fire between letters and the breath between words to give meaning to madness
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one last hunt: the winter seas bloom and froth fangs of salt upon mortal shores
the lungs of the slumbering beast reshapes the wind and the land ripples in terror
every sigh and word is a door and doors are hungry things eager to devour your soul’s essence
AMOK

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You are fury incarnate. A tempest barely contained.
In AMOK, you embody a soul driven by primal rage—whether a forgotten gladiator, a cursed berserker, or a broken prophet screaming warnings into the void. This is a game of losing control, of surrendering to the violent pulse that beats beneath your skin, and of reckoning with what remains in the aftermath.
Each session begins with the roll of a single d6, igniting sparks of fury drawn from betrayal, injustice, loss, or survival. You’ll choose: resist the pull of your anger, or embrace it fully and unleash the storm within. Every choice carries a cost. Every outburst leaves scars—on your body, your spirit, and the fragile remnants of your humanity.
The more you run amok, the more you change. Your rage grants you terrifying power, but it also threatens to consume everything that made you who you were.
In the end, only one question matters:
Are you the master of your fury… Or its prisoner?
Features:
- Simple Mechanics: All you need is a d6, a pen, and your journal.
- Dynamic Rage System: Choose to resist or embrace your anger, each with lasting consequences.
- Unique Character Abilities: Six archetypes with thematic powers that reflect the many faces of fury.
- Scar System: Every outburst leaves its mark—physical, emotional, or spiritual.
- Endgame Reflection: After ten sessions, confront the true cost of your rage and decide whether you’ve mastered it—or been devoured by it.
Run amok. Lose control. Discover what’s left of you when the fury fades.
the mad gods gather round a table draped in white velvet to feast on bone and ruin
the river bleeds backwards and trees walk the cold land with hollowed souls
nightfall skin upon skin we consume and conquer like wildfire
the winter moon settles in a heartbeat older than the breath of the elder gods
grey clouds fracture and spill ash in torrents upon the fragments of a sentient civilization