Is this going to be a Thing anytime soon? If not, I guess I'll take this as an excuse to make my own and brush up on my layout skills.

Well it started as a book, so that might also be worth taking a look at...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blindness_(novel)

-Jim C.

I wouldn't recommend the book. I didn't like it much, and I thought the translation wasn't very good.

Maybe the Hocus doesn't know it's the truth, but it is. He says this shit, it just comes to him, but fuck, that's all a load of bullshit. Right? Right.

But these shmucks, they eat it up! He can tell them whatever he wants, and they fuckin' do whatever he says. Grown-ass men give mim their partners, their stuff, their children. Fuckin' A.

But he's been having these dreams, right? Fuckin' weird dreams. Feels like somethin' is lookin' for him. Like he's being hunted. But it all goes away when he wake up. Nightmares can be a bitch, but they're just nightmares. This shit doesn't follow him into real life.

Maelstrom. Psh. What the fuck ever. Hey, did you hear that?

Also, and sorry for the necromancy, I'd like to point out that it's not a move where you can just indefinitely hold someone. You've gotta remove a piece of clothing. Then what? You've held everyone's attention for a moment or three, but when the moment is over, a bunch of ugly motherfuckers with pipes and pistols and arms like tree trunks are staring at you hungrily. Sure, you can keep removing clothing, but once you take your skivvies off you're pretty well fucked if your friends haven't made use of the time you've given them.

And for the Gunlugger example, I'm pretty sure I would count that as a huge distraction. The Gunlugger may be as horny as the next guy, but down to his core he's a Gunlugger. His guns are his life. I'd let the Skinner and his partner put the Gunlugger at a (significant) disadvantage, but getting more than a gun or two away from him before he snaps his attention away isn't something I'd allow. Or maybe I would!

"Mar, you just gonna stand there?"
"Fuck yeah, dude, it's like, magic. She's a magic fuckin' stripper. I'm sold."
"Alright dude."

Make your moves as the MC. If the Skinner is just gonna stand there stripping for all to see, have more people show up. And then more people. Dozens of people stop what they're doing and go nuts when a) the Skinner stops short or b) hits the naked zone and tries to get dressed and bug out.

Give them what they want, but put your bloody fingerprints on it. You wanted attention? You got it!

I must be in a pedantic mood today.  I don't think you can really call things like "food, gasoline, and bullets" a "currency."  A "currency", according to the definition I just looked up is a "medium of exchange."  "Medium" means that it's intermediate, so directly exchanging the shit that people actually want and need doesn't really count.

In Metro 2033 (a video game) there's a neat example of this. The main currency is pre-apocalypse military ammunition. You can use it as ammo (it's more reliable and does more damage), or you can hoard it and trade it for many times more post-war ammo (which is unreliable and does less damage).

Wait, this is actually really simple.

You already got your fifth improvement long, long ago. Since then, you've been able to choose from the advanced improvements.

So... you still can.

Well, not on his second character. Right? When you make a new character, it's a new character. Other than that bit (which I was confused about), I think John is right. Even though you went back to Saavyhead, you still have 5+ advances on that character. So you can take advances from the ungiven future until the world ends (oh, wait).

Everyone sort of defines their own barter. To date:

• Old-world currency
• Real beef jerky, water, gas, etc
• Antique coins
• Scrap metal
• Bike parts
• Drugs

Someone also had a bottle of real whisky which fluctuated in value. In the bigger holds I was willing to make a shot or two worth one barter; in the smaller, more desperate holds the whole bottle might not be worth even one barter.

I stick to the fiction informing the mechanics and vice-versa. The bottle of whisky was a color item, but the player used it a few times and established it as something vitally important to his character, so when he decided to convert some of it to barter I was more than happy to oblige.

The Black Soul Choir is what that nutter Rothschild calls his people. They go out into the Wastes unprotected for days at a time, constantly singing songs about their fucked-up god. If you're a mover or a shaker, Rothschild will mark you as one of his own, and that wacknut can use the maelstrom to find you if you don't keep your brain in check.

If you hear incoherent screaming out in the Wastes, or see people on fuckin' horses wearin' masks made of old stop signs and brandishing bolt-action rifles, you'd do well to run as fast as you can in the other direction. The Black Soul Choir is on your heels, and they ain't made of flesh and bone.