Feast of Famine
System: Call of Cthulhu Down Darker Trails
Deltagare: 1 SL, 2-5 spelare
You were a bunch of bad, bad people. Then came that night in Clarksville down Tennessee way, of which you have only hazy memories. Evil went down and for the first time in many years you called out for help, divine help. Your prayers must have been answered as you somehow lived, but there was a cost. Doing ‘bad things’ now means ‘bad luck’ but doing ‘good things’ means ‘good luck’.
You are on the way to hit the gambling dens in Tombstone so you are in need of some people to help so as to get the luckometer to swing your way. And it looks like you just found it, some kind of weird starvation disease is spreading from one Kansas town to another that stinks of trouble. Time to put on the white hat and do some tunking good deeds
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