No one came to the Death Planet willingly, many races, creatures, monsters, and cosmic entities were randomly teleported here each year, wreaking havoc on whatever settlements were eeking out a meager existence.
But you COULD get to the planet... for the right price.
Blue Martians Jules and Vincent, former goons of some space gangsters, stole something from their employer and were on the run. It only made sense to their feeble brain to sell off the item for a pittance of it's worth and hire someone to run them to the Death Planet.
Blue Martians can be a very intelligent race. Jules and Vincent were not those types of Martians.
They had lost their equipment, their provisions, and even their weapons, a certain death sentence where they were. But fate smiled down from the spiraling acid-rain-filled clouds: One of the many bounty hunters hired to hunt the duo down, a certain Bernard Andrylx lay face down in the bog, a victim of any one of the planet's residents.
Vincent and Jules searched the body. a handful of rations hadn't completely spoiled and were a veritable feast for them after days on the run. But peeking out of the still water beside the body was a Bernard's backpack. Not more rations, but two large pistols were packed atop a pile of ammo clips.
"It's our lucky day, pal," Jules said with glee. "We might have enough firepower to make it out of this swamp. Here, take the smaller one. I know how you lose the more powerful weapons."
"You leave a heavy stubber outside a latrine one time and you get killed by some crazed space gladiator, and no one lets you live it down. That was two clones ago!"
"No matter what, our path of righteousness is emptied a bit of the tyranny of evil bounty hunters."
Beyond the copse of dead birch trees that hid Bernard's body, a number of shambling shapes appeared through the fog.
"Yep," Vincent replied, checking his ammo, "and replaced with zombies..."
(Jules and Vincent) |
The Shambling Mob |
Boom! |
A few more ineffectual shots a claws were traded, before the pair finally go the best of the mutants.
"Deez were very weak." Vincent sighed in disbelief.
The advantage of bachelor living is playing quick solo games to fill the time or work on a particular system. Sample scenarios, fiction, and character for Alternative Armies (Flintloque, Panzerfaust, Slaughterloo, etc) have offered as a sort of advent calendar to fans through Orcs in the Webbe. The scenario Twin Shotte was meant for Napoleonic elves and zombies of the Dark Czar, but it seems like a nice, basic mini-game to try out different, traits, abilities, and even arcana for Planet 28. When I'm not too inspired to play anything, I think I can break out the 2'x2' play area for this scenario, change a few variables, and continue to expand my knowledge base of the game system.
And this isn't the first Orcs in the Webbe scenario I've used. And it will certainly not be the last. Check out Easter this year with Gnome Wars, it should be a blast.
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