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Gaming (supplement & Shadowrun)
I found and grabbed up a copy of Mutants Down Under in the used section of the FLGS, for only $1 (American), and read it all the way through. Frankly it's awesome and if I had players and a basic Palladium book I'd run it, because thanks to Tank Girl I know exactly what characters would do post-apocalypse Australia;
There's this seriously great guide to how to speak with an overdone ocker accent and the best part of the entire supplement is the suggestion that characters fond of shortening phrases might use "dirge up" for "take off in the dirigible."
Last Saturday's Shadowrun game was also awesome. The short form is that the ex-Ares corporate soldier got a note saying that someone knew who she was and what she did and to come to Seattle's glittering Dante's Inferno nightclub to take on a job. Once there, it turned out the job was from Ares, who were willing to conveniently forget about how our band of runners had previously obliterated an entire expensive squad of Ares corporate soldiers if we protected the son of a top level executive and who was now a ghoul. We acquired a batch of useful things, and started our stakeout.
The long form is that we got invited to Seattle's glittering Dante's Inferno nightclub and the troll was reluctant to go because he wouldn't fit in.
Elf: Oh, come on. It'll be awesome. We'll go hang out in Gluttony and get completely hammered on her [points to former corporate soldier] credstick.
Troll: I guess so, yeah...
Elf: You're over 21 right?
Troll: [snorts derisively] Yeah, 'course!
Elf: Oh good, I'm not.
While the corporate soldier talked to the Johnson, the elf used Sperethiel and Etiquette (Elf) to get the troll past the door guards as her bodyguard, complete with his collection of axes. The pair then holed up in Gluttony and drank (shots and whole brandy snifters, respectively) Glenfiddich on the former corporate soldier's credstick.
Troll: How the hell does a kid from that social class get HMHVV anyway, don't they teach kids about condoms these days?
Elf: Oh come on. I figure they met at Rocky. Half of everyone there looks like ghouls anyway. Then afterwards they went to Denny's, and they went in the bathroom, and they did the nasty. Did the dog. Did the basilisk.
Troll: The basilisk?
Elf: Yeah. You know when one person just lays there like a rock.
Troll: Oh. I thought that was just 'the inexperienced teenager.'
Elf: And anyway sixteen year olds do dumb shit. I mean when I was sixteen I summoned the Uktena into my bedroom and didn't know how to bind it. I was grounded for a month.
Former Corporate Soldier: You summoned the Uktena into your bedroom while you were living with your folks?
Elf: Where else was I gonna summon It?
Troll: 'I'm a Rat shaman and this is Jackass.'
Former Corporate Soldier: Okay, so what do I know about ghouls? [rolls dice]
GM: [checks book] [describes Krieger strain HMHVV effects] victim is pale, eyes are filmed over white, long filthy dark nails, elongated ears.
Elf: Okay I was wrong. That's like only about an eighth of the people who show up at Rocky.
GM: The house is a huge sprawling Mac-Mansion on the shores of Lake Washington. You notice that the windows on the top floor have been blacked out.
Elf: What an ugly guy, I hope he doesn't get a close-up.
Elf player: Well, maybe we can find a rotted flesh patch for the kid.
Troll player: Necrorettes stops the cravings!
- drink indiscriminately
- screw indiscriminately
- expend John Woo like quantities of ammunition indiscriminately
- make foul noises, foul gestures, and foul smells
- drink indiscriminately
- oh and have adventures or some mickey like that
There's this seriously great guide to how to speak with an overdone ocker accent and the best part of the entire supplement is the suggestion that characters fond of shortening phrases might use "dirge up" for "take off in the dirigible."
Last Saturday's Shadowrun game was also awesome. The short form is that the ex-Ares corporate soldier got a note saying that someone knew who she was and what she did and to come to Seattle's glittering Dante's Inferno nightclub to take on a job. Once there, it turned out the job was from Ares, who were willing to conveniently forget about how our band of runners had previously obliterated an entire expensive squad of Ares corporate soldiers if we protected the son of a top level executive and who was now a ghoul. We acquired a batch of useful things, and started our stakeout.
The long form is that we got invited to Seattle's glittering Dante's Inferno nightclub and the troll was reluctant to go because he wouldn't fit in.
Elf: Oh, come on. It'll be awesome. We'll go hang out in Gluttony and get completely hammered on her [points to former corporate soldier] credstick.
Troll: I guess so, yeah...
Elf: You're over 21 right?
Troll: [snorts derisively] Yeah, 'course!
Elf: Oh good, I'm not.
While the corporate soldier talked to the Johnson, the elf used Sperethiel and Etiquette (Elf) to get the troll past the door guards as her bodyguard, complete with his collection of axes. The pair then holed up in Gluttony and drank (shots and whole brandy snifters, respectively) Glenfiddich on the former corporate soldier's credstick.
Troll: How the hell does a kid from that social class get HMHVV anyway, don't they teach kids about condoms these days?
Elf: Oh come on. I figure they met at Rocky. Half of everyone there looks like ghouls anyway. Then afterwards they went to Denny's, and they went in the bathroom, and they did the nasty. Did the dog. Did the basilisk.
Troll: The basilisk?
Elf: Yeah. You know when one person just lays there like a rock.
Troll: Oh. I thought that was just 'the inexperienced teenager.'
Elf: And anyway sixteen year olds do dumb shit. I mean when I was sixteen I summoned the Uktena into my bedroom and didn't know how to bind it. I was grounded for a month.
Former Corporate Soldier: You summoned the Uktena into your bedroom while you were living with your folks?
Elf: Where else was I gonna summon It?
Troll: 'I'm a Rat shaman and this is Jackass.'
Former Corporate Soldier: Okay, so what do I know about ghouls? [rolls dice]
GM: [checks book] [describes Krieger strain HMHVV effects] victim is pale, eyes are filmed over white, long filthy dark nails, elongated ears.
Elf: Okay I was wrong. That's like only about an eighth of the people who show up at Rocky.
GM: The house is a huge sprawling Mac-Mansion on the shores of Lake Washington. You notice that the windows on the top floor have been blacked out.
Elf: What an ugly guy, I hope he doesn't get a close-up.
Elf player: Well, maybe we can find a rotted flesh patch for the kid.
Troll player: Necrorettes stops the cravings!