Houses of the Blooded: Mass Murder

Mass Murder

A mass of bodies throwing violence at each other. Iron and muscle, sweat and blood. Clamor and alarum. And in the end, there will be bodies bleeding their lives away.

Whenever groups of ven need to settle their differences with violence, the GM calls for the Mass Murder rules. Here’s how they work.

One Big Contested Risk

Mass murder is just that. One big contested risk. Everyone follows the same steps.

1) Pick a Side

Everybody picks a side. Us vs. Them. Us vs. Them vs. Them vs. Them.

You may choose “Me” as a side. Good luck.

2) Pick a Leader

Each side picks a Leader.

2) Gather Advantage

Now, we gather dice. Each side gets a pool of dice. Only the Leader can add his Name, Prowess, aspects, etc. Each additional ven on his side adds one die. That’s it. Just one die.

3) Wagers

When the Leaders have their total dice, each Leader secretly makes wagers.

4) Roll

All Leaders roll.

The victor (whoever rolled highest) keeps all his wagers.

The defeated (every side who rolled lesser than the victor) lose half their wagers.

5) Murder

The victor goes first.

a) He selects one ven on his side,

b) spends a wager, and

c) gives a rank 5 Injury to any ven or ork involved in the fight scene. Even one on his own side.

If you are targeted for murder, you may spend a style point—one of your own—to use a Maneuver. Usually this will be either Dodge or Parry. You cannot use the basic Maneuver “Defend.” You must use Dodge or Parry.

If a targeted ven uses a Maneuver to dodge the murder, the selected ven may spend a style point to counter the Maneuver. This continues as usual until one side can no longer counter. The loser gets a rank 5 Injury.

6) End of the Scene

When all the wages are spent, the scene is over. Any side has the opportunity to surrender.

Ven with rank 5 Injuries are one step away from death. A single action kills them. Not even a risk. Just an action.

If any side does not surrender, go back to Step 1 and start over again. If a character cannot contribute to the scene (she has a rank 5 Injury), she cannot contribute a die to the Leader.

The Point of It All

This mechanic kills characters. It should. I designed it this way for three reasons.

The first was to make these kinds of scenes lethal, dirty, messy, and chaotic.

The second was to make it as fast.

The third was to discourage this kind of thing.

Houses of the Blooded: Mass Murder

I’m running into a stumbling block.

“Mass Murder,” the mass combat section devoted to multi-user fight scenes, is a mess. The Houses system works great with duels, but not with groups of bloodthirsty ven and/or orks.

I want a system that’s elegant. A system that doesn’t require a bunch of dice rolls and memory. And I just can’t find it.

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Clarification

I’m talking about “skirmish-level” fighting. Ten people. The typical “fight scene” in D&D.

My 9/11 memory starts with someone knocking on the bedroom door and the words more Americans heard than any other that morning.

“Turn on the TV.” 

Together, Jennifer and I watched it. The clock ticked by.

“You’re going to be late for work,” she told me.

“I’m not going,” I said.

An argument began. A cold, quiet argument. No screaming. Nothing like that. 

Cold and quiet.

After she insisted, I drove. The freeways were empty. I got to work in record time, driving across an empty Los Angeles, feeling a bit like Robert Neville. I thought of him as I drove and listened to the neverending news reports.

When I got to work, a sign on the door informed me the place was closed. I drove home.

She was there when I got there and we didn’t say anything to each other for the rest of the day.

For me, 9/11 is more than just a public memory of public tragedy. It’s also a private memory. It was the first day I knew our marriage was over.

Attention Ladies

Ladies, this is the new definition of FAT

And by that, I mean, this is the new standard. If you look like this (or, Heaven help you, if you look worse), then you are FAT.

Ignore all that bullshit we say about how Hollywood starlets and rockstars look like skeletons. IGNORE IT!

This is the new standard. The new shit. The new FAT.

No, we are not scaring our stars to starvation.

No, we are not mercilessly mocking them in a public forum.

No, we are not judgmental pricks who resent women because we can’t get laid.

No, not us. No, sireebob. We are the completely objective, emotionless media news.

And this is the new FAT.

Get on those exercise bikes, girls. And start peddling.

A Soundtrack for the Ven

 introduced me to the band. Their first album is called Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, although I’m a bigger fan of their second album, The Black Parade. A video from each.

Boisterous, dramatic, funny, grim, and geeky. And fucking loud.

Yeah, I’ve discovered My Chemical Romance.


I’ve Found Saul Williams

I don’t like rap.

I don’t like the bravado, I don’t like the violence, I don’t like calling women hos and bitches, and I don’t like… well, I just don’t like it.

But damn, I like this.

I like it’s honesty, I like its nakedness. I like it.

Damn.