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Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...

 

Isunne... My name is muerte.

Delphic assassin: your name is Morty? Why are you telling me this?

Isunne: muerte... It means death!

Delphic assassin: okay, morty, but that seems kinda dark for your particular ethos.

 

Immediately reminded me of this, from the movie 'Undercover Blues'.

 

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McGinty OOC
: Rule One of Cthulhu Hunting : If you shoot it and it doesn't die, run away.

Rule Two : If your colleagues are running faster than you, shoot them in the legs.

Rule Three : Hobos make great scapegoats.

 

McGinty takes possession of the Wilcox mansion & museum. At last he has a property he hasn't acquired, purchased, or modelled, under dubious circumstances.

 

 

McGinty : We've finally got the keys!

Aldous Quinn : Since when has that ever stopped you?

McGinty : We can legally renovate!

Aldous Quinn : Since when has that ever stopped you?

 

At least nobody has identified McGinty's criminal alter-ego ( ! ) Chuck Larms yet.

 

McGinty : Pursued by dyslexic Irishmen everywhere.

 

New Player : What kind of characters do you already have?

GM : Well, Ian here is playing Paddy McGinty, violent Irish drunk. So that niche is filled.

New Player : Violent Irish drunk? Seems to be some redundancy there.

GM : There's a certain amount of tautology, I admit.

 

McGinty and Aldous rearrange the museum.

 

GM : What are you going to do with the pornographic waxworks?

McGinty : Donate them to the local Catholic school?

 

McGinty : I'll move the iron maiden to the basement, the torture rack to Al's room, and the guillotine to the kitchen.

GM : Why?

McGinty : Because cutting bread with it will be a novelty. Oh, and ham.

 

They do wonder what to do with the case full of disturbing taxidermy, all collected from the vicinity of one Nahum Gardner's farm, in 1883. There's a news clipping too, about a meteor that landed there the year before. This does not bode well - the group have already encountered something unpleasant hatching from a meteorite, but alarmingly the university records on the meteor are missing - there's some dates on the box though, so off to the town library they go. Aldous hits the back issues, and McGinty flirts with the librarian.

 

Aldous : Erm, what about that one in Gamwell, Mr. McGinty?

McGinty : Don't worry, I'm a one-woman man. One in each postcode.

Aldous OOC : You sure you're not a Kennedy?

 

Aldous : How can a meteorite seven feet across go missing?

McGinty : Maybe it evaporated?

GM : Funny you should say that...

 

Aldous exhibits his startling bredth of knowledge again, correcting his employer on certain details about the discovery of Helium. Like that element, the meteorite apparently exhibited some completely novel spectrographic features. At least the detonation of it in the atmosphere is almost normal.

 

McGinty : Oh yeah, that sort of big loud bang happens around here all the time. Sometimes it sounds like someone shouting in the sky. "OI, McGINTY, STOP IT" but not really, it's just thunder, followed by a big bolt of lightning. One of them meteohorrorigical phenomenons.

Aldous : And how close were you to this lightning, Mr. McGinty? A couple of yards?

McGinty : Eh, wouldn't say that. Maybe a couple of feet?

Aldous : Right. Can I get some of those alcohol prescriptions made out for me?

McGinty : ' course you can.

 

McGinty : No I didn't! I challenge you to name one time I ever set a house on fire!

GM : The Martensen House, which you blew up with dynamite and diesel.

McGinty : ... OK, name two.

 

Checking county maps reveals the Gardner's farm to stand north of the now deserted Clark's Corners. Indeed, deeds show that nobody that moved into the area since the 1880s has stayed long either, and the only person still paying property tax is one Ammi Pierce. And the newer Bolton Road conspicuously avoids the entire district. Perhaps the planned Arkham Reservoir has driven them all off?

 

McGinty : Oh, hell no. That's one project that's going to get canned when I'm governor. Ooh! Better idea - I'll buy up all the land around there, and sell it all to the government. I'll hold out as long as I can but I'm sure the Governor will offer me a high enough price eventually. Bwahahaha!

 

McGinty and Aldous drive out to the site, near Chapman's Brook, and take the opportunity to plant 'Vote McGinty!' signs at each intersection. Or rather, McGinty orders Aldous to do all the hard work digging and hammering.

 

Aldous : Privately, I'm not voting for him. But this way I can pretend each sign is my employer's head. *BASHBASHBASH*

 

GM : The new road is laid far to the south, but traces of the old one can still be found amidst the weeds of a returning wilderness.

McGinty OOC : Old One??!!

GM : Old ROAD.

 

The site of the Gardner Farm is now an empty, lifeless expanse of grey dust, surrounded by stunted plantlife and dead trees. The ruins of the farmhouse and open maw of an old well add to the disquieting mood, and curious vapours playing over the hole don't help.

 

Lingering only to throw a few flares down the well, to see if the vapours are flammable, McGinty & Al head off to meet Ammi Pierce, the only surviving witness to the strange days 40 years before....

 

Cue the flashback....

 

Arkham vet Bill 'Doc' Pinter ( overly find of creosote as a cure for everything ) and farmer Ammi Pierce ( friend of the Gardners ) are going about their business one hot June day in 1882, when the sky is split by a deafening explosion.

 

Ammi : Hell's Bells!

Doc Pinter : Hmm, Grabtowski must be dynamite fishing again...

 

But it's not Grabtowski, it's the meteor, and after further detonations a pillar of smoke is rising over the Gardner farm. They're just the first of the crowd to reach it, to stare at the giant mottled brown lump of curiously soft metal that's landed in Nahum Gardner's front yard, and is still sizzling.

 

GM : Most 'citing thing to happen in t' county since thet two-headed calf got borned.

Doc Pinter : Yeah, that was a fine day. Especially after I had to get my arm right up there.

Ammi Pierce : Can't rightly say I've ever enjoyed having my arm up a cow that much.

 

The way the meteor stays burning hot, even hours later, excites some comment.

Ammi Pierce : You're a man o' lernin' Doc, maybe it got all burned up in t' ether?

 

Some discussion arises about the best way Nahum can profit from this windfall - certainly the professors from Miskatonic are extremely excited and willing to pay to have it moved to the University - but for now they'll settle for a chunk.

 

Although they return in great excitement for more the next day - the metal is unlike anything every seen before, and their sample evaporated into thin air along with its beaker. The main lump is much smaller than yesterday, too.

 

Doc Pinter : You been selling off chips to the tourists, Nahum?

 

Hacking off a bigger chunk reveals a weirdly Coloured vesicle in the metal, hollow, that pops when the geologist taps it with his hammer. They anticipate more, especially once they have the meteor carved up. Ammi and the other locals spend the rest of the day checking the meteorite up, and arguing about the best way to move it.

 

Ammi Pierce : I'm not complainin' mind, them college folk are paying by t' hour. XD

 

It's still too hot to touch too. Ammi wonders if this has something to do with stuff called helium the professors mentioned.

 

Ammi : So this here rock comes from the Sun, like that there helium stuff? That why it's still so hot?

Professor Blakey : What? Oh, no... well, probably no. It's retaining the terrific friction of its passage through the atmosphere, somehow.

Ammi : I get hot when I run fast. That makes sense.

 

But the rock is completely destroyed overnight, and the events over the next year-and-a-half proceed pretty much as Lovecraft's story describe - increasing weirdness around the farm, the slow mental disintegration of the Gardner's, and the increasing taint in the livestock and crops.

 

Doc Pinter OOC : Nice melons, Nahum

Ammi OOC : But I detect a certain bitter aftertaste XD

 

Ammi : Don't you ever think it's funny you ride a bicycle instead of a horse, Doc?

Doc Pinter : I fix 'em, I don't ride 'em

 

Soon, Doc Pinter & Ammi are the only people who will go anywhere near the place, and even they are extremely reluctant to do so. They do their best to persuade the Gardner to move his family and crops over to the upland fields, to little result.

 

Nahum : But what about the orchards, Doc?

Doc Pinter : Can't you move the trees?

Ammi : Ain't no way to move a tree, Doc

GM : 'If God had meant trees to move around, he'd have given them legs' *looks innocent*

Ammi OOC : And if that isn't creepy foreshadowing I don't know what is.

Doc Pinter : Well you can't say the crops are doing you any good down here, with all of them turning grey and the apples falling from the vine, and everything.

Nahum : ... I know you're a vet there Doc, but apples dun grow on vines.

Ammi OOC : "... and that's why I went into animal practise"

 

Mutant wildlife, luminous plants, and the way the trees writhe at night are enough to ensure Ammi doesn't go anywhere without shotgun and axe, and after Mrs Gardner goes insane Ammi and the Doc force Nahum to shift his house and livestock, although Mrs. Charity Pierce is not happy that the Gardners will be staying at Ammi's place for a few days. But even the hours of daylight are becoming unbearable around the Gardner farm, with uncanny silences that leave all the Gardners listening, with horrible haunted expressions.

 

They decide to rip the Gardner building apart for timber for the new place - after all, whatever had poisoned the soil can't have got into the buildings, surely - and Pinter volunteers to spend the night in the unfinished building. A ghastly experience, since he gets to look down the valley at the now unmistakable and unnatural Colour that flickers on every tree at night.

 

After that, Ammi and wife go to stay with their daughter in Arkham, and he and Pinter do their darnedest to force the Law to get involved. Whatever unnatural disease is infecting the plants and livestock is clearly a threat to health. It takes Ammi's very last remnants of neighbourliness to go back to the valley to collect Nahum, Nanny, Zenas, Thaddeus and little Merwin, but at least Doc Pinter and the Sheriff are along for moral support.

 

Nahum is still alive. But the boys are missing, and what they find upstairs is a thing of screaming horror...

 

*****

 

As you probably gathered, I surprised my players with a play-through the original Colour Out Of Space novella, although Weldun/Aldous bowed out. The remaining players enjoyed themselves though, and seemed to appreciate the sheer helpless horror of the situation, which was nice. I look forward to next week, as the 1880s section concludes, and we return to to the 1920s and the usual characters.

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On Tech-Priests and their endless holy quest for Standard Template Constructs, ancient instruction manuals for making standardized tools and machines.

 

GM : Behold, the original Spork!

 

On dePledge's giant spaceship/monument to vanity

 

GM : Truck nuts the size of small moons

Tech-Priest Casu Marzu OOC : And hundreds of tech-adepts out there polishing them.

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From the last session of my Icons campaign.

 

Supernal: Flying Brick with alter ego as newspaper publisher. Arguably the team's leader.

Panzer: Powered armor heroine still learning how the suit works. Maintains a male appearance in armor.

Gatekeeper: Mystic hero with a reputation as a weirdo.

Golden Dragon: Martial artist who maintains a low profile with the press.

 

In this session, the team is challenged by the never before seen on this Earth supervillain Foxbat, and his sexy sidekick Kitty, a female martial artist in skintight black leather. Foxbat has surrounded a strip mall's Bank of America with a low-grade force wall and challenged the team to stop him from robbing the bank.

 

Golden Dragon: We should just ignore him. If we respond to every crazy in a costume making threats, it'll just encourage more of them.

 

Later, after the team arrives on scene.

Panzer: He hasn't actually robbed the bank. What do we charge him with?

Supernal: Reckless endangerment of the public.

Golden Dragon: Trespassing?

Gatekeeper: Felony loitering and being a public nuisance.

 

Gatekeeper puts Foxbat under Mind Control and orders him to dance to keep him from bothering them.

 

Panzer: River dancing? I didn't need that image.

Golden Dragon: (OOC) At least it isn't Dwarven River Dancing.

 

As the fight draws to the end of the first turn, Golden Dragon was dealing with a choke hold as Kitty is astride the back of his neck, her legs locked around his head and squeezing. Foxbat had put down Gatekeeper with an electrified ping pong ball shot from his gun. Golden Dragon combines an escape with a throw and face slams Kitty into a brick wall, breaking her nose and knocking out a tooth or two.

 

Foxbat sees this and does a leaping kick into Golden Dragon, who is utterly surprised by this.

 

Foxbat: You hurt Kitty. Let's get dangerous.

Golden Dragon : Darkwing Duck? And did you all see that kick he landed? This guy isn't normal.

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On Tech-Priests and their endless holy quest for Standard Template Constructs, ancient instruction manuals for making standardized tools and machines.

 

GM : Behold, the original Spork!

 

On dePledge's giant spaceship/monument to vanity

 

GM : Truck nuts the size of small moons

Tech-Priest Casu Marzu OOC : And hundreds of tech-adepts out there polishing them.

 

 

Proof indeed that Smut Fields can manifest anywhere in the Multiverse...

 

 

 

Major Tom 2009 :sneaky:

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In a recent 'Star Wars' game ...

 

Our group are honoured guests of a local crimelord, having helped him against other equally un-nice people. We are in our guest quarters for the night, when those people decide to seek revenge.

 

The Noble in our party settles down in her own room. She has some heavy-duty (secret) computer work to do and leaves instructions NOT to be disturbed. My Character, Sam Darpa (Scoundrel), makes her a pot of coffee and leaves her to it.

 

Later, Sam is lying asleep in bed (having flubbed his Perception roll) when the assassin breaks in. Assassin tries to use his poisoned dagger, and also flubs it - doing very nasty things to Sam's pillow. Unsurprisingly, Sam wakes up. Given how things are developing for most of the party (Combat, except for the Noble - still oblivious in her room), the Ref probably expects Sam to go all Heroic or some such thing.

 

Instead, I tell the Ref, "Sam screams like a school girl - and throws his blankets over the assassin's head...".

 

Yeah, another proud moment for ol' Sam. The rest of the Players are amused.

 

The Ref has me make a roll-to-hit, and I do well enough to entangle the assassin in the blankets. He can't see a thing, and will need to take at least one action to get out of said blankets.

 

My next action is to ...... ask the Referee if there is any space UNDER the bed. The Referee says there is.

 

"OK, I grab my blaster off the bedside table, and DIVE under the bed."

 

The Ref orders a Stealth roll, which Sam makes very handily. The assassin pulls the blankets off his head, and finds the room now apparently empty. He is just about to start searching when two better-armed PCs burst in and attack.

 

Sam waits out the fight under his bed. All he can see from there are feet anyhow, and he decides not to risk shooting the wrong extremities.

 

To cap things off, as all the combat ends, the lady Noble sticks her head out of her room and yells to the world "Would you people PIPE DOWN!" before slamming the door shut.

 

Somebody says "Sam, I think you overdid it with her coffee...".

 

Not Sam's finest hour but, hey, for once he got through combat unharmed. Although, when proper security had been established and the bodies removed, he did choose to spend the rest of the night sleeping UNDER his bed.

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