[Starfinder] Play by Messenger
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2019 11:25 am
Hey folks! I want to try a thing!tm. I want to try a Starfinder game via facebook messenger. I guess the best way to think of it would be a variation on a play by post game.
As an example, on a whim I dropped this on Mike yesterday secretly hoping I could turn him into a captain for an actual roll20 game. It instead involved into something else:
It's been a long hour since you came to in the small interrogation room. You can tell there's a bruise on your face, but when you try to reach for it you find your arms thrust through the slats in the metal chair, cuffed behind you. There's a table and an ash tray, full of nic-stix, and of course there's that one light that keeps flickering. Two flashes, then stays on for a second, then three, and then off for one. At least that's what you've had time to figure out. At least they've had the decency to leave you your flight suit.
The door opens and a huge Vesk in an AbsalomSec Uniform lumbers in. He's got a shock truncheon on his hip, a badge on his chest and a nameplate that reads, "R. Vok."
He rumbles, "Well, well, you're finally awake. You'd think a Lashuntan couldn't hit that hard," R. Vok laughs at his 'joke,' as he pulls out a datapad, "There seems to be a problem, more than the assault. It seems your ship's transponder and your ship's registration identify very, very differently."
He pauses and looks up, "So I would think pretty carefully about your answers, Captain...?" his tone rises turning just the last word into a question.
"Zee." I have to spit the name at him to clear the blood that has pooled in my mouth. "Captain Zee. Where's my crew?"
He makes a note on his datapad, laughing all the while, "Your crew? That dragnoff pilot's on your crew? I bet he has his feet up right now. Probably eating lunch on us if I had to guess," he glances back at the pad, "Ship designation? And the real on this time. That ain't no luxury cruiser out there."
[b]There is some sort of menchanical noise outside the door and someone mutters absently under their breath. It's all I can do to keep my ears from rotating towards the sound. I remain still. "I'm sorry but none of this sounds familiar. I think I might be a bit addled from that last tap your girlfriend game me. Perhaps if I got up, you could maybe show me the paperwork you're talking about?" [I'm Ryphorian, by the way. Transitional.]
Roll me a perception check.
The Vesk's crimson scales flash just a little brighter, "Watch your mouth. You're already in deep for that tech," he slaps the datapad and you hear him mutter something about, 'this can't go like last time,' then to you, "These are supposed to be routine questions. Just where were you coming from and what didn't you want our customs agents to see?"
[13+7=20!]
[Yeah that sure sounds like somebody's drone trying to do an imitation of a cleaning bot. Sounds like the somebody, too.]
"We were coming from a Belt camp where we'd just dropped off medicine and supplies. I swear to you, there's nothing in my hold but the ore-filled rocks they gave us in trade. If you feel like we were playing coy, it's only because I'm laying low to dodge the bank until we can cash in our cargo. I'm a month behind on payment, and this shipment will finally put us in their good graces AND let me finally give the crew their yearly bonus. They deserve it."
Sometimes honesty is the best policy, "Well why didn't you say--" it's at this point that there's a hissing sound at the door. The Vesk turns as it blows inward and through smoke and fire you see...the words "to be continued" because I'm about to get ready for dinner...
So what do I need? Players.
What do the players need? Characters. Apparently there's a Ryphorian Captain Zee, a Drone Mechanic, and a Pilot somewhere. Details fuzzy.
How it would work? Through Facebook Messenger. There would be a couple of group chats one for in game stuff, one for ooc stuff. And we would try and keep things there, I think (as in I won't message your every day account). Sometimes there would be long breaks while it isn't your turn. Sometimes everyone will be playing all at once.
Rules:
Posts should operate on the 'Yes...and?' principle of Improv. We'll find an underlying plot somewhere, but I think most of the interactions will be coming from the characters and the relationships that develop.
There will be waiting. None of our schedules line up particularly well, we already know that. If you're okay with waiting between posts, so am I.
Characters, let's start at 1st level so we can ease into it. Seems to be a good reference if you don't own the books.
Dice Rolls and checks. We're going to do this one on the honor system, but please, try and live with whatever you roll. I don't like instant death. But I DO like making things difficult for people. That's where the fun is!
Combat. I may keep some sort of sketched out battle mat somewhere, but I imagine that this is going to be fairly free flowing. We'll adapt the starfinder rules as needed. If you're pressed up against a corner with your laser rifle out, you'll be getting cover. If you try and run around a big creature so you can give an ally flanking, the creature is going to get an attack of opportunity, even if we're not counting squares. We'll try and make it make sense.
Um...thoughts? Questions? Who wants to play?
As an example, on a whim I dropped this on Mike yesterday secretly hoping I could turn him into a captain for an actual roll20 game. It instead involved into something else:
It's been a long hour since you came to in the small interrogation room. You can tell there's a bruise on your face, but when you try to reach for it you find your arms thrust through the slats in the metal chair, cuffed behind you. There's a table and an ash tray, full of nic-stix, and of course there's that one light that keeps flickering. Two flashes, then stays on for a second, then three, and then off for one. At least that's what you've had time to figure out. At least they've had the decency to leave you your flight suit.
The door opens and a huge Vesk in an AbsalomSec Uniform lumbers in. He's got a shock truncheon on his hip, a badge on his chest and a nameplate that reads, "R. Vok."
He rumbles, "Well, well, you're finally awake. You'd think a Lashuntan couldn't hit that hard," R. Vok laughs at his 'joke,' as he pulls out a datapad, "There seems to be a problem, more than the assault. It seems your ship's transponder and your ship's registration identify very, very differently."
He pauses and looks up, "So I would think pretty carefully about your answers, Captain...?" his tone rises turning just the last word into a question.
"Zee." I have to spit the name at him to clear the blood that has pooled in my mouth. "Captain Zee. Where's my crew?"
He makes a note on his datapad, laughing all the while, "Your crew? That dragnoff pilot's on your crew? I bet he has his feet up right now. Probably eating lunch on us if I had to guess," he glances back at the pad, "Ship designation? And the real on this time. That ain't no luxury cruiser out there."
[b]There is some sort of menchanical noise outside the door and someone mutters absently under their breath. It's all I can do to keep my ears from rotating towards the sound. I remain still. "I'm sorry but none of this sounds familiar. I think I might be a bit addled from that last tap your girlfriend game me. Perhaps if I got up, you could maybe show me the paperwork you're talking about?" [I'm Ryphorian, by the way. Transitional.]
Roll me a perception check.
The Vesk's crimson scales flash just a little brighter, "Watch your mouth. You're already in deep for that tech," he slaps the datapad and you hear him mutter something about, 'this can't go like last time,' then to you, "These are supposed to be routine questions. Just where were you coming from and what didn't you want our customs agents to see?"
[13+7=20!]
[Yeah that sure sounds like somebody's drone trying to do an imitation of a cleaning bot. Sounds like the somebody, too.]
"We were coming from a Belt camp where we'd just dropped off medicine and supplies. I swear to you, there's nothing in my hold but the ore-filled rocks they gave us in trade. If you feel like we were playing coy, it's only because I'm laying low to dodge the bank until we can cash in our cargo. I'm a month behind on payment, and this shipment will finally put us in their good graces AND let me finally give the crew their yearly bonus. They deserve it."
Sometimes honesty is the best policy, "Well why didn't you say--" it's at this point that there's a hissing sound at the door. The Vesk turns as it blows inward and through smoke and fire you see...the words "to be continued" because I'm about to get ready for dinner...
So what do I need? Players.
What do the players need? Characters. Apparently there's a Ryphorian Captain Zee, a Drone Mechanic, and a Pilot somewhere. Details fuzzy.
How it would work? Through Facebook Messenger. There would be a couple of group chats one for in game stuff, one for ooc stuff. And we would try and keep things there, I think (as in I won't message your every day account). Sometimes there would be long breaks while it isn't your turn. Sometimes everyone will be playing all at once.
Rules:
Posts should operate on the 'Yes...and?' principle of Improv. We'll find an underlying plot somewhere, but I think most of the interactions will be coming from the characters and the relationships that develop.
There will be waiting. None of our schedules line up particularly well, we already know that. If you're okay with waiting between posts, so am I.
Characters, let's start at 1st level so we can ease into it. Seems to be a good reference if you don't own the books.
Dice Rolls and checks. We're going to do this one on the honor system, but please, try and live with whatever you roll. I don't like instant death. But I DO like making things difficult for people. That's where the fun is!
Combat. I may keep some sort of sketched out battle mat somewhere, but I imagine that this is going to be fairly free flowing. We'll adapt the starfinder rules as needed. If you're pressed up against a corner with your laser rifle out, you'll be getting cover. If you try and run around a big creature so you can give an ally flanking, the creature is going to get an attack of opportunity, even if we're not counting squares. We'll try and make it make sense.
Um...thoughts? Questions? Who wants to play?