NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
WEDNESDAY, 6 MARCH 1935
In this very first airing of our new characters, they were hired to look into the disappearance of a man's sister. She had been courted by a local slimeball, who may or may not have had something to do with the disappearance. Investigations ensued, taking us both on a stake-out and to a retirement home, with the mysterious Dr Chainsaw. The name might be a clue.
The heroes of this piece are the investigating team of Hatch and Malone. Private investigator Napoleon "Nape" Hatch likes to drink, and to ogle pretty dames. His colleague is a little bit harder to explain. Penny "Dreadful" Murphy is trying to become a full-time reporter, but these are troubled times and her articles aren't always selling - hence why she's also working as a private investigator. It would be a conflict of interest to write articles about cases you investigate, hence why she's using the (fairly obvious) pseudonym Molly Malone.
The two met while working on a case. Hatch was investigating whether or not some dame's husband was being unfaithful, and Malone was trying to get a scoop investigating the same thing, so they decided to work together. And then they thought it would be a good idea to continue working together. We'll see who regrets it first.
Born to not investigate, not to survive
We ended up generating characters for the next game, Deadlands Noir, instead of playing a boardgame. So far, we're not sure what to make of the Savage Worlds system, as it's more limited than 1st Ed Deadlands, but we'll see how we like it as we go along. If we decide against it, we'll just convert the characters (or create new ones, as the case may be) into the Deadlands we're used to, only using the new 1930s setting.
The heroes of this adventure are two investigators. Both are very savvy when it comes to investigating, tracking, searching and things like that. Being able to shoot a gun is sort of optional. We might hit, if we're lucky. As long as no one hits us back, because we sort of ran out of points to be able to get a Dodge skill. Ho hum.
In one corner, there's a gumshoe, a private eye, and a drunken one at that ... and in the other, a plucky yet impulsive reporter. How could this team of non-combatants possibly not succeed in a world full of [radioactive barf] zombies and evil spirits?
The heroes of this adventure are two investigators. Both are very savvy when it comes to investigating, tracking, searching and things like that. Being able to shoot a gun is sort of optional. We might hit, if we're lucky. As long as no one hits us back, because we sort of ran out of points to be able to get a Dodge skill. Ho hum.
In one corner, there's a gumshoe, a private eye, and a drunken one at that ... and in the other, a plucky yet impulsive reporter. How could this team of non-combatants possibly not succeed in a world full of [radioactive barf] zombies and evil spirits?
Don't fear the Reaper - fear us!
After deciding to implant the dead body with a smartphone, tucked nicely somewhere under the stitches from the recent organ transplant, Special Agents Mulligan and Cully headed to Providence to follow up on another lead.
In a cottage somewhere in the woods, we found one of the other transplant cases, a "tortured artist", who was still semi-coherent. He was cuffed to a woodburning stove and tranquilised. Meanwhile, Cully looked at his paintings, lost 5 Sanity, and had to have a breather outside.
That's when the remaining two transplantees showed up ... and we had to barricade ourselves inside the artist's bungalow. Axes were involved. Cully sneaked out of the back door, aiming to get to the stolen car the transplantees had brought with them. If the mastermind's head was in it, we could destroy it, and no one would have to die.
Well, the axe-wielding maniac had to be taken out, and the 12-year-old girl unfortunately noticed the not-stealthily-sneaking FBI agent and started shooting. Fortunately, she missed. Everyone else, however, didn't.
And then we lived happily ever after, humming along to Don't Fear the Reaper ...
In a cottage somewhere in the woods, we found one of the other transplant cases, a "tortured artist", who was still semi-coherent. He was cuffed to a woodburning stove and tranquilised. Meanwhile, Cully looked at his paintings, lost 5 Sanity, and had to have a breather outside.
That's when the remaining two transplantees showed up ... and we had to barricade ourselves inside the artist's bungalow. Axes were involved. Cully sneaked out of the back door, aiming to get to the stolen car the transplantees had brought with them. If the mastermind's head was in it, we could destroy it, and no one would have to die.
Well, the axe-wielding maniac had to be taken out, and the 12-year-old girl unfortunately noticed the not-stealthily-sneaking FBI agent and started shooting. Fortunately, she missed. Everyone else, however, didn't.
And then we lived happily ever after, humming along to Don't Fear the Reaper ...
Welcome to Zombies'R'Us! We have guns!
As we now had bodies to cut up, Cully set to work. There was no blue gunk or shifting, crystalline substances anywhere near here, however, but we learned that the zombie was in fact the guy who'd gone missing, and who we were looking for. Convenient! Not for him, granted, but for us.
We then followed leads, leading to an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, but there was nothing there, other than to show that the people we were hunting had been there.
On the way back, though, we were accosted by an overly friendly driver. Shots were exchanged and we eventually drove the guy off the road. Mulligan got shot, but seeing as how his partner is a certified MD, that wasn't so much of an issue. We responded by cordially blowing his head off.
Now we have more dead bodies to examine, although we're slightly concerned they'll decide to walk off on a homicidal rampage. Umm, help us Delta Green, you're our only hope?
We then followed leads, leading to an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, but there was nothing there, other than to show that the people we were hunting had been there.
On the way back, though, we were accosted by an overly friendly driver. Shots were exchanged and we eventually drove the guy off the road. Mulligan got shot, but seeing as how his partner is a certified MD, that wasn't so much of an issue. We responded by cordially blowing his head off.
Now we have more dead bodies to examine, although we're slightly concerned they'll decide to walk off on a homicidal rampage. Umm, help us Delta Green, you're our only hope?
Geek rage in the basement with a flashlight
We've now finally started playing the new adventure, in which we discovered the Mysterious Case of the Missing Body From the Morgue, a missing girl from a hospital and a missing hospital patient. They're all redheads - is this some sort of conspiracy? Following leads, we ended up in a dark and dingy basement, armed only with flashlights and guns ... although the GM insisted on having NPCs switch the proper lights on.
There was a zombie down there. A meatshield nearly died. It was the best day ever!
There was a zombie down there. A meatshield nearly died. It was the best day ever!
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