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Story Swap; Gather round the campfire and share some tales.
Topic Started: Jan 23 2010, 08:41 AM (391 Views)
Dragon_Paragon	Jan 23 2010, 08:41 AM Post #1
Boss Posts: 459 Group: Admin Member #2 Joined: November 17, 2009	It's deader 'n a chicken in Kentucky in here, so I figured we'd post some entertainment, to spice things up a bit. Go ahead and post some of your gaming stories here-We all got 'em! Oh, and if you get the chance, you should read the adventures of Fatback and Stan on SA! Or was it Bob? I can't remember. So, I have this player for my Deadlands group. He's a quirky guy-always plays Mad Scientists, and always ends up creating some sort of world-obliterating device out of steam engines and clockwork. He plays Mad Scientists to a T. Well, his characters seem to have a particular weakness, and it seems to be sea monsters. He was running a Blessed Mad Scientist; a bible thumpin' psychopath who'd carve scripture on the door frame of any room he was staying in. We had some good times with him; especially when he found an old burnt revolver after defeating a horde of pissed-off ghosts in Yuma, caused by the 1860s equivalent of a nuke that he'd let off in the same town at the start of the saga. Apparently the proper way to dispose of a haunted house is to blow up half of the city it's in. Who knew? Anyway, Bible McGadgets over here rights past wrongs (sort of) and earns himself a burnt-up single action army for his troubles. Now, this ain't any ordinary gun; whenever you shoot it, the bullet flies out with a ten foot long gout of flame, and the bullet explodes into brimstone when it strikes a target. Pretty cool, right? He thought so. 'Smatter fact, he thought so more and more every time he fired the gun. See, in Deadlands, magic items pretty much ALWAYS have a drawback. This one caused pyromania! Anyway, that's a whole nuther story. So, he's on a riverboat with the rest of the party (they're all a wacky bunch), when they see a confederate ironclad sailin' way too close for comfort. Still, they don't wanna rock the boat, so they limit themselves to bein' out of sight. That is, until long black tendrils start comin' out of the water and snatchin' passengers! The party springs into action! They shoo the rest of the passengers inside, and begin firing at the tentacles, especially after they start gropin' the party like a drunken freshman with a passed out sorority girl. They're not doin' much; for every one they kill, two more take its place. Unfortunately, two of the heroes, the crass gunslingin' convent runaway and Bible McGadget get snatched up and dragged under! Things are lookin' pretty grim-A lot of the party's firepower is under the bloody ole muddy, and, wouldn't you know it, none of the cowpokes can swim! That is, except for the Texas Ranger! With his mighty one level in swimmin', he fearlessly jumps off the steamboat and doggy paddles after his friends. In the meantime, the rest of the party does whatever they can to hurt the beast under the Ironclad-they're not sure what it is, but they're pretty darn sure it ain't just a boat. They manage to scare it off, but their timin' ain't great-It still has their friends in its grasp! However, Aquaman, as the Texas Ranger has been called ever since this incident, in one of the most phenomenal feats of dice rolling I've ever seen, manages to free the (now passed-out) gunslinger from the tentacle, swim with her all the way back onto the boat, and climb back on board with her just in time to strike a pose. Unfortunately, the beasty had already decided to snack on Bible McGadget's head by the time Aquaman had gotten there Win some you lose some, huh? I'll tell you about his next encounter with a sea monster in a bit. I need me some sleep. I'll give you a hint, though; it involves ingestion.


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