Speaking of a bunch of decrepit monsters under a powerful compulsion to protect something terrible even at the cost of their own continued existence, I played Jason Morningstar's The Skeletons today in a pick-up game on The Gauntlet.
We played IN SPACE, using the Echoes of War playset, my favorite of the three provided in the book. We had to guard the COSMIC CRYPT, and instead of niches on the walls or pedestals, we emerged from bubbling cryo-tanks to defend the sleeping giant at the center of a carved-out asteroid drifting through the void.
I was Tattered Cloak, pictured below! I had a sputtering, half-functional monomolecular blade, and a writhing alien symbiote co-joined to my back whose crimson tentacles rippled like tatters in the breeze. We did our best to keep true to our mission, compelled by *astro-alchemy* to serve.
...but time eventually caught up to us! An explorer who came to our crypt as a young man and lost his love to our wrath returned decades later, fully-prepared and equipped to decimate us. I was laid low when the vat-grown clone of my living body was used to entice the Cloak to abandon my desiccated corpse!
As always, it was a compelling and surprisingly intimate and emotional session of play. New facets of this game shine through every time I play, and tweaking the setting opened up whole new possibilities for us. Jump on it if you ever get a chance to try it.