The science for his various superpowers is all there. This is one of the great science fiction adversaries of all time– and the stats in your copy of the Monster Manual just don’t do this justice. The heavy? In my opinion you have something here on par with Khan Noonien Singh. But this one can. If you are looking to run a First In scenario set in the Zhodani core expeditions, you will definitely want to check this out. Insane pulp free-for-alls like Barsoom or the Planet of Adventure have such a lock on this, very few of the more “realistic” settings can compete. Very few of them give me that “I’ve totally gotta play this” feeling. I’ve read countless descriptions of imaginary worlds for use in Traveller-like space games. No, it was this other guy that, like Edgar Rice Burroughs, has been weirdly airbrushed out of the science fiction and fantasy narrative. But it wasn’t the classic “hard” science fiction writers that are still on the shelf at your local big box book store today. The same game designers that pillaged the old John Carter planetary romances for White Apes and Sterling Lanier’s mutant future novels for Green Slimes were also “borrowing” from Campbellian science fiction as well. The first appearance of the first edition AD&D game’s Displacer Beast. Hopelessly, Coeurl crouched, an enormous catlike figure silhouetted against the dim, reddish skyline, like a distorted etching of a black tiger in a shadow world. There was no suggestion anywhere of the presence of the id creatures, his only source of food on this desolate planet. He felt no swift tingling along his intricate nervous system. He twisted his great cat head from side to side, while the hairlike tendrils that formed each ear vibrated frantically, testing every vagrant breeze, every throb in the ether. The thick tentacles that grew from his shoulders undulated tautly. His great forelegs twitched with a shuddering movement that arched every razor-sharp claw. He stopped finally, chilled by the reality. And still there was no sign of the family of id creatures that he had been trailing now for nearly a hundred days. Fingers of light probed among the shadows. A pale red sun peered above the grotesque horizon. Jagged black rock and a black, lifeless plain took form around him. It slowly revealed a nightmare landscape. It was a vague light that gave no sense of approaching warmth. The black, moonless, almost starless night yielded reluctantly before a grim reddish dawn that crept up from his left. Given that that’s your inevitable frame of mind, let me just present you with the opening of one of van Vogt’s most famous stories: You see bloggers you read regularly talk of his stories with an almost giddy degree of excitement. But you just. And you “know” that after Dune and Foundation and Starship Troopers there’s just not going to be much else from the bad old days that really registers at that level. But you’re unnaturally skeptical, because you already “know” all the big time grandmasters. You hear people talking about a “classic” author as if he were the best thing ever.
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