Dark Places

An Afterlife Mystery Roleplaying Game From the introduction: War crimes. They’re just words when you think about it. They put a gun in your hand and kick you out the door, out to some godforsaken jungle or overgrown sandbox, then act surprised when you come back with blood on your hands. That’s when they start throwing words at you. War crimes. Sociopath. Court martial. Words. Lots and lots of goddamn useless words. But you’re cool and you’re calm, and all five-foot-seven of this chick just doesn’t seem to add up to “crazed killer,” not by most people’s standards of reckoning at least, so by all accounts you’ll probably pull through. They don’t execute people like you, anyway. This isn’t Texas. Get some spin doctors on your side, stumping for your inalienable rights. Get a celebrity lawyer. Get a bunch of moms out there for a candlelight vigil or whatever the hell it is they do. That is, if the military doesn’t erase you from existence first.