Start a campaign idea with only a few words, be they mysterious and enigmatic, or straightforward

The world is changing.

In time you will know the tragic extent of my failings...

Times of tragedy truly are the measure of a man.

>The Jailer is the key. Kill him and you'll be free.

The evil cult of feared Death-diety is strictly vegetarian. All flesh belongs to Him and him only, to be judged in the afterlife.

The light is the Lord and the Lord is goodness and warmth.

It's so dark.

I'm scared.

Yes, indeed, the darksign brands the undead

The sun is dying.

>Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt

So this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside-down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

Gather your clan neko-denka! Cthulhu attacks!

Take the crystal. Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

You thought being thrown into the bottomless hole would be the end, but you awake in a floating city deep beneath the surface. You must get back, before they undo your work.

>To save our Mother Earth from any alien attack
>From vicious giant insects who have once again come back

you are a skeleton, your duty is to spook and doot at night, and to keep the rest of the members of your skeleton crew ready and able

Chicken is doom.

All the dinosaurs are dead

World is finally recovering from aftermath of an apocalypse and you are set to help retake the wild/waste lands

>The last evac ship leaves in eight days.

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Wind started to blow,
And a leaf, the one that’s still yellow, hurried to be torn off,
And it slowly went down, swinging.
Here comes the earth.
And its speed turned into quiet rustle,
And it stopped among the blades of grass.

Life tends to move forward!
But the dream of every grain of sand
Is still so cruelly simple —
To dissipate energy.
And the world
That once appeared just like a flash of light in the dark
Is moving towards its longed-for winter,
Measuring eternity…

And trillions of years have passed
In just a moment!
Together with May rains and the red light of sunsets,
In hundreds of lights
Of those faraway stars that now
Shine for us generously only in rare dreams.

And we helped them in the best way
We could,
Moving metals to the center of the [periodic] table.
We were surrounded by the hundreds of lights,
As our path was lit
By the ashes of the already burnt-out stars!

***

Up in the sky,
There’s a crimson sun burning, the very last sun
That gives us its light yet.
One thing is clear:
The laws of life are just secondary,
The laws of sand are the primary ones.

And, meanwhile,
We’ve become almost like gods!
In spite of all the predictions
About the limits of development,
But now
There’s nothing we can do —
The sand is already gone
Of deuterium, tritium…

Life swept through the world
Just like a star wave —
It has begun quietly, and now it quietly ends.
Now the world is completely different,
And it no longer needs
This strange order in the chaos of everything.

And humanity, having served its term,
Will go away —
It will dissolve right after the grass and the stars.
It’s all in the past,
All these fairytales about another,
Higher purpose of it!

So tell me, why did you end up in prison and sentenced to death in the morning?

In a city of festivals and magic, they just discovered the secret to immortality is an angels heart

>Campaign set in the decade after the meteor sends the world into a nuclear winter.
>Players play proto-mammels in a mouseguard-esque system where they encounter other survivors, scavengers, and have to flee from the few remaining dinosaurs that cling to life.

Fund it.

It already kinda exists if you're cool with early humans rather than early mammals, are cool with the dinosaurs being robots for additional awesome and like vidja.
Emphasis there is on "kinda" though.

Pirate campaign. You’ve heard tales of captains so rich and with such a vast knowledge of the mystical ways that they now sail the waves of sea of stars.

>The king's daughter has been kidnapped by God. Are you bad enough dudes to kill God and save the princess?

underrated post

>The system is unplayable, but the modules are lavish.

The Chosen One have died and the group must train and protect a fake Chosen one to keep appearances while the people in power is trying to figure out what to do

Fuck.

"Let Sleeping Gods Lie."

>The city has fallen. Rebel yells can be heard down by the walls as the tavern's many patrons order one last drink. In the face of this despair, some draw their blades, ready to fight.
>Who are you, why do you fight for another day, and what was your last meal and drink?

Big,black...

Magic is a virus and you are the cure.