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Where Fools Dare to Tread was published as a Horror Free-Style Role-Play game in Better Games run of Space Gamer/Fantasy Gamer in the early 1990s.
Set in the late 1970s, Where Fools Dare to Tread is a horror and conspiracy game rooted in recent history. It has some of the same system features as the other Free-Style Role-Play games that Better Games published, like the Ignobles and numerous d8 resolution charts, but it also included a progressive series of result tables as the players became stranger and became progressively more paranormally enhanced.
From the introduction:
"...because the reality can be much, much worse."
I once scoffed at their ranting, each morning as i went for a paper. I've never even once tried to consider their words and apply some logic.
"Be warned! Danger and evil lurk in the shadows. Fear for your souls, my brothers. Since time immemorial, strange powers and dark motives, tales of fright, terrors twisted in form and image..."
Each time I dismissed what I heard. Harmless Crusaders, rambling on and on. I picked up the Washington Post, stretching my hand across the tabloids with their stories of "Hitler's brain alive in a jar," "Elvis kidnaped by aliens," and "Cattle mutilations in Montana." I wanted to know if the Dow was up. At least that was what I cared about before I truly saw.
"Safe in your ignorance, grow complacent. Science will find your answers. Who needs a grail when we have a grand unified field theorem? March blindly onwards; scorn those with the truth."
I haven't yet met Elvis, but I do know who shot Marilyn Monroe. I've seen the truth. And I lost all credibility. Now I too rant on the corner. Yte something garbles my voice, and confuses my words. I think clearly, but I am attacked by forces unseen. I fear for the little people, and mumble my words at them. Power brokers exist, buying and selling human lives like so much cattle.
"Recognize the threat. Netherlings roam the Earth, resenting humanity. I have the mark."
I am still human, or nearly so. I try to sympathize with society. The hapless mortal healers are misguided, but the alternatives are far worse. I grow disorientated as reality merges with madness, only hallucination returning me to the age of innocence. I still cling to a sense of moral right and wrong, but I am changing. I am becoming more like those I fight. I don't know which is worse, irrevocable insanity or joining those across the breach.
"Fight the agenda. Prepare for judgment. Buy a gun. They won't always stay in the dark, insidious places. The span between our society of light and the realms of darkness narrows. They walk among us though the breach."
Indeed, many of these horrors are human, or once were like myself. I only remember vaguely the day I discovered immortality. Without my brothers in the cabal, dedicating their lives to preserving and protecting, ..., I wish the pain would stop. I wish the hunger would end. I wish I could be human again. I wish in vain.
"Muster the courage and save the cities. We've lost the night. Do not blindly go to places where only fools dare to tread...."
[The next day the NY Times had a one-inch insert on page eighteen mentioning a homeless sidewalk preacher with some unusual physical deformities being killed when a car driven by a drunk driver lost control during the morning commute. While the Sun reported another UFO sighting over Wright-Patterson AFB in Ohio. Only a few realize the two events were related.]