“When in doubt have a man come through a door with a gun in his hand”
-Raymond Chandler
Automatic random generator generator:
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D20 | This man appears: |
1 | With bandages covering his face and hands. If pulled away, the flesh underneath is revealed to be unevenly flensed. |
2 | Shirtless, painted with war-woad in the patterns of his ancestors. |
3 | Shrouded in hood and runed robes. |
4 | Dressed as a clown or mummer. |
5 | In ash-painted face and the clothes of a doctor. |
6 | Armed and armoured as a knight of old. |
7 | With a heavy beard and a cloak of musty furs. |
8 | In a vest of poorly-dyed wool. |
9 | On fire. Low-smouldering at first, growing over rounds into a blaze. |
10 | Swarmed by bees. |
11 | Dressed in the finest silks. |
12 | Wearing another man’s skin. |
13 | With a wizened face and bleeding eyes. |
14 | In a felt mascot costume. |
15 | As the mirror image (reversed on a left-right axis) of someone in the room. |
16 | In a flash of light and noise. |
17 | Looking like they just got out of a food fight. |
18 | In a gimp suit. |
19 | With each piece of clothing either too big or too small for them. |
20 | Butt naked. |
D20 | This man’s gun: |
1 | Is jury-rigged from bones, rusty pipes, and twine. It shouldn’t work, but does. |
2 | Makes a sound like a baby crying instead of a gunshot. |
3 | Is primitive for the setting. |
4 | Is advanced for the setting. |
5 | Shoots something other than bullets. Wasps, hard fungal pods, icicles, etc. |
6 | Will explode the first time he tries to fire it. It’s been deliberately sabotaged. |
7 | Is a rifle with a stock of aromatic hardwood. |
8 | Is engraved with scenes of hell and torment. |
9 | Will always hit someone who’s injured him first. |
10 | Produces an obscuring, unnatural cloud of smoke each time it’s fired. |
11 | Can bend the arc of its bullets around shields and cover. |
12 | Kills something every time it’s fired. If it doesn’t hit the person it’s shot at, it might kill a fly on the wall, or its wielder if they fumble. |
13 | Is entirely normal. So normal that no one will think anything’s amiss with you brandishing it until you fire it. |
14 | Is actually a very compact crossbow. |
15 | Is powered by a tightly coiled spring which must be rewound between shots. |
16 | Causes the corpses of those it kills to grow more bullets in putrescence cysts. |
17 | Can only be fired by someone who ties a lock of their hair around its trigger. |
18 | Is filled with blanks. |
19 | Is a cunningly disguises magic wand. |
20 | Is a custom-made revolver, with way more than six bullets in its oversized cylinder. |
D20 | This man came in through the door: |
1 | Silently, suddenly, without anyone noticing and maybe without even opening the door. |
2 | Growling, kicking it open. |
3 | Meekly, with grovelling politeness. |
4 | Drunkenly, stumbling. |
5 | Panicked, sweating, wide-eyed. |
6 | Coldly focused, steady-handed. |
7 | Bellowing with berserker rage. |
8 | Disguised as someone else. |
9 | Panting, exhausted, near-delirious from lack of sleep. |
10 | Accompanied by two burly companions, all full of mirth and potential for violence. |
11 | Dead-eyed, ready to kill and be killed. |
12 | Weeping, apologizing, but not hesitating to shoot. |
13 | On the edge of death, blood soaking the floor. |
14 | Preceded by a big, baying hound. |
15 | Followed closely by a woman with a knife. |
16 | Holding their gun to their head with one hand, desperately dragging it away with the other. |
17 | Musing whimsically about philosophy. Mostly the ethics of killing and existential despair. |
18 | Sleepwalking, mumbling. |
19 | Coldly hateful towards a single person in the room, willing to spare others if they stay out of the way. |
20 | Distracted, unsure, swearing up a storm. |
D20 | The door this man comes in through: |
1 | Is made of rough, unseasoned wood, shrunken smaller than the frame it’s set in. |
2 | Has been painted with a scaled pattern. Its handle is shaped like a snake. |
3 | Is a floor-to-ceiling mirror. |
4 | Was a trapdoor on the floor. |
5 | Is decorated with a porcelain mosaic of dolphins frolicking among waves. |
6 | Is stately mahogany with a brass knob. |
7 | Is paper stretched across a bamboo frame. |
8 | Has a handle that’s a tongue in the mouth of a laughing iron face. |
9 | Has broken hinges, and falls down as it’s opened. |
10 | Was hidden behind a painting. |
11 | Was the one you used to enter room. |
12 | Is a solid plate of smoky quartz. |
13 | Is abnormally small for someone of reasonable human size. |
14 | Is stained with mold. |
15 | Has a rusty knob and hinges, creaks obnoxiously every time it’s touched. |
16 | Is crudely carved with domestic scenes. |
17 | Is more of a beaded rattan mat dangling from the frame. |
18 | Is made to look like a living tree. Leaves brush the top of its frame and roots drag on the floor as it’s opened. |
19 | Sparkles with imitation jewels. |
20 | Wasn’t there a moment ago. |
D20 | In this man’s pocket is: |
1 | A travel-sized bible with conspiratorial notes in the margins linking passages to contemporary events. |
2 | A handful of spent bullets from a gun different than the one they’re carrying. |
3 | A ring of twisted brambles and dried flower petals. |
4 | A burlap mask with too many eyeholes cut into it. |
5 | A childish drawing of what might be a wolf. |
6 | Two tickets to an opera. |
7 | A broken pearl necklace, cracked pearls falling off the wire. |
8 | Gold coins from a country that doesn’t exist, minted with the face of Atlantis’s philosopher-king or Prester John or whoever else. |
9 | Moldy cheese and crumbling stale crackers. |
10 | A black bishop with a removable top. Inside is a capsule of cyanide. |
11 | A severed finger with a wedding ring still on its base. |
12 | A long knife with three names carved into the hilt, two scratched out, the one remaining yours. |
13 | A pamphlet of revolutionary literature. |
14 | A bloodstained page of sheet music any trained musician could decipher to reveal a coded message. |
15 | A map of the area with extensive underground tunnels shown. |
16 | A grinning rat that flees at the first opportunity. |
17 | A moth’s chrysalis. |
18 | The calling card of a regional noble. |
19 | A dented harmonica. |
20 | A flask of stiff liquor, spiked with something stranger. |
Now this is some A-class table.
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