Son of a gun, we'll have some MORTAL PERIL on the Bayou

So there we were, party of three stranded in the middle of a swamp on an oil drilling platform, where we after much deliberation decided to spend the night. In the morning, after shooting an alligator right between the eyes, we started heading back to Manchac ... this time without a guide.

We came across some redneck trappers, who were apparently both hairy and Cajun (they still exist!), and who later decided to kill us. They caught Sutcliffe and Murphy in beaver traps, and we had a hard time getting out of there.

Fortunately, Sutcliffe made them pay for the ambush. Unfortunately, he left the battle with a hole where his chest used to be. Seeing as how he's Harrowed (YES, HATCH AND MURPHY FINALLY REALISED!), it meant he didn't stay dead. As the trappers so rudely tried to get rid of us, we looted their bodies before continuing back to the town. Murphy passed out from exhaustion, as we hadn't thought to pack any food. Fortunately, she woke up and could take the train with Hatch, while Sutcliffe (bundled up in beaver pelts) had to pay double for his ticket.

Back in New Orleans, Sutcliffe came back from the dead the next day, and he finally had some 'splainin' to do!

I had an Eldar and I eated it

Not a lot of quotes for this session, because we got started quite late, and then we spent a lot of time clobbering orcs over the head. And clobbering orcs doesn't give a lot of time over for other things. We were rather successful in the clobbering, however. Because we're awesome Space Marines, blessed by the Emperor. Obviously.

Oh, and one of them turned out to be an Eldar. We brought him back to the base and interrogated him. He didn't last long, but that really wasn't our fault. After all, he shouldn't have been a Xenos heretic in the first place.

And they wonder why there are no women in roleplaying

Being one player short didn't stop us. We killed a guy and then we suddenly decided to move from a nice hotel to a less than nice boarding house in the City of Lost Angels. Mary spoke to a guy from the Agency (of which she has absolutely no involvement whatsoever), and turned out to be the only person who lacked an arcane background and therefore lost out on great new facial features like horns, snake eyes or looking like a half-melted Terminator. We also ended up talking about how the gun in Cluedo is actually a six-barrel Gatling gun and not just ANY sort of gun, and arguing about whether or not the Harry Potter books are any good. So I guess it was a fairly normal Tuesday, all in all.

All I ever wanted to do was to get to Seattle

Courtesy of the last night's 1^st Edition Deadlands adventure at Chimera. This week on the Hellstromme Express, the geriatric Gunslinger has been hired as a bodyguard to one of the NPC mad scientists (our own couldn't make this session, unfortunately), and we had a guest star using our generic gunslinger character sheet, who was also hired for the same job.

Random comments from players and GM, along with a party also consisting of an Alchemist Snake-oil salesman, a prawn-pukin' Huckster, and a high-falutin' Reporter (who made her fame primarily as a popular dime novelist) who has ABSOLUTELY NO CONNECTIONS TO THE AGENCY WHATSOEVER. And an assortment of radioactive zombies, demon-huntin' Belgian detectives, Cider Man and a crash course in Norse Curling, because it's the only sport that's possibly more boring to watch than snooker.

Okay, dynamite enema it is

Courtesy of the last night's 1^st Edition Deadlands adventure at Chimera. It's back! And it's actually more stuff than last week, because yes, the party really is that crazy. :D This week in 19^th Century Weird West, we found come clues as to where to look for the stolen black diamond a certain Dr. Hellstromme hired us to find. On the way there, we took the train, which meant the GM could finally unleash Murder on the Hellstromme Express on us!

Again, we bring you random comments from players and GM, along with a party consisting of an Alchemist Snake-oil salesman, a geriatric Gunslinger, a dynamite-obsessed Huckster, a Mad Scientist with an antique Gatling gun, and a high-falutin' Reporter. And a chorus of a train full of mad scientists, automaton ants and a train manipulation contest. Oh, and casual racism.

For those about to roll, we salute you

Ever heard of @shitmydadsays? He ain't got nowt on British roleplayers! There are a lot of funny things going on whenever we roleplay at Chimera, so last night, I decided to start noting down the sort of crazy things the party said in or out of character, for the sheer hilarity of it.

Courtesy of the latest 1^st Edition Deadlands adventure in 19^th Century Weird West (Salt Lake City, to be precise), we bring you random comments from players and GM, along with a party consisting of an Alchemist Snake-oil salesman, a geriatric Gunslinger, a dynamite-obsessed Huckster, a Mad Scientist who's the spitting image of Wyatt Earp, and a high-falutin' Reporter. And a (now deceased) baddie we had captured for questioning purposes. Rock on, pardner!