Sharktoberfest - Void Sharks Of The Asteroid Belt


Start Date & Time Friday - 6:00 PM CST
Duration 4.0 hours
Type Role Playing Game
System QAGS - Sharktoberfest
Location Hall D - 321
Gaming Experience Newcomers Welcome
Age Range Adult Players Only (18+)
Host Taylor Kent

Ticket Information

Cost $8.00
Availability 5 of 5 available

Space miners unleash ancient, hungry void sharks - now, survival means outrunning jaws in the darkness of the asteroid belt.
In the pitch-black labyrinth of the asteroid belt, survival isn’t just about dodging space debris - it’s about outrunning nightmares. Void Sharks of the Asteroid Belt thrusts a misfit mining crew into the jaws of interstellar terror when rumbling speakers and a clumsy BBQ unearth what should have stayed forgotten. Out of the darkness swim the void sharks: massive, spectral predators with crystalline maws, gliding unseen beyond sensor range, but never out of sight for long.
From their first chilling appearance - teeth glinting in distant starlight, eyes as empty as the vacuum - they set off a relentless hunt. Tension ratchets with every flickering control panel, every echoing roar in twisting, shadow-lit corridors. As crewmates vanish into the void, bloody trails and gnawed metal hulls leave grim evidence in their wake. Each shark attack is a jump scare, equal parts screams and slapstick as androids short-circuit, asteroid chunks spin, and laser harpoons ricochet into comic near-misses. Survival depends on the crew’s ability to unite - but frayed nerves, growing paranoia, and old grudges threaten to doom them all.
Yet, horror here is laced with electric camp: nervous banter, cheesy one-liners, and madcap zero-gravity escapes, all while the real threat - eternal, unstoppable hunger - never loosens its grip. The asteroid belt’s silence becomes claustrophobic, interrupted only by the grind of metal and distant, hungry clicks. Ominous graffiti, cryptic radio signals, and prophecies scratched in rock draw the crew (and viewer) deeper into cosmic dread - reminding all: in space, no one hears you scream over a punchline.
Void Sharks of the Asteroid Belt: When cosmic comedy and genuine terror collide, you’re left gasping - for breath or laughter, maybe both.

Coming soon, only for those brave enough to face the void.

Conference Floor Plan — Table