Twilight 2013 - Corebook - Core Rulebook {93GS1301}.pdf

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The Official Twilight: 2000 3.0

It is the near future. The Collapse is over. Years of accelerating decay culminated in a brief and

vicious global war. When it came, the final conflict seemed almost an afterthought in the wake of

disease, famine, natural disasters, and economic and political failures on a previously unimagina-

ble scale. None of these calamities could have ended the world by itself. Together, they brought

the engines of civilization to a grinding, blood-soaked halt. Now, as the apocalyptic Last Year

draws to a close, scattered survivors band together against the darkness. You are one of the ten

percent of humanity to make it this far. Some would call you fortunate. You’re not so certain.

Twilight: 2013 is the licensed third edition of Twilight: 2000, GDW’s classic roleplaying game of

gritty military conflict and grueling daily existence in the devastation of World War III. This core

rulebook provides a complete setting in which players can take on the role of any survivors of the

end of the world, from soldiers fighting the desperate last battles of the Twilight War to ordinary

men and women struggling to rebuild shattered lives and cities. The staged complexity levels of

the Reflex System, Twilight: 2013’s all-new game engine, allow gamemasters to balance speed,

detail, and lethality according to their own preferences.

Will you raise the flag of a fallen nation in the hope of rallying dreams to rise phoenix-like from

radioactive ashes? Walk across half the world to see home one more time? Carry on a fight in the

name of causes and leaders you’ve outlived? Cast your weapons into the weeds and carve out a

new life where you now stand? Will you light the watchfires against the coming night - or will

you help kindle the pyre of history? The choice is in your hands now. The last words from home

set you free:

Good luck. You’re on your own.

I went into a public-’ouse to get a pint o’ beer,

The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”

The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,

I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;

But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play,

The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

O it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,

They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;

They sent me to the gallery or round the music-’alls,

But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;

But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,

The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,

O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep

Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;

An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit

Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, ‘ow’s yer soul?”

But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,

The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,

O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,

But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;

An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints,

Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind”,

But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind,

There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,

O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind.

You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:

We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.

Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face

The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”

But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;

An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;

An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!

-- Rudyard Kipling

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