A Hunter races past you, its rapid-fire 20 mm autocannon spitting metal death. As you watch in horror, your commanding officer's Black Mamba erupts into a ball of raging flame, composite armor and fuel ablaze in a bright fireball. "Fall back! fall back!" Hastily, you have taken command. Your squadron pulls back behind a rocky outcropping and regroups. Tracers surround your temporary... [click here for more]
Welcome to the Joyride! A delirious role-playing game in the best (and funniest) space opera tradition! When the Dadourunrun Conundrum Empire's bureaucrats slightly "misplace" Earth - the coolest planet in the Known Universe - during a galactic reorganization, you start looking for it, of course! Live the great adventure, with the not-so clever Leroy and the beautiful Tabada.... [click here for more]
A Hunter races past you, its rapid-fire 20mm autocannon spitting metal death. As you watch in horror, your commanding officer's Black Mamba erupts into a ball of raging flame, composite armor and fuel ablaze in a bright fireball.
"Fall back! Fall back!" Hastily, you have taken command. Your cadre pulls back behind a rocky outcropping and regroups. Tracers streak by your... [click here for more]
With lightning speed, Chris spun her Pathfinder about and brought her particle cannon to bear on the incoming missiles. The verniers of her exo-armor swiveled obediently at the quick strokes of her deft fingers and she jerked forward against the restraints of her linear frame as the machine backed up at full throttle. Pressing control keys and twisting command sticks, she zigzagged backwards, shooting... [click here for more]
Colonel Kaufman looked down at the prone form of Jack Memphis and laughed, his gaunt visage appearing more skull-like than ever. "You can do nothing to stop us. Soon, Herr Doktor Hempell's research will be complete and we will have yet another weapon in our arsenal. When will you Amerikaners learn that no one can stand before the might of the Third Reich?"
But Jack... [click here for more]
We are the dispossessed, the Children of Hom, the Fallen, we are the Eight Tribe and we stand alone. We are those who walk away, those who turn our backs on the Seven Sisters, on our mothers and fathers, and venture into the wastelands around us to find our destiny, to find our calling. Some of us are rebels or outlaws, others malcontents and lunatics, victims and terrorists, but we are one; we... [click here for more]