Wellington Anniversary Weekend January 20th - 21st 2024

Jumping the Sharky (name subject to change)

Michael Foster

The Boss is laid up in hospital, his right hand man on the run and his best men scattered far and wide. Someone's putting the pressure on and there's no time or chance for a gathering to plan their counterattack. But the distance separating them may yet prove their greatest strength, as each man is able to carry out his part of the plan unnoticed while the enemy thinks they're too scattered and distant to be a threat. Of course, communication is key so that every member of the team knows exactly what he has to do, but in this technological age long distance isn't the problem it used to be.

homebrew indie stylez

Sitting Shiva

Stephanie Pegg

Someone you care about has died. It might have been a friend, a lover, a relative. Whoever it was, their absence has left a raw place in the part of you that thinks about them. You've gathered with other people who knew that person to sit shiva, to relive your memories before they flicker out like a spent candle, maybe to say that one thing you always wanted to, but never did.


Aeon Angelus Necronomicon

Luke Walker

The year is 2085. The Stars are right. Humanity stands on the brink of extinction, beset on all sides. The Tattered King, Hastur, has awoken and his followers rampage across Asia. The Esoteric Order of Dagon search for their slumbering god. The Migou have an armada controlling Earth's orbit. Insidious cults are everywhere.


Harvest Moon

Marcus Bone

Poor Marty Fischer; he's been found dead, supposedly attacked by wolves in Clarksville National Park. Now the FBI, CDC, Park Rangers and Local law enforcement have all scrambled to find out why an innocent tramper could have been killed in such a way. As a result, as the Autumn weather closes in, the characters are about to discover what it really means to be "under a Harvest Moon".


Shelter Me

Marcus Bone

The date is February 1945, the location Dresden, Germany.

Over the next two nights 13 hundred Allied bombers will drop 4 thousand tons of high-explosives on this "foremost industrial location", the result of which will be a firestorm that takes the lives of 40 thousand innocent civilians. Amongst this mayhem and carnage six young souls will discover that the horrors without are nothing when compared to the terrors that can be found in the shelters below.

Children of the Blitz (Homebrew)



Hades Entertainment acquires the award winning DragonStone™ reality game show

12:30pm PST, Friday, April 17th, 2071

Hades Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Draco Foundation, is pleased to announce the purchase of the former Horizon network, Phox. The Phox network primarily known for its multi-award winning DragonStone™ reality game show, has seen a dramatic fall in popularity in recent years. After spirited negotiations, Hades CEO Conal Mc Cumhaill and Phox President Sergei Kurakin held a Matrix virtual press conference at 11:45am today to announce the transaction.

"This sale positions Hades Entertainment to revitalise the highly successful DragonStone™ show, our expanded DragonStone ™ game will revolutionise reality game shows and attract a new generation of fans and promises to be something special."
Hades CEO Conal Mc Cumhaill

“We are pleased to have the opportunity to redevelop the Phox network’s premier show, DragonStone™ with Hades Entertainment. We look forward to bringing Denver the most technically advanced reality game show in existence.”
Phox President Sergei Kurakin

The Phox President declined to respond to rumours about the shows cancellation prior to the sale to Hades and dismissed suggestions that the public were “tired” of the seemingly endless reality shows produced by his network.

Hades Entertainment has surprised many with the purchase of such a niche company, for an undisclosed eight-figure sum.

>>>Well chummer that's the latest drek from the newest Corp on the block, good luck to them reviving that pile of garbage. BinaryBob<<<
>>>Why not sign up for a show the, chicken shit...ANON38484<<<

DragonStone, the World's longest running reality game show, just got a makeover! All new format and rules with a top prize of 1,000,000 nuyen tax-free. Have you got what it takes to find the DragonStone?

Shadowrun Fourth edition (mostly...)

Games on Demand

Aaron Caskey, Morgan Davie, Steve Hickey, Sophie Melchior, Michael Sands

We'll bring along a selection of awesome games. You come to a session. We'll all pick which games to play and then bring on the fun.

Highlights this year will include:
- Bliss Stage (Mecha made of love versus aliens made of dreams)
- FreeMarket (Future hijinks in a post-scarcity, reputation-based economy)
- Bad Family (Animated sit-com roleplaying about a semi-normal family having a very bad day)
- Derby of the Damned
- 3:16 (Killing lots of aliens! but no Gregor this year)
- In A Wicked Age (swords & sorcery)
- Mouse Guard (brave mice versus the world)
- Sea Dracula (dancing animal lawyer drama! objection!)


A Grave Affair

Michael Foster

Everyone thought Vince would live forever. Seems they were wrong, because Vince is dead. Of course, knowing Vince it could be another one of his pranks and he's going to jump out of the coffin with a drink in his hand, laughing his head off. But perhaps this time Vince hasn't been able to cheat death, he finally chanced it one too many times. Anyway, here you are, at the funeral. Lot of unfamiliar faces along with with the people you do know, but Vince always did move in lots of circles, a real social butterfly he was.


Derby of the Damned

Sophie M

"Helllllllo and welcome to the All States Roller Derby championships! Oh boy what a line up we have for you today. After a brutal round of semis yesterday we have managed to get down to our final two teams. Who will be the winner of the prestigious All States Roller Derby Cup? Stay tuned to find out!"

Homebrew (3:16 knock off)

It's Glargle Past Threep

Join the Time Police, they said. It's a cushy life, they said, in the Women's Auxiliary of the Xenochronometry Division of the Standards Inspectorate. Snappy uniform, they said, government pension and nothing more laborious to do than fill out the occasional B11 Notification of Noncompliant Measurement Units (Revised). Yeah, right. Because since breakfast you’ve been shot at twice, erased from history six times, trapped in five temporal paradoxes and narrowly avoided having sex with your own grandfather. And it’s still only glargle past threep. Again.

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