"Quit standin' thray with yeer tongues out and yeer balls hangin'. What ya havin'?"
"Rules are, in the end, the tool we use to herd our less interesting brethren, and need not apply to men of action and cunning."
Hank Riley
Hank Riley
Hank Riley
17 comments:
"Yargh! Gross! Yuck! Fowl!!!"
"Ahem - a Faygo Lime please."
"An ale, my good man."
By the way, I've just realised I preferred having the game on therpgsite, because I could subscribe to it and get an email when there was a new post.
[James: I wondered as much. In fact, I've just added a "subscribe via email" feature at the top left of the page. That should ping you for each new post to the blog.
To keep track of new blog comments you'll have to subscribe separately. Each post should have a "subscribe by email" link at the bottom of the page, beneath the "Post a Comment" box.
Hopefully that will make keeping up easier for any who prefer an email notification.]
Joey checks the prices on the concession window, looking for vodka or something alcoholic. Not wanting anyone to see where he's got his wad hidden, he then visits the little wookies' room to extract enough to buy a couple of drinks in the privacy of a stall.
[Moved this from the Brawl thread where it was posted. --Max]
The bartender serves up a fizzy glass of syntho-citrus soda pop for Awesome Dude and a Bullroarer Bitter for Hobson.
The lounge is cluttered with pleather couches and unmatched plastic chairs. Fighters loll about watching the Brawl on a holovid screen, or stand around shooting the shit. There's a row of arcade games and slot machines in a corner.
Joey the wooky races to the latrine and peels a sweaty handful of gold credits out of his hat. He returns to the bar and ponders his choices. "What's yeer pizen, pooch?"
They got Pole Position? They got Skee Ball? And how do I win?
[If you can find a Flash emulator for either of those games (or another you might be interested in), go nuts. Awesome Dude gets one play per GC. Take a screen shot and forward me your high score and we'll see if you win anything.]
"Ayahuasca," Joey says. He and his hatful of 2 GC will then retire to one of the pleather couches.
The bartender slips a breathing mask over his face and flips up the lid of cauldron sitting on an electro-brazier. A dank and earthy gout of steam roils out, reeking of burned licorice and composted grass cuttings. He ladles some of the frothy brew into a sippy cup and hands it to Joey, along with a plastic bucket.
"Mindee don't sick on the flure, Cap' Trips."
[Tavis: At this point you can keep running Joey or bring back Thorax again -- Thorax will be at 1 HP, and will heal Brawl damage at 2-8 HP per day of rest]
(Awesome Dude ventures over to various games)
I'm gonna win a switchblade comb!!!
http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t3/ddlhendrick/SkeeBall.gif
http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t3/ddlhendrick/PolePosition.gif
I don't think 740 points will get me enough tickets for that switchblade comb.
Who wants to go to Carhenge? Anyone up for pulling a car?
Hobson asks what Carhenge is.
Also...weren't you guys in the Brawl specifically to take care of someone?
What's carhenge? Oh, it's this great place where the ancient elders gathered to meditate on the great mysteries of life, like:
Ford or Chevy?
Elvis or Chuck Berry?
Fuzzy Dice or Rabbit's Foot?
Pine or Vanillaroma?
And so forth. I hear there's been some strange happenings thereabouts, like, for example, someone found a bunch of gold and some guns and vodka. For keeps!!!
A.D.'s Skeeball score earns him 70 tokens, which is good for any one of the following:
* One pair Genuine unFur Werewolf ears
* 6 pack of wax lips & wax fangs
* "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" Bigtime Brawl souvenir shot glass
* One roll of "You Should See the Other Guy" novelty bandages
* Pet rock
OK, cool, so...this other guy you guys were taking care of...?
[I'd hoped Zarko would turn up to answer your question, but as he's been incommunicado I'll chime in. The original 4 PCs were charged with escorting a half-lizard teen named Darryl to the Brawl. Darryl was actually knocked out within in minutes of the starting bell, but he's fine, and Darryl's mom is satisfied. You guys can leave at any time.
[Will, Tavis, hope to hear from you soon!]
Post a Comment