Lords of RPG

Striker stumbled through the doorway of his dimly lit bunk, the echoes of the night's festivities still ringing in his ears. The party on Tony’s ship was a blur of lights, music, and laughter. As he kicked off his boots and made his way across the...

Striker stood at the loading dock door and watched as Cam left the ship heading to Tony’s to collect our payday from the sale of the illicit goods.  He knew he was missing out on a good time with Tony, the last time they met he had overindulged...

Striker was walking back to his bunk to work on his little pet project when he encountered Zhukov sitting by himself at the common table looking at his compad mumbling to himself as he jabbed at with his finger ineffectively at the screen. Striker...