062023-04-17T19:50:00.069-05:002023-04-22T12:43:24.407-05:00WoAF - Game Session 47As the sun descended beyond the rugged landscape, the towering red rock formations loomed over the encampment like dormant giants in the fading light. The cool desert breeze whispered in near silence, without the sound of a single bird or coyote, lending an eerie and unsettling atmosphere to the heart of the wilderness. Above them, a thin river of rainbow-colored iridescent radiation-lightning vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-25832866947290642132023-03-18T23:02:00.004-05:002023-03-18T23:12:14.968-05:00WoAF - Interlude - King Top Mountain InscriptionDark cavern Nexus, River Styx runs through, its icy waters memories erase forever. In dread silence the three evil races endlessly scheme.
Styx runs over the edge down into the fathomless deep, Tartarus awaits below, the Elder Elkron in thrall, dreaming eternity.
Lord of the Lamasu, golden and shining, in pride and arrogance stole one chain. Transfigured tovbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-46437887195394043952023-03-16T18:46:00.036-05:002023-12-09T01:14:36.615-05:00WoAF - Game Session 462036 A.D. Panguitch, Utah. Desolate. A smoldering ruin. As the encroaching Lizardman Army arrived with a phalanx of tanks from the south, the town's people had fled under the leadership of Federation Command's newest Captain, Bruin Hilda IV. Panguitch itself had long been a war-torn warren of vacant burned out two story office buildings, suburban houses, storefronts, vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-42956501455466305402023-03-02T23:52:00.033-05:002023-03-19T12:20:21.010-05:00WoAF - Game Session 45Captain Bruin Hilda stood gazing at the sacks of snakes and lizards on the back of the jeep. She estimated it ought be enough food for a few days at least. They had eight hundred mouths to feed, and this haul was probably going to help quite a lot. Wilard, the king of rats, twitched his nose, and stared at her with eyes full of expectation. He was trying to persuade her that he vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-6532447912794754292023-02-17T19:28:00.021-05:002023-12-09T01:15:48.170-05:00WoAF - Game Session 44Somewhere in the dark shadows of the moon, far below the frozen rocky surface, Eisenhelm, the ultimate in super-secret Nazi Moon-Fortresses, was being rocked to the core by a three way civil war, and the simultaneous Delta-Z ("Final Termination") Assault of the Nuclear Missile Robots, aka the "Apokalypse-Maschines". It was definitely not Eisenhelm's finest hour.The ground was shaking as vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-38096718258195948342023-01-30T22:29:00.034-05:002023-01-31T00:13:01.343-05:00WoAF - Game Session 43Fred sat in the darkness of the Armored Ground Vehicle, listening to Samwise murmuring incoherently to himself, while Penelope continued quietly sobbing, near hysteria. Major Sekston had gone silent as a stone. The draft rolling through the badly damaged AGV was damp and cold. Outside the storm wailed against the black trees. Occasional flickers of the firelight from the burning carcasses vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-53940174908262539222023-01-20T12:16:00.041-05:002023-01-20T15:32:46.706-05:00WoAF - Game Session 42Hans SchmidtLead TechnicianMeanwhile, far away on the moon, a woman pulverized by explosive decompression, lay on the shining white floor behind Jacob and Hans. They had already looted her body and were now in front of the next door, staring at the lock. Hans was hunched over on one knee examining the lock mechanism carefully with an experienced, but frustrated eye. It was, as vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33078738.post-34879752296834449402023-01-03T23:53:00.034-05:002023-01-20T12:17:09.462-05:00WoAF - Game Session 41Captain Bruin Hilda stood next to the jeep peering through her binoculars at the distant insect mound that towered over the local landscape. It was a hill of green foliage so thick that one's gaze, even with the aid of infrared, could only pierce a foot or so. The mound was roughly a mile in diameter and rose above the plain some 250 feet. Around it were patchworks of completely dry and vbwyrdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031787268876015417noreply@blogger.com0