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HAPPY BLOG-A-VERSARY, Y'ALL!!!

It's been a blast!

As always, a heapin' helpin' of thanks to Jack "Big Daddy" Shear for letting me cavort in his sandbox.

Here's to another year!

PS:  The tumblr also had a birthday a few weeks back, so give it some love, too!

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Surefire Sign You're About To Get Ripped Off

DEMONOID PHENOMENON: TEENAGE MARTIAN

Man, the militaristic, despotic grownups on your homeworld are totally squaresville...so that's why you took off in your saucer to the ginchiest planet in the galaxy:  Earth!  And it sure looks like this bomb-blasted wreck of a world could use your technological know-how!  

Good thing you dragged your beloved psi-pet along for the ride, because you need someone to watch your back in this kooky place.  And better get your hands on some of that "toilet paper" everyone covets so much, because what it is with being a Martian and the constant headcolds?

[Teenage Martians are derived from Corey Reid's Teenage Hot-Rod Werewolves From Mars!]

Teenage Martian  (New Playable Race)

Free Ability:  Martian Tech (Arcane Background:  Weird Science, 10 PP)
+3 Abilities:  Mini-Martian Pet (Minion, Telepathic Link) [built from Super Powers Companion 2e]
+2 Abilities:  Brainy (start with Smarts d6)
-1 Abilities:  On The Run (Racial Enemy: "Bad" Martians), Over-Thinker (as Cautious), Sickly (as Ailin' [from Deadlands:  Reloaded])
-2 Abilities:  Stranger In The Strangest Land  (as Clueless)

PLANET MOTHERFUCKER GM SCREEN INSERTS

Here's some art to decorate the front panels of your Official Savage Worlds Customizable GM Screen.

The original images are 11x8.5, but I'm sure Blogger compresses them.  If you need properly sized copies, drop me a line!

I'll make more as the mood strikes me.

BLACULA PATCHES MAKE YOUR VINES 100% MORE FLY

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PLANET MOTHERFUCKER HIT PARADE: BANJO & SULLIVAN

Adam Banjo

Roy Sullivan

SUPERBEAST: BASEBALL FURRY

Athletic mascots were disturbing enough before The Thunderkiss, but afterwards, they became downright terrifying.  No longer are they mere people in sweaty, stained, smelly suits; now, the baseball furries are sweaty, stained, smelly hybrids of flesh and foam rubber with unhinged brains of mush and stuffing.

Baseball furries usually lair in ruined stadia and arenas, and capture folks for use in sadistic bloodsports and *shudder* cannibalistic orgies.

A group of baseball furries is called a "furious".

Baseball Furry

Attributes:  Agility d8, Smarts d4, Spirit d6, Strength d8, Vigor d8

Skills:  Fighting d10, Knowledge (Murica's 143rd Favorite Pasttime, After "Chicken Sexing" (Which Is Different From The Much More Popular "Sexing Chickens")) d10, Shooting d8, Taunt d6, Throwing d8

Derived:  Pace 7, Parry 8, Toughness 8 (2)
Gear:  Baseball Bat (STR +d6, Parry 1, Reach 1), Pitching Hand-Cannon (as Sawed-Off DB Shotgun, range:  5 / 10 / 20, damage:  3d6 / 2d6 / 1d6, RoF 1-2), Cleats (Pace +1)

Special Abilities

• Armor +2:  Padded flesh-suit.
• Improved Frenzy:  Baseball Furries may make two Fighting attacks each action at no penalty.
• Spoiled Snacks:  Baseball Furries carry an array of noxious junkfood (rancid hot dogs, soggy nachos, etc.), which act as Poison (-2); 6 "doses".
• Stadium Diet:  Immune to Disease and Poison.

PLANET MOTHERFUCKER'S MOST WANTED: BUFORD PUSTULE

Don't let the beefy build, sallow skin, and plodding gait fool you—native Tex-Arcanan, former rassler, and ex-lawman Buford Pustule is one of Planet Motherfucker's biggest, baddest bounty hunters.  He's known for knocking heads with Lucky, his trademark cudgel carved from the very tree where he was hanged by some Very Bad Dudes. 

Dudes that, after he arose from the dead, Pustule systematically stalked, bludgeoned, and devoured alive, so they say.

Yeah, that's Pustule's biggest problem:  once he's caught you, he's just as likely to eat you as turn you in for the loot.  Probably best to avoid him altogether.

Pustule often uses his old rasslin' handle Joe Don Breaker when traveling incognito.

Buford Pustule

Race:  Zombie [p. 11 of Savage Worlds Horror Companion]
Attributes:  Agility d4, Smarts d4, Spirit d6, Strength d8, Vigor d8

Skills:  Fighting d10+1 / d10, Intimidation d8, Streetwise d6, Tracking d4

Derived:  Charisma 0, Pace 6, Parry 6, Toughness 10 (2)

Hindrances:  Slow, Stubborn, Vengeful (Minor)

Edges:  Brawler, Trademark Weapon (Lucky)

Racial Abilities:  as Zombie
Gear:   Lucky (as Large Club, Str +d8), Brass Knuckles (Str +d4), Switchblade (Str +d4), Rumpled Suit (as Chain Hauberk, +2), Backpack, Crowbar, Flashlight, Hammer, Handcuffs, Rope, $5 in trade goods (toilet paper and beer)

PLANET MOTHERFUCKER'S MOST WANTED: COUNT DANTE OF THE DEAD

Dying only made Count Dante, The Deadliest Man Who Ever Lived (just ask him—he'll tell you!), more powerful.  It also made him hungrier...for the flesh of his fallen foes!

Dante is master of the dreaded Dim Muk ("Touch Of Undeath") style, and commands an army of goons known as his Grave Dragon Society.

And for only a few bucks worth of toilet paper and beer, all his secrets can be yours!

Count Dante Of The Dead

Seasoned (20 XP)
Race:  Zombie [p. 11 of Savage Worlds Horror Companion]
Attributes:  Agility d10, Smarts d4, Spirit d6, Strength d6, Vigor d6

Skills:  Climbing d6, Fighting d12, Intimidation d6, Shooting d6, Stealth d4, Streetwise d4

Derived:  Charisma -1, Pace 6, Parry 9, Toughness 8 (1)

Hindrances:  Enemy (Rival Martial Artists, Minor), Habit (Shameless Self-Promoter, Minor), Overconfident

Edges:  Block, Combat Reflexes, Counterattack, First Strike, Martial Artist

Racial Abilities:  as Zombie
Gear:   Boss Nunchucks (as Flail, Str +d6, ignores Shield Parry and Cover bonus), Sweet Shuriken (as Sling, range: 4 / 8 / 16, damage:  Str +d4, RoF 1, 20 shots), Stylin' Gi (as Leather Armor, +2), $239 in trade goods (toilet paper and beer)

MAGNUM, P.I. — MONSTER HUNTER

I truly love stumbling across used rpg boxed sets, because there's usually awesome treasures inside.  Like when bought a 1986 Marvel Super Heroes Advanced Set at Half Price Books for $10 that not only contained the complete contents, but also the uber-rare-at-the-time-for-cheap The Ultimate Powers Guide.

I particularly delight in old character sheets and GM notes that prove the game in question was actually played.

For Free RPG Day 2014, friendly neighborhood shop Ettin Games held an insane "Anything & Everything You Can Fit In A Plastic Shopping Bag For $10" sale.  I got a mountain of stuff, including a solid chunk of Dragon mags in the #40-80 range, a slew of TSR modules, and two boxed sets.

One of which was Pacesetter's 1984 Chill, which, when averaged out, cost me about 25¢. As I said, INSANE.

And inside the box was this:

There's even a hint of his psychic mojo, from the weirdo last season.

MAJESTY.

Now I gotta come up with some way to give him the ol' Planet Motherfucker treatment.

Slagnum, Private Ifrit, maybe?  Or Thomas Magma?

Hmmmmm....

THE TIME I COMMISSIONED FAMOUS SLASHERS AS CATS

Courtesy of Stacie "Final Girl" Ponder, from her long-sold-out 2012 mini-comic, Slashers 101.

For an extra $5, you got a nifty masked-psycho-related sketch of your choice on the back cover.  I bought two.