Roll Credits

Hey fellas! Looks like this show is over. Thanks to all current and former players: Rondo, Doc Rotwang, Wulfgar, Age of Fable, Tavis, Jonathan and Dave. It was great fun running for you guys!

I probably won't post to this blog but I'm leaving it up in case I get the urge to start anew. If you want to keep in touch, look out for me at my main blog, Malevolent & Benign or drop me a line by email.

Trouble Commenting?

So I guess there have been some issues with Blogger that have kept comments from posting properly. On the off chance any of you have had trouble I've switched off the in-page comment box and gone back to a separate page for adding comments.

(I'm sort of hoping that's the deal -- I'm waiting on you four to figure out your next move...)

Have You Ever Been Experienced?

XP for all, even the noobs! I mostly just went by the book (p.19), which favors the fightingest PCs -- Buck & Creature would be 2nd level were they still active. But anyone who contributed to the defeat of a foe got a share, whether they used their fists or their wits.

Zarko: 394
Hobson: 201
Thorax: 91
Awesome Dude: 75

I'll continue responding to the post-brawl thread, but I'm leaving the next move up to you guys. Each of your PCs started with a rumor or two (email me if you need a reminder), and if none of those seems worth pursuing I'm open to whatever you dudes throw at me. Once you got a notion of what you wanna do you can gather up your things and skedaddle. We can gloss over travel back to God City central, unless of course you want to make the trek there your next quest.

Blog Feeding, Inbox Pleading, XP Conceding, Soon Proceding

Non-stop bullet-pointed ACTION:

• Updated the blog post RSS to Feedburner. Those following along via RSS or Atom feed may need to re-subscribe.
• I've had an implied request for email updates. I agree! Therefore you can now subscribe via email as well. Sign up in the box to the left and you'll get an email on any day there's a new post to the blog.
• If you want an email every time someone comments you'll have to subscribe to each post. Just scroll to the bottom of the post in question and click on the "Subscribe by email."
• Tomorrow night I'll be awarding XP!
• In the meantime, you might want to put your heads together and figure out your next move. An ape, a caveman, a hobbit and a lizard man meet in a Brawl. Then what?
  

Bigby Smalls' Bigtime Brawl: Secret Origins

Now it can be told!




With the Brawl over (for the PCs anyhow), I can reveal the source from which I swiped the whole scenario: It's The Great Outdoor Fight, a beloved storyline from Chris Onstad's brilliant webcomic Achewood.







Outdoor battle royale in a huge fenced-in arena? Check.
Rag-tag band of followers? Check.
Recumbent tai chi? Clearing off the wounded by crane? Check.

The whole tale can be found online, starting here (well, there's a prelude of sorts featuring a junkie squirrel and anatomically correct mobile phone accessories). Also available in a print edition published by Dark Horse Comics. Highly recommended!

Post Brawl Pub Crawl?

"Quit standin' thray with yeer tongues out and yeer balls hangin'. What ya havin'?"

Hurry Up & Wait II

I'm off to Winter War 36 this afternoon. Among other things I'll be playing Labyrinth Lord and Encounter Critical with the Mighty Rients! Let me tell you about my character...

Anyhow. I'll be offline all weekend. We'll continue where we left off, just to wrap things up with the Brawl, but you all may want to start thinking about what's next for your PCs.

I'll be back to posting on Monday. Rock on, brothers.

Lux Pioneer

Remember this: Everything that you have ever experienced in your entire life has brought you to this instant. All things now are possible in the limitless void of counter-actuality. All things too that are knowable, will be realized in this new dimension of bikini girls with machine guns.



Sounds like heaven. RIP Lux Interior.

Zarko Alone

Zarko floats on a queasy raft, plunging and rocking on a drab gray sea. Time seems stuck. Every time he opens his eyes the same cold white sun blinds him, frozen overhead. Even his whiskers ache.

At first, he floats near his friends, Creature, Buck, and Quazarn. But after a while he sleeps, and one by one the others are rescued. Quazarn departs in a blaze of light...surrounded by robed men...stars painted on their pointy heads...a pirate crew recruits Buck...manacles on his wrists...some sort of hazing...Creature is helped into a crisp white khakis and a polo shirt...purple crown on the breast....

Zarko wakes up, his throat dryer than the taps of Temperance Gulch on Far Tatooine. Two faces hover overhead, dark against the rectangular white sun. Firm but not ungentle hands tilt back Zarko's head and raise a bottle to his lips, and he drinks. It's sweet, herbal, cool yet warming, spreading a flush of heat across his body. He feels like a game of 52 pick-up in reverse, shuffled back together with all his trumps in order.

"Hey! Ztharko! How are you feeling, Ztharko?" says a familiar voice.