MOTHERSHIP: THE BLACK HEART OF PARADISE

Casinos encrust a refugee Planetary Ring of refuse surrounding a small freighter, a ring known by a telling -- and not so telling -- title: the Strip.

Here, horror links in to tech's alienating aspect. It builds. It rends. Protections drip updates. Spinning wheels load mass care tables. Wires eject from wrists. Biceps bloat like bagpipes. Be you, make do. Some of the gore under your boot:

• Oils from an indecent trade and an erupting pod light up a PANIC AT THE WEAPON'S BAY
• 10 Casinos and 7 bars lend Stress relief (and chambered pop songs) throughout the RIOTING ON THE STRIP
• Leviathan titancrawl with ship sheet of rearranging (and odd) cargo found WITHIN THE HORROR'S PARLOUR
• Colorful NPCs like Lead Professor Xenoesoterist Limagdalenastelle Staniforchakraborti dot the players' path
• d100 incorrigible prayers give a boost to pithy ammo, Psychedelics table cures phobias, generators for in-flight horror shows and junk food soothe and heal, table of contents is a table. It is that. In spades. Other things are tables.
• Killing bridge made from electrolysis, harvested nervous systems and shadowsilk appears: Shut it down.

The sun never rises, the stars never fade and the threat's never more than a roll away in The Black Heart of Paradise♫❥