Roadside Weirdness Image/Ideas Thread

>>55324236
That picture's cool as fuck

>>55324269
>These clones are living out here on rice and beans, sleeping out in the cold in these rags… these are some fuckin’ hard men. You driods bitch if you get an MRE without a fuckin’ Pop tart.

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>>55324381
Tried to reduce the car visibility a bit

>>55330259
fuck you duleys is better.

>>55330283
Phoenix Coney is my favorite, go there every day for lunch

>>55330295
I'm mad at you because you live in the good part of metro Detroit where people have lots of money and there is shit to do and a ton of game stores. ME, I'm twenty minutes south of Detroit, and while there are pockets of money, there is very little to do, and no game stores within thirty minutes.

>>55330344
Bruh, I live 20 minutes out of the city. Ten mile life. I either go to GW Hampton Village in Rochester or Imperium Games in Wixom. Both are 20-30 minute drives.

I have an FLGS, but it sucks. Board games and comics.

>>55326482
Tremors was a great movie

>>55330378
I'm a downriver rat, and i guarantee it is worse down here, Pandomonium, the chud central, is my closest gamestore, and that's a thirty minute drive. The ones you listed are both about an hour drive for me.

>>55324236
>picks a Waffle House picture as OP image
You're just trying to summon Waffle House a Millionaire again are you?

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>>55324546
>"man I could really go for a Cornetto for some reason... better get one once I'm done with my architecture work"

FUCK YES, I love everything in this thread. Nothing gets my sense of adventure going like the idea of the open road and cozy little hotels to stay in coupled with old fashioned American weirdness. I love it.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdyknT4uchM

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Ah man this is great, anyone have cool or weird or spooky truck stop/road trip stories to tell? Camping stories welcome too.

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>>55332883
I'd love to run an episodic, adventure-horror game based around the idea of a paranormal roadtrip across the United States. Native American mythology, urban legends, ghost stories and surreal encounters. It would be great.

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>>55335716
Expounding on this:

Your PCs might be trying to track down a group of mutual friends who disappeared while taking their own cross-country roadtrip. Along the way, they discover that these missing friends got tangled up in something far behind their expectations, but left behind clues and caches indicating where they'd be heading next in case anyone followed them. Along the way, the PCs are alternatingly aided and antagonized by an over-worked, under-budgeted MIB analogue that don't mean to harm them, but are trying to prevent them from delving too deeply into the paranormal for their own good.

>>55324290
how the fuck do they sleep?

>>55336090
as someone who slept by a highway AND a railway for a few months: not the best

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>>55333304
>$4000 for a motel room

>>55336175
the sound i could survive, but definitely not that insane level of light

>>55336251
Its $4k in clown bills silly

>>55336438
Fun Bucks.

>>55336644
Tickle Tokens

>>55336679
Laughter Lucre

>>55336644
Should be Funny Money and Chuckle Bucks.

The Night Shift threads had some good images if you paw through the archives. The threads are all listed here.
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Night_Shift

>>55338061
This is gold and reminds me of the creepy-cozy apartment threads. A quick google-fu turned up nothing though, are those archived anywhere?

>>55338881
It was up here only a few CYOAs ago, search the Archives.

>>55324405
such a great game

full of exactly what this thread is after

This thread makes me want to tell about my brief visit to The Dales, OR, and the Taco Time restaurant therein.

This town, and this Taco Time, was the site of the largest bio-terror attack in US history. It was puroptrated by agents of a cult who's primary philosophy was the denouncement of "positive thinking", and this cult had a firm grip on the next town over. In an attempt to seize power in local government and elections the cult's agents tainted water given to the town council with salmonella, successfully infecting at least one council member. To suppress votes for the candidate running against the cult's nominee they likewise poisoned the salad bars of numerous local restaurants, and through this means infected more than seventy citizens of The Dales. They were later caught and disavowed by the cult's leader, who faced no charges.

The Taco Time's salsa bar is still decommissioned, nearly thirty years later. You need to go up to the counter, they'll give you a sealed little salsa cup.

>>55336251
i imagine it means $39.50

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>>55338881
Check out the "Urban Unease" tag on Sup/tg/:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Urban+Unease

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You are walking along, in a chill autumn day.

You hunch your head against a gust of cold wind and when you look up again you are alone. No cars passing, no people, no animals, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the wind.
You look all around you, and when you turn again a girl is in front of you.

She turns and and looks at you. She gives you a mysterious, half-amused smile, as if to invite you, then turns and starts running. The sound of her laughter faint in the wind.


Do you follow her?

>>55339207
is this real?

>>55330579
Try Warhammer Ann Arbor?

>>55339207
Holy shit I just looked this up and I'll be damned, but it is real. It is however in the town of The Dalles, OR.

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>>55324236
I don't really know if this fits the roadside weirdness vibe, but I'll try telling it and see what people think. If you drive on a road that goes through a thick forest there will be a slight chance that you will see the fog. The fog is ever drifting but always stays within an area. If you ever decide to enter the fog you'll immediately be enveloped, you can't see your feet and you won't be able to distinguish anything in front of you. For some weird reason if two people enter at the same time you'll be able to see that person as clear as day. Sounds around you will be reversed, the same happens if a person speaks to you . If someone pronounces their sentence backwards the other person will likely understand. While you are in there time outside will go much faster, 30 seconds in there will be 30 minutes outside, the sped up time will affect you as well, it will feel like you have walked for 30 minutes when only 30 seconds have passed. The only way to get out is if you walking backwards, if another person is with you and you start walking backwards, to them it'll look like you are walking forward, to you it looks like you are walking backwards. After a couple of seconds the fog will dissipate and you'll see a small pond, the fog is formed like a wall around the small area. To the right there is a tree with a hole in it, if you put your head in, you will see a view of the forest but as if you were standing on a mountain top. To the right there is gate formed by several branches sticking up from the ground, a lighter shade of the fog will be filling the gate. If you enter it you will arrive a bit farther away from where you entered the fog, the fog will be gone. Sorry for it being so wordy, I'm not good at summarizing my thoughts. Hope it sounds interesting to anyone, it's a dream I had recently.

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>>55335862
What would be the best system for a game like these?

>>55340768
>>55341259
>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984_Rajneeshee_bioterror_attack

>>55330378
bruh me too 10 and greenfield all day.
Service road life.

>>55344872
10 and Grosebeck life my dude!

>>55344895
you play 40k?

>>55344922
Yeah, Templars and Guard

>>55344970
nice i play guard and tyranids.
there is a place that opened up in berkley called gatekeeper games, I was thinking of going there to play 40k.

>>55345126
They're pretty good from what I hear. Might stop by

>>55324381
One of the few images to genuinely spook me on /tg/ in a while. Well done.

>>55330381
Truly a masterpiece of B-movies.

>>55344093
Delta Green might do well? I've been reading into it and it does an interesting balance of combat with supernatural/lovecraft horrors. The newest edition comes out next month, I can't wait.

>>55332977
Came here to post this.

>>55340315
No. Hell no. Run in the opossite direction. If I carry a gun, take it out just in case I see that little fucker again to put a couple of 9mm in her little fucker head.

>>55324381
I'm probably blind, can someone explain what's so eerie about this? It actually seems kinda comfy to me, fire aside.

>>55349187
>fire aside
A fire too big for a regular camping fireplace.
It's a) a wildfire starting; b) cultists
Anyway, you should get the fuck out.

>>55324236
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>>55349828

can we have more like this?

>>55332205
This one is best if it's driving along as if nothing were amis.

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>>55350030
Do you mean rundown/abandoned roadside institutions with mood lighting?

>>55350623
not necessarily abandoned, but yes

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>>55350755
I'll see if I can find anything else.

>>55336252

You can get quality blackout curtains at bigger truckstops.

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>>55350861
Apparently, this belongs to a set of images the artist bills as "Tales of Photographic Fiction."

http://www.matthenryphoto.com/#thumbnails/the-trip

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>>55340315
Not a goddamn chance. Little fuck can go eat someone else's liver.

>>55344093
Dungeon World. It's fast, with a strong core mechanic built to enhance the story, not restrict it like the shitty D&D mechanics. Failure in Dungeon World is actually interesting, and all of the abilities are codified into the core mechanic to make it fast, fun, and easy to use. The combat is also much, much better. A dragon doesn't need 300 hit points to be challenging like it does in D&D, it can do stuff that's actually terrifying, like rip a character's arm off. Also, armor is damage reduction so no more of this "less likely to hit, but still does full damage if it does hit" bullshit. The monster stats are incredibly light, character creation is extremely fast and fluid, with just as many options as D&D when you consider that most of D&D is trap options. There is no powergaming in Dungeon World, just a fast story-based game that still has the mechanics from D&D that you love (hit points, classes, etc) but with much stronger mechanics that lead to a more fulfilling roleplaying experience.

My last session of Dungeon World, my human fighter wrapped a vampire in a bear hug and wrestled him out a window into the castle moat. That is real roleplaying, not babby D&D shit where you have to make two different rolls and then have some autist look up how far you can move about while grappling. Dungeon World is about fun and good story, not rules and combat bullshit.

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>>55344093
>>55352997

>"all of the abilities are codified into the core mechanic"
This basically summarises the problem with DW. It pretends to be all loosey-goosey and abstract, but it's just as mechanically limiting as any other system through the codification of players' actions.

"But anon, you can roleplay and make what your character does sound interesting!" Stop and think, moron. This describes just about every single TTRPG, ever. DW's class system is almost laughably restrictive (as well as hugely unbalanced in favour of certain classes), and it's core mechanic is both shitty and unoriginal. It's a so-called simplistic RPG, which basically means its just as shitty as most D&D systems, but written in 25 pt. font so it's autistic fanbase can make sense of the rulebook.

2/5, not recommended.

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>>55344093
What's that system based around the Jenga tower? Dread? Maybe that would work out.

>>55325920
made me smile, great job anon.

>>55353644
Not really. Dread is a good system for something like Friday the 13th or Alien, where the players are getting picked off one at a time. It's crap for pretty much everything outside of that.

Fear Itself or Call of Cthulhu would work well for this kind of slow burn weirdness though.

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>>55354650
I catch your meaning.

>>55324682
hey, shit, that's bunnyman bridge

>>55349165
PSA for everyone except this guy: never forget that there are genuine sociopaths on this board

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>>55333253

When I was young, maybe 12 or 13, my dad brought us to the dakotas on vacation. We were building a cabin in the plains for a vacation home, and my father and the rest of the family were going to build it. We had tons of wacky adventures with the farmers and quirky neighbours, but the adventure of the boat mechanic always sticks out from the rest.

We're from the Florida coast and we had a large boat with this ancient whaler engine attached to it. My dad never mentioned where he got it. This freaking huge whaler engine was running fine for years til the thing just gave out. It was older than dirt so nobody in Florida knew how to fix it. I thought it was weird that we included it among our luggage for the trip north, but I never asked about it. Dad had always done weird stuff like this before and even as a boy I knew not to ask.

Anyways, about a month into construction dad packs us all in the van, him, my mother, brother and I. Says we're going to get his old boat motor fixed by an old friend. There are a lot of lakes up in the dakotas, in case you didn't know, but we drove straight away from all of them. All the ones we had visited before, anyways. I could tell you the road to get to our cabin, even after fifteen years, but I don't think I could find the boat mechanics house in a hundred. There are a few highways, but most folks live off dirt paths and roads that are hard to find if you don't know what to look for. Almost all homes in the dakotas have shelter belts of trees to protect them from the strong wind. You can see pretty plainly through most of them, but the patch of trees dad pointed out on the wide, endless plains of the dakotas was more like a forest. I couldn't make anything out in them, and it was much larger than most shelter belts. I knew this was going to be a weird place when I saw a mailbox that had somehow been fashioned from a 1967 honda motorcycle.

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Dad pulled our van into the trees on dirt path from the road and we had to stop the van to let a fock of peacocks run across the road, the whole pack led by an albino peacock. You might read about peacocks and see them on television, but they don't do anything for the real things. Beautiful creatures.

So we get going again and before I know it, there is a break in the trees and we come on a house nestled into this little nook in the trees. The tasteful side paneling is the color of rust accented by the windows and doors with white, and the roof is white to go with it. Someone had set up a fine vegatable garden up front about the size of my current apartment, with neat rows for walking and fine wire mesh that various vine beans were growing on. In the gravel driveway was an old, antique car. I didn't recognize what make or model it was then and I still don't. It was mint green and definitely old, that's all I remember. His front porch was about 20 or 30 yards out front before it split into another road that led to a barn bigger than the house that overlooked the front yard, and what looked like a gas station to the left on a back road. The gas station had memorabelia and slices of americana pouring all over it, and I thought I saw a cigar Indian in front of it when we were pulling through to the house.

This old man walks out of the house with a giant smile on his face and waves at us like we're old friends, and calls out a greeting. He looked like an 90 year old man, thick with wrinkles and liver spots, not even a breeze of white hair. He moved with none of the motions of old age. His back was straight and he walked down the porch steps with the pep of a 20 year old and yhe swaggered like an old greaser.

I had to wait for a pack of chicken's of a species I didn't recognize to get from under the van before I could get out. The boat mechanic greets my dad first and eventually dad introduces us, his family.

Pic related is what the plains look like.

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>>55355460

I'm fucking retarded, pic related.

So when this guy shakes my hand, he doesn't get on my eye level or anything obnoxious. He shakes it firmly and talks to me like a man, which I can respect as I am just coming of age. He sounded rough but had his hands on his hips and doesn't put his hands in his overall pockets or fidget with his red plaid shirt. I decided I liked him. His wife comes out almost immediately, she is a short, plump little thing. But pleasant, so pleasant. She comes out with a plexiglass dish full of chocolate chip banana bread, with what I think was peanut butter in it. It tasted amazing, trust me. She gave a hefty portion to my brother and I, and while my dad and the mechanic are talking, she says to us, "Now you boys might be impressed by the things you see here, but see that you don't walk off from your father, now. Stay with him or your mother. If you want to see something you like, come get me or my husband, and we'll show you around. We got a lot of animals and ah don't want you youngin's gettin' bit." She was smiley and friendly too, and seemed like the best grandma someone could hope for. I still like my actual grandma better, but she was pretty cool.

So the mechanic opens up his barn and it ain't a barn at all, but a gigantic workshop, two stories high with tools and boat motors of kind's I never recognized. I asked dad about it later, and he told me that the mechanic actually machined some of those motors together from his own designs. When I explored behind the barn later, I found at least a dozen boats of various designs, motors removed, out back, all in pristine condition. So after dad pulls the van into the workshop, my brother and I decide to go exploring and we want to see the gas station first.

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We don't leave sight from the adults, but it's a decent walk to the gas station. It looks like somebody actually picked up a 1950's gas station and planted it right there in the grove, made of real cut logs and with a gas pump and everything. My brother tried the pump and gasoline actually came out. The cigar indian I thought I saw earlier turned out to be real. I don't know if it was the genuine antique, but it was cut from wood sure enough. We saw so much shit that day that I am not typing all that crap out. Among the sights:

>Pack of albino llamas
>Pack of normal llamas
>A breeding pair of albino camels
>We counted 40 school busses all filled with toys, blankets, and other weird things out behind his workshop. Never thought twice about that until later. There was stuff moving among the busses so my brother and I noped the fuck out.
>Got to shoot hand machined guns the boat mechanic made
>Got to smoke my first cigar next to the cigar indian
>Behind the shelter belt, a grove the size of an american football field with abandoned antique seed sowing equipment.

We spent all day there and finally the motor got repaired. We never went back again and it's been fifteen years since. I like to think that old mechanic is still back there tending to his herds of albino animals and making awesome shit. That's it, if you have any questions just ask, I'm getting a sandwich.

>>55351114
This looks like one of those example pictures of 'who has cover' that might appear in a longer version of Everyone is John.

>>55355834
That's an awesome story anon.
I wish I had cool ones like that, most of my travel was all by air or nonstop bus-trips. Going to a whole other country midway through growing up didn't help either

>>55355834
Very cool.