>Through a chain of shady business deals gone sour and bad back-alley bargaining, a group of PCs are now the reluctant joint-owners of a defunct shipping company.
>The only silver lining is that they own the labyrinth of unclaimed shipping containers left in the freight depot as well, and can sell off anything valuable they happen to find.
>What do the PCs discover inside their shipping containers?
((( This is a thread for brainstorming surreal modern-day loot, dangers and quest hooks. Feel free to use the Delta Green "Green Box Generator" for inspiration: http://www.palinola.com/projects/lab/greenbox/ )))
I once ran a campaign where the pc's ran a pawn shop. I let them name 100 different items, anything they want they could fit in their building. I rolled a d20 and if they got above 13 I gave it to them. Some of the more interesting game ones are as follows:
>ONE METRIC SHIT TON OF BOOTS (we decided the metric for a shit ton was 3 oil drums full)
>a motorcycle
>the real beard of merlin which still contained magical powers though no onexception believed it
>a collection of RC cars
>one antique blunderbuss still in working order
>a collection of 1990's batman paraphernalia
>a tents worth of fireworks
>A battered white shipping container is found to hold seventeen pallets of 40 year old cartons of Soviet cigarettes. Atop the last pallet is a faded green duffle bag, in which may be found a similarly faded army uniform belonging to a "Corporal James Riggs," a pair of jackboots and a set of dishonorable discharge papers. Beside the duffle, also atop the pallet, is a tarnished brass zippo lighter with the seal of the United States Army on one side and the words "Fuck Communism" on the other.
>>47589791
>>What do the PCs discover inside their shipping containers?
A few luxury vehicles that were destined for the chop shop overseas, but the guy running the operation was arrested and his "business" deteriorated soon after. The Feds and Interpol never looked too far into his records, so this shipment was overlooked. Lucky you.
>>47589855
Dry nice! Epic plotlines and save-the-world stakes are great and all, but sometimes it's just fun to set up an antiques shop or freight yard, give the players enough rope to skip or hang themselves with and see what happens.
>>47589791
>Hundreds of shoes, all of the same foot. Another container has the shoes of the other foot.
>Decades-old unopened ramune
>Old books. Some of them are practically worthless pulp fiction novels; some of them are out-of-print non-fiction accounts and technical guides and are worth quite a lot to some people.
>Game equipment. Anything from wood chessmen and gobans to plastic makruk chessmen, ivory dominoes and a range of dice of different shapes, sizes and materials.
>Decades-old posters that are now vintage
>1980s personal computers; some of them are packaged with guides to programming in BASIC
>Teas and coffees
>A red shipping container in almost mint condition is found to be completely filled with loose .50 cal bullets.
>A blue shipping container sits by itself in one corner of the freight depot, covered in rust, barnacles and dried plant life such that it looks like it had been lost for a time underwater. The PCs soon discover that a giant hermit crab has made this container it's home.
>A drab brown shipping container holds nothing but mannequins stood up rank and file, facing toward the container's doors. If the PCs leave these doors open or unlocked, they will later find the container empty and the mannequins hidden in various locations throughout the depot.
>Jars of boiled sweets
>Manga
>Ordinance survey maps
>Seeds
>Spices
>The skeleton of a large shark
>A short sword
>Tapes of 1970s electronic music
>Language learning guides
>The whole set of Encyclopedia Brittanica books
>An aeroplane engine
>A set of 1950s-style wooden chessmen, slightly stained by age, in a wooden box.
>One container once contained illegal Ukrainian Prostitutes but is now full of complete skeletons
>Crates full of a soda that has now gone out of production, still edible
>Parts to assemble 200 back sections of the Zavasta Automobiles model 750M, but nothing for the back section
>A container which is empty of anything but a small check containing a shrunken head
>Huge amounts of spoiled food
>Construction materials intended for the construction of the 2004 Olympic Stadium in Athens
>Undelivered mail
>A container full of loose, identical pogs
>The venture that sank the company, 20 containers of cheap plastic hand replacement hooks made in Burma
>In one sector of the freight depot, twelve nondescript orange containers can be found stacked up three tall and four wide, within which are enough building materials, furniture and personal effects to construct and furnish a modest two-story home. Observant PCs will note that everything appears to be numbered, and really observant PCs will find a set of assembly instructions wedged between the couch cushions.
>>47589791
>One shipping container is actually the "apartment" of a mid-twenties freelance journalist, wired with electricity stolen from the power grid and an ethernet cable connected to your office's router.
>Another is packed with boxes of invoices from companies that don't exist, each for one hundred boxes of exactly 1000 one-inch carpentry nails.
>>47590670
>If the group allows the freelancer to stay, he or she maybe used as an asset by the PCs and a quest-giver by the GM.
>In one half-crumpled container full of random tag-sale grade furniture, several thousand dollars may be found taped to the inside of an old fridge's freezer compartment.
>Another yellow container is filled with pallets of phonebooks. Atop the first pallet lay an open phonebook with a collection of phone numbers circled and noted and a working rotary telephone.
>A rusty green contained has nothing else inside it but a large wooden crate of shiny chrome ball bearings.
>One strangely cold black container has had its door chained and welded shut, but the PCs can still detect a steady draft of air being drawn into it through gaps in the welds.
>A red shipping container holds three rare, vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycles in various states of disassembly. While no one bike is complete, there are enough parts between them to make one whole hog
>Wargaming models
>>47589791
>Sewing machines. Newer models are at the front, but they get gradually older and more primitive as you go further to the back of the container.
>A gigantic stack of money in US bills, easily in the hundreds of millions of dollars, but the shipping container has a small hole punctured in the side as if the container was shot. The bills are all mildly irradiated.
>Hundreds of virtual reality headsets from the 1990s.
>Complete parts for the construction of a single Avro Arrow, Canada's cancelled interceptor jet from the late 1950s.
>The entire shipping container is full top-to-bottom of thousands of cases of fully-assembled and ready-to-use Skorpion vz. 61 submachineguns; the shipping manifesto says they were intended for delivery to Mexico. No ammunition was included.
>A single fully-functional and astoundingly advanced cryostasis pod with enough power and materials to safely freeze someone and safely revive them after a century. It doesn't appear to be occupied, but the manifesto says it was heading to the Rothschild estate.
>Full-length swords made from modern materials and with modern designs and advances in metallurgy, complete with scabbards for urban and forest camouflage.
Just watch a few episodes of Storage wars and its million variants.
>>47591319
Baggage Battles is better.
>>47591314
>A gigantic stack of money in US bills, easily in the hundreds of millions of dollars, but the shipping container has a small hole punctured in the side as if the container was shot. The bills are all mildly irradiated.
Cayce Parker? I am KGB.
>>47591319
>Behind a jumble of fallen containers is one that holds the skeletal and mummified remains of four adults huddled against the doors and a mess of audio-visual equipment discarded at the far end of the container amidst a slew of low-dollar knockoff merchandise. If the PCs review the footage they find, they will learn that the remains belong to the host of a "Storage Wars" styled reality show and his camera crew that were trapped inside the container until they eventually perished. The PCs are not advised to watch the footage they find all the way to its grisly conclusion.
>>47591438
I thought her last name was Pollard. Either way, we're friends now.
Fresh newspapers that still smell of typographic paint... from 1953.
>>47591655
Thats really interesting, but where could you possibly be going with that?
>>47589791
A fur sink
>>47591071
>One whole hog
>>47591692
It could be just one of the party's first clues among many that the contents of these containers may not be normal, and that the company they've been stuck with was doing a whole lot more than just shipping.
>>47591692
PCs compare "new" paper with old one on the internet and find out that "new" has a minor difference in every article.
They discover another container with papers from another year and again minor difference.
Short story - party finds out that something is changing the past and destroy evidence by moving stuff to the future, specially - your containers.
>>47591917
The shipping company and freight depot were never a legitimate business, but were instead a covert, low-key repository for evidence that our timeline/reality is in an almost constant state of flux. It is only through a series of strange governmental blunders and improbable business deals that the PCs come into possession of the shell company at all.
>A Scrabble set with 100 Zs and no other letters. A sleeping cat has been drawn on the front of box with a felt tip marker.
>>47589791
1/3 ton of fake crab meat
>>47592048
He game hen becomes a four-way war between the PCs and the G-Men who need to take the place back, the Conspiracy Nuts who want to turn the place upside down to discover the Truth, and the Bargain Hunters who want to ransack the place for anything of value.
>>47589791
>a seemingly abandoned game of whatever system you guys are playing. On it are minis that resemble the players along with character sheets. The setting seems to be the place you guys are playing in and the one chair that doesn't have a sheet in front of it is on fire.
>>47592322
>Looks like crab
>Smells like crab
>Tastes like crab
>Stored in unmarked cans
>Shelf-life of 15 years, unrefrigerated
>When left out will grow a whole artificial crab
>>47592437
time to break the crab meat market
>>47589791
>random SCP
an entire container of knockoff(but still fully functional) Bondage restraints in variety of configurations.
>a container full of camping supplies
>filled container of Duct Tape, Bailing Wire, Parachute Cord, and heavy duty Carabiners
>a container of Pinatas
>a Chinese container filled with "Mall-Ninja" brand supplies for import stores 1 sword in 4 is actually well made.
>6 consecutively numbered containers of knockoff clothing from last year's fashion year
>10 containers of assorted military uniforms from different countries with accurate medals and awards
>a single container featuring a mummy sitting cross-legged in a saffron robe, a hat lays discarded in the corner
>the last shipment of Machetes from a bankrupt company on it's way to a shut down WalMart distribution center.
>>47590206
A quick google puts the price of a first edition of Chandler's "The Big Sleep" around £6000.
>>47592579
There's absolutely no way this could backfire horribly.
>>47595639
of course its gonna work!
who ever heard of giant enemy FAKE crabs?
•A set of 7 medical and anatomy text books -- all pre-WWI , the fly sheet identifies the owner as one "H. WEST". The books are pristine for their age with no notes or annotations.
•A dance book, published in the 1940's in remarkable condition. It is devoted to various folk dances from Western Europe.
•A paperback book: "The Cognitive Behavioral Workbook for Anxiety: A Step-by-Step Program".
•A slim handsome leather-bound journal stamped with the name "Jas. Smythe" containing a record of his travels and encounters, most of which were banal. After the investigator examines it it vanishes the moment he takes his eyes off of it, reappearing in his pocket, his vehicle, or his current residence, at the Keeper's whim. It now bears his real name and contains the true version of his travels and encounters. Attempts to destroy or discard it prove fruitless; it always reappears in his possession and remains so until his death, at which time it reurns to the Green Box to await its next owner.
•Copy of "Suffolk's Defended Shore: Coastal Fortifications from the Air" published by English Heritage. There's dozens of holiday photographs of Dunwich, UK between pages 37 and 38.
•"Sideshow Freaks" - a 1984 picturebook of black and white photos from sideshows stretching back a hundred years. Disturbing in the conventional sense, investigators with sufficient Mythos knowledge may also recognise a ghoul, a Tcho-Tcho, and a Deep One (all in carnival dress) amongst the human freaks.
>One dark green container stubbornly refuses to open and has to be broken into
>The container is forced open with a loud tearing sound and gallons and gallons of blood pour out
>Hanging from the inside of the container is tons of connected veins, tissues, and huge pulsing organs
>The organs continue to beat for nearly an hour and then stop
http://www.palinola.com/projects/lab/greenbox/
>>47591314
90s VR Headsets? So Virtual Boys?
>A container full of pallets of Mint copies of ET for the atari, labeled to various now out of business retail locations.
A large stack of containers that house an ENIAC type computer, if the stamps on the parts are to be believed, it was invented far before the actual ENIAC was. For added weird, it appears to be preoccupied with a rather long countdown.
>>47590216
>ammunition stored loose
>just bullets not even full cartridges
>completely full
There's a lot of questions raised by this. How on earth did someone manage to actually fill a container completely full of loose bullets? Did they put it on its end and pour, or did they stack the bullets individually?
I don't understand either how or why this would happen.
>>47589791
A container with 24 man sized wooden boxes. In each box is the mummified remains of a buddhist monk sitting uprights and cross legged.
A container mini-Astin Martin style go-carts in mint condition
An armor plated tank Built out of large bulldozer
38.75 in unmarked bills and 3 Coleman grills
>A Finnish container filled with pea soup(pic) with destination marked as Brazil, the reciver has a german last name.
>A machinists shop split between multiple containers, also hold blueprints for Suomi KP submachine gun and several unfinished ones
>One of the containers smells badly of alcohol and loud snoring can be heard from inside
>A gagle of chinese tourists pours out of one
>Unnervingly realistic set-pieces for a sci-fi film
>A long boat and a unrealisticly large fish jawbone zither
>>47598127
Actually at first there where just two bullits.
And they bread more bullits
After enough generations the box was full
To steal from Lord of War: most of it is chock full of potatoes. But in the back is buried several crates of assault rifles and ammunition.
This thread is gold.
>An unplugged tapletop computer and headphones of medium quality that still plays a loop of a different meme for every person on fullscreen, if studied it contains no possible way of adding a mouse and/or keyboard
Crate after crate of bagged hákarl, along with a note in Russian that roughly translates to "We are very sorry. We found the immortality formula, but being uncertain as to which bag it wound up in. Sorry Boss, but you will have to eat them all. So very, very sorry."
>>47590216
>A giant hermit crab using a shipping container as its shell
holy shit
A smaller shipping container. There's a smaller one inside of that one as well. Etc, etc.
>>47600519
- Within the smallest container is an actual set of matryoshka dolls. Within the set of dolls is a small, handwritten note in Russian that commends the PCs for their patience and rewards them with the access codes to an off-shore bank account worth upwards of a million dollars.
>>47600519
>>47600642
the smallest containing either a needle or a parchment note saying in old russian to keep the doll close so that it may keep you safe
>Within one shipping container the PCs discover a peculiar sort of super computer, cobbled together from hundreds of old PC towers and miles of network cable. At the back of the container is a makeshift desk with the access terminal, its screen showing that the supercomputer seems to be grinding through a series of incredibly intricate probability simulations.
>The door to another battered blue-grey container appears to be rusted shut, but the sounds of a wicked storm at sea can be heard inside and the container continuously leaks a steady stream of salt water.
>The interior of a garishly painted container appears to be decorated as if for a child's birthday party, complete with balloons, streamers, cake and presents. Strangely, the balloons are all still fully inflated and the cake is not only fresh, but adorned with eight lit candles.
>One tawny yellow shipping container holds an entire taxidermy bison and a display case with a Sharps Model 1874 Rifle inside, and a wooden case of ammunition for this weapon.
> One container projecting a particularly unnerving aura contains a museum's worth of ancient Mesoamerican artifacts, the life's work of one rather industrious graverobber. At the back of the container appears to be a "first draft" of the infamous Mayan Calendar Stone that bears some notable and worrying differences from the final piece.
•A gallon sized ziplock bag filled with grey powder. The bag has THERMITE written on it with sharpie
•A fist-sized 12.6 carat violet-hued ruby wrapped in a dirty cotton handkerchief. The cloth has "Remember Me, Daniel" handstitched in ugly blue felt lettering.
•A child's porcelain piggy-bank. "In Case Of Emergency: Break!" is written on the side in red sharpie. Inside is $852 in denominations of $5 and $10 bills, as well as a single two-dollar bill.
•A lump of moon rock in a hermetically-sealed jar.
•There's a trapdoor in the container's floor with half-a-dozen heavy bolts keeping it shut tight. Opening it uncovers a set of stairs leading into a basement below...
•A ouija board constructed out of newspaper clippings glued to the back of a ceral box. Seems only to communicate with a dead (though friendly) Toledo, Ohio, car mechanic named Frank, who died in 1979 and knows very little about life outside mundane Mid-West America.
>Thousands upon thousands of polaroids, all seemingly taken from directly behind the same young woman in various surroundings.
>A spinning wheel which may be used to spin gold thread from blonde hair.
>A container filled with stacks of the entire Animorphs series of YA novels, including four which were never published.
>A live miniature pony wearing a birthday hat.
>An incredibly powerful permanent magnet which has become affixed to the inside wall of one container and attached it to its neighboring container, which includes an identical magnet on the corresponding wall.
>An antique telegraph machine which does not appear to be attached to anything, but which occasionally taps out messages in an indecipherable code.
>A container entirely filled with limited edition Beanie-Babies, and a cheap Hallmark card bearing the inscription "For Amanda".
>the surroundings of a blue container seem to be deeply frosted over every morning, it contains a roughly head sized near perfectly cut polyhedral ruby.
>A freezer container with *pic* inside, the nose is keratin and both it and the spleen are according to DNA from the same creature which shares 99,9% of it with horses.
>4997 tires, all refurbished and sized for a lawnmower or small tractor.
>A container devoid of all content except for a ring binder, which contains a shipping manifest from 4 years ago. All 3 dozen containers listed in the manifest were carrying something written as "XVBB2", with no two sharing number of units per crate or net weight. The destination field is blank.
>A collection of mid-14th century Spanish swords that seem to be completely authentic, except that one of them is stamped "Made in South Africa" on one side of the blade and "1974" on the other. All blades seem to have been made with authentic, period techniques.
>A container stacked floor to ceiling with small cardboard boxes for some kind of small appliance called "The Amazing Whatchamadoodle!". None of the box blurbs explain what it is or what it does. All of the boxes are empty.
>An atmosphere controlled container marked "Snow, 1 unit". It is full of mold.
>An old Soviet off-road construction rig. It needs new spark plugs and a battery, and the crane in the back needs a new winch motor, but it is otherwise completely functional.
>>47589791
>Cold. The interior of the container is always -5 C, the exterior of the container is cool to the touch regardless of the exterior temperature. Breaking the walls of the crate will release thermodynamic demons. They will repair the crate and resume cooling it.
>A series of Grey shipping containers that contain books marked as belonging to the Catholic Library of Leuven, carved amber panels, bronzes from across history. The shipping manifest lists the destination simply as "The Necropolis".
>A collection of exquisitely carved and ornately painted eggshells. Some of the eggs are disturbingly large. When some of the eggs are spun, the play of light and shadow through the carved holes seems to create three dimensional images in the center. They cannot be adequately described but create a vague sense of unease. The shells themselves appear to be significantly more durable than tool steel.
>>47603005
>While certain landmarks in the freight depot are always recognizable, the maze of shipping containers can sometimes shift and rearrange itself, severely disorienting the PCs.
I like where this thread is going. Too bad i never actually play this.
The contents of the container consist of a small collection of school desks all pointing towards the back of the container where a larger desk is set up in front of a old blackboard.
>An officially published, first edition, leather bound hardcopy for the somewhat popular ttrpg "Everyone is John" sitting in the middle of an otherwise empty container
>>47601126
>One tawny yellow shipping container holds an entire taxidermy bison and a display case with a Sharps Model 1874 Rifle inside, and a wooden case of ammunition for this weapon.
<whimpers in /k/>
Why you gotta do this to me, anon?
>>47603546
I'm not sure if it's more amazing that damn near everything on earth is moved via standard metal box, or that the box is a relatively recent invention.
>a set of shipping containers meant to be combined then buried to be used as an underground bunker, the containers containing tools and instructions on how to do this
>barrels of motor oil, but one of the barrels is empty except for a stainless steel metal box stamped with a bio hazard symbol and a note saying "EXTREMELY virulent! Do not expose to air!"
>poached rhino horns
>>47589791
>a shipment of water chips for vault 13
>crate full of tricycles that are missing one wheel
>crate full of realdolls *male*
>crate full of shattered dreams
>>47589791
>a single chess board sitting atop a rickety card table
>the white king is toppled on the board
>there are thousands of chessmen from hundreds of sets scattered on the floor
>the back of the container is covered in dried blood
>Ten cassette tapes, each labeled with a genre of music. They seem to be normal mix tapes of that genre except they cannot be rewound and both sides are the same. Even if flipped they play from the exact same spot. The total play time for each tape is 6.5 weeks if left running all along. If the tape is allowed to run anyone present will wake up missing one finger and the tape will have 6.5 weeks of new music on it. No word on what happens if someone without any fingers is present for the ending of the tape.
>400 burritos that never go bad. They're not in any sort of container and have no wrapping. The ones on the ground have dirt on them, obviously. No creature will go near them. Not insects or larger animals, all of which become violent if forcibly brought near the food. The burritos have no effect on humans. If the burritos are eaten or disassembled the effect on animals is nullified. Even if a burrito is disassembled and then reassembled with the exact same ingredients the new burrito seems mundane in every way. The burritos are beef, and identical save for the amount of hot sauce within them.
>The ability to speak another language. Anyone standing within the crate finds themselves capable of understanding and speaking another language, completely incapable of speaking any language they originally knew (unless by chance the language granted by the crate is one they originally spoke, which can happen). The selection seems to be random but usually favors real languages. Other languages observed include Klingon, Tolkien's Elvish, some form of binary, and several languages that could not be identified. The subject ceases to be able to speak the language upon leaving the crate (unless they knew it originally) and subjects who reenter the crate will always speak the same language each time
>>47605292
>A manifest of what ISN'T in any of the crates
This one took us a while to figure out.
>It takes the form of a small tablet PC (the only thing in the crate). The on/off switch doesn't do anything and the battery meter is stuck on 54% despite the fact that we've never charged it once and we've had it for a week. We would take it apart but we don't want to risk breaking it.
>The tablet contains a numbered list of items, roughly 700 strong (though it changes at times). The number of certain items changes at times (for instance it lists a number of fruit flies which constantly changes) and new items appear or disappear from the list periodically. The list is in no particular order that we can determine.
>We figured it out when we came upon three entries:
#276: 1 (one) Cassette tape labeled "Heavy Metal" with 1.32 weeks worth of play time left
#409: 3 1/2 (three and one half) burritos, shunned by all creatures save for humans
#459: 1 (one) Human male, 27.43 years old, bearing the name of Richard [REDACTED]
>Richard is one of us, last name has been redacted from the record for safety reasons. Entry 409 was an accurate count of all burritos currently outside of the crates. It was this entry that was most useful in figuring out what the manifest did since destroying that half a burrito changed the number to 3. Removing another burrito from the crate changed it to 4 and then putting all burritos back in the crate changed it to zero. The last step was accomplished by Richard, removing his name from the list until he exited the crate again. For whatever reason the "Heavy Metal" cassette is the only one the list tracks. Experimenting with the other nine yields no results but the "Heavy Metal" cassette will always be listed if it's not in a crate (any crate within the ship yard seems to count. We haven't had a chance to experiment with other shipping crates)
>Numbers change as objects are added or removed from the list
>>47605409
Maybe we shouldn't be playing with this stuff. The manifest popped up an entry labeled "The woman who will murder Jason [REDACTED] (entry #397 at the time). Despite our best efforts to do something about that Jason's last name was quite common and within a couple of days of that entry being added it changed to "The woman who murdered Jason [REDACTED]" and now seems to be a permanent fixture of the list.
After the change in the entry we scoured the news and came up with a story about a recently murdered man by the same name. According to the site we found the article on the prime suspect is male and we're still on the fence about how to let the authorities know they might have the wrong person or even if we should.
>>47605484
I'm going to stop now since I have a splitting head ache.
Thanks to the pills we found in that yellow crate I haven't slept in about a month but if I don't take one every twenty four hours the headaches come back. I got up to thirty six hours from my last dose before I went into convulsions and had to be force fed another pill.
They don't seem to have any side effects so long as I keep taking them and I haven't felt sleepy once since I started. The only down sides seem to be that I will likely die if I quit taking the pills, My brain THROBS if I wait too long for a dose... and I amp ainfuly aware that while the stack or pills is immense in that crate, it isn't endless.
>>47598289
Leave Daisoujou alone, he's an easy battle anyway.
>>47602008
It was a kidney.
>>47605646
damnation! i blame lack of sleep!
>Stuffed inside an aggressively brown shipping container appear to be the contents of an entire country/western themed bar. Amidst the jumble of stools, tables and hay bales, the PCs will also find a jukebox loaded with various past and present country/western hits, plentiful bottles of spirits, some quite rare, in various states of fullness, and a mechanical riding bull with its difficulty setting stuck on "paint-mixer."
>One gaudy yellow shipping container seems to have a rat's nest of extension cords and electrical cables leading into it and many strange flashes and noises coming from inside. Further investigation will reveal that the container hides a small arcade's worth of gaming cabinets and pinball machines, all in more or less) working order. Most of these machines are classics that could fetch a pretty penny or just be great fun to play. A few the PCs have never seen before. What the hell is "Polybius," anyway?
>One drab green shipping container appears to have had air holes cut in the walls and roof, and seems to have served as a cage or trap for some sort of very large, very violent beast. Inside the container may be found a high-tech, high-powered rifle, a large number of spent brass and a mangled bush-hat with unidentifiable teeth set in the band. There is no sign of their owner, but by the time the PCs discover this, the doors have stood open and the container left empty for a long time, suggesting that whatever had been kept inside is now out and loose.
>>47598289
If the boxes are left undisturbed, you can hear the monks chanting together in a raspy whisper almost too soft to hear.
>>47589791
Russian nesting crates.
From outside the box you can hear a quiet sobbing, and the sounds of someone shuffling around.
Inside the box is a small doll sitting on a stool.
>Inside another container comes the sounds of rapid-fire banging and clanging. Opening the doors reveal that there's some sort of localized whirlwind or poltergeist activity flinging the container's contents around willy-nilly.
>A variety of fake jewelry, both glass and plastic. Still somewhat valuable due to theater jewelry not being free. Three pieces appear to be genuine precious amber, but have precisely the same size, shape, flaws, and beetle within, suggesting high quality forgery/synthesis
>437 boxes of various Hostess baked goods. Primarily Snowballs, three cases of Twinkies. All within expiration date.
>A shipment of clothing for a defunct chain of baby clothes store
>Three unused Maytag washing machines, 2012-2014 models. Fourteen scrapped machines, can be disassembled and combined into a further six working units.
>Twenty-eight garbage bags full of loose clothing, sized XXL male, in various shades of green
>Production supplies (story boards, concept art, musical compositions, voice recordings, etc.) for a failed cartoon studio. Appears to have fallen under own weight of overambitious first project. No single aspect of work is finished, often with multiple drafts nearly done then thrown out to begin again.
>A Container filled with RRAB-3 cluster bombs each with, according to the cards, a complimentary bottle of finnish tar and vodka spirit. Dated 1940, with the reciever as Vyacheslav M.M. Moscov
>Seven hundred taxidermied squirrels. Pristine conditions, naturalistic poses, oaken stands.
>Sixteen cases of artificial log fire kits
>A large selection of Riddler merchandise, some of which appears to be mock-up prototypes never put into mass production
>Several thousand novelty jars, in eighteen varieties, with laser etched color holograms of what is labeled as "Human Soul" on the side
>Nineteen pieces of furniture made to appear as large tabletop gaming dice
>Eight mock-ups of human anatomy made with separate forms of robotic designs each
>Forty-eight sea-chests, each full of the personal belongings of a sailor from the U.S. Navy. All appear to belong to the same family, all lost their lives during the last seventeen wars with U.S. Naval involvement
>Three metric tons of freeze dried berries. One half ton of blueberry, blackberry, strawberry, elderberry, cranberry, and raspberry each
>A series of ornate scythes more fitting for decorative purposes than farm work. Accompanying promotional materials market them as weapons: well balanced, able to cut through many things impressive to cut through, and so on
>>47589791
A group of LARPers really splurged on their foreign-made, period exact arms and armor. Shame their purchase got lost between here and there.
>noble-garb, leathers, and chainmail armor for every member of the party. One suit of plate armor for a man and horse each.
>Swords, axes, shields, crossbows, bows, bolas, a joiusting lance, a couple ballistas, and a disassembled trebuchet.
Make sure one person fits the horse armor onto a motercycle, dons the plate and lance, and fucks shit up.
>>47609276
> Are you sure this is safe? I mean, these swords might hurt a little...
> Relax, we're wearing the armor, plus these things don't have an edge!
> I guess you're right. Plus I've always wanted to siege a castle. Even if it's a slapdash cargo container palace...
> That's the spirit! Now then, men. CHARGE!
And so the battle of Fort Kickass was fought valiantly by the men and women of the Happycrate shipping company.
>The doors on one particular shipping container do not seem to open onto that container's interior, but instead open outward onto another location across the freight depot.
>A pristine, silvery-white container appears to be filled with shipments of recorders, piccolos, slide whistles and other small flutelike instruments, all manufactured by the Wilkinson Whistle Company.
>A yellow container is filled with apiarist's bee hives, and though the honey the hives produce is sure to be delicious, the bees are agitated after their long confinement.
•The wall is adorned with an eye-catching red scroll, replete with elegant flourishes and gold Traditional Chinese calligraphy. It reads: "Lord of Magnificent Beard"
•A Grundig GS350DL portable AM/FM/shortwave radio.
•3 shovels and 2 picks.
•Three-pound sledgehammer - the words "The Tickler" are crudely etched into one side.
•Beretta M9 9mm pistol, 3 15 round magazines, UM82 holster, pistol belt and dual magazine pouch in a gym bag with two boxes ( 100 rounds ) of 9mm FMJ ammunition. A trace of the pistol's serial number indicates it was sold to the New York State National Guard ( 42nd infantry division ).
•Collection of confidential reports submitted between January 1963 and December 1990 to various Avation Safety Boards in the US, Canada, UK and Denmark. A handwritten note reads: "recommend pull files March 2000, DBR" The reports are of unusual observations made by pliots of transatlantic flights while crossing the ice over northern Canada and Greenland. Most of the reports describe patterns of lights seen on the ground. (These are the four countries which control the most northerly transatlantic crossings, Greenland falling under Danish control for much of the period.)
•"Book of Humble Prayers" - a thin black booklet seemingly of children's prayers, circa 1850. However, the children depicted in the line art drawings seem to have a disturbing otherworldly look, with knowing eyes and leering faces. Reciting the prayers leads to unpleasant dreams of eating human flesh and scrabbling through black earth (possible SAN loss on those of faith).
•A ouija board constructed out of newspaper clippings glued to the back of a ceral box. Seems only to communicate with a dead (though friendly) Toledo, Ohio, car mechanic named Frank, who died in 1979 and knows very little about life outside mundane Mid-West America.
•A cardboard box full of 20 cheap Chinese plastic masks with rubber bands. They appear to be some Power Rangers knock off.
•A Nikon D90 Digital Camera with an empty 32GB memory card.
•A black money-belt containing ten Krugerrand gold coins worth approximately $400 each.
•A pair of snow-shoes.
•A beat-up leather wallet containing $500 in small, worn bills.
•1 space pen and pad of Rite in the Rain All-Weather writing paper
•A large-ish leatherette zippercase. Opening the case reveals a complete set of dissecting instruments, of the sort that a medical school student would use in class. The instruments look used but are also well maintained (i.e., blades were recently replaced and are new, probes have been honed, et al.)
•A plastic bag containing the broken, burned and acid-pitted remains of a 10' wooden pole.
•A museum display case, 4'x2'x1', with a broken pane of glass in front. Inside are four dream-catchers, each with multi-colored feathers. Each dream-catcher has a plaque in the case listing the origins (Bayou country, Louisiana) and the dates of creation (1926-39). A fifth dream-catcher is clearly missing.
•3 sets of cast iron manacles (ankle, wrist, and neck) - these are quite old and rusty. There are layers upon layers of blood and old skin on the inside of all of them.
•A wicker picnic hamper containing a mummified civet cat.
•A Yithian lightning gun - made from landfill electronics junk.
>Various smaller boxes, apparently meant to be shipped on a ship called the UES Contact Light. Players are filled with an inexplicable urge to use these items for combat, even the biohazardous ones.
>>47592048
>The complete box set of Bernstein/stain Bears
>>47600713
the needle is a phylactery isn't it
>>47613523
That of the owner of the account, ready to take over your body when you eventually prick yourself with it.
So, this shipping company has gone out of business long ago, leaving behind this huge container graveyard. What do the PCs do when they realize that new containers keep arriving?
slightly yellowing papers, showing signs of advanced age, dictating the opener's thoughts right up to the moment of the box being opened.
the pages have been thumbed through many times, with certain key thoughts highlighted, or crossed out, with multiple coffee stains. Someone clearly has read through them in intricate detail at some point.
>a container filled to the brim with Windows 95 For Dummies books. According to the manifest this container arrived in the late 80s and has stood unopened since then.
>container with two old-style shipping crates in it. Both are filled with old sawdust and each contain a exquisite skull, slightly bigger than a regular human one, seemingly made from one solid piece of quartz. On the wall is a yellowed old paper reading "Deliver Before: 01/05/1955" and a smaller note pinned to it with "Send these to M. I know for a fact one is fake but i can't make out which. Maybe she can figure it out /D" on it.
A locked shipping container full of dehydrated africans.
A shipping container absolutely full of sex toys.
>One purple shipping container holds a worktable with an industrial vacuum-sealing machine and shelves upon shelves of vacuum-sealed items, organized alphabetically by type. These items appear to be random household goods, selected with little rhyme or reason.
>>47613679
Groan in exasperation that their work is being undone, and bitch that they'll never get everything cataloged/sold off at this rate.
>>47613679
Mixed joy at endless adventure coming to them, fear and confusion as to why. Curiosity as to how these containers show up and who (or what) keeps putting such odd things in them.
>>47614904
>how these containers show up
That's easy. Huge shipping vessels roll up to the dock and unload them (With their own cranes if necessary). They have paperwork saying that these things need to go here, but it's all smudged in the important parts, like where the fuck this stuff came from in the first place and who keeps paying to have stuff shipped here.
If the PCs try to prevent this, the crew has a very "The paper says it goes here, so here it goes" attitude about the whole thing.
>>47615147
"Listen here pal. It says right here in my manifest: 'five containers to be delivered to Voynich Freightlines, Arkham Harbor, Quay-13. I don't care whether you want to sign for your damn 'Talking Tina" dolls or not, those freaky little things are not coming back onboard my ship."
>>47615611
>>47589791
Dead ilegal chinese immigrants.
>>47589791
One of the shipping containers is bigger on the inside than its exterior would suggest.
a.) The container is two to ten times bigger on the inside than outside. The PCs could use this for anything they can think of.
b.) The contain is actually a doorway to somewhere else. It could be somewhere else in the world, a demiplane, or even a completely different world/universe.
c.) It's not a container. It's a camouflaged battle tank from the future.
913 Russian nesting dolls. Closer inspection reveal them to be solid wood, with no means of being opened, merely painted, lacquered, and carved to resemble normal examples.
>Container is near filled to the brim with rotting potatoes extending wispy stalks toward the crack of light through the door, underneath are 8 wooden crates each containing 12 slightly rusted VZ-58 rifles.
>Container has a large Iraqi flag draped over several reinforced aluminium containers with 'radioactive material' hazard signs, containers are empty, but geiger counter clicks.
>2000 CRT computer monitors, brown-tinted beige, probably working.
>A Mil-24D Hind canopy assembly, mostly intact including avionics.
>400 crates of barred import Canadian maple syrup, which when fermented was found to be a strong hallucinogenic.
>Stacked with 44 Gal drums of used cooking oil.
>Boxes of antique oriental vases, furniture and floor mats, In the middle is a large glass container with a kneeling ornamental, but battle-scarred, suit of samurai armour.
>A hobo, startled that you found his home, but friendly enough to offer you hooch from his still, if you let him continue living there. Has a strange unplaceable accent.
>11 Vending machines for Crystal Pepsi, very old with rust and flaking paint, some may still be stocked.
>An office, with filing cabinets, a small desk and chair, battery lamp, papers littered about. A typewriter is still sitting with a fresh page loaded in, letterhead is dated for two weeks in the future from now.
One container full of my live for every anon on this thread
And one full of severed left hands
>>47589791
>implying that they'd open the containers
>implying that they wouldn't broker a reality TV deal that's yet another Storage Wars knockoff and then auction them all off
>>47613679
Considering most containers have creepy as fuck shit in them. They lock the main gate and simply never open to anyone, container delivery trucks can go fuck themselves.
>>47615611
Same thing as >>47621853 except its by locking the cranes this time. Let's see boat guys unload the creepy doll container by hand.
>If they drop it on the quay, push it to sea with a forklift.
>>47619796
>Destinataire : Roi Phillipe de Belgique
>"Remember the good days"
what was labeled as large amount of 'live shipped chicks' has turned into a lot of chick bones and a few large chickens who seem to have survived by not being very picky
the chickens attack the players upon opening.
>>47589791
>>47589946
Paraphelia and documents of discharge that hint to a full blown direct armed conflict between west powers and soviets. These were not agents doing proxy work, but boots on the ground soldiers fighting against soviet troops.
•2 Sledgehammers
•An unopened pack of unsharpened #1 pencils.
•A coarse hemp rope. The rope is 24 feet long, 3/4" thick and has a large knot tied every 2 feet. Attached to it is a steel grappling hook.
•Four pounds of homemade venison jerky, sealed in Ziploc bags.
•An eSATA write-protection box, as used by computer forensics team to avoid tainting hard-drives they are working on.
•2 oz WD-40 spray can
•One portable space heater, rated for indoor use, with three propane fuel cylinders.
•A set of AN/PVS-7 Night Vision Goggles. Needs new batteries (2x AA)..
•A brown cardboard box labeled with the name of a high school in the local area. The box is filled with confiscated cellphones, CD players and other items. Closer examination will reveal the Yellow Sign has been painted on two of the CD players with white out.
•A complete length of tongue, ripped out at the root and wrapped in cellophane. You can tell it's human due to the barbell piercing near the tip. Sanity loss is 1/1D3.
•A handwritten 1927 autobiographical text by Albert N. Wilmarth, folklorist and assistant professor of English at Miskatonic University. It tells of his investigation into the strange events following that year's historic Vermont floods...
>>47623315
The whole freight depot and the shipping company's disorganized and somewhat incomprehensible records-keeping are FULL of hints and suggestions and implications that the history of the world that we're all familiar with might not be the history that actually happened, or may be one of a multiplicity of histories from which the shipping containers and their contents are sent.
>>47623394, >>47621890, >>47621853, >>47615611, >>47614904, >>47614768, >>47613679
What would happen if the shipping company weren't quite so out-of-business as it seems? The PCs spend some time getting acclimated to the place, poking around inside the containers, dealing with their dangers and selling off a few of their treasures when they receive a notice that some ship will be stopping by in two days to pick up Containers #FH-1147 and #ZZ-8808?
And let's say that Container #FH-1147 is completely full of candycorn with a few plastic pumpkin buckets buried in it, so the PCs have no problem getting rid of that one, but Container #ZZ-8808 appears to contain a Cold War era thermonuclear device that makes sending that container off a bit more worrying.
>the container does not open from either end as most containers but instead flips open revealing an incredibly detailed diorama of the city, with soft music playing as the tiny figures move about set tracks. The players and the shipping yard are absent.
>anyone who observes the diorama for a great length of time will be haunted by bizzare dreams and find it hard to get the pleasant tinkling music box music out of their head.
>>47623490
i dont know about other people but every time one of my parties has encountered some sort of weapon of mass destruction, it's gone off, effectively ending the campaign.
>One plain green shipping container appears to have been outfitted as a "Bug-Out Box" by some kind of secret agent. The doors and interior appear to have been reinforced, and stocked inside is a three-month supply of food and water, several lockers' worth of weapons, ammunition and body armor, $250,000 in cash and an astonishing assortment of fake I.D.s and passports among other less obviously useful items. Going by the expiration dates on the food items and passports, it doesn't seem as if anyone's visited this container since the mid 1990s.
>>47589791
>In a dilapidated red shipping container, you find a meth lab with a recently deceased cook laying on the floor.
>>47609160
>>Forty-eight sea-chests, each full of the personal belongings of a sailor from the U.S. Navy. All appear to belong to the same family, all lost their lives during the last seventeen wars with U.S. Naval involvement
Have there even been 17 wars that the US was involved in, let along the US Navy?
Heh, now I'm imagining that at a certain point, the chests stop containing objects of European origin, and start containing the personal belongings of native Americans, who died in naval combat before Columbus ever set sail.
>>47624567
It could be another case of misplaced history.
>>47624567
There have been several wars that the navy was involved in that the us didn't offically participate in.
>Within a rusty green shipping container are thousands of dollars' worth of alligator-skin boots, bags and wallets, as well as one very large, very angry alligator.
>The inside of another nondescript blue shipping container is completely filled by a twisted, interlocked tangle of 1970s-era stainless steel flatware.
>One off-white shipping container left on its side holds a Laundromat's worth of old industrial washers and dryers, inside of which may be found $437.83 in loose change.
>A glossy black shipping container secrets an astonishingly extensive collection of scripts, costumes and other memorabilia from the hit Broadway Musical "CATS."
>A heavily-dented red shipping container is found to hold eight disassembled civil-war 12-pounder "Napoleon" field cannons and a rare 50's era Coca Cola vending machine.
•A blue T-shirt. On the front is an eagle clutching an AK-47 in it's claws over a banner that reads 'U.S. Postal Workers Union. Dial 911."
•A pair of welding goggles. A small laser pointer has been taped to one side so that it will shine on whatever the wearer is looking at. The laser pointer requires fresh batteries.
•A muslim prayer rug. Not very big, but quite thick, with brilliant red and blue abstract patterns on it.
•6 MREs (Meals Ready to Eat), removed from their packaging and put into slide-lock plastic bags.
•A 1954 Sparton color television, packed carefully in a cardboard box filled with packing peanuts. If examined the television is inoperable- significant modification has been made to the internal wiring. A number of Regency TR-1 transistor radios have been soldered into the basic wiring. If carefully examined, a number of stange pencil markings in a curvilinear script can be spotted on the back of the television. They are untranslateable.
•A shoebox with a collection of photographs from the 60s. They appear to be some kind of lab photographs, or portraits of individuals in 40s-era finery. Most of the photos are hard to make out, because they have red marker over large sections of them. An Idea check will allow the PCs to arrange the photographs so the lines match up, forming the words "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing..." over the photographs.
>Just when the PCs think they're going to have an easy day with no new shipments incoming or outgoing, the doors to a dozen shipping containers burst open, disgorging a surreal, ragtag group of urban youths hell-bent on expressing themselves through music and dance.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04HywlWHHLg
Well, it looks like this thread has just about run its course. Some anon was kid enough to archive it on Sup/tg/ so please feel free to give it a vote upwards if you've found it enjoyable:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Shipping+Container+Contents
> One crate full of assorted deconstructed ikea furniture, directions not included.
> One crate with three very unhappy and hungry weasels of unknown species. The floor is covered with weasel skeletons.
> One crate contains only a potted plant that only grows if watered with salt or salt-water and left in near- or absolute darkness. Prolonged exposure to light kills the plant. Resembles a sunflower.
> One crate contains a fossilized skeleton of something resembling a large winged lizard (One of the PCs may name the creature if they get an archaeologist to look at it, because it has, indeed, never been discovered beforehand)
> One crate is filled with crates of thousands of packaged toothpicks.
>>47624567
>Cold War (downed sub, radiation baby!)
>Korean War
>WW2
>WW1 (Merchant Marine)
>Spanish American War
>American Civil War
>Mexican-American War?
>Barbary Wars (1 & 2)
>War of 1812
>Revolutionary War
>Seven Years War (French - Indian War)
>War of Austrian Succession?
>War of Spanish Succession?
Thats 14 with 3 missing.
> One brown-red container has an old, circa 1960s black limousine inside it, keys still in the ignition. The limo has no roof, and there appears to be a blood stain in the back seat and trunk of the car. The car runs fine, but doesn't have functional tires.
> A black container is sealed shut with a series of bolts, locks, and screws. If broken into the contents inside burn into a pile of ashes. To safely enter it and see the contents you must solve the 12-digit rotational tumbler on the main lock. Inside is a functional printing press for making paper money, but the serial numbers on all the bills locks in to the same 12 digit code to enter the container.
> One container has props, early scripts, and special effects equipment slated for use in the filming of "Revenge of the Jedi." One edit of the script has it be that Han doesn't survive the unfreezing of the carbonite, and Luke killing the emperor after the emperor kills Darth Vader for disobeying him.
>>47624567
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_wars_involving_the_United_States
Wikipedia lists more than eighty-some wars the U.S. was involved in, don't know about specifically Navy-involved.
>>47589791
The shipping container is a portal to another shipping container at the other end of the depot.
They're linked through subspace, and they might even work when moved.
>>47610823
>The doors on one particular shipping container do not seem to open onto that container's interior, but instead open outward onto another location across the freight depot.
>>47616528
>b.) The contain is actually a doorway to somewhere else. It could be somewhere else in the world, a demiplane, or even a completely different world/universe.
>>47633426 here, fudge. I even Ctrl+F'd "portal", "entry", and "entrance", to see if I was late. And then I was anyway.
This is what I get when I don't read the thread first lol
>>47635477
Always room enough for more portal shenanigans.
>>47635837
Ok then, how about this? If we accept the "dumping ground for reality-shift evidence" idea, then one container holds a jumper device, capable of sending a person to one of those other realities... or back to just before the reality shift occurred. Perhaps the players then have a temporal cold war with The Bad Guys, trying to save our world while figuring out what They want.
Or something like that.
The door of this faded blue container slides open at the faintest touch, inside it is packed wall to wall with crumpled and wrapped up diapers. Upon hesitant inspection, each of the diapers is perfectly clean. There is a shipping manifest taped to the inside of the door, stating: "Dirty Diapers, Box 1 of 2"
Once we lifted a container at the yard I was working at, and there were so many maggots under it that you couldn't see the ground.
Also, water gets into a container sitting on the ground easier than it gets out, so they tend to fill up on rainy days. If the container has something dangerous in it that also floats, opening it would be a very poor idea.
>>47635989
I think that there being a device or artifact that allows for alternate timeline shenanigans is fine for a one of our containers' contents, but probably shouldn't be the focus of Shipping Company or its "Original Owners," per se. An old freighter pulls up along the quay and drops off ten containers in the dead of the night. A big rig hauls in at dawn and leaves a few crates and cases lighter. Three guys roll an unidentified barrel in through the front gate with an "invoice" scribbled on the back of a Burger King napkin. Just what I'm imagining.
bimp
>>47636853
When a new container is dropped off, I would assume that the PCs would fight over who opens it first. Whether they're fighting over who GETS to open it first or who HAS to open it first would depend on the players and whether they'd been relatively lucky with the contents of the last few.
Also, I would assume that even though standardized steel containers have been the focus of this thread, that not every shipment this company receives will be in one.
>>47630871
Several invasions in middle america.
>One standard orange container is filled with a jumbled shipment of ceramic toilets, many having been cracked or broken in transit. Stuffed into one of the toilet's tanks is a plastic shopping bag with more than thirteen thousand dollars in cash and several pieces of very expensive jewelry inside.
>Loaves and loaves of stale bread of all varieties.
>>47643728
>Anomalous objects have been baked into those loaves. Files, lightbulbs, sets of car keys, statuettes. Some are valuable or at least useful, while most are simply strange.
Along those lines:
>One bright red shipping container holds inside it several dozen pallets of boxes, each marked with the smiling feline logo of the "Lucky Cat Cookie Co." Containing thousands of individually wrapped fortune cookies. When opened, the fortune inside day cookie proves to be strangely specific and genuinely prophetic.
>A partially-crumpled shipping container has been filled top to bottom with tightly rolled old carpets, several of which are expensive Persian antiques and one of which proves to be a priceless medieval tapestry.
>>47612383
Mah nigga.
>a model bathroom all set up and put together. Although no pipes or wires are connected to it the water flows and lights/fans work. Removing anything from the container makes that appliance stop working.
>a giant oyster that takes up the entire container. Any attempts to saw through it are unsuccessful as the shell is too thick. Any attempts at prying it open are unsuccessful as the "tongue" will snatch whatever is being used and pull it inside never to be seen again. Someone has attached dinner plate sized googly eyes to the front of it though.
>a card table with a single ice cube on it. The ice is seemingly melting judging by the trickles of water running down the table, but it never gets any smaller.
>a printed out copy of this thread
>>47643875
>When opened, the fortune inside day cookie proves to be strangely specific and genuinely prophetic.
So you have to come up with a suitable not-vague sounding prophecy each time a player opens one, and then make it happen, ideally without railroading the fuck out of anything.
Either prepare an assload of prophecies beforehand, and have your players just ignore the cookies, or don't, and have them open three dozen.
Then when the prophecy comes true, they've forgotten about them already.
>>47643897
>"Raj, that's the third crowbar the thing's eaten. Give it up."
>"No way man! Just IMAGINE the size of the pearl inside this big bastard! If we can get at it, that pearl might just be worth enough dough to get us out from under this haunted shipwreck of a company."
>"Yeah, maybe, but..."
>"But what, Tony?"
>"It's the eyes, alright? It just looks so sad that you're trying to crack it open..."
>"Unbelievable..."
And that's how the crew adopted their new pet, Big Bastard. Also, I can't help but imagine it sitting in a plastic kiddie pool filled with saltwater.
>>47644077
The prophecies could all be pursuant to things they'll find in future containers they open, or could be hints as to how to defeat a monster or crack a combination or overcome an obstacle. Essentially, make the fortune cookies "clue coupons" that the players can use to get a little information from the GM, but only have there be maybe one box of them instead of a whole container such that they become a finite resource that the PCs must think hard about using.
>Two 60 year old men angrily locked in a staring contest. Talking to them yields angry, curt answers. They seem pretty knowledgable though so ask them about anything and you'll get a generally close answer, but they both contradict each other and you can never quite tell who's right. Also, tryin to block their sight or moving them away from each other makes them fly into a frantic rage and yell about how you're letting the other one cheat. They will always try their hardest to go back to a position to lock eyes again, even teleporting if you take your eyes off them for too long.
>a container with a barred window at the end, the view of which is a large meadow with a line of trees and bright blue sky. The window always has a nice flow of fresh springtime air.
>two power strips plugged into each other. The words "infinite power" are scribbled in red sharpie along the entire inside of the container in every known language. The powerstrips do not, in fact, produce infinite power.
>an entire Douglas Fir tree surrounded by piles of pages that appear to be a fully written, but never published, anime called Boku No Tree.
>an atomic clock that always syncs to your timeline and chimes every hour on the half hour. Doesn't seem to have batteries but never turns off.
>a box with some socks, a few clocks, a fox, gold from Fort Knox, some rocks, ham hocks, glocks, alphabet blocks, and a couple of locks. all neatly arranged and bundles nicely. Attached is a shipping tag to a Doc. Seuss.
>the long lost brother of whoever opens the crate. Still alive, nothing wrong. Just fell asleep in his normal life and woke up as the crate is opened.
>a hotel janitorial cart filled with all necessary items.
> a crate of waffle irons that have seemingly random letters stamped into it. Astute PCs will notice that the party's names are included on several of them.
Found around the Freight Depot outside and around the shipping containers:
>A modest, two-story bungalow-style house, seemingly well-maintained but possessing doors and windows that have been locked, barred and boarded up from the inside. A little patient eavesdropping will suggest that there is a family of four living inside that desperately wants the PCs to leave.
>Covered with an old tarpaulin is a mid-nineties news van with four flat tires and a faded paint job identifying it as belonging to a familiar local television station. The interior of the van has been jam-packed full of scripts, memos and archival footage on VHS and film, the contents of which are unsettling.
>A playful collection of lawn jockeys, garden gnomes and other outdoor decorations can be found posed in rather darkly humorous scenes all around the freight depot. Worryingly, these scenes change regularly, and seem to depict an ongoing war between two factions for control of the depot.
>A towering mountain of shipping containers at one end of the freight depot appears to house a kind of labyrinth, at the center of which is a "courtyard" in which an ancient Egyptian obelisk has been erected.
>>47645173
>leave polite note offering to mediate the dispute between the Lawn Gnome factions
>polite note is found with addenum in precise, flourishing, yet rather small script agreeing to offer
>negotiations take place over a month or so of note-swapping
>become the effectual UN of the Lawn Gnomes
>>47644605
I want a personalized waffle iron.
>A severely rusted crate in the corner refuses to open even with the use of modern-day tools. A pice of paper is inserted into one of the cracks in the container, containing very specific instructions on how to open it.
>Six filing cabinets lined up on the left side of the container while the right side is filled with newspaper clippings depicting events with dates from 3000 years ago. The filing cabinets are empty.
>A large cage with the skeletal remains of an animal and, presumably, the body of its handler locked in its jaws.
>the contents of the 4chan archive printed out in old fashiond printer paper with the tear away sides. It fills the container entirely.
>A fantastically gross but exceptionally valuable collection of preserved entomological specimens.
Let's not forget the plentiful steel barrels scattered around the freight depot either:
>A Peruvian mummy in possession of a Walkman with matching headphones and a Cindi Lauper cassette.
>A giant, spring-loaded boa constrictor that pops out as the drum is opened.
>Dozens of old straight-to-VHS sequels to Disney movies that may or may not actually exist.
>A glowing blue liquid that tastes like ozone but let's you get rip-roaringly drunk without the subsequent hangover.
>Hundreds and hundreds of misprinted but otherwise normal "Tutleist" golf balls.
>>47649335
One steel barrel is continuously rolling around the place, bumping into things and changing direction like a Roomba.
>>47650494
It can never be caught, and if the PCs corner it, it simply rolls up the wall to escape.
>>47592437
Sounds like a crappy SCP
>>47589791
I rolled 'A paperback book: "Saxons, Vikings, and Celts: The Genetic Roots of Britain and Ireland".' then i looked at my desk very scared.
It just sits fucking there near me.
This one supposed to be mundane not supernatural.
>>47650813
Have you finished reading it?
>>47650588
The metallic chittering sound it makes scooting up and over the container wall out of sight sounds all too much like laughter as it does so, too.
Three hundred thousand tons of export-quality dried mangoes.
>>47650813i t k n o w s
I'll try to come up with more once I get home from work.
> One rather muddy container is filled to the brim with a steel haystack. Metal shavings just the right shape as to be the size of dried, cut grass, and painted to look like them. Astoundingly sharp. May or may not contain one rubber needle.
> One container has "DO NOT OPEN" painted on the doors, and contains a very friendly horse on the inside. The floor is covered in hay and has two troughs - one is filled with water, which is getting low, and the other is (or was) filled with raw meat, and mostly empty. Bones are scattered over the floor of the container. The horse has a collar with a note that says "DO NOT LET OUT OF SIGHT"
> A dark blue container is filled to the brim with ice. If examined, it can be ascertained by specialists to be ice from the North Pole. Several fish of unknown species are frozen in the ice. They are dead.
> One container is filled with exquisite taxidermy statues of varying kinds. One, in the back, is covered in a tarp, which, when removed, is shown to be an unfinished taxidermy of a man.
> One container's inside is completely covered with newspapers/newspaper clippings of varying dates and times, dating back a few hundred years to as recent as the day the container is opened. If the container is closed and left alone, new newspapers/newspaper clippings may appear.
>>47589946
>>47623315
>>47623394
You could make an entire setting out of this and have it be pretty darn cool.
A collection of various home furnishings, all marked for delivery to various fictional characters.
>>47619675
Are you implying the PCs found Saddam's WMDs?
>>47659273
I believe so.
>>47658434
I think that this is the idea that has been slowly developing over the course of the thread. For whatever reason, the Freight Depot seems to be some kind of nexus of alternate timelines through which cargo from is shipped from and to these alternate realities. Any container, crate, barrel or artifact that no longer has a viable destination simply languishes at the Depot, waiting for the PCs to find them.
>A wooden pallet holding nine steel barrels, each filled with sand of a different color, fineness and compositions than the other, several of which look or feel unnatural.
>An old blue shipping container holds a shipment of several dozen boxes full of memorabilia celebrating the year 2002 as the American Bicentennial and depicting the nation's founding considerably differently.
>A dark red shipping container has had its interior walls and and insides of its doors crudely painted black and hung with hundreds of masks from various cultures around the world. If left unattended while looking inside, the doors will try to shit and lock themselves.
>Following a long, wandering trail of shiny pennies through the Freight Depot eventually leads to a steel wheelbarrow full of them. They all bear the date 2031 on them.
>Inside a very old wooden crate big enough to be considered a small barn is a large machine built around a steam engine that appears to be an automated sarsaparilla fountain with ice despenser from 1885.
>At least ten nondescript white shippig containers are filled to the brim with unused and unopened AOL installation discs.
>>47661130
>The doors will try to shit and lock themselves.
>Doors will try to shit themselves.
This is terrifying.
Why can't I top giggling?
>>47661154
I've reread it and it made me laugh too. Totally negates any potentially creepy vibes I'd intended. That serves me right for typing on an iPhone keyboard.
There have already been mentions of a quay and a depot and a yard, but what is this place actually like, anyway? I'm assuming here has to be a dock for accepting new cargo and a gate for sending out old containers and a big open storage area between them with a few old warehouses and offices thrown in for good measure.
This thread makes me want to code a website for writing down ideas of what one might find in a container.
Some simple, infinitely scrolling rectangular grid. If you open a container that hasn't been open yet (color coded) you can write a description of what's inside. Otherwise you can add a comment, preferably in a form of further clarification.
>>47662312
Interesting idea.
>>47590371
which Edition of EB? the 1984 edition is nearly worthless but the 1910 is one of the best texts for punking out any Classical or later society
>The contents of one rather plain looking orange shipping container appear to have shifted in transit, and rest in a haphazard tumble against the back wall. If they step through the doors, however, the PCs will discover that gravity is skewed inside and that the back of the container is really the bottom.
>>47662955
Trying to get the PCs out of the container is an encounter in and of itself.
If you don't want to go with the "PCs acquire an undead business" angle, you could instead set such a game up as the PCs being opportunistic treasure hunters who have been tipped off to a bankrupt shipping company's abandoned storage facility still being full of potentially valuable merchandise that never got sent to its rightful destination once the business went under. Once the PCs are on site, let them explore a while before trapping them in a shifting maze of shipping containers.
The party finds that in the months since the place went inoperative, a section of fence has been torn down, and many of the containers have been broken into. Only five remain undisturbed, one of which has a human skeleton hanging from the handles. Inside each of the five, they find
1: Rocket parts. Engines, nozzles, tanks. Plans for a spacecraft and mission to travel from Mars to Earth, but not the other way.
2: The complete works of Stephen King. Not published editions, but manuscripts. Rough drafts, original working notes. A number of titles are unknown, and appear to have never been published. There is a copy of the manifest, stating that the container was to be delivered to
Durham, Maine. In 1965.
3: Emptiness. An invading sense of despair. A darkness that cannot be penetrated by any light. Unwillingness to venture more than a few feet inside the container. Existential dread that lingers as long as the container is in sight.
4: Vintage Hi-Fi equipment, dating from the late 70's/early 80's. Tape decks, turntables, equalizers, receivers, speakers. There is a single reel-to reel machine which contains a tape of Ronald Reagan speaking to the nation. The speech asks Americans to 'remain strong,' 'work together,' and to 'remember the dangers of the surface, and stay in place until officials declare it safe to emerge.' The Hi-Fi equipment all seems to be in working order, and probably worth a great deal to collectors.
5: Five live, emaciated teenagers. They recoil from the light when the container is opened, and cower away from the party. They speak to each other in a language that cannot be understood or identified, even after extensive research. The teens refuse to leave the container, and close the door when anyone leaves, but don't attempt to lock it. They are entirely hairless, and do not appear to desire food.
Three words - Shipping Container Mimic
5 containers differently colored containers sit alone near the middle of the yard in red, green, black, blue, and yellow. when opened they appear to each contain some very large solid machinery.
an invoice is found which says "do not separate, do not unpack unless universe need defending"
>>47664725
>Enter a shipping container
>It's mostly chests, some other furniture
>Party face tells a joke, one of the stools laughs
>Huge fight breaks out
>Smash the last mimic
>Container slams shut behind usTHADDEUS, CANNIBAL MIMIC
>>47665366
>>Party face tells a joke, one of the stools laughs
See, this is why you always bring a jester quester on a mission of utmost importance.
Does the shippig company have any legacy employees leftover from the good old days? For some reason I'm imagining a sassy secretary like Mrs. Packard from Disney's Atlantis. Someone who's bee there so long, knows the place so well and has so much cantankerous authority that the PCs don't dare fire her.
Reminds me of night shift.
Now I want to run a nigth shift campaign and have something big discourage the players to stay at the gas station...
Then send the on the container shipyard road.
>A container filled with cases upon cases of Wilkin's Coffee
>Several cases have been opened
moving them around reveals an open space at the back of the container, where a man has been crucified against the back wall
>scrawled in what appears to be blood across the back wall is a message,HE DIDN'T DRINK
>>47667895
Maybe, they have to help unload some stock from a delivery truck, and accidentally get locked inside. By the time the PCs are able to force their way out, the truck has returned to the Freight Depot, leaving the PCs stranded there behind their fences and walls.
>>47666391
> Within two days of the PCs acquiring the shipping depot, an old woman drives up early one morning in a black Adler Primus, perfect condition. Upon seeing the PCs, remarks something to the effect of, "New owners, eh? Was wondering when you'd show up." She works from 9-6, five days a week, and helps catalog and index the containers that are in the depot and process invoices when new ones arrive.
> Always seems to have a full pack of Lucky Strikes cigarettes on her, even if she never smokes. When asked, she carries them around, "in case the original owner ever shows up." Won't go into details of who the original owner is.
> If asked about her getting paid, she replies that her paycheck has already been paid in advance by the original owner, won't specify how much she is letting paid or for how long in advance.
you know, reading all of these, I REALLY want a novelization or serialized comic about what happens to the hapless inheritors of the company...
>>47672390
Can any anons in here draw?
Love this idea, no idea what system to use for it, as my only rpg experience has been D&D. Based on SAN references, I'm guessing it's a Call of Cthulu variant that I'm unaware of?
>>47672467
I can hope, but sure as hell cant...
such a thing would need wrighting, story-boarding, a clear listing of MCs, some secondary characters, and sources of drama...
I'm kind of shit at such things or I'd start/contribute...
>>47672526
World of Darkness might work out.
it handles the supernatural better as well as narrative weirdness pretty well too.
> A small (2" diameter), and slightly pitted, iron sphere covered in strange swirling symbols. >Wrapped in butcher paper and bound with twine is a manuscript for a book entitled "BEYOND THE VEILS OF SCIENCE" by "Dr. Harlo Y. Patten", dated 1971. It is actually a tattered photocopy of a low-quality dot-matrix printout. The author's name is an obvious pseudonym (and an anagram of "Nyarlathotep"), and little or nothing can be found out about the book's true origins.
>A long wooden chest containing an ancient, but extremely well-preserved, egyptian Khopesh. The 24" sword is made from bronze and has a full metal grip. Along the hooked blade egyptian hieroglyphs and imagery show warriors surrounding and attacking a tree-like monster (a Dark Young of Shub-Niggurath for those who succeed with a Mythos roll, or has met one before). There are iridiscent stains along the blade and on the grip. [The sword does 2d6 damage, plus any STR bonus, even to Mythos-creatures who normally take only minimal damage from physical weapons. The drawback is that anyone touching the sword with their bare skin for more than a few moments will be infected with an incurable wasting sickness, losing 1 CON each week, as their metabolism shuts down, until they die at zero CON.]
>A Polaroid camera. Regardless of what the camera is actually aimed at, all pictures show the same view: A landcape of blackish rocks covered with some sort of blue-green mold or grass, under a purple sky with two suns.
>>47668333
No, I like the idea of them more or less being in charge of the place.
I want a progression from "we're trying to survive this bullshit" to "we're qualified to handle this ullshit" in a system where the PCs would be mundane and progress by looting weird shit.
> A reddish brown container filled to the brim with Beany Babies, all with their appropriate 'name tags'. Some are even sealed in glass cases with stands. Inside a small envelop is a letter from the previous owner to her grandchildren about plans to sell them and pay for their college in 2010.
> A green and white striped container with several boxes full of plastic modular playground fort tiles with the label "mobsticle" on each one. Scattered about the container are large quantities of foam bullets with silicone tips. Also in the container are several boxes of hobby grade RC helicopter motors, LiPo batteries, and a few dozen sets of tactical swat gear, all in bright colors.
> A yellow and blue container appearently headed for a large medical university. The container houses 4 human bodies, preserved in glass, and sliced about 1mm thick. 2 of the bodies are male and 2 are female. Each set has one with the slices made where the subject is in profile from their left or right side with fewer, longer sheets, and one where the subject is sliced from head to toe laterally with many sheets about 18in X 18in. The bodies are stored in fashion similar to a filing cabinet where individual sheets can be viewed and are so thin you can almost see through them.
>>47672390
>>47672467
>>47672532
It really would be fun to see some of these ideas play out in comic format. We've got a basic understanding about how the place is laid out and how it works, we've got plenty of potential storylines and we've even discussed a few potential characters. What we really need are a few more specifics, and someone who can draw.
>>47675589
So let's hammer out a few details:
We have the shipping yard which is presumably big, has boat and truck access and ideally maze like in its layout (anyone able to draw a map?).
We have the 'PCs' a bunch of ne'er–do–wells who are now finding themselves in possession of a lot more than they bargained for: How many are there and what are their personalities/appearances.
As for 'NPCs' we have the mysterious "original owner"
The cantankerous old secretary >>47666391
- knows more then she will ever tell.
Possible container inhabitants: the friendly hooch brewing hobo >>47619675
The oddly mundane yet out of place family >>47645173
The freelance journalist >>47590670
who presumably has somehow missed what's going on in the yard or is investigating it.
And the surly boat and truck drivers who continue to deliver and or remove containers >>47615147
As for the containers themselves I think well need some sort of overall document to keep track of all the ideas.
>>47668291
>Coffee is powdered daemon faeces being used by cultists to subvert society
I smell a new storyline for my DH group.
>>47675838
There were a couple of PCs named in an earlier post. Raj, a more money-conscious sort of guy wanting to escape ownership of the Shipping Company, and Tony, a more feelsy sort. There was also a giant oyster named Big Bastard.
>>47674912
>>47675838
Why not: the company is still alive and kicking, conducting mundane business. The PCs own a part of it and their work is to scavenge the abandoned weird containers for useful and valuable shit and resolve conflicts of not so abandoned weird containers while an NPC entourage handles the mundane business.
The founders of the place are the same guys that run the oil company supplying the night shift stations.
>an all-powerful AI that just wants to be left alone.
>the inside has a waterproof lining, and is FILLED from floor to ceiling with high storage capacity micro SD cards, all arranged neatly
>a single SD card is taped to a piece of paper labelled 'SHIPPING MANIFEST', which is taped to the stack
>opening the manifest on a computer shows every card has repeating instances of the song 'bored to death', except card 327-D84FF
card 327-D84FF has <information the PCs want>
if the PCs somehow find this card, they find it is corrupt
>a half-length crate, when opened, seems empty. if the PCs go to the other side of the crate and push the other end, the crate will open on the other end in another part of the shipping yard. walking around the crate and entering through the opposite direction will take them to a different part of the yard again.
if you want to be real creative you could have multiple 'portal container' sets that are all networked, allowing for fast travel through the yard
(or you could have them change which crate they link to between uses so the first PC who uses it gets lost, and if the party try for a rescue, they find themselves scattered)
>a container filled with '___ for dummies' books. the ones that are lower to the ground are waterlogged, and the further to the back you go the stranger and/or more specific the topic becomes, ranging from 'negotiating with tyranids' to picking up bread'. all books are the same ~200 pages each.
>a highly intricate train set, H0 scale, depicting one of the places of birth of one of the PCs, during the period of their birth. if a PC touches a train a VERY agitated man in a conductors outfit will apprehend the PC and lock them out of 'his precious little trains'.
>a wedding taking place. if male PCs present, the bride will take one up the aisle as if the PC is their father. if only female PCs, an old man will attempt to take the arm of a female PC.
hope i haven't gone into too many details/been too specific for you guys.
>>47676200
I like both ideas really, but for some reason I think I prefer the original idea a bit more. In Night Shift, you're this powerless minimum-wage slave who's job pits you against the paranormal and it's awesome, but it might be fun to have a slightly different dynamic in this new hypothetical game setting. Here, the PCs' own bad business dealings have burdened them with being the owners of this strange, shadowy, nearly always bankrupt company, so while they're all the bosses with theoretical power within the company, they're really just as stuck as the Night Shifters are. I do really like the idea of there being a connection with the Night Shift Gas Station though, and am remembering another surreal horror thread in which there was a big city business that also suffered such oddities. Maybe the three games all exist within the same setting.
>>47675838
I figured that there could be a database that would be available to the PCs, but would only be able to tell a specific container's location in the depot but not its contents or its contents and not its location. Perhaps downloadable onto a tablet.
>Container #22-YR3: Mongolian museum shipment; includes 2 mummies, 1 human, 1 horse, 1 well preserved longbow, and 1 jar of ancient mongolian foodstuff. Location: [REDACTED]
>Container 40-DC1: [REDACTED] Location: Section 36 Column 3 Row 5
GM could have some pleasant/nasty surprises, or just use this to advance whatever plot they have.
>>47676671
No no, these are good!
>>47676754
How should this database be made accessible to the company's new owners? On a tempermental old green-screen computer terminal from the 1970s? Through a worryingly labyrinthine paper filing system in the depths of the office? Both? Neither?
>>47676754
>>47676832
If you're using a computer system, change [REDACTED] to {data corrupted} or something. No one's trying to censor the company's internal database, but it is old, glitchy, and unreliable.
>>47676752
The threads in question were called "Surreal Workplace Horror."
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Surreal+Workplace
A Shipping Depot. A Gas Station. An Office Building.
>A container that was blocked in by other containers, but has a cot, some opened rations, tin foil shaped into a hat, and on the walls and ceilings are pictures and news clippings tied together in attempt to prove [insert conspiracy theory here]
>container filled to the brim with dragon dildos and cumlube
>.303 caliber Short Magazine Lee Enfield rifles. Close examination reveals them to be rather crude-looking, with sloppy machine work, crooked stampings, poor finish on the metal and wood, etc.; an ARMORER skill roll reveals that these are "Khyber Pass" copies manufactured from assorted scrap metal by Pathan gunsmiths in what is now Pakistan, but they seem to be functional and safe to fire. Probably. No ammunition is present.
>A rusty, beatup old ice cream truck sits behind one of the warehouses, left plugged in for who knows how long. It's freezers are still cold and are packed with every flavor of ice cream and Popsicle imaginable, as well as quite a few that aren't. Additionally, it seems as if the trucks freezers are bottomless, and there is always "just one more" of the flavor you want somewhere down there if you dig deep enough.
>Someone or something has constructed a warren of tunnels beneath the freight hard using abandoned shipping containers and other pieces of scrap. Who or whatever is doing this steadfastly refuses to be caught.
>An old steamer trunk tucked away in some inoffensive corner is found to hold a number of rather groovy vintage Hawaiian shirts, various bits of maritime memorabilia and a thick old scrapbook illustrating the exploits of a pretty righteous old surfer. What's curious is that many fellow beachgoers in his photographs appear to be fish people, including one who must be assumed is his main squeeze.
>Inside a glossy red shipping container is found sacks and sacks and sacks of premium Ethiopian coffee beans. In several of those sacks, various historical artifacts can also be found buried in the beans. These have almost certainly been smuggled out of the county.
>A 80-gallon oil drum filled with cash bound with rubber bands into stacks of $20,000 apiece. The bills are all unusually oily to the touch and smell strongly of lighter fluid.
>>47677735
>Another 80-gallon oil drum, filled up to the brim with young adult vampire novels, likewise doused in lighter fluid, with a fireplace lighter stabbed like a stake through the top of the pile.
>>47676754
I still like the idea that the PCs will eventually have to ship things OUT of the Depot, but that these shipments are always slightly mysterious and worrying.
All these ideas just remind me of that show Warehouse 13. Just the wacky random artifacts, although this time I guess they don't have to really belong to any one person. Or even the show Eureka for some of the more technological contents of the crate. I should dive back into those shows and see what I can find.
And for some reason it reminds me of those old Magic Treehouse books, no idea why though.
>>47680450
There was also a SyFy miniseries called "The Lost Room" that's worth checking out if you've never seen it. There's just something really appealing about a warehouse, or town, or other self-contained locale in which daily life is turned on its head and anything can happen. I feel like many of us wish we could find a place like this full of artifacts and treasures and quirky comrades.
>>47666391
>>47670173
Alternatively:
Miss Wong is a chain-smoking, phone-gossiping, tough as nails old battleaxe that knows how to use the old battleaxe hanging on the wall behind her desk. She takes all the calls and handles all the paperwork and can't be having with you messing up "The System" she's spent decades building. She treats you and your ownership of the Company like you are the idiot kids her good for nothing sister has left at her house for the day.
In the end, Miss Wong not only comes with the company, she practically IS the company. She's worked here for longer than you've been alive, and will work here long after you've died too if you don't heed her advice.
>>47676754
>>Container #22-YR3: Mongolian museum shipment; includes 2 mummies, 1 human, 1 horse, 1 well preserved longbow, and 1 jar of ancient mongolian foodstuff. Location: [REDACTED]
"And for this session, guys we'll be playing 'The Mummy: Khan of the Steppes' hope you like horses!"
>>47677057
Ah, those might be mine
>>47662312
Progress report: I made a crude interface and some basic back-end coding. It should be done in a couple of days if nothing will stop me.
Unfortunately, u can only afford a free hosting, so it's gonna break from looking at it too much.
>>47681347
Nice job! It will be fun to play around with once it's done!
>Inside a tan container is 20 folded full-size flags. They are similar to the American flag, but where there would be 50 stars there are instead 50 swastikas.
>>47681347
You know, I'm pretty sure that this was already a thing a few years back. Something like a promotional/viral for Warehouse 13.
>>47680450
This thread is essentially Warehouse 13 meets Storage Wars, where the PCs are trying to sell off all their dangerous artifacts to anyone who will take them rather than collecting and protecting them like the Warehouse Crew do.
That Green Box Generator is delightful. Thanks for that OP
>>47681710
I've never heard about it. Was it any good? Did it require sign-up?
Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun with it and finally I have a chance to learn about web sockets.
>the well-preserved corpse of Barrack Obama/Putin/any still-living world leader in your setting
>an idol of a meditating figure originating from the Indus River Civilization containing a large amount of uranium
>Documents and photos containing evidence that the Nazis detonated an atomic bomb on the Eastern Front in the last days of WWII. The materials necessary for building this bomb were never discovered, and are thought to have been smuggled into South America.
>>47682243
Godspeed anon looking forward to seeing what you create.
>>47682515
Likewise.
>>47606548
>aggressively brown
>Inside these containers are wooden crates bearing the stamp of the East India Company containing Uniforms, Armaments, Ammunition, Medical Supplies and Rations seemingly from the mid 1800s in enough quantities to supply a complement of 60 men for two years
>Inside some are materials and blueprints to build a 180ft steam ship that can be reassembled with the correct expertise along with large amounts of loose coal fuel in a watertight container
>Blueprints indicate the ship is meant to be armed with a 32 pound cannon mounted on the foredeck with ammunition and materials for the operation of the cannon, along with the cannon itself, lost in the shipping process
>The crates for the cannon can be found inside another container with a similar serial number to the rest of the ship which has a 5 instead of an S
>The other container contains pallets of tinned Anchovies
>All of these components and goods seem to have been produced in 1839 by real companies but are in perfect condition
>Turns out they are masterful recreations commissioned by an enthusiastic millionaire that were being sent to a shipyard to build the ship, stock it and to later be picked up for an unknown purpose
>The ship actually has respectable amounts of storage space and completely lacks electronics or modern safety measures of any kind, making it an almost untracable form of transportation, though hardly incognito
This has been a good thread.
>inb4 a carbon copy of this thread pops up on SCP
Experience tells me that a goodly portion of a yard will be full of empty containers, stacks of wasp nests in the corners and a rotted hole in the floor from a long-ignored leaking roof. Many of the rest will be piled back to front with scrap steel or shattered but not entirely collapsed wooden pallets that host termites and crumble when disturbed.
But that is pessimism.
>dozens of recognizable-brand washing machine/dryer units, the stacked type for small apartments.
>-they seem to be a mixture of old displays and new-in-box models from ten years ago or more.
>--they all work, if hooked up correctly, and are worth a notable bit of cash.
>---actually reading the user guide of the fully packed machines will give you suggestions on the wash&handling of your skin. Your own skin. Simplified informational graphics show someone removing their skin like a suit and adding it to the washer while they stand there like a muscle&bone diagram.
>----each setting dial on the machines has an option that just looks like a gingerbread man or stick figure.
>They find one crate with nothing in it, but spray painted to the wall, the cereal number for another crate.
>Of course, the crates aren't organized in any discernible way.
>Every so often, roll a d20 to see if the PCs happen to see the next one by accident
>An unnatural amout of wasps have appeared allround the complex, following their flight pattern leads to a container that will be deffended by most of the swarm. The whole container is a nest containing a pug sized wasp queen.
>>47623490
The PC's find out that they have been screwed over and are effectively trapped into working at the yard and spend sometime attempting to do the right thing. Eventually they realize that they have dump it off on some other poor bastards before it kills them all.
>>47677057
this took almost 5 days when it should have been within the first 10 replies.
/tg/ I am dissapoint
>>47686796
The twist is that the people who they dump it on are this dimension's version of themselves. The only way to break the loop is to find the original owner, who is lost somewhere in the containers.
