The Coffin Club

Jessica Estes
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The Coffin Club is an actual-play podcast of friends recording their games to share with others. We play the games we want to play, tell the stories we want to tell and see what emerges in the process of collaboration.

  1. 1d ago

    Salvage Union: Blackwell Part Three

    The Coffin Club

  2. Aug 28

    Salvage Union: Blackwell Part Two

    Broil remained silent until four more cards joined their sibling in the hat. No clearing of his throat, no preamble. "This is what it can be like, forever. You and I are special, all us former Terrans; we live until we choose not to. Time stops meaning anything. In here? It means even less. They have me watching you for two reasons. First: so you don't go crazy from isolation. Doesn't work, plus it's not helpful or good for you. I'm your lifeline to the outside world. Second: we've got a lot of monitors. I am, hands down, the most patient." His smile was confident. "I have opinions on ranked competitive grass growing, I can make paint drying into an epic poem. I can keep my head in here, whether or not you open your mouth or not." Wrench stared at him. His grip hadn't loosened on his knees at all. He no longer felt hunger, or fatigue, or even lactic acid in his muscles from this position. Nothing at all, unless he thought about it, and even then. Memories of past experiences, recalled through a filter. Broil continued. "Tell me what's on your mind. Tell me where you've been. Ten thousand years is a long time to have been a Trooper. If you have to tell me in real time? I can listen and wait. You want to figure out how to alter this place? I can be persuaded to teach you. You and I can do a lot together in here. But. You don't get to leave. Not with how you are right now. You're in with the Angels now, bud. You want out of the machine? Earn your wings." Wrench coughed hard and spat at Broil. It passed harmlessly through the chuckling man. "Have it your way, then." Broil fanned out the remaining cards and sighed. "You want to pick the ones I throw next, or nah." Wrench huddled closer to his knees, and Broil nodded and resumed practicing his throwing. Broil threw the entire deck into the hat, twice, before Wrench spoke again. "Who are the Angels." The monitor's lips pursed in a knowing smile. "Well." https://thecoffin.club

  3. Aug 21

    Salvage Union: Blackwell Part One

    "Lieutenant Wrench. 3202133." "Yep. You sure are, bud." The two of them sat in a plain, empty apartment, right on the floor. Wrench held his knees tight against his enormous frame, back to the wall, posted up in the corner. His eyes were locked on his roommate, a man who called himself Broil. Broil clearly wasn't TEF anymore, if he ever was one. Bald head, slim build, curious eyes, small hands. A comfortable set of robes and slippers. And here, wherever this was, Broil had let himself in, sat across from Wrench, plucked a bowler hat and a deck of playing cards from thin air, and set to trying to flick the cards into the up-turned hat. "How'd you do that." he'd asked. "We're in a virtual space. I'm pretty good at maneuvering it." was the response. "How's the TEF been treating you?" "Lieutenant Wrench. 3202133." was his response. There wasn't a lot of talking between them. Broil made overtures and Wrench would respond with name and number. Wrench asked questions and Broil would answer them as if it was self-evident and not follow-up unless prodded. In short: he was on the Diamond of Mankind. He was in the hands of the great traitors. His physical body was gone. He was an uploaded consciousness; he'd been seized in the confusion on the drop on Miller by those alien pilots. He was wholly at the mercy of Sparky and Sixty-Nine and all those f*****g Steward cultists. And all Broil focused on was trying to flick cards into a hat. He tried a variety of different techniques, angles. The closest he got was holding the card vertically and sort of chopping down with the flick of the wrist. Driving the momentum like that gave it power, precision, but was prone to wobble and coming up short. Wrench was about to say something else when, suddenly, the Eight of Diamonds sailed right into the hat. Broil let out a sharp, short, self-satisfied laugh, a "ha!", and smiled to himself. Then he picked up the cards, shuffled the deck, and kept going with the remaining cards. https://thecoffin.club

  4. Aug 14

    Salvage Union: Aspirate Part Seven

    "Ohhhhh my god you're being so dense, just listen to me, okay? So Thomas and Aaron were dating this guy, Marrow, and were like bringing him into the polycule, right? So they've got him over for dinner, they're roasting lizard, you know how they do, and they're like "so which settlement do you live in?" and Marrow's like "oh I live out in Greenfield". And Louise is like "oh I heard Greenfield is kind of a s******e from the beanstalk runoff contaminating the ground after it fell" and, like. Okay. We don't have time to unpack, like, her approaching them with that, like f**k Louise sometimes for real, yeah? But then Marrow looks at her and is like "oh the beanstalk never fell, that was a psyop". Right? So like congrats, that's what dinner's all about now. Thomas and Aaron brought in a f*****g Fall Truther. And like they're not even cute but y'know, not my type. But also like whaaaaat the f**k, guys? Like it takes a certain level of out-of-touch to sincerely hold that as a belief, right? And, like, I don't want to jump on Thomas and Aaron and, like, talk shit about them. Everyone already is. But like come on guys! The sex can't be that good! Oh, like, how it fell? Tripartite collision in low-orbit due to, like, overlapping orbital schedules for satellites being overlooked, I think? It's really noticeable in the wounds around the points of severance and the directions the pieces landed in. It's like really cool if you're into it but it also really sucks y'know?" https://thecoffin.club

  5. Aug 7

    Salvage Union: Aspirate Part Six

    "Pilot understands the question. Question is irrelevant. There is only the data for Pilot to interpret. There is only the field of battle. The inside of Lovely. That is all that matters, yes. How Pilot came to this war does not matter. Pilot can speak of war, yes. They don't like it when Pilot does but Pilot can. Pilot can tell you what it would have done if it was told to destroy the Beanstalk. ...it didn't. Pilot was not yet born. And it would make many angry at Pilot. Don't want that. Pilot is good. Pilot listens. Promise. Boren. Selvich. Whitespring. Massily. Selvich should not have invaded Boren. Massily should have allied with Boren. Whitespring should have allied with Selvich. Complimentary, complimentary. Would not admit it at the time. But, similar, similar. Happened anyway, sort of. All fell. All became corpos. Wasteful, wasteful. Beautiful machines thrown away and left to rot. Could have been two states. No outright war. Protect civilians. Rebuild, rebuild. Tension, yes, but tension is tension. Pilot understands tension. Pilot understands when to shoot and when to wait. Stupid, stupid generals. Need Priest to tell them what to do, ha ha. Like Pilot. Pilot tells joke. Generals unworthy of Priest's grace. Of knowing Lovely. Stupid, stupid generals. Pilot could be flying in the stars instead of Windspear. Short-sighted and stupid. One day Pilot will fly all the way up there. It will be a beautiful day." https://thecoffin.club

  6. Jul 31

    Salvage Union: Aspirate Part Five

    "...what caused the Beanstalk to fall? Shit, I don't know. That kind of thing is luxury to think about, isn't it? Let's look at it this way: I've lived in Lombard in Snapfield all my life. We had a city here once, Callis City. When the Beanstalk fell, it rained panels from the walls of the thing. They landed on Callis City with enough force to knock over the big buildings and kill thousands. Mass evacuation. Entire thing in disarray. But out here, in Lombard? We just...I don't know. We have our mechs. We have our guns. Our resources. Our walls. We took in survivors. We lead expeditions to the ruins of the city, of the elevator. We've watched bandits form gangs and dissolve, pirates and mercenary companies try and find purchase and get turned away or turn on themselves. All we did was take it one day at a time. Through the famines, through the snow, the wars and the silence that followed. They didn't bother setting up an arcology anywhere near here and the Crawlers don't come through. It's our little pocket of world and...we do fine, I guess. It could be better, sure, and we're working on it, one reclamation run at a time, with every new building raised or gardening plot that bears fruit. Maybe I'm just naive but I don't worry too much about how we got here. I'm busy with what tomorrow brings. Sorry if that's not interesting but, like. I have chickens to feed, y'know? I have to make sure they're healthy. I need to do what I can. And right now that's feeding my chickens." https://thecoffin.club

  7. Jul 24

    Salvage Union: Aspirate Part Four

    "Hear me and hear me well, faithful: I know what it is like to be a pilot. You see this frail and ravaged body. I won't say I am not old and used. But I survived the Boren Front, and that's a hell beyond any of your reckoning. It was these hands that controlled my Colossus, Beautiful Nemesis, for the glory of the Nation of Selvich. It was my guns that brought the fury of Selvich to the capitol of Borenstadt. I may have been one voice in a chorus of righteous anger for what they did to the Beanstalk. But I was the loudest. In their arrogance and greed, they forced us to destroy our planet's greatest creation to deny them the Beanstalk. And when they thought themselves safe and secure, they scurried away to their bunkers to hide and let us scrabble in the dust so they could emerge and claim the world for their own. B******t. Cowardice. There was no quarter given to the Boren. We burned their lands and cut them down where they stood. And what was our reward? Scorn. Clucks of the tongues of weak-willed Republicans. Paranoid glances from the pathetic engineers of Massily. Anger that we showed the will to do what was not just necessary but correct. And so we brought them all the war they deserved. Suit up and start your engines. Selvich will rise again. I will show you the tools you need to bring this new world the wars of the old and make them learn." https://thecoffin.club

  8. Jul 17

    Salvage Union: Aspirate Part Three

    "My family were farmers. We used to raise, uh, staple crops overseas in the Whitespring Republic. My grandfather, before he passed, used to talk about how it was a hard life, but a good life. How they used to take care of their workers and pay fair wages for the crops they harvested. My grandmother was a different story and much less nostalgic. And she outlived him, heh. So. She got the last word, I guess. We only survived because we held a knife to our own throats, looked the government in the eyes and dared them to blink. That's not just my family. That was all of the farmers. We had an arrangement to protect ourselves, our workers, from overreach and exploitations. They knew they had to play ball with us, so they did. Then, uh, the Boren Confederacy blew up the Beanstalk. And the Republicans came for us in. Force. No more fun and games. Almost a decade of winter *and* war on the horizon. They needed us under their thumb, to control the food, demand compliance from their civilians. Seize the assets, force the survivors to serve. My parents were teens when they boarded the smuggler's boat. I don't remember what they used to call this place. But they were here when they started building A-SPR. When they started the agri-clans, my mother traded family tradition for a seat at the table. As an. Advisor, mind. The target on her head as a clan head was too much for the family to bear. But it was a good trade. We've been doing business with them since. The Monroe Clan has been good benefactors, even if they have...everything, at this point. Delilah Monroe herself shook my hand when I graduated from accounting school and, well. She's been a good boss since. I can't really complain. I wish it went differently. But I don't think I'd be any happier as a farmer." https://thecoffin.club

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The Coffin Club is an actual-play podcast of friends recording their games to share with others. We play the games we want to play, tell the stories we want to tell and see what emerges in the process of collaboration.

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  • Creator
    Jessica Estes
  • Years Active
    2024 - 2026
  • Episodes
    100
  • Rating
    Explicit
  • Copyright
    © 2024
  • Show Website
    The Coffin Club