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(Alcamy by Steven A. Tinner) Liquid Courage 4 oz. Glenlivet (sic?) 3 oz Glenfiddach (sic?) 2 oz. Bushmills 1 oz (some other expensive and potent alcohol) 1 oz. Rotgut 4 oz Philosopher's Stone. Effect - Gives +6 to all guts checks for 1-6 hours Minor Malfunction - The booze hasn't all cooked out. You are tipsy, and at a -2 on all physical actions until the potion wears off. Major Malfunction - You are falling down drunk -6 to all physical actions Catastrophe - The potion is reversed! You are at -6 to all guts checks for 1-6 hours!! Silly I know, but fun! The best part is, it works in real life, without the Philosopher's Stone!!! ;-)
Apparently, his horse got infected with some kind of disease that started eating his horse's rear legs, so he managed to hack them off, and later got them replaced with a wheel (yes, a wheel!). Unfortunately, his left arm got infected as well, so he had to hack his arm off as well, replacing it with....a pitchfork -Graveyard Greg OK, hands up everyone whose first thought upon reading that was a wild-haired old man in a white lab coat staring at the stump of his arm and shrieking... "You bastards! Give me back my hand!" -Brent, guilty as charged
The Irish Boxer in our group learned that jumping into the cesspool to go hand-to-hand isn't a good idea when my Mad Scientist is cutting loose with his flame-thrower. I'd already blasted the thing once while it was in the cesspool, which burnt up all the methane in the excrement (see? We can be good when talking about outhouses), but cut loose with another burst; meaning that he could either get fried with 6d10 damage to the upper body or DUCK. His comment was "Whoa, laddie! That's some hot $h!t!" (That got him a blue chip because it made the Marshal choke on his rootbeer.) -Mgkelly
Well, my players seem to have a long standing AD&D tradition. They cannot leave a town until the Inn has burnt down. They don't always do it on purpose, but it always seems to happen.
. . .Another member of the posse learned not to shoot at a Prairie Tick when it was trying to crawl down his gullet. Blinded by the muzzle flash, deafened by the report, and three wound levels to the head. He got the Tick, though.... Mgkelly -- "Guns don't kill people. Bullets kill people."
- Glasswalker
-Dan Massek
"Y'all got a license for that there Injun?"
We have a Brave named Bobby Six-Killer. Sounded cool in the beginning, but now it should be something more like Bobby "Twenty-nine paleface and three abomination killer", so we just call him "Runs-with-scissors". -- Doug Palmer
> > > Junkers are able to scrounge parts and slap them together > > into working items. Think A-Team or the Professor from > > Gilligan's Island. > > How could you dis MacGuyver like this????? > > > Patrick Michael Phalen
::Eddie is holding one of two wagons up in the air with a Phantom Fingers Hex. (Don't ask why.) Nine Feathers tosses a torch at the airborne wagon to set it on fire, but botches and the torch lands on the other wagon:: Perry: Okay, that wagon is now on fire. Mirelle: The one on the ground? Nine Feathers: Yup. Mirelle: The one with Elizabeth and all our ammo in it?
Perry: So, Nine Feathers is dead by morning Eddie: Cut his head off.
Perry: As you finish burying Nine Feathers you see a couple of native types riding up over the hill. Mirelle: Great, Nine Feathers is dead now . . . Tabby: Well, at least they didn't show up while we were CUTTING OFF HIS HEAD.
"Hey everybody.
Some real unfriendly fellas showed up at the barn
and started giving Nine Feathers and I some trouble
so I ran one of them through . . .
with THIS."
::Hefts a bloody rake::
-Father Cal
::The posse was trying to keep from being swallowed alive by a "thing" that came up out of the ground. Suzie, a scientist pops up out of her wagon with a flame thrower on her back and roasts the "thing". Jonah was just happy not to have been eaten, the rest of the posse is a little more dubious:: Father Cal: What is that thing? Suzie: . . . It's a dragon in a backpack. ((Later that evening)) ::The posse is standing in Hollow Gulch, Father Cal's now deserted hometown. An army of undead has decimated the entire town and its population. The fear level is very high:: Father Cal: You all wait on the outskirts of town. There's something I need to do. Charlie: What are you gonna do? Father Cal: I'm gonna burn the place down. It may take a while. Suzie: No it won't! ::Holds up the nozzle of her flame thrower:: ((Still later)) ::Some "Rattlers" have attacked the party and once again *Jonah* is being munched on. Most of the party is either shooting at the rattler or pulling on Jonah:: Suzie: Can you guys get him clear so I can fry this thing? ::Eddie attempts a covert hex and ends up getting beat up by a manitu. Those who aren't shooting or pulling, notice the blood trickling from Eddie's mouth. So does Eddie, and he faints. Several of us rush to his aid. We're LARP'ers at heart so we break off to a different part of the room while the battle with the rattler rages on. Eddie comes too and we look over to see how the others are doing but we are confronted with the site of Bree, who plays Suzie, walking up to us holding a *chemical sprayer*. (Really, in real life walking up to us with a chemical sprayer.):: Mirelle: What 'appened? Suzy: It's dead, I killed it, with this... ::Bree holds up the chemical sprayer. We just stare at her for a sec:: Suzy: . . . I set it on fire . . . It's dead . . . Fear not . . . And thus Suzie's motto "Whatever it is I set it on fire." came into being.-Mirelle Bonchance