RPG 1-Shot Pitch: Apocalypse World
IT’S RPG MONTH! We’re releasing episodes themed around tabletop roleplaying, hosting an RPG podcast panel at MegaCon, and holding a RPG $upport Drive drive where YOU choose the next system we play. There’s so many awesome systems contending against one another and each RPG 1-Shot represents a totally unique adventure with a unique cast of hosts from the Nerdy Show Network.
All of us here at Nerdy Show have games we’re rooting for and so we’ve created character pitches showcasing who we’d play if our favorites win. Check out our character pitches and donate for the Nerdy Show host, system, or character YOU want to see.
This time we’ve got a new addition to the roster of selections – Apocalypse World. This system was added at the behest of Chan aka DJ Snorlax (of Derpy Show and Paranoia-XP) who thinks that nothing would be more awesome than the Nerdy Show crew surrendering themselves to Max Max-esque dystopian savagery. And just to make sure that you put your money where his mouth is, Chan has written up both a setup for desolate landscape of Apocalypse World, but also unveiled Marlon Grand-Cherokee – the character he’ll play if it wins the $upport drive.
Something’s wrong with the world and I don’t know what it is. It used to be better, of course it did. In the golden age of legend- when there was enough to eat and enough hope, when there was one nation under God and people could lift their eyes and see beyond the horizon. Children were born happy and grew up rich. Now there is no government, no society, not in Apocalypse World. When hardholders ruled whole continents, when they waged war on the other side of the world instead of with the hold across the burn-flat. When their armies numbered in the hundreds of thousands and they had fucking boats to hold their fucking airplanes on. That was the golden age of legend.
Now it’s all fucked and nobody knows why. Hell, I don’t think anyone cares anymore. All we care about is where the next meal comes from, whose bed you’re sleepin’ in, and if you’re gonna wake up tomorrow.
Welcome to the apocalypse.
Marlon Grand-Cherokee. Hah, what an idiot. He says that his name used to mean something. Like it was some special rite or title. We all know they just called him that on account of that’s where his mother left him for dead as a babe. And he’s there to this day; naked and sweaty on the scalding leather interior of a car.
That punkass is always trying to get his dick wet before flyin’ off to the next hold like a bat outta hell. That fuckin’ screamer he drives – ugh. Some fancy old muscle car that’s lined with spikes and skulls with an engine you can hear for miles. Of course, even if the engine was off you could hear that stupid music that’s always blarin’ out of there.
The one good thing is that he’s never around long. He can’t seem to stay in one place without pissin’ somebody off.
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