NEW REWARDS AND NEWS FROM JEFF NOON
Two Bonuses Added to Our Reward Tiers!
We're pleased as punch to announce the following additions to our backer reward tiers:
1: All backers at the $500 level or above will receive the limited edition, signed and numbered Jeff Noon chapbook containing the new short stories written exclusively for Vurt: The Tabletop Roleplaying Game.
2: All backers at the $100 level or above will receive PDF copies of ALL products that are reached as stretch goals.
We’ve added a new section to our main campaign page called “REWARDS.” (Scroll to the bottom of the page.) That’s where you’ll find a comprehensive list of all the loot you get in each tier. This way you’ll be able to keep up with additional rewards as we add them to each tier (as stretch goals are surpassed or because we found buried treasure). Of course, additions to reward tiers will also be announced in updates like this one.
A big thank you to all the messages and comments we received that led us to these additions. We want to make sure people can get the reward combinations that they lust after!
Jeff Noon Releases Blurb Swarm!
So, you all know that Jeff Noon is writing new short stories exclusively for Vurt: The Tabletop Roleplaying Game, right? Well, he's been trickling out some teasers on his Facebook page recently: “I've been writing original material for the Vurt role-playing game. Stories, images, events of significance. Here are a few passages of the work in progress, just to give a flavour.” Check them out below, and hit up his Facebook page for more of his updates!
“Dino was a dogman more man than dog, but with enough tooth and claw to call upon when battle was required, and enough quiver at the nostrils to know which way the scent paths were running, and right now they were running him into trouble of the deep dark kind.”
“So Bella reckoned she’d hit the jackpot, but when she examined the horde all she found was reject feathers. Dreams discarded, played out, unsold, failed adventures, nothingness flights, the destitute, the tired, the poor, the huddled mass of dream yearning to float free, the wretched refuse of the skull’s far shore. The sick, the comatose, the faulty, the flotsam and jetsam of Vurt.”
“And floating before him in the room was the prize. Perfectly still, as if suspended, held by a non-existent thread. And then moving just slightly, as if blown by a breath from a fictional mouth: a night-black feather. Brendan stepped closer, he reached out. The moon and the stars and all the planets known and unknown shimmered in the flight, waiting for a tongue to touch upon, a new sky to circle around.”
“Janie’s got feather-gen coming out of her fingertips. She is, as far as anyone knows, the first fleshworld administrator (outlaw division) to ever put a dream inside a blurbfly. Trouble is, those dreams sometime take off on journeys of their own, and never come back home to visit. Not ever. And when that happens you can see her standing there on the roof of the tower block for hours on end, scanning the night skies for specks of life, for a sparkle in the eye, listening out for the sound of two wings returning.”