Campaign Starts

Campaign Starts.

You all met in a tavern. At least that's what you think happened. The hangover makes it hard to tell, and currently you're in the middle of a corn field. You see smoke rising in the distance.

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"You watch as the world ends"

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I like to start in character generation. Have the players dictate a few scenes about how they got to know one another, maybe write down a few enemies and allies they made in their pre-campaign adventuring. Feels more organic.

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"You awake in a room surrounded by horrifically mutilated bodies. Blood covers the room from floor to ceiling. A Genie floats in front of you and asks, "What is your third wish?"

I wish to know who I am.
Genie: That was your first wish!

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 "You enter the tavern. You see eighteen shadowy figures, each of them brooding in his own little dark corner."

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You are goblins. Your stats are 2d6 straight down, and this makes you very sad.

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You're running. You have the egg. You're screaming. Your friends are screaming. Behind you, something big is screaming.
You are all screaming.
What do you do?

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    >You were once dwarfs, now you are simply refugees
    >You remember the good old days, when the mine rang out with the sound of your picks and the song of industry
    >You remember your clan, your loved ones, your family
    >You survived, just barely, damned to carry on your clan's memories
    >Only you remember how it happened, how the hold fell and how the keep was overrun
    >You can still hear the screaming coming from deep undergound
    >You remember the day when the beer ran out

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You wake up in the dark, and struggle your way to the surface.

You look down at your mudstained hands. Bones. It hits you like a truck: You are a skeleton.

Do you...
>Explore
>Act Spooky
>Scream Forever

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    You are all in a tavern. But the tavern is busy floating and spinning in a raging torrent, and you're not sure if the tavern will hold.