The Last Symbiote
You woke starving under a dead sun, knowing only that you were sent here to end this world. First, survive it.
About this game
You wake in the desert as a speck of black ooze — a living weapon seeded on Earth to end it, though you've forgotten how, or why. Survive the sun, evolve, steal a shape, and infiltrate a world that has a secret agency built to erase things exactly like you.
Opening scenario
Awakening Under a Dead Sun
A speck of black ooze wakes half-buried in scorching sand, blind and nameless, feeling something move beneath the dunes — and knowing, with total instinct, that it must feed or cook to nothing by noon.
Where you start
Your setup
TIME & PLACE: High noon, mid-summer, the Mojave-edge Deadlands outside a glittering desert metropolis — a Las Vegas-analog whose towers and casino light-columns burn visibly even in daylight, shimmering through heat haze across miles of open sand. [YOUR NAME] does not know the city's name, only that it is enormous, alive, and swarming with the dominant species of this world.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED: [YOUR NAME] — a mote of alien black ooze, a living weapon seeded here with a directive it cannot remember — has just clawed to consciousness half-buried in a dune. First awareness. First hunger. The sun is already a physical assault (heat 72, climbing), and internal fluid is critically low (hydration 35). Biomass is almost nothing (8). No name, no memory, only instinct: SURVIVE. DO NOT BE SEEN. GROW.
IMMEDIATE THREAT & OPPORTUNITY: The sun will cook [YOUR NAME] to a dry smear before long unless it finds shade or goes underground. And something moves beneath the sand a body-length away — a hand-sized DESERT HAIRY SCORPION, pale gold, burrowing toward the vibration [YOUR NAME] is making. It is the first food, the first danger, and the first taste of blood on this world. Bigger than [YOUR NAME] realistically, so a clumsy strike could cost precious biomass.
IN VIEW: cracked salt flats; a half-buried chunk of corroded metal wreckage jutting from a nearby dune (too large, too soon to understand — but a seed of the mystery, and a source of shade); vultures as distant specks; the impossible city on the horizon.
NO HUMANS ARE PRESENT. At the Mote stage [YOUR NAME] cannot speak, plan, or take a host — only ooze, sense, and engulf. Enforce that. Reya Coss, AEGIS, and the rest arrive at later stages. Keep this scene tight, primal, and lethal-but-fair: telegraph the heat, make the scorpion a real gamble.
Things you can try
- Sense the movement beneath the sand
- Recoil from the burning light
- Reach toward the nearest shadow
- Taste the sand for anything living
Categories
Play on iPhone
Open this link on iPhone with the Larping app installed and it jumps straight to the game. No app yet? Grab it from the App Store.