The only thing worse than not finishing your sampling run was being captured by Imperial soldiers. Fortunately, your team has escaped from what passes for a cell.

Now you just have to get out of the Imperial fortress, find your way back to the Xenogate, and return to base. It would be good to stop at the anomaly site and collect all the data recordings, too.

Hm, I wonder why that Imperial Legate was so interested in the anomaly site? Maybe you should figure that out too. It's bound to be something bad...

Transhumanity stands on the edge of evolution and extinction. With the ability to upload our minds and nanofabricate almost anything, death and scarcity were nearly defeated. Then a war against super-intelligent AIs infected with an alien virus wiped out 95% of the population. Earth is a ruined wasteland, overrun by machines. The remnants of transhumanity—bio-engineered humans, uplifted animals, and infolife—expanded throughout the Solar System.

It's one of those months where there's so much to do and learn that you feel like you need to be in than one place at the same time. That's no problem! Upload your mindstate, fork it into copies each for its own chore, use standard tools to clip away their unnecessary memories and cut down that file size, and transmit them far afield - and when they come home, merge yourself together again. Nothing to worry about, perfectly routine.

But today you're back at home on Mars, along with your other forks - and your original self's gone missing. That's bad.

(This is a published scenario for Eclipse Phase, a game of transhumanism and horror)

"Uncharted Worlds" is a Space Opera roleplaying game of exploration and debt, powered by the Apocalypse. Players will select and customise their characters, including their relationship to the galaxy's key factions, before being dropped into an unpleasant situation which can only get worse. How they dig themselves out is up to them.

Nobody knows where they came from. But their intention was clear, and they carried it out with brutal efficiency. But now a small group of survivors must risk everything in a desperate mission to recover much needed medical supplies.

"Uncharted Worlds" is a Space Opera roleplaying game of exploration and debt, powered by the Apocalypse. Players will select and customise their characters, including their relationship to the galaxy's key factions, before being dropped into an unpleasant situation which can only get worse. How they dig themselves out is up to them.

The teens of Grantsville, New Mexico, don't have a lot to do during the long hot Summers. Too old for stories of "Shiny Man" with his missing face and bottomless pockets for stealing children, or the vampire who supposedly used to live in the big ranch house back in the 70s. The new USAF tracking station has certainly revitalised the town, but it's not exactly a tourist attraction. Back in the 80s, plucky kids breaking into a military place was commonplace, but in a post-9/11 world it'll just get you shot. Meaning the so-called Alpha Kids are at a loose end and looking for a suitably interesting distraction to keep them occupied. Lucky for them some odd new people have moved in across the street...

"Uncharted Worlds" is a Space Opera roleplaying game of exploration and debt, powered by the Apocalypse. Players will select and customise their characters, including their relationship to the galaxy's key factions, before being dropped into an unpleasant situation which can only get worse. How they dig themselves out is up to them.

You hit the jump button, the world turns inside out. On the other side of nowhere is the Falcon Expanse, a three day crawl across a dull transit system in the heart of a nebula. But instead of hot gas and pretty scenery, you have proximity alarms, a debris field, and a system full of dangerous wreckage. Who fought this battle? Who has survived? And what sort of a mess are they going to get you in this time?

"Uncharted Worlds" is a Space Opera roleplaying game of exploration and debt, powered by the Apocalypse. Players will select and customise their characters, including their relationship to the galaxy's key factions, before being dropped into an unpleasant situation which can only get worse. How they dig themselves out is up to them.

You could not believe your eyes as the merchantman came into view, fat with booty and ripe for the taking. Solar sails the size of buildings and shimmering with waves of energy. The crew were starving for the filthy lucre that they could take from the hold. Silks from Saturn, Plutonian Ales and arcanotechnology to fit the ship with.

You are the Privateer Crew of the RAS Grey Caller fighting in a space opera world. You will sail the archipelagos of the rings of Saturn, dive to the depths of the Neptunian seas and fight with the lizard men of Mars only to slip away into the Aether and avoid the reach of the Terran Navy.

A game of swashbuckling action and planetary romance.

Imperial Operations on Typhon are stretched to breaking point, with supply lines coming under constant fire from the Heretic Traitors dug into the mountainous terrain. The main supply line, known as the Red Ball Express, is the most vital of these routes, being the only viable passage for the heavy vehicles of the Astra Militarum between the Landing Zone and the battle lines.
With heavy losses on the front, the survivors of the 92nd Cadian have been reassigned to guard duty on the convoys while they await desperately needed replacements. Little do the men and women of the Second Company know what dangers await them on the Red Ball Express
It is the 41st Millennium, and in the Grim Darkness of the far future, There is only war!