#doomspiral

[soulmuppet]

DOOMSPIRAL: LIVE NOW ON KICKSTARTER!

Doomspiral is a new roleplaying game system set in a dying fantasy world, featuring desperate battles, mysterious secrets and fearsome monsters, inspired by games such as Dark Souls and Elden Ring.

The physical edition of Doomspiral will be a A4 hardcover tome, bound in a metallic faux leather debossed in foil. (We love a beautiful book here). PLUS get a cloth map illustrated by the wonderful Salvaterra, custom Tether dice from RuneFable and even a limited edition handcrafted banner from Dwyn!

Doomspiral is built around an innovative combat system that rewards skill expression, player engagement, and a perilous amount of pushing your luck. The game uses nothing but D6: the squarest dice. Combat revolves around your Stamina Die, a representation of your Forsaken’s spirit and endurance. You take actions by rolling as many of these dice as you like, and you can take as many actions as you have the Dice to do so. The only risk is making sure you leave enough to protect yourself from your foes once your onslaught is done…

As risky as combat is, the boon for the Narrator to manage the load is in the Move Table. Each enemy you encounter is represented by a few stats, a list of moves numbered 1 to 6, and a set of Move Dice. Much like characters spend their Stamina Die to act, each die roll is a move that the enemy will do in the turn. A mystery to begin, as you fight you can learn more about each foe and their capabilities, until you dance around them with impunity… This turns up in intensity for the many Boss Fights of Weftenthaal, where the shape of the tables twists and buckles to present new dangers and challenges, with their Move Table changing as they pass into new phases. 

The world of Doomspiral is sprawling, interconnected and labyrinthine, filled with unusual characters, terrifying monsters and ancient relics. Exploring every nook and corner of the world would take years of adventuring, and even then you might not discover all of its mysteries. The tale of your Forsaken is yours to forge, but uncovering the history of this decrepit civilisation is a task unto itself.

DOOMSPIRAL

Venture to the doomed land of Weftenhaal to reclaim Fate and slay the gods.

[sketchytea]

so that new cta chapter huh. shit really happen. h

[slowlikehoneyy]

ok update. things got worse but i stay positive

[roszabell]

collab with beloved @doomspiral, These two do not have normal date nights and it’s both of their faults

tumblr fucked the quality please zoom

[breitzbachbea]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

From one cannibalistic Incorporation lover to another, please read @doomspiral's fantastic Liet-centered fic set in 1950s Soviet Union. It's suspenseful and a wonderful little character portrait of everyone involved (and even the one who is missing, a space defined by everyone else's reaction to it).

[vivaciousvulpid]

Burning up like an insect in the sun, I just want to be useful to someone~

Source:

[babblingfishes]

My current existence is a living hell. It goes like this:

Major software company makes a completely unusable piece of software -> fixing this would improve the lives of 2 billion people -> I could fix this -> I got my degree in fixing this -> but I got the degree during covid -> no one wanted to hire anyone but senior programmers because remote training is hard -> now no one wants to hire me because I've been working retail for 2 years and all the organizations I interned at lost funding and vanished -> I apply anyway -> their application site is broken -> I could fix this......

Bonus round: in the rare occasion I get an interview, the hiring process is an elaborate series of brainteasers that barely relate to the actual work I'd be doing, and they interrupt me every 30 seconds to ask about ""my process"" which means I never actually make any progress

Double bonus round: When I ask what I could have done better they recommend I go back to school

Triple bonus round: My retail customers look at me with big round eyes and go "but you have a software degree why are you here... There should be more women in tech... I'm hiring... Nobody wants to work... :/..." and then I apply to their company and get automatically rejected within 2 minutes

[groovesnjams]

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“doomspiral” by Black Dresses

MG:

The good: Black Dresses, though formally disbanded, have continued to make and release music. The bad: we don’t have a complex enough vocabulary to make sense of the emotion behind “doomspiral.” We need new words, better words. Devi McCallion sings “In my heart, it’s over/ Feels like it never was” and Ada Rook matches her with “At the end of time, did I do anything?” Maybe they’re singing about the band, but the language is so big, paired with smothering autotune on Rook’s voice that flattens and compresses but can’t drown her intensity. It feels bigger than the band, as big as life itself. Around them fuzzed out synths glimmer and glow, strangled melodies and off-kilter beats. “doomspiral” sounds like giving up but still being there, both. It’s depressed, resigned, but inescapably vibrant. Rook may try but those stars won’t snuff out so easy.

DV:

At times I try to picture a future for trans people and struggle. I saw someone say the objective for trans art in our current era should be to show who we are for the benefit of future generations trying to understand what happened before our genocide, and the concept stuck with me even though I can’t find the exact quote. I want to think they were wrong. But leave it to Black Dresses, a pair that have never found an excess that they couldn’t outdo, to write the most gonzo future possible for us. “Meet you at the end of time,” Ada Rook chants, “And we will shine forever.” Here in the year 2022, I’d settle for just a future, the very least we all deserve, but Black Dresses don’t know how to go by halves. This song is a vision and a promise, the most optimistic thing I’ve heard all year, a dream for a better tomorrow and on and on. Black Dresses conjure a mantra of not just a future but of outlasting the future, of an existence together past the stars, of a trans heaven beyond the universe itself.  "Doomspiral” is bigger and bolder than anything, an explosion of hope in the face of an existential threat.