Just had our brainstorming session for a sequel to our tremulus game of last year. (Think horror, Call of Cthulhu, sanity shattering stuff)
In 1933, a genocidal chrononaut from the 21st century convinces a cocaine-addled doctor on the breaks to endorse his sickly antiquarian employer’s expedition to the Arctic in search of Hyperborea. The trio travel north to find wrecked dirigibles and ancient civilizations.
I think we may have jumped the shark on this one.
Currently we’re hunkered down in the wreckage of a zeppelin in the midst of a prehistoric polar forest, waiting for the animated skin suits of our dead companions to make another assault on us. I think the 32 human teeth I’ve acquired will be invaluable in our defense.