The group of mutants (the GM and one of the players are making their first appearance here on the blog - hi guys!) assembled on a keelboat headed for Fargo. It didn't get to Fargo, it got to some place where the sandy ground was turning into glass. A big metallic worm robot thing told us its task was to terraform the planet, despite our protestations. Fargo, it said, had been wiped out. It then decided to suck up a lot of water and turn it into sulphuric acid. Fortunately, before this, it ate the boat and spat it out much improved, so we were able to get the heck away from there.
To Fargo, as it happened. There was a horse and a bunny and some other creatures there. Turned out the bunny had some kind of robot eye-arm stuck in its brain, which we got rid of. (Not that the bunny seemed at all grateful for it.)
We used the mechanical eye-arm to lure out a bigger thing, made of goo, from a kind of pyramid structure. It made a noise to turn everyone against each other, making Jetstream use her flamethrower to make Orson into calamari, but we could play at that game too and so almost accidentally commanded it to kill itself.
On the inside the pyramid contained a massive pool of green goo and a person who didn't seem too happy to see us. And then a bigger thing came out.
Starring:
- Cecil, a plastic ladybird who used to be a children's toy and therefore hates everyone
- Gunther von Lunar, a vampiric plaguebearer from THE MOON!
- Jetstream, a regenerating speedster with a short attention span
- Mr Johnson, a seismic shapeshifter
- Orson, a hypercognitive octopoid former biker and also scientist
Courtesy of Saturday 14 December 2019's Gamma World roleplaying session at The Dice Cup.
“I should use this d6 more often. It likes rolling sixes.”
Jetstream (to Orson): “You’re the best backpack I’ve ever had.”
“Can I kick it?”
“Yes, you can.”
Player 1: “I thought symbiotes were supposed to help people.”
Player 2: “It’s not a symbiote, it’s a kling-on.”
Player 1: “On your starboard bow?”
GM: “Rocks fall, everyone dies.”
GM: “The scales shift in rainbow colours.”
Player:” Well, at least it’s an ally.”
Gunther: “MOON FLU!”
GM: “You sneeze at it. Awesome.”
“You’ve learned the most important lesson: sass the GM. They love it.”
“So what you’re saying is we’re murder-hobos.”
“No, we’re not getting a reward.”
GM: “The gun fires so badly it cures your moon flu.”
Player 1: (player rolls second 20 in a row using P2’s dice)
Player 2: “I’m definitely having this d20 back off you.”
GM: “The horse looks at you in an equine fashion.”
“Does the horse have a gun? Because if it did, it would be a Colt. Which is also what it would be in if it was into religion.”
“Everyone hates me, it’s part of my charm.”
“If you do something and don’t die, it’s probably okay for the rest of us.”
Cecil: “But I don’t want heavy armour!”
GM: “Too bad, the heavy armour wants you.”
“Can I kill the bunny? – I never thought I’d ever say that.”
NPC: “What the hell is that thing?!”
Gunther: “It just came out of your head, don’t worry.”
“Well, that could’ve gone better!”
“I wonder if it’s flammable.”
“I bet it is. Gel things always are.”
“Zero doesn’t necessarily mean dead, though …”
“Small d20 as well, who thought it would hit so hard?”
“When you can’t rely on science, turn to necromancy.”
Cecil: “Crispy fried scientist. My favourite.”
Player: “Too soon!”
Gunther: “Goodness, you have a goop pool! I love those!”
Jetstream: “What are we doing? Am I supposed to pull his eye out?”
Jetstream: “If I’m not tearing his eye out, should I use the surfboard?”
“Science-murder him!”
Gunther: “Last time I saw this much goop it left a lot of orphans.”
Cecil: “Did you kill them?”
Gunther: “No.”
Cecil: “Why not?”
“Does anyone have a virus?”
“I have a laptop. – Heyyyy, it’s not a Mac, is it?”
“Yeah, Macs can infect anything in the universe!”
“It is known!”
To be continued at some point, apparently!
