tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63192726008193210772024-03-13T21:25:53.778-07:00Game MayhemThis blog focuses on my miniature gaming. It is mostly 28mm, lots of zombies and other post apocalypse, some odd 40k and maybe even something else when it suits my fancy.Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-51297503045440194402018-10-28T17:26:00.000-07:002018-10-28T17:26:12.148-07:00Zomtober 2018, Week 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ahh, the final week of Zomtober! I may not have made all the progress I wanted, but I did get my last walkers done, bringing the total to 14.<br />
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The Walking Dead zombies have been fun to paint. They have great poses and a lot of character each. Compared to Zombicide or Wargames Factory zombies, they have good detail and a good mix of poses.<br />
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So I managed to get all my walkers completed, twelve from the box set and two bonus zombies. There are only two repeat poses, which is good, not that repetition is bad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks like Dawn could use some help.</td></tr>
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<i>"Walkers." The gravely voice with a southern drawl said from behind. "Looks like a herd. Could you use some help?"</i><br />
<i>Dawn turned to see a ragged man, still dressed as a county sheriff. "Never heard zombies called that." She replied.</i><br />
<i>"Zombies." He stretched the word out. "Never heard that."</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn meets Rick Grimes</td></tr>
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I did manage to get Rick Grimes painted from the All Out War set. I went with a tan and brown sheriff outfit. I drew inspiration from the TV show, even though I know the miniature is based on the comic. I am pretty happy with how he turned out. I didn't do much for the base, just added a torn up newspaper that headlines "The Dead Walk".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rick in front of the walker herd</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rick Grimes, All Out War</td></tr>
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I started the other survivors, but they are not quite done. Once they are complete, I'll get pictures up. With some luck they won't take long.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This week's painting</td></tr>
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I hope everyone had a great Zomtober!Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-70789251462507448162018-10-21T15:57:00.001-07:002018-10-21T15:57:38.316-07:00Zomtober 2018 Week 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It seems like it was a short week! I did get three more zombies done from the Walking Dead All Out War set. There are three more to go, and while not done, they are started. I will get them done this week, no problem. I have six survivors to paint after that, I hope to get a few of them done at least this month. We'll see what happens next week.<br />
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This week's walkers:<br />
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I do love the zombies/walkers from this set. They have such interesting poses. These three are a professional woman (maybe a manager), a hunter (he has a hunter's vest like top) and an old man (I figured either a retiree or professor). I'm happy with the 'guts' on the hunter - they look like they have been torn loose and he is hollowed out, at least somewhat.</div>
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This month's horde:</div>
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Have a great week everyone!</div>
Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-65947911638039663782018-10-14T15:52:00.000-07:002018-10-14T15:52:36.010-07:00Zomtober 2018, Week 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week I managed four more zombies completed. I did get more primed and some work done on them, but they are still a way off from being ready to show. I am really liking the walkers from the Walking Dead game. They are very good looking zombies!<br />
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It's hard to see, but the walker with the white top does have a pink/purple hairdo. It was washed out bad by the zombie wash, but it is more visible in real life.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn checks out the new arrivals</td></tr>
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So far I have eight of the walkers done. I have six more to go...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walkers!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two weeks worth of the horde!</td></tr>
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Happy Zomtober! I hope everyone is having a productive month!Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-4694884618628709832018-10-07T16:49:00.002-07:002018-10-07T16:49:44.929-07:00Zomtober 2018 Week OneAhhh, another fall leads us to another October...or ZOMTOBER!<br />
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I'm planning to paint up my Walking Dead All Out War set this month. Shouldn't be too hard, it's about 20 walkers and five survivors. It's been awhile since I worked on just a painting project, so this is a good time for this to happen.<br />
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I started with four walkers this week. Hopefully I'll be able to complete more next week.<br />
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I have the others primed and ready to get started, so next week I hope to be able to get more done.<br />
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Happy Zomtober!<br />
<br />Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-60201140006593214432018-09-30T19:28:00.001-07:002018-09-30T19:28:19.484-07:00Bleed It Out (Conclusion)<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn caught a glimpse of the gang leader jumping
into the back of the Hummer. He was too fast for her to shoot at, so
she continued to fire rounds into the truck. She could hear the
occasional staccato from Jack as he sought targets
for his rifle. The thump of return fire impacting the house had faded
away, Dawn felt things may be turning out better than expected.</i></div>
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This is the continuation of the attack on the
gang. It is still day 81, morning, and the battle in the street is
raging. Dawn and Jack have managed to take down most of the gang, and
now it appears the surviving gang members are trying
to escape. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6OjmYNMrWU/W7AqUSacHnI/AAAAAAAAK1E/og0kl7LGYfg95TtrHw0lDGmyhravZz0JACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6OjmYNMrWU/W7AqUSacHnI/AAAAAAAAK1E/og0kl7LGYfg95TtrHw0lDGmyhravZz0JACLcBGAs/s320/100_7737.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not many zombies for a zombie game...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Zombies have started to spawn, although they will not again
after this turn, as the turn started with the ‘No More Zombies’ random event. I rolled a 6 for one of the zombies during the spawning, so no more zombies from shooting. There
are still two PEFs which may be zombies, or more
gang members.<i><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04o48EKals8/W7AngMooLdI/AAAAAAAAK0w/cuNw4Vy_SQYTOfboJWh4lyRlokfYAy9EQCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04o48EKals8/W7AngMooLdI/AAAAAAAAK0w/cuNw4Vy_SQYTOfboJWh4lyRlokfYAy9EQCLcBGAs/s400/100_7747.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies appear</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Mary stood on her barricade, watching the
carnage unfolding around her. She couldn’t believe poor Ned had been
killed so quickly by Shades. This day was going to be a grim one,
regardless of who won. The civilians in the camp huddled
near their tents or the back walls, looking like a frightened flock of
birds, ready to take flight.
</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Will clutched his shotgun and hid behind the
barricade. She knew he was out of ammo, but he held out hope of
reloading it someday. Mary waved at him to move back. “Will, stay with
the others. If people need to leave…” She was cut
off by a rifle slug hitting her in the chest. As she blacked out, Mary
hoped somebody from the camp survived…</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnfupAtsnWc/W7AoLYs9VBI/AAAAAAAAK04/15094bUumRsNY4sBx_T1AtzgnKZlx7vtgCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnfupAtsnWc/W7AoLYs9VBI/AAAAAAAAK04/15094bUumRsNY4sBx_T1AtzgnKZlx7vtgCLcBGAs/s400/100_7735.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow. Blurry.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The last assault rifle armed ganger has a shot at
Mary, even though she is partially covered; she is still a pretty easy
target. He fires, gets a hit and knocks her Out Of the Fight. At least
she’s not dead. The ganger is out of the
line of fire from Dawn and Jack, as he is behind the second Hummer.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07mZmIWlfHw/W7ArHkOQHyI/AAAAAAAAK1M/SMhJPtRL9Y4fP5Gz7aNoTjkc-MRMoCPgACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07mZmIWlfHw/W7ArHkOQHyI/AAAAAAAAK1M/SMhJPtRL9Y4fP5Gz7aNoTjkc-MRMoCPgACLcBGAs/s400/100_7749.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shades gets moving</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>With a rumble and a puff of dark exhaust the
Hummer Shades had jumped into fired up. That drew Dawn and Jacks
attention back to it. Neither could see the driver, but the truck was a
pretty big target anyway. Dawn fired a burst into
the truck, followed by Jack, they couldn’t seem to find anything that
would break.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Alright!” Shades yelled from the backseat. Just back us up into that alley and we can get out of here!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The scared driver did his best to move the
lumbering vehicle backwards while crouching beneath the driver’s wheel.
The patter of bullets hitting the hood and cracking through the
windshield was making him flinch and jerk the truck around.</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCVevLbiIpg/W7AsLnU3BjI/AAAAAAAAK1Y/TmepheE-EKEJndI4z2pFG3dFKRt-9P5zACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCVevLbiIpg/W7AsLnU3BjI/AAAAAAAAK1Y/TmepheE-EKEJndI4z2pFG3dFKRt-9P5zACLcBGAs/s400/100_7753.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SUV moving for the alley</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The SUV shades is in manages to get moving. He is
going to have it back up into the nearby alley, so they can either drive
away in cover or he can bail out and run away without getting shot by
the SAW. The first turn of movement goes
well, the Hummer backs up a bit and they are on their way.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSZaRyIQ_Hg/W7AsmKN7eYI/AAAAAAAAK1g/axGcRZl0sJEdxF6REqPNSVmeI4Qqui_9wCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSZaRyIQ_Hg/W7AsmKN7eYI/AAAAAAAAK1g/axGcRZl0sJEdxF6REqPNSVmeI4Qqui_9wCLcBGAs/s400/100_7752.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies moving towards Dawn and Jack</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn saw the Hummer moving away, she
concentrated her SAW on the front of the truck, bullets shredded the
body panels, shattering a headlight and puncturing a hose that started
leaking. The Hummer accelerated, getting closer to the
alley and cover.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Keep shooting Jack!” She yelled, sparing a glance at the other Hummer.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack Followed Dawn’s lead and fired into the
front wheel, finally something gave and the wheel jerked and tore itself
loose. The hummer careened backwards into the Dollar store. After a
brief pause, a fireball exploded from the SUV,
incinerating the wreck and everyone inside.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Hell yeah.” Jack said with a smirk. “No problem.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack stretched from his firing position,
checking his ammo. “Told ya we’d get ‘em.” He smiled as he looked
around. “Hmmm. Looks like the neighbors are out.” Jack finally
noticed the zombies closing in on the house they were using
for cover.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“You take care of them.” Dawn said, shifting her position. “I’ll try and take out the other truck.”</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LYWe31qv08/W7Atp4GgxBI/AAAAAAAAK1s/cDOVt1f_JgAoX2N4b_IGDks6CuKZ2eOewCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LYWe31qv08/W7Atp4GgxBI/AAAAAAAAK1s/cDOVt1f_JgAoX2N4b_IGDks6CuKZ2eOewCLcBGAs/s400/100_7756.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Truck goes BOOM!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn fires at the SUV again, finally getting a good
damage result versus the vehicle. Per the rules, it flips over and
explodes! The cars in ATZ must have been all 80’s action
movie leftovers. Rolling for the impact 4 hit, both the driver and Shades are killed. That ends that problem quickly.
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ju4v2VtjeM/W7Au2l5cM6I/AAAAAAAAK14/xQXen7dvbFsHkLBUjrJipTGHi76COnhAACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ju4v2VtjeM/W7Au2l5cM6I/AAAAAAAAK14/xQXen7dvbFsHkLBUjrJipTGHi76COnhAACLcBGAs/s400/100_7757.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The situation gets...Explosive.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn was surprised by the sudden fireball that
bloomed out of the SUV. She couldn’t believe the truck exploded just
from her shots and slamming into the store. She waited a moment,
watching for anyone escaping the wreck. Nobody came
out.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>She glanced at the last Hummer, with the gang
members huddled behind it. She figured they didn’t pose much of a
threat right now. “Let’s clear out these dead.” She said to Jack, who
was already picking off the nearby zombies.</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLzHTdZRmYI/W7Avhp9h8YI/AAAAAAAAK2A/k7JP-7-WupITObIKTdsJiwZQMjfVzMG_ACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLzHTdZRmYI/W7Avhp9h8YI/AAAAAAAAK2A/k7JP-7-WupITObIKTdsJiwZQMjfVzMG_ACLcBGAs/s400/100_7759.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies shamble towards the final gang members</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn and Jack are in a pretty good position. They have the gang tied up behind the final SUV, and with Shades out of the battle, the gang is at the mercy of the NPC reaction roll. One zombie charges the SUV and tangles with the driver, who wins, but bails out and joins the others hiding behind the truck.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBDQ7FBh_ZA/W7AwVzEAQpI/AAAAAAAAK2I/x96zxvBx69MOnHNuJgPF0j7XbLrzK0yKQCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBDQ7FBh_ZA/W7AwVzEAQpI/AAAAAAAAK2I/x96zxvBx69MOnHNuJgPF0j7XbLrzK0yKQCLcBGAs/s400/100_7762.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gang has been decimated.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Quite a few zombies have closed in on Dawn and
Jack, so they need to spend some time clearing out the zombies that are
moving in on them. Meanwhile, the gangers are stuck behind the SUV, one
can’t recover from duck back, and neither of
the others is going to step out of cover. </div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32JKzZ2GdYM/W7Aw4Z6d18I/AAAAAAAAK2Q/oWmPWvOQoSMHXyB0pHJEKjPLBQsnAnLDACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32JKzZ2GdYM/W7Aw4Z6d18I/AAAAAAAAK2Q/oWmPWvOQoSMHXyB0pHJEKjPLBQsnAnLDACLcBGAs/s400/100_7765.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here come the dead</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The zombies manage to score a turn where they activate and the gang doesn't. It's funny how the fight between the gang and the survivors took so much attention, and now here come the zombies to clean everything up!</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tOTQLeQ6RQ/W7AzeAi0hYI/AAAAAAAAK2c/FRCRPp7JJ9Y7wnLTvbLfnru0ZWiRiQHwQCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tOTQLeQ6RQ/W7AzeAi0hYI/AAAAAAAAK2c/FRCRPp7JJ9Y7wnLTvbLfnru0ZWiRiQHwQCLcBGAs/s400/100_7767.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn covers the gang while Jack takes on the zombies</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn turned away from the zombies gathering at
the house. Jack was taking them down as they slowly clawed up the
stairs towards the pair. Instead of concentrating on the dead, Dawn
focused on the second SUV. She started firing bursts
into the truck, trying to knock it out or flush out the gang members hiding behind it.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The bursts from the automatic weapon were like a
ringing dinner bell to the undead. More shambled towards the broken
house and slowly they crawled up the stairs, only to find Jack waiting
for them. Gunfire continued to ripple through
the town.</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIcMngCiOIQ/W7A0DAGi_UI/AAAAAAAAK2k/UkCBbQX83A4hLwx0BAJAHudDfnq_f0dkACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIcMngCiOIQ/W7A0DAGi_UI/AAAAAAAAK2k/UkCBbQX83A4hLwx0BAJAHudDfnq_f0dkACLcBGAs/s400/100_7768.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombie snack!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
One zombie manages to charge the nearest ganger. She rolls no passes on her charge check, and the zombie wins with its one pass. She fights as if unarmed for the first round, and looses by 1. It takes a couple more rounds of fighting, but in the end the ganger falls to the zed.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhO2Pgng_90/W7A1VkUzvcI/AAAAAAAAK2w/Jt4Uvk49PmcJj5cHopXwbH1NYMruY8xZwCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhO2Pgng_90/W7A1VkUzvcI/AAAAAAAAK2w/Jt4Uvk49PmcJj5cHopXwbH1NYMruY8xZwCLcBGAs/s400/100_7769.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe the zombie will flush out the gangers</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<i>Janet watched as the zombie tore down Sally. In horror, she watched as the undead clerk turned his attention towards her. Panic took over and she ran down the street, not waiting for anyone to help. She had to get away!</i><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5EUjgIzzkU/W7A4vF2_6FI/AAAAAAAAK28/5dlh0WYd74UjeLgplaSynIFxR3DHlvvAACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5EUjgIzzkU/W7A4vF2_6FI/AAAAAAAAK28/5dlh0WYd74UjeLgplaSynIFxR3DHlvvAACLcBGAs/s400/100_7771.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ganger Janet runs away</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The next turn the zombies activate first. The one nearest the gangers charges the ducked back ganger, causing her to run away. He moves on to the last ganger, armed with a rifle. He turns and deals with the zombie easily.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNoZVH632zg/W7A7HGA7bhI/AAAAAAAAK3I/DuowaJovmrEuVLmyQn0BMTalCu8a61ogwCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNoZVH632zg/W7A7HGA7bhI/AAAAAAAAK3I/DuowaJovmrEuVLmyQn0BMTalCu8a61ogwCLcBGAs/s400/100_7772.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charging the rifleman...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFlqcZSmevE/W7A7jgTVrSI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/ZFRsKlsJ6aERB_m_7bkCKInlXdHJJEivgCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFlqcZSmevE/W7A7jgTVrSI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/ZFRsKlsJ6aERB_m_7bkCKInlXdHJJEivgCLcBGAs/s400/100_7774.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...ends predictably.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<i> Dawn watched the ganger run from the zombie. She considered, momentarily, gunning her down. Shooting someone running away, in the back just didn't sit well. The chatter of gunfire from behind the SUV, and the dead body of the zombie flopping back into the street told her the last gang member was still there. "I'll watch the gang. You got the zombies?"</i><br />
<i>Jack laughed, "No problem. You take care of business with them I got us covered back here." </i><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5_K92hxkpY/W7A9HEo46hI/AAAAAAAAK3c/SbO0a9x3MNUNsnUGtaBlZRkT2FQFcmUYACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5_K92hxkpY/W7A9HEo46hI/AAAAAAAAK3c/SbO0a9x3MNUNsnUGtaBlZRkT2FQFcmUYACLcBGAs/s400/100_7775.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack is charged</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Jack is charged, but shoots the zombie as it tries to get to him. He moves up afterwards and kills the next two trying to crawl up the stairs.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uF8bzmMcJyA/W7A93QZok8I/AAAAAAAAK3k/9b2_66yYh3sis-lHAm-nfK4OgATl-qfugCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uF8bzmMcJyA/W7A93QZok8I/AAAAAAAAK3k/9b2_66yYh3sis-lHAm-nfK4OgATl-qfugCLcBGAs/s400/100_7778.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack takes out zombies</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The battle is starting to wind down, and finally the last PEFs move out of their buildings. We still don't know what one is, but the other comes out in sight of Dawn...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What comes out of the store?</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn watched the SUV, waiting for a shot at the hidden rifleman. She heard Jack firing behind her, trusting him to take care of the zombies while she used the SAW to finish off the gang threat. Suddenly, the doors to the dollar store burst open and three people ran into the street.</i></div>
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<i>She paused, not wanting to shoot some other survivors. The trio were waving around with their weapons, trying to find a target. As Dawn watched, she could tell they were talking to the rifleman.</i></div>
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<i>"Jack! More Jackals." Dawn swung the SAW towards them. "I got 'em."</i></div>
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</i> The PEF resolves as three more gangers. They chose the wrong time to appear, as they are armed with pistol, machine pistol and BAP. Dawn goes right to in sight check and opens fire.</div>
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The last ganger from the trio ducks back, and next turn fails her recovery roll and runs away. Not much support for the gang there. The last PEF moves up through the nearby ruined house. Jack and Dawn are ready for it - the last rifleman ganger just won't leave or attack (I keep rolling 1 pass for him, he just stays in cover!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack are ready...</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn turned her attention to the nearby ruins. Both her and Jack could hear something moving in the rubble. Her shoulder hurt from the jackhammer recoil she suffered through during the day. The ringing in her ears nearly obscured the sounds from the ruins.</i><br />
<i>"You ready?" Jack asked, leaning on a damaged support beam, aiming his rifle towards the oncoming sound.</i><br />
<i> "Ready enough." Dawn replied.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last PEF appears</td></tr>
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Three gangers appear, armed with pistols (2 of them) and a machine pistol. We go straight to in sight checks. Dawn gets three successes, the gangers best is only 2. The SAW opens up on the group...</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Sight checks</td></tr>
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To be fair, Dawn only takes down two of the gangers. Jack takes out the last ganger, who manages two shots but misses. Not exactly a major threat. The last rifle man decides to finally attack, moving out and triggering In sight with Dawn, which he wins!</div>
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<i>Bullets thumped into the ruined house, several others buzzing the air around Dawn. Turning quickly, Dawn saw the last rifleman had stepped out and was firing at her. She quickly brought the SAW around, flinching from wood splinters as a bullet hit her nearby cover.</i></div>
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<i>"Watch out!" Jack yelled, unable to see the gunman.</i></div>
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Dawn returns fire, and gets a kill result. The gangers on the table have been eliminated, Dawn and Jack have several OOF gangers to deal with. They also meet the camp, again. Time to decide if they take on the rest of the gang or try and get away.<br />
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Dawn and Jack manage to take out the gang members on the attack. They make contact with the camp, again. Scoring more successes than the civilian or the last standing survivor, Will. Dawn and Jack have to figure out what to do next.<br />
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<i>Dawn approached the older man treating Mary's gunshot wound. It looked like she would pull through as far as Dawn could tell. The man looked up as Dawn stepped closer and said "Well, you've certainly made a mess of things."</i><br />
<i>"Excuse me?" Dawn said, incredulous.</i><br />
<i>"The gang will just come back with more." He said, wiping his hands on a towle.</i><br />
<i>Jack laughed. "We hit them pretty good, I can't believe they'd want any more of this."</i><br />
<i>The man shook his head. "I am Doctor Chapra, formerly of FEMA. We've had a tense time here, but the gang has kept their bargain." Dr. Chapra continued calmly. "I have had this same discussion with Mary here. She never understood either."</i><br />
<i>Will shook his head. "You just wanted to surrender and hope the Jackals would leave you alone."</i><br />
<i>Dawn nodded, understanding. "Well, Jack and I want to stay alive, so we either finish this with the gang or get moving."</i><br />
<i>Everyone looked at each other, trying to decide what to do...</i><br />
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I am not sure if the group continues to try and attack the gang or just get away at this point. Dawn and Jack won't get another ambush like this, they need more people to help! With Zomtober kicking off, I am going to take a moment to decide what course for them to take. Any ideas?Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-7015915547665795762018-09-23T19:34:00.000-07:002018-09-23T19:34:01.793-07:00Bleed It Out (part 1)<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn and Jack moved through the ruined housing
development, towards the camp they had left barely an hour earlier.
They had left the white Buick sitting in a driveway, next to a burned
out minivan. Jack had suggested they make a haphazard
attempt to cover the car, to make it less obvious they had another car
nearby.</i></div>
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<i>Combining with the humidity, the ash and dust
made the walk through the ruins unpleasant. Remains of the burned homes
and cars created an ugly gray film on everything. Sweat from the
midday heat made the film run in black streaks down
Dawn’s face. She imagined both her and Jack looked like strange tribal
warriors from another time.</i></div>
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<i>“Let’s be careful and quiet. If we can sneak up
on the camp, maybe we can see what’s going on.” Dawn suggested as the
pair slowly moved through the ruins.</i></div>
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<i>Jack nodded, tying a bandanna over his mouth to
keep the dust out. “Good idea. What do we do if we get the drop on the
gang?” He asked, checking his assault rifle.</i></div>
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<i>Dawn didn’t pause. “If it looks bad, we attack
them first. If things seem calm, maybe we try and talk it out.” She
didn’t sound too hopeful. “Either way, we should deal with these guys
right now.”</i></div>
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Dawn and Jack have returned to the town, near the
camp they met earlier in the day. They are making a stealthy approach,
and are expecting a fight. The gang that has taken control of the town
has sent a force to see what happened earlier.
It looks like all the elements are in place for a fight!</div>
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Some special rules will apply for this scenario,
beyond the normal really tight ammo rules. First, there will be no
zombies on the table to start. After shooting starts, then zombies can
appear on a 5+. Next, there are 3 PEFs, one each
in the buildings along the street. These will not activate or move
until shooting starts. They also will only be gang members or zombies
if they reveal as Contact. They have the normal chances to be a
Contact.</div>
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There are no rules for stealth in ATZ. I am going
to make it simple – as Dawn and Jack move into what would be ‘in sight’
they will roll their Rep, looking for successes. I will roll Rep for
any groups of models that would be involved
in the ‘in sight’ test, looking for successes. Very similar to the
‘Meet and Greet’ mechanic. I will take the highest Rep from the group,
if they are closer than 12”, they get a free success, and from 12”- 24”,
they roll one less die, losing a die for every
12” further away, if applicable. I will only check this when the
sneaking people move. Once in a position and hidden, they do not need
to check again.</div>
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Once Dawn or Jack decide to attack, they will go to immediate ‘in sight’ checks, and then to active attacks.</div>
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This gang is well organized, well equipped and
dangerous. They are waiting on a final reinforcement to show up - which
is a simple check each turn, looking for 2 successes. The
reinforcement will be determined by a D6 roll:</div>
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1-2: “Gun Truck”- a Pickup truck with a 30mm cannon
mounted in the back, with 2 crew and driver. The 30mm cannon is Impact
5, Target 2, counts as 6 for zombie spawn.</div>
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3-4: “Riders” Bikers – 4 gangers on motorcycles, each Rep 4, armed with SMGs.</div>
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5-6: “Party Bus” – An SUV that has been modified
with armor and an LMG on the roof. 2 crew plus driver, carries 3 more
gangers Rep 4 armed with SMGs.</div>
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Once reinforcements arrive, the gang reaction will
be decided. The gang reaction will be determined by the leader, who
will have an ‘attitude’ die next to him. It starts at a 3, each turn
Mary (the camp leader) will roll her People skill
(which is 3). If she scores 2 successes, the attitude lowers by 1. If
she scores zero successes, it increases by 1. </div>
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The turn after the reinforcements arrive, I will
roll 2D vs the attitude number. This results in the gang reacting - 2
successes will mean an attack on the camp. One success means the gang
leaves half their number at the camp and the
rest move off in search of Dawn and Jack. Two failures indicate all
the gangers leave to search for Dawn and Jack. Each turn, Mary in the
camp will make a People roll to try and reduce the attitude number.</div>
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It is still morning of Day 81. The ER is 5 and
there are three PEFs deployed one in each building along the road
opposite the camp. These will react per the special rules detailed
above. The day part may change to afternoon on a double
6 roll for initiative. Once the day part changes, it will not change
again. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Gang sets up</td></tr>
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There are two SUVs (military hummers that have been
‘appropriated’) and 7 gangers plus their leader, Shades, deployed along
the road outside of the camp. Each hummer has a ganger driver still in
the driver’s seat, ready to startup and
drive if needed. The gangers are all Rep 4. They carry various
armaments; each group has at least one model with an assault rifle, and
another with a shotgun. The remaining weapons are machine pistols, SMGs
and one BAMP. Shades, the leader of this group
is a Rep 5 star, with Hard as Nails and Rage for attributes. He is
protected, armed with a shotgun, BAP and a Machete. Shades will be a
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAh8AJX3xoE/W6gttLwzwSI/AAAAAAAAKwM/S9P-JY1pgPAhbb49qZgreiRMeolE8ZRZwCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAh8AJX3xoE/W6gttLwzwSI/AAAAAAAAKwM/S9P-JY1pgPAhbb49qZgreiRMeolE8ZRZwCLcBGAs/s400/100_7701.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shades Talks to the camp</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Now, I know we have had problems, but damn,
Mary, I thought we had an understanding.” Shades said while leaning on
the hood of the Hummer he had rode in. Gangers moved slowly around the
area, keeping cover from the camp. “You know
this is not allowed.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Stuff your ‘allowed’ crap!” Mary yelled back,
her bow in hand, but not ready. “You’re supposed to be protecting us,
that didn’t work so well two weeks ago!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Shades shook his head. “I’m real sorry about
that mess.” He looked at the rest of the gang and saw some glancing at
each other. “But you didn’t want to stay at the fort, so you’re out
here. That’s on you all.”</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWulVn8NGLM/W6guAyzSG3I/AAAAAAAAKwU/6OIqhFjGDj4X9C8fih_yCXHaxG5qbaz7wCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWulVn8NGLM/W6guAyzSG3I/AAAAAAAAKwU/6OIqhFjGDj4X9C8fih_yCXHaxG5qbaz7wCLcBGAs/s400/100_7705.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack get into position</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn and Jack creep up the stairs, but stay out of
sight for the first turn. The attitude of the gang doesn’t change, and
Shades and Mary keep arguing over the situation. The next turn Dawn and
Jack move into position. Dawn gets 4 successes
on her stealth check, and Jack manages the same – they are both tough
to see. Shades gets 3 successes, luckily he is outside of 12”, I
suspect he might have seen Dawn if he was closer… The remaining gangers
don’t score any better, most being even further
away.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9USNuBgkz4/W6guWcM9s-I/AAAAAAAAKwg/lKNMh1FzPI8YOXqMyafH46Bqfc2oEBQJgCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9USNuBgkz4/W6guWcM9s-I/AAAAAAAAKwg/lKNMh1FzPI8YOXqMyafH46Bqfc2oEBQJgCLcBGAs/s400/100_7707.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Negotiations are going no where</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“If you’re not protecting us, why do we need you around?” Mary offered. “We can be attacked without your help, just fine.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Shades stood up from his casual position at the
truck. “Now, just calm down. That is how this all got started,
remember? The town was covered in the dead, you were barely hanging on
in those apartments downtown. Where would you be
without us?” Shades finished with a wide arm gesture at the gang.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Not hostages in our own town.” A man yelled from the camp.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Ho!” Shades yelled back, laughing. “Is that you Ned?
How is that relic of a rifle working for you?” Shades chuckled. “I was
wondering if you were going to keep hiding behind Mary’s skirt!”
Shades and several gangers laughed at the comment.</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx8c7tJ3xL0/W6gvtlEcVTI/AAAAAAAAKws/ucUrZzvboU06mozXSBlVjPaxE1zumVD0gCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx8c7tJ3xL0/W6gvtlEcVTI/AAAAAAAAKws/ucUrZzvboU06mozXSBlVjPaxE1zumVD0gCLcBGAs/s400/100_7708.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just about time...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I go a couple of turns, and Mary doesn’t have any
luck lowering the gang attitude. Dawn and Jack stay hidden, waiting to
see what is going to happen. Finally the rest of their reinforcements
show up – it only takes about four turns.
It’s the gun truck that shows up.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N5rC_dAIZo/W6gwdhoZDuI/AAAAAAAAKw0/b-KDUwQ2A5k-DZr9yr67MT57AoL07pKdwCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N5rC_dAIZo/W6gwdhoZDuI/AAAAAAAAKw0/b-KDUwQ2A5k-DZr9yr67MT57AoL07pKdwCLcBGAs/s400/100_7709.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gang have themselves an RV!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“What do we do?” Jack whispered, braced against the ruined roof. “I don’t know how much longer I can stay still up here.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn gave a slight nod and whispered back “I
know, I’m getting hot and they keep talking. Maybe that’s a good sign.
We can try-“ Dawn was cut off suddenly by the rumble a heavy truck
engine.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The gangers all reacted to the truck driving
along the street by leaning more into their positions, more alert that
before. Shades even paused in his discussion and waved at the truck.
He paused, glancing once back at Mary, and waved
at the truck with a fist pump, pointing towards the nearby
intersection.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Turning back towards the barricades, he yelled
back at Mary “Time’s about up. I need a volunteer to go talk to the
boss about what happened.”</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8WzA3dFh1g/W6gw3D7YVGI/AAAAAAAAKw8/oRFpkck7mk8v7xtkqRfRXn6z6fMB1TfbwCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8WzA3dFh1g/W6gw3D7YVGI/AAAAAAAAKw8/oRFpkck7mk8v7xtkqRfRXn6z6fMB1TfbwCLcBGAs/s400/100_7710.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gun truck gets into position</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I roll the reaction, it’s a Pass 2, so the gang is
going to attack the camp. I figure they aren’t going to do anything
until they have their truck in position, so there is a final turn before
the attack as the truck drives into its attack
position.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBjBXTPeamE/W6gxTNN0m3I/AAAAAAAAKxE/5RJgMeadQII9uMxFdkKAyT7F_2f81tRhgCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBjBXTPeamE/W6gxTNN0m3I/AAAAAAAAKxE/5RJgMeadQII9uMxFdkKAyT7F_2f81tRhgCLcBGAs/s400/100_7711.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack see the gun truck</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<i>“Crap, look at the gun on that truck!” Jack
said, looking at the gangers getting ready. “That’ll turn those people
into hamburger!”</i>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“I see it.” Dawn said, watching the scene on
the street. The gun truck drove along the street to the corner, turning
towards the camp. She could see the gang leader heft his shotgun,
getting ready to attack. At the same time, she
saw Mary ready an arrow in her bow.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“You’re going to just butcher us!” Mary yelled
as she readied her arrow. “You’re no better than any of the animals out
there!” Knowing it was futile, she still drew her bow and took aim.
“We’ll still fight for our camp!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Shades smiled, turning to the gun truck. “It’s not going to come to that.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Go for the gang. I’ll take the truck.” Dawn said, clearing the safety on the SAW.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well, this is it. I see the gun truck roll up,
it’s got a cannon that will level that camp and make short work of
everyone. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This kicks off one of the most confusing turns of
ATZ I have ever had. I shouldn’t have, but I give Dawn and Jack their
active fire before going to In sight checks. I figure this is going to
be a mess anyway, and it’s an ambush – going
first makes sense.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MrFUcE_jwg/W6gzW0xPokI/AAAAAAAAKxQ/dNH_axVsvf8rPVN9zFB7DyzH2PoyIzbAACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MrFUcE_jwg/W6gzW0xPokI/AAAAAAAAKxQ/dNH_axVsvf8rPVN9zFB7DyzH2PoyIzbAACLcBGAs/s400/100_7713.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn rakes the gun truck crew with the SAW</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn rolls four hits, hitting both gunners twice.
They are killed in the hail of bullets. At least that gun is out of the
fight for the moment. Jack shoots at the exposed gangers further away, killing two of them.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaHkNqFS9zw/W6gz4ApN2vI/AAAAAAAAKxY/uXS5GWhj8LUSjSCauq5TaKefRmKQPcICACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaHkNqFS9zw/W6gz4ApN2vI/AAAAAAAAKxY/uXS5GWhj8LUSjSCauq5TaKefRmKQPcICACLcBGAs/s400/100_7714.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack kills two gangers</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Gunfire thundered into the late morning air, bullets zinging and pinging off of the pavement and trucks. The bullets tore into the gangers on the back of the gun truck, killing them before they even knew what hit them. Mary watched from the barricade, hearing the bullets cutting through the air. She looked at Shades, seeing him shake his head and raise his shotgun. She made a choice..</i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFmOlaqYcu4/W6g2HVCyWgI/AAAAAAAAKxk/JN9ZdQ-6rcYdwU_TJkT8Wz-v4Bxa-o7fQCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFmOlaqYcu4/W6g2HVCyWgI/AAAAAAAAKxk/JN9ZdQ-6rcYdwU_TJkT8Wz-v4Bxa-o7fQCLcBGAs/s400/100_7718.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary shoots Shades with an arrow</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mary takes the shot she has on Shades, her bow has a better range than the shotgun Shades has. She gets a hit and rolls a kill. His Hard as Nails kicks in and he is knocked down, he passes 2d and carries on. Her attack will trigger In Sight checks with the camp and the gang as well. It's a crazy turn!</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-QCGPBGGuo/W6g4huf1PPI/AAAAAAAAKxw/tNf_EvAqnV0Uy_YZATyAjOg18Tf9Cj-GQCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-QCGPBGGuo/W6g4huf1PPI/AAAAAAAAKxw/tNf_EvAqnV0Uy_YZATyAjOg18Tf9Cj-GQCLcBGAs/s400/100_7719.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn fires first and clips two more gangers</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now come the in sight checks. Dawn and Shades get 4 successes, Jack gets 3 with one of the closest gangers, the rest get ones or two succeses. The survivors in the camp have no ranged weapons, so they are out of the in sight contest. Luckily, most of the
gang is out of range of the house Dawn and Jack are in, and Dawn fires
another burst into the nearest group of gangers, taking out two of
them.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zqDYp_OgtU/W6g6DV92FPI/AAAAAAAAKx8/6DJ3mjd_iC8A3TkSkaG6yfSt1X4NCZphQCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zqDYp_OgtU/W6g6DV92FPI/AAAAAAAAKx8/6DJ3mjd_iC8A3TkSkaG6yfSt1X4NCZphQCLcBGAs/s400/100_7720.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two gangers down, Shades gets to act</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Shades is out of range to Mary, but takes
a shot at Ned, rolling 3 sixes! He kills Ned, even with him behind cover. Heck of a shot!</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_vXMBXbBG8/W6g7l4bAwZI/AAAAAAAAKyI/rX4rQGSCKqAMI9KTGJurbspXlr7qcqKvACLcBGAs/s1600/100_7726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_vXMBXbBG8/W6g7l4bAwZI/AAAAAAAAKyI/rX4rQGSCKqAMI9KTGJurbspXlr7qcqKvACLcBGAs/s400/100_7726.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack kills the driver</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jack fires on the driver of the gun truck, its the closest target in cover. He kills the driver, the truck rolls to a stop. One ganger returns fire on Dawn and Jack, but misses.The rest of the gangers are out of range, so they fire on the camp. The cover from the barricades keeps them from
hitting anyone.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now for reaction rolls. Shades as a star passes 2D
for his received fire roll. The last ganger nearest Dawn and Jack has had enough and is running away. One of the gangers near the second Hummer ducks back, using the SUV as cover.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XD6uuGDhoBM/W6hAeIWpMxI/AAAAAAAAKyU/IXEweKmAhxkLbTwmOQuBZtt7zjRAAEPGwCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XD6uuGDhoBM/W6hAeIWpMxI/AAAAAAAAKyU/IXEweKmAhxkLbTwmOQuBZtt7zjRAAEPGwCLcBGAs/s400/100_7728.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One ganger makes a break for it</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn and Jack pass 2D for Received Fire, and get to fire. They shoot at the nearest Hummer, but fail to do any damage. They do make the driver Duck Back in reaction, and we finally get to the end of the turn. Whew. No zombies appear from the shooting, but will now appear on a 5+ from each shot. Good thing they didn't - it would have been around 35 rolls for zombie spawn!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On the next turn, we get a random event...</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RidJBheOY3U/W6hHEzyJX5I/AAAAAAAAKyg/ilewi-MppvcP3ElBkQNSnJ_k5oQ2tJJCgCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RidJBheOY3U/W6hHEzyJX5I/AAAAAAAAKyg/ilewi-MppvcP3ElBkQNSnJ_k5oQ2tJJCgCLcBGAs/s320/100_7737.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good News?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well, there won't be many zombies in this game I guess. we do get some PEF movement, one comes out of the liquor store, revealing two zombies.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJj9PRkqNuU/W6hH2jsP9yI/AAAAAAAAKyo/1L4hticiS8YGtVvD-cwb-j6oSaXXQt2WgCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJj9PRkqNuU/W6hH2jsP9yI/AAAAAAAAKyo/1L4hticiS8YGtVvD-cwb-j6oSaXXQt2WgCLcBGAs/s400/100_7738.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The PEF comes out of the store</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKxkqgthlh0/W6hH4jTaeVI/AAAAAAAAKys/iI1r4huRxtQpIB4PmokjpDwpYpQ5rqYsQCLcBGAs/s1600/100_7740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKxkqgthlh0/W6hH4jTaeVI/AAAAAAAAKys/iI1r4huRxtQpIB4PmokjpDwpYpQ5rqYsQCLcBGAs/s400/100_7740.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two zombies decide to try and eat Shades!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i> <i>Across the street a trio of zombies wandered out
of the liquor store, attracted to the sounds of battle. Sporadic
gunfire continued from the gang, answered by burst from the SAW or a
high powered rifle. Shades knew this was out of
control. Leveling his shotgun on the undead, Shades blasted at the zombies shambling towards him...</i></i></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shades makes short work of the zombies</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Shades kills the two zombies, but runs out of ammo. He gets in the hummer and 'encourages' the driver to recover from duck back. They will try and drive away next turn.<i><br /></i></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Shades heard his shotgun click over to empty.
“Damn it!” He yelled, his shoulder aching from the arrow that had
miraculously just grazed him. He could hear the bark of the SAW firing
from his left, but couldn’t see where it was. Bullets
pinged off his Hummer, letting him know whoever was shooting had an
idea he was there. He realized the gang was on the wrong side of this
ambush.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Get us out of here!” Shades yelled at his driver as he dove into the back, dropping his shotgun in favor of a pistol.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>"They'll cut us to ribbons if I start this thing up!" Ted, the driver said from his hunched over position in the front seat. </i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Shades pulled back the slide on his pistol, chambering a round. "What do you think will happen if you don't get this started?" </i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>With a roar, the Hummer fired up and even though hunched down, the driver started backing up towards the cover of an alley.</i></div>
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Dawn and Jack shoot at the hummer, but don't manage to damage it at all! It seems these trucks are made to last. <br />
<br />
It seems my ambush plan is off to a good start.
The SAW sure evens out the odds. I keep pumping rounds into the
Hummers, but don’t get a damage result. Looks like Shades is going to
get to cover and escape, but I hope I can eliminate
the remaining gangers, regroup with the camp and get out of Dodge!<br />
<br />
To be continued... Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-62603437418916729962018-09-16T18:07:00.000-07:002018-09-16T18:07:06.141-07:00A Simple Run (Conclusion)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn attacks the feasting zombies</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn saw the zombies tearing at the ganger and
knew he was dead. She couldn’t stand to see the zombies feasting and
ran from the car wreck she had been using as cover towards the grisly
scene. Holstering her pistol, she used her machete
to finish off the zombies as well as ensure the ganger would not rise
later.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack jogged up beside her. “It seems the locals aren’t too happy with us.” He gestured back at the barricades.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn checked and reloaded her SMG, glancing at
the woman staring at her. “I don’t get it. You’d think they’d be glad
to have some help.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“LEAVE!” The woman shouted and pointed at Dawn. “GO AWAY!”
</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn shrugged and pointed across the street.
“We’re going to check these buildings and then we can leave.” She said
to Jack, who nodded.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“If we can get some gas we can move on.” He suggested, looking back at the camp. “I still don’t get what their problem is.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack catches up to Dawn</td></tr>
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<br />
We pick up part 2 with Dawn and Jack killing the
zombies that were feasting on the ganger. They still need to search the
shops nearby, they need fuel and food to continue their trip. Dawn
clears her out of ammo, getting her SMG reloaded
and operational. They move across the street to the discount store.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack approach the dollar store</td></tr>
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<br />
<i>Peering through the broken glass doors, Dawn
could see the interior of the dollar store was a tumbled mess. “Looks
looted.” She said to Jack as she pulled open the door and they entered.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Sunlight from the street illuminated the
interior and the crunch of broken glass gave away their movement as they
entered the shop. Displays were knocked over and piles of boxes and
clothes littered the floors. A turned over display
blocked the center of the store, and as they approached it, a young
black woman stood up, holding a sub-machine gun at the ready.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“That’s far enough.” She said. “You’d best be
getting back in camp. When the boss hears about this, he’ll be pissed
enough. Maybe if you get back in there, he’ll let some of you live.”
She sneered as she spoke.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“What the hell do you mean?” Jack said, his own
weapon at the ready. “We’re just trying to get back to our friends
east of here.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The young gang member laughed. “You’re not even
from here? Yeah, right. Nobody is on the road these days, I bet
you’re from the school camp, out making trouble.” She lifted her SMG to
aim. “Maybe I should shoot you now…”</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lone ganger</td></tr>
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<br />
Checking the building, they find a lone ganger.
The meet and greet goes to Dawn, she scores more successes than the
ganger. We don’t learn much more, but I decide Dawn isn’t going to
leave a ganger who is threatening to kill a bunch of
people alone, and we go to in sight checks.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jack fires and knocks the ganger out of the fight.
They take her SMG and search the store and find nothing.
Time to move to the next shop.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking out the liquor store</td></tr>
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Checking the liquor store, Dawn and Jack find the
building empty. Searching yields nothing of value. This is starting to
look like an empty town.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The store is empty</td></tr>
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There is a small tanker truck on the street, it is
inoperable, out of fuel. The tank on the back was most likely water or
heating fuel (it’s a small truck) but still worth checking out.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old Tanker truck</td></tr>
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<br />
<i>Jack stood looking at the small tanker truck,
sitting on the sidewalk. Bullet holes pockmarked the tank and the
cab. Shaking his head Jack checked the valves, getting nothing from
opening them. “Looks like a bust again.” He
said as dawn hopped down from the cab.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Yeah, the cab is empty too.” Dawn shrugged and
pointed across the street. “Let’s check the rescue truck, it looks
like it’s in rough shape, but maybe there is something useful.”</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A ruined rescue vehicle</td></tr>
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Checking the truck as they cross the street, they
find nothing of value. It is out of fuel, so no point wasting any more
time with it. Dawn and Jack continue to the gas station.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack closed the utility cover with a clunk. “I can’t believe there isn’t anything on these trucks.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Well, they did say some gang was around here.”
Dawn replied, gesturing to the camp. She shook her head when she saw
Mary still standing at the barricade, bow ready. “They probably
stripped this place clean.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack sighed and scratched his chin. “If that’s
the case, there won’t even be a scrap left at this place.” Moving
forward with his SMG at the ready he continued “Never know ‘til ya try!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>As they walked towards the pumps, Dawn stopped,
looking at the pearly white sedan parked at the gas pump. It was in
good condition, barely any dirt on the white paint. Looking at the
rear, it had a dealer name where the rear license
plate should have been. “Well this seems odd.” Dawn said, looking
around.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Hey, alright!” Jack said flashing a thumb’s up. “About time we get some luck!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finding a car with gas</td></tr>
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<br />
Moving to the gas station, the pair check the car
parked at the pumps. I check and it has gas (4 units – the most you can
find) and the keys! Did someone just leave this here? It never fails
to amaze me how the randomness of the dice
rolls create things sometimes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not much left to do – time to check the gas station.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking the gas station</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<i>“We’re going to go at the ready.” Dawn said,
checking her SMG and stretching out her arms as she and Jack stood by
the brand new Buick. “I have to think whoever left this car here is
inside looking for whatever else might be left.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack nodded, checking his own weapon. “Makes
sense. I can’t believe anyone would just leave a new car and gas just
sitting.” Cracking his back with a twist, Jack added “Let’s do this.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn and Jack plunged through the doors of the
station, a small bell tinkling as they entered. Holding their weapons
at the ready, they startled a young man rummaging through some boxes at
the counter. He quickly held up his hands,
not even trying to raise the shotgun he had slung.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Don’t shoot! I’m no threat!” He yelled, panic edging his voice.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Who are you?” Dawn asked, not relaxing.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“I’m Will.” He gestured slowly towards the camp barricades. “From the City Park Camp over there.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“We’re moving east, towards some friends.” Dawn said, easing her weapon down. “You’re welcome to come along.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Will shook his head. “I appreciate it, but my
home is here. Besides, you have plenty of trouble ahead of you. The
Jackals are a big gang and they do not forgive.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack snorted a short laugh. “Nothing we can’t
handle. Hell we’ve been on the road since Minneapolis. Roads are
rough, but if we keep moving we’ll be fine.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn nodded. “I doubt any of that gang wants to bother trying to chase us down.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Will shook his head slowly. “Those guys you
shot are just a few of the Jackals. They are going to chase you down
and kill you. They have plenty of military hardware, and I’ve seen it
happen.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“What do you mean?” Jack asked, his grin slowly fading.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“A dozen men attacked our camp two weeks ago.
We did what we were told to do by the Jackals - we gave up everything
the raiders demanded, but within an hour or so, more than twenty Jackals
showed up. It didn’t take long for the Jackals
to win, they shot a few of the raiders and took a few prisoner. The
others fled, but the Jackals chased them all down and dragged their
bodies back in front of us. We didn’t get the food back, and what they
managed to do during that hour…” Will shook his
head.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn nodded, looking out the window. “So you’re saying they are already coming here to kill us?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“I’m sure of it.” Will said. “Mary should have
invited you in and kept you until the gang showed up. That’s what
we’re told to do, until the Jackals can show up. If you go now, the
Jackals will chase you down.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>A long silence followed, as Dawn and Jack
exchanged glances. Dawn slowly shrugged, looking around the gas station
she asked “Well, what do you think Jack?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>With a sigh, Jack replied “Looks like we’re back on the road.” Pointing out the front window he asked “Is that your car?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Will shook his head. “No. That was left here
by the Jackals. They have a few cars and trucks around town, probably
some supplies as well. Nobody touches their stuff, if they catch you
messing with it at all… Well, they have killed
and maimed people. It’s not worth it.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn snorted. “Looks like we have fresh wheels,
right Jack? If they are going to chase us down, they will know what
car to look for.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Will’s eyes went wide. “You’re crazy! Why would you make them more upset?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“If they’re coming anyway, we might as well use their gas to get a head start.” Dawn said. “Well, Jack, Ready to roll?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So the gas station is not empty, we meet another
survivor. The meet and greet is tied, so he is talkative, but won’t
join. His story is a pretty standard development in the
post-apocalypse, there is a gang that has taken over the town.
If Dawn and Jack leave, there is a chance the locals won’t be punished,
and instead ‘The Jackals’ will hunt down our survivors.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I decide to take the car; they will head back to
the station wagon and load up. At least they have the fuel to move if
they need to. Given what this gang can muster for equipment, they need
to get moving.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new ride attracts some attention</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn starts up the car and she and Jack drive back
out of town, past the camp and stony gaze of the leader, Mary. I can’t
believe I couldn’t get some better People skill rolls or even reaction
rolls. The dice really don’t want these people
to get any help.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leaving town in their new car</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn drove down the county road, circling back
to the house where the station wagon was parked. The morning was giving
way to midday, the heat and humidity was going to make the day
miserable. Even the bright sunlight did little to
brighten the mood.</i></div>
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<i>“We should have done something.” Jack said for the tenth time since they got in the car. “Something to help.”</i></div>
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<i>Dawn pulled up next to the station wagon,
turning off the car. “You heard them. Us being gone was the best
chance they had.” Getting out into the summer heat reminded Dawn of the
morning. “Transfer the gas to the wagon, leave enough
to ditch this thing when we can.” She said, walking to the back of the
car.</i></div>
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<i>Jack grabbed a siphon hose from the station wagon and began to transfer the fuel. Grumbling he said “We should do something.”</i></div>
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<i>“Jack, make sure to leave a gallon or so behind.” Dawn said from the rear of the car.</i></div>
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<i>“I’m done. You want to torch this or something?” Jack asked, walking to the rear of the station wagon.</i></div>
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<i>Dawn tossed Jack an assault rifle. “I think it
will be good wheels to get back to town.” Dawn replied and checked the
action on the SAW she had pulled from the back of the car. “I’m not
going to wait for them to find us. Let’s go
see what these ‘Jackals’ are all about.”</i></div>
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<i>Jack smiled. “Damn right.”</i>Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-56512050069300372862018-09-09T14:20:00.000-07:002018-09-09T14:20:04.277-07:00A Simple Run (Part 1)<div class="adM">
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<i>“This should be decent cover.” Dawn said
to Jack as they walked around the station wagon, parked on an overgrown
gravel driveway. The house had burned, and several trees had gone with
it, but the rest of the area was covered in weeds
and scattered trees. </i></div>
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<i>Jack threw a few branches over the roof,
scattering more around the car. “Yeah it will do fine.” He said,
standing back and looking over the scene. “I wish Traci had shown up. I
really thought she would come back.”
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<i>Dawn shook her head, adjusting her pack and
checking her SMG. “She made her decision. We need to find food and
fuel and keep moving. She had a week to change her mind, plus we left
that note.”</i></div>
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<i>“I know.” Jack said, also checking his gear.
“I had just hoped she would come to her senses.” Looking around, he
pointed to the burned out subdivision ahead to the right. “We should
cut through there, the ruined homes should give
us cover and we can take a peek at that camp we saw before we get too
close.”</i></div>
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<i>“Sounds good.” Dawn replied, looking ahead down the road. “Hopefully they are friendly and want to trade.”</i></div>
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<i>Slowly the pair moved down the road in the muggy morning air.</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack approach the camp</td></tr>
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It is morning of Day 81, Dawn and Jack have moved
on from the wayside where Traci had left them a week ago. She didn’t
return to the group, so they are continuing towards the east. While
they have plenty of guns, they need food and fuel
and are approaching a small town, hoping to find some supplies. They
have scouted the edge of town a little, and found a camp they have
decided to approach.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The camp</td></tr>
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The camp is in a city park, behind some hastily
built junk walls. There are four tents and one camper, scattered around
some trees and a small pond. There is also a generator, which will not
be running. At the start of the game, a ‘blank’
PEF is placed in the center of the camp. Once one of the survivors can
draw line of sight to it, I will determine the camp make up. The PEF
will automatically resolve as an encounter, and each tent and the RV
will each have a roll for occupants as well.
I’ll explain it when it happens.</div>
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There are three more PEFs on the table, treated
normally. There are also 4 zombies on the table, wandering as they have
no active targets to start. It is morning and I will be using really
tight ammo rules, but normal looting rules.
The area is suburban and has an ER of 5, zombies will appear on a 5+. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack look for a vantage point</td></tr>
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<i>“Let’s try that house up there.” Dawn pointed
ahead as the pair moved around a burned out shed. “Those stairs look
rickety, but we should get a better view from the second floor.”</i></div>
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<i>Jack looked towards the house Dawn had pointed
out and nodded. “Good idea. Though I think I saw something moving just
east of here.” Jack pointed with his SMG to their right. “Let’s be
careful.”</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack on the second floor</td></tr>
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The first few turns are uneventful, zombies wander
randomly, though one does get close enough to detect Dawn and Jack, and
starts moving towards them. The PEFs move around, moving away and then
moving closer. There is a ruined house with
stairs to its ruined second floor. This will give good sight lines
towards the camp, and Dawn and Jack move to it and climb up.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn sees the camp</td></tr>
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<i>Scorched boards creaked as Dawn stepped through
the ruined house, passing through what might have been a bathroom. She
stepped out towards the east edge of the second floor and looked out
across the street, over the low ramshackle wall
that had been built around the camp. The morning sun still cast long,
deep shadows from the trees in what had been a park. As Dawn watched,
three people walked into the center of camp. They didn’t appear armed,
and one of them stopped and pointed towards
Dawn.</i></div>
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<i>“Here goes nothing.” Dawn muttered, standing up
and waving to the people. The three seemed to be confused and had a
quick discussion amongst themselves before one waved back. Dawn relaxed
a bit and said to Jack “They seem friendly.
Let’s approach the wall.”</i></div>
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<i>Giving a snort Jack answered “Well they didn’t shoot. I guess that’s a start.”</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moving towards the camp</td></tr>
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Dawn triggers the Camp PEF and I roll for
occupants. I get three citizens. What an odd find after day 30, I
didn’t expect that. Each tent and the RV have a 50% chance for
occupants, I get two tents and the RV and rolling for those, I
get survivors, more citizens and zombies. I decide the zombies are
actually citizens – I don’t need to have a separate battle in the camp
to deal with.</div>
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The long distance meet and greet goes okay, Dawn
wins by 2 successes. That means the camp isn’t initially hostile, but
we need to do a meet and greet at close range to get a final result.</div>
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She also triggers the nearest PEF and finds 3 zombies, who move towards the camp... </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies attack the barricade</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn and Jack picked their way through the
ruined house, their movement kicking up gray clouds of ash as they
crossed the burned yard. As the sun rose into the morning air, the
humidity rose as well, making the day uncomfortable. “This
is like moving through a wet ashtray.” Jack said, wiping away grime
from his face.</i></div>
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<i>Dawn nodded, glad when they finally stepped onto
the pavement of the road. “Let’s head around that car, it should
shield us from the zombies over by that gas station.” She said and
pointed ahead.</i></div>
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<i>“Right with ya.” Jack said, checking his SMG. “I’ll watch our back and you talk with the nice folks.”</i></div>
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<i>Commotion from the walls ahead made them pause, and Dawn saw a woman stand up on the barricade and fire an arrow, killing the nearest zombie. A man in a mix of camouflage and hunting gear moved to the wall with a bayonet on an old rifle, making short work of the last zombies threatening the walls.</i></div>
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<i>Taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the pickup truck... </i></div>
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<i>Holding her SMG down, Dawn stepped from behind
the wrecked pickup truck towards the woman on the barricade. “Hello!
We’re not looking for any trouble!” She called out.</i></div>
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<i>“Stop right there.” The woman replied, holding her bow ready, but not drawn. “You need to leave. Now.”</i></div>
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<i>Dawn was surprised and disappointed. “We’re
just passing through, we won’t cause any trouble.” Dawn let her SMG
hang on its sling and held out her open hands. “Do you have any food or
fuel to trade? We can offer a couple of guns.”
Dawn suggested.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The woman shook her head waved off Dawn. “No,
we have nothing to spare or trade. You need to go, right now.” Looking
around towards town she turned back to Dawn. “Whatever you do, don’t
fire those guns or they’ll be coming after
you. Just go, if they catch you, they will kill you!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“We can handle the dead.” Dawn said, shrugging
and checking her weapons. “We’ll leave you alone, but we’re going to at
least check the gas station for fuel.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Don’t be stupid! Just leave while you can!” The woman yelled back, before her attention was drawn into her camp.</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to leave the camp</td></tr>
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So the meet and greet goes poorly. Dawn only gets
one success and the survivor gets four. At least they don’t draw down
on each other. Why the survivor is so hostile is a bit of a mystery, I
tried a PEP test to get to barter and Dawn
failed at that as well. Not a great turn. Time to move onto the
buildings, maybe there is something worth salvaging.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack move away from the camp</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Well, let’s check the gas station, hopefully we
can get some gas.” Dawn said to Jack as they walked away from the camp
walls. “I wonder why they are so unfriendly.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack shrugged, looking at the barricades.
“Well, those walls aren’t all that sturdy, maybe they just want to keep
the dead away and stay safe.” Giving a short laugh he added, “Maybe
they have had to deal with some people coming in
and taking their stuff.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn nodded. “That’s true, we have certainly met our share of assholes on our trip.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack laughed again. “Maybe if we show we’re
not, they might be more friendly.” Jack moved to cover at a car wreck
and became more serious. “Sounds like some dead moving around here.
Better be careful.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn moved next to Jack, hearing the same tell-tale movement in the grass. “I’ll check it out.”</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack moving in the street</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn and Jack move off, picking their way from car
wreck to car wreck. The last two PEFs move up, almost together. I
figure now is as good of a time as any and Dawn steps out to trigger
them. The first is two zombies, but the second
is three gangers. It’s time for another meet and greet…</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn sees the dead and the gang</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn stepped out from the car wreck, expecting
to find zombies wandering towards her. Instead a loud voice boomed out
at her. “Just stop right there sweet pie!” It was followed by a gruff
laugh. “See I told ya, Zeke would find something.”
The other men laughed. “You were warned if we found any of you outside
the camp, there’d be hell to pay!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Darren! She’s not with us! She doesn’t know!” The woman yelled from the barricade of the camp.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Shut up Mary!” Darren yelled back, ignoring the zombies that now seemed interested in the humans. “The rules are the rules!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn looked warily at the three people, just
beyond the pair of zombies they had apparently been following. They
were a rag-tag looking group, the leader, Darren, was sporting a wicked
looking machine pistol, and the guy to his left
was carrying a shotgun. The last man had a pistol at the ready,
clearly watching for zombies sneaking up from behind.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“We’re just passing through. I’m not looking for any trouble.” Dawn said, tightening her grip on her SMG.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Well you sure found trouble!” Darren laughed and gestured to his companions. “Brett what do you think?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Brett with the shotgun gave a half smile and
looked Dawn up and down. “I bet she could be fun to play with.” Brett
ran his hand down the slide on his shotgun and gave a lewd look at
Dawn. “Been a while since I got to play.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Whach you think T-Diddy?” Darren asked the man with a pistol.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Rules are rules. What you say goes Darren.” T-Diddy replied, glancing around.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Well, I give you this chance.” Darren said
turning to Dawn. “Toss down your hardware, you come with me and the
boys to that liquor store over there and after we all get a tumble,
we’ll let you go.” Darren gave a wide toothy smile.
“If you play nice that is.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn gave Darren a cold stare. “How about we all just go our separate ways and everyone lives to see another day?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Ha!” Darren let out a loud laugh at Dawn. “You know that ain’t gonna happen, right?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Gunfire erupted on the quiet street…</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to draw down</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What an odd development. Revealing the PEFs, I get
2 zombies from the nearest. The second PEF is three gangers. After
this came up, I decided they must be the reason for the camp to not be
friendly. There is gang in this town that is
in control, and they are ruthless. This could lead to some other
encounters, if we get through this game first…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Anyway, the meet and greet goes about as you
expect, with the gang scoring more successes. We go to in sight checks
and Dawn gets four successes (a good time to get a good roll!) and goes
first. Jack is still behind cover, so will not
participate.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn fires, trying for all three, and gets two
hits. Darren and Brett each get hit. I roll a one for Darren, he is
Obviously Dead and a 4 for Brett. Brett is knocked down and goes Out of
the Fight. T-Diddy fires and hits Dawn, getting
an obviously dead result! Dawn’s Hard as Nails kicks in and she is
knocked down instead. Passing 2D she carries on. Wow, what an in sight
round!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn gets two down</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn felt the punch of a bullet slamming her
shoulder, spinning her around and down to the pavement. Rolling up she
saw T-Diddy’s eyes go wide as he jumped for cover. Raising her SMG,
Dawn pulled the trigger snapping off a single shot
that went wide before the magazine dropped from the weapon. Cursing to
herself, Dawn let the SMG hang from its sling and pulled her pistol.</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack finishes off two zombies</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Dawn passes 2D for received fire, and fires again,
missing and going out of ammo (triple ones came up!) T-Diddy passes 1D
for received fire and 2D for man down and elects to duck back, moving to
the cover of the car behind him. Jack moves up and kills the closest zombies, but as T-Diddy has Ducked Back, he can't be seen so no in sight check.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
A few more zombies appear from the shooting noise. It’s making the area a mess, and the zombies activate first the next turn.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More zombies appear</td></tr>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>T-Diddy heard the two zombies closing in around
him, watching the rear of the car, he saw an undead salesman step out,
reaching for him. Firing quickly, T-Diddy killed the zombie, quickly
shifting to the second zombie that just burst
from the nearby bush. Grappling with the zombie, he managed to draw
and plunge his knife into its skull, killing it before it could bite.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Looking over the car hood, he saw the crazy
chick had drawn a pistol that looked like a small cannon. Some dude had
joined her and was moving towards the car with an SMG at the ready.
“Hell with this!” T=Diddy said to himself. Pushing
the dead out of his way he turned and sprinted up the street, yelling
behind him “You’ll all pay for this! We’ll be back for you all!”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Mary yelled back from the barricade “No!
They’re not with us! We’re not breaking the deal!” She watched T-Diddy
running away, a look of desperation taking over.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Jack, we need to stop him!” Dawn yelled at Jack, pointing at the fleeing ganger.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“On it.” Jack replied, running after the young man.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack takes his shot</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
T-Diddy passes 0D to recover from Duck Back and
will Run Away. Normally this is just the figure being removed, and
T-Diddy almost makes it with a double move to the exit table edge. He
is out of range of Dawn and only Jack has a chance
to shoot him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Running up, Jack fires and manages to hit T-Diddy
once, knocking him down. T-Diddy passes 2D for knockdown and is stunned
for one turn.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More zombies!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Four new zombies spawn, and go first the next turn. Unfortunately for T-Diddy, a pair of zombies are close enough to find him delicious.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The zombies find the ganger tasty!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dawn watched as the zombies devoured the gang
member. His screams were cut short in a wet stuttering gasp as the
undead tore into his chest. Clearing and reloading her SMG, she waved
at Jack “Let’s kill those things. Nobody should
go out that way.”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Jack nodded, looking around to see Mary firing
an arrow from the barricade. “You’re welcome!” He yelled and gave a
mock salute before jogging off.</i></div>
<i>“That’s not all of them!” Mary yelled.
“They’ll be back and we’ll be the ones to suffer!” She watched as Jack
and Dawn ran up and killed the zombies feasting on T-Diddy. “Why didn’t
you just leave? Just go away!” She yelled.</i><br />
<br />
To Be Continued...Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-6201531385644789582018-09-06T18:42:00.000-07:002018-09-06T18:42:39.215-07:00They are LEGION<div class="MsoNormal">
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<br />
In July, I picked up a small new game…
Okay, not so small, but the base set isn’t too big - Star Wars Legion,
from Fantasy Flight Games. I was going to write a review shortly after I
unboxed the game, but I wanted to live with
it a bit before I wrote this. To be honest, I want to give it more
play time before a final judgement, but having played a few games in the
last month or so, I thought this would be a decent time to give a first
impression review.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FFG Rebels</td></tr>
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<br />
<b>Good: </b></div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst">
1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>It does have a feel of Star Wars. I felt like I
had Darth Vader leading a charge into a rebel force. I know West End
Games had Star Wars miniature skirmish rules back in the (90’s?) and I
dabbled with it as I played the RPG back in
the day. I have a fair amount of minis from the WOTC collectable
game. Both had a decent Star Wars feel, but Legion does a good job of
keeping the action moving and not bogging down in details.</div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>The miniatures are detailed enough, certainly they
match what you expect from FFG and Star Wars. No confusing
Stormtroopers and Snowtroopers – even with nearly all white on both
models, they are visually different. They have done a
nice job making the models detailed; I have seen other places online
comparing the airspeeder to the Bandai 1/48<sup>th</sup> scale fine
model favorably. The bit larger scale does help painting, especially as
white and black (for Stormtroopers) is a major
pain to make look good. </div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpLast">
3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>The rules and game play is easy to pick up, you can
play small skirmishes right out of the box, and build to larger battles
pretty quickly. As expected, the game components are all excellent;
FFG has mastered the task of getting art
and cards to be high quality. It looks good, feels good, and isn’t
overly complex. I was able to teach a complete non-mini gamer to play
the basics in less than 10 minutes. Cards have enough rule notes to
actually help instead of adding confusion.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FFG Stormtroopers</td></tr>
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<br />
<b>Bad:</b></div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst">
1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>It is not as flexible of a game as I would have
hoped. Full disclosure, I have not purchased any expansions yet, but I
have had the chance to play around with extra units. The basic set is
enough to play, but not enough to
<i>really</i> play. It was fun for a few plays, but you quickly find
out you need more troops and want more toys to make it interesting. Hey
they need to make money somehow, and as a former 40K player, I
understand how this works. As much fun as it is, Darth
Vader vs Luke Skywalker does get old, and pretty much everyone has at
least one of each of them. Including a second, minor commander in the
base set to give some flexibility would have been nice.</div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Gameplay is pretty easy to grasp, and there is a
good amount of nuance (rock-paper-scissor-shotgun) but it seems to limit
the games to smaller affairs for best effect. The small skirmish game
is the most common play style, and with
a seeming focus on tournament play similar to X-wing coming through the
stores, I can see why. Aside from painting the miniatures, there is
not much customizing (some game modifications from cards, but not
creating a custom commander for example) so everyone
should be able to play in a Legion event and not question what they are
seeing. Given time and expansions, the customizing will change,
exactly as it has in X-wing, with hundreds of options for ship
modifications, everyone can find a combo they like.</div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpLast">
3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>On the subject of the miniatures, they are a bit
larger scale than other games (heroic 40K) and they have nice detail,
but they are a PVC based plastic. That means you have to use a gorilla
glue/superglue to put them together, not traditional
hobby cement. They also have a noticeable ‘bendiness’ as the PVC is
pretty soft. In general, this doesn’t cause any problems, but some of
the detail is lost and they don’t look as nice under inspection.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FFG Luke and Vader face off</td></tr>
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</b><br />
<b>Other:</b></div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst">
1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Distance measurements are all from custom rulers
and movement gages. I’m not sure how I feel about this. They work well
enough, the shooting ruler is pretty sturdy (a sectioned triangular
stick) but the movement templates may be a
problem. The movement gages have a rotation point in their middle, and
need to be snapped together to work. Mine went together okay, with one
nearly breaking as it snapped together. I have heard horror stories
from other players whose gages broke during
initial construction. Decent idea, maybe better execution next time.</div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Scenery is another area I am not sure how I feel.
There is already plenty out there and making scenery is something I
enjoy and for Legion it is easy enough to make. The barricades that
come with the game are good for getting started,
but a few ‘tournament’ type players who don’t consider any custom
terrain ‘legal’ does sour the experience a bit. It’s easy enough to
avoid those folks, but long term I see where X-wing has gone, and I
wonder if Legion will go down the same road where tournament
play is the focus of the overall game.</div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Game play is okay, but most of the battles seemed
to come down to a lot of ‘fighting in a closet’ to me. I know some of
that is my limited selection of troops. Plenty of games suffer from a
focus on hero units, and Legion is no exception
– if Vader crashes into the rebel line with Luke not able to counter
him, the results are just what you expect. It’s just too many games
came down to this effect. I am sure I am to blame for a portion of
this, it’s partly how I play, but other players mentioned
this effect as well.</div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Another game play observation – playing Legion
feels more like a ‘game’ compared to other miniature wargames. Moving
units around leaders, not every individual is a great idea - it speeds
up the game considerably. Custom dice, I am
not a huge fan of. They are fine; it makes sense for how the game is
setup to compare hits, surges, defense, etc. The old curmudgeon in me
wants to see normal dice and +/- modifiers and make us do math. Just
how the game works makes it feel like a ‘game’
and less like a miniature representation of a battle. That is likely
my own personal feeling and may change with more play.</div>
<div class="m_-7958696101891876805MsoListParagraphCxSpLast">
5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Not a bad thing, maybe, but I feel it is a missed
opportunity or possibly corporate influence – there are only two sides,
Rebel or Imperial. This is how X-wing started and after about 2 years
(maybe less) they added Scum and Villainy
for the bounty hunters and such. I see Boba Fett is coming out for the
Empire, and I think about how long until Legion has the same thing
happen. May be plan ahead a bit for another faction, or maybe even add
some sort of sub-factions to the mix, just to
make it a bit more varied.<b> </b><br />
<br />
<b>Conclusion:</b><br />
In the end, I have to say
I have enjoyed playing Legion. That alone makes it a good game - after
all if you have fun playing a game, it has done what it was designed to
do. From a hobbyist point of view, I am
not quite as sold. The models are not cheap, but they don’t feel quite
as good of a value compared to some other miniatures. Not that you
couldn’t give your Stormtroopers some custom poses, or head and arm
swaps on rebel troopers and such, but it is a bit
more difficult with the minis the way they are. </div>
If you are looking for a
fun, quick playing Star Wars themed miniature game, Legion is a pretty
good effort. It plays well, looks nice and isn’t too complex for newer
gamers and has enough to it for more veteran
gamers. In a few years we will probably have so many expansions it
will feel like the epic war it represents.<br />
For now, I may try some more games, but it's not going to be the focus it was for me for the past couple of months. Back to the zombie apocalypse!Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-52074015601249253222018-06-20T19:16:00.000-07:002018-06-20T19:16:06.709-07:00The Traci Situation (Part 3 Conclusion)<i>Traci stood in shock and horror, watching Kevin slump to the ground. Alone she faced two zombies, which turned to face their final prey. Their ragged pallid hands reached out for her, and Traci could imagine the horror of them grabbing her.</i><br />
<i>Finally snapping out of her shock, she fired her SMG, pulling loose her machete to face the undead...</i><br />
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Traci stands alone, Chad has died (and will rise as a zombie in 3 turns if Traci doesn't kill him) Kevin has been knocked OOF (I need to check for infection yet) and she still hasn't managed to enter the building of the RV dealer. She manages to shoot the two zombies, killing one and knocking one down. She follows this up by charging the zombie on the ground - easily finishing it off.<br />
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<i>Chad's body spasmed, arms and legs flopping on the road. Traci saw the movement, knowing what it meant - Chad was nearing reanimation. Slinging her SMG, Traci stepped over to Chad, pausing to consider this man she barely knew.</i><br />
<i>"Sorry." She said, plunging her machete through his head, killing him before he could rise again and attack. Looking around, Traci realized the area was quiet. The midday sun was hot and the still air was making the day uncomfortably warm. </i><br />
<i>Traci stood for a moment and looked back up the road she and Chad had walked down, what felt like a lifetime ago now. She considered walking back, Jack would be happy to see her. Dawn...would welcome her back, probably with a lecture. Kevin coughed from where he lay, not getting up, but clearly injured.</i><br />
<i>Snapping out her daydream, Traci moved to check the car and get Kevin off the street...</i><br />
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Traci is persistent at least. She kills Chad before he turns and the table is empty of zombies. Time to make the best of things. I check the car - I give the same chance for a spare tire as the check for if it has gas. It does and Traci will need to pass a simple 2d savvy check to change the tire. The car has 1 unit of fuel and luckily has the keys in it! Finally a break goes her way.<br />
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Only to go bad when I find out Kevin is infected... <br />
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<i>Traci dragged Kevin to the relative safety of the car, pulling him into the back seat. As she climbed out, Traci noticed blood on his jacket. Pulling aside his coat and shirt, she found the bite mark. Already the skin was darkening, black tendrils of corruption were tracing his veins and spreading like the roots of a weed across his chest.</i><br />
<i>Traci closed the car door, nearly in tears at loosing another companion so quickly. Looking at the door to the RV Office, Traci unslung her SMG, making sure it was ready.</i><br />
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Traci enters the building and finds 2 zombies. She isn't surprised, but the zombies manage to charge her before she gets a shot off. Luckily she is protected and armed with a machete. She makes short work the two zombies and moves upstairs.<br />
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<i>Traci wiped her machete blade on the tattered pants of the last zombie. She glanced around the office and decided to check the rest of the building before trying to search for anything useful. Walking up the stairs, she reslung her SMG, the close quarters would make it difficult to use.</i><br />
<i>At the top of the stairs, she glanced at the mess of boxes and folding chairs, just catching the motion from the open doorway as a teenage zombie lurched at her. Traci reacted with a swift swing, killing the zombie with a solid blow to the head. The rotten corpse slumped to the floor, dead.</i><br />
<i>Traci saw filthy sleeping bags and boxes of a small camp in the room. Looking at the debris in the room, she found personal items of a family. She nearly broke down realizing the zombies she just finished off had been a family that ended up turned here together.</i><br />
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Traci searches the building and finds a luxury item. She heads back outside and fixes the flat tire, passing a 2d savvy check. The car has 1 unit of fuel, so now she has wheels and can leave. Of course, she has to do something about Kevin (somewhere double came up and the morning became daytime and Kevin went to level 2 infection) plus she was actually here for an RV. There are no zombies on the board, so Traci drags Kevin away from the car, and moves to check the first RV.<br />
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<i>Traci left Kevin laying in the road. She felt bad, but she knew he was already dead. As she walked back to the car, Traci could see the fence was down to the RV lot. Looking from the plain small sedan to the new red and white RV, she knew what she would rather try sleeping in.</i><br />
<i>Walking across the the road, the day's heat was starting to wear on her. The humidity made the June day feel like the dead of summer. After all the gunfire earlier, the quiet made her a a little nervous, she readied her SMG for action, just in case. She hoped her decision to check the RVs wasn't a bad idea... </i><br />
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<i>Traci opened the side door on the RV, Just stepping inside, she was shocked to see several boxes stacked around the interior, it looked like someone had started stocking the RV for a trip. She took one more step when she heard the sound of a rifle being cocked. From the back of the camper, she saw the barrel of a rifle pointed at her and a ragged man behind it. "This is mine! Git yo ass outta here and find your own!"</i><br />
<i>"Whoa!" Traci said "I'm just looking for help." She gave a cute smirk.</i><br />
<i>"You mean like with that other guy!" The ganger replied, jerking his head towards the road and Kevin. "Hell no!" </i><br />
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Well, that's what you get for exploring when you could just take the win and end the game... Traci checks the inside of the first RV and finds a ganger inside. The meet and greet goes poorly, and the ganger chooses to walk the walk.<br />
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Both Traci and the ganger score two successes on the in sight check. They will react at the same time, we'll see who hits the hardest...<br />
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<i>Traci heard the rifle fire, and the dull thud of the bullet slamming into the side of the RV next to her. At the same time she was squeezing her SMG, which barked twice and clicked empty. Time seemed to stand still as the ganger and Traci locked eyes, neither hit by the other's shots.</i><br />
<i>The ganger started to cock his rifle again, a grin spreading across his face as he realized Traci's SMG was empty.</i><br />
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Traci goes out of ammo and the ganger misses his one shot. Technically Traci should be outgunned, but I am treating her like a star, so she can't be outgunned. Everyone passes 2d on the received fire check, the ganger rushes a shot and misses Traci, who has her machete out and charges.<br />
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<i>Traci closed the distance to the ganger, who looked surprised that she didn't run away. His rushed shot went into the roof of the RV and Traci swung her machete right for his head. Catching the rifle just in front of the trigger, her swing sent the rifle flying back into the ganger's forehead and he slumped to the floor, knocked cold.</i><br />
<i>Traci kicked the rifle away and drew back the machete, ready to finish off the ganger. She paused, looking out the nearby window and seeing a zombie shambling towards the RV. She shook her head, and reloaded her SMG, drawing aim on the zed.</i><br />
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So Traci wins the melee, easily winning in hand to hand versus the ganger. She only manages to get an OOF result, and I choose not to finish off the ganger. I know survivors and gangers don't usually show any mercy, but it just didn't feel right. Traci reloads her SMG and kills the zombie approaching. Searching the RV yields a unit of food, the bolt action rifle from the ganger, plus the RV has 7 units of fuel, but no keys! She dumps the ganger out of the RV and works to hotwire it. She manages to get it started, but the car alarm goes off, and zombies start showing up!<br />
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It takes a couple of turns of driving and reversing to get the RV positioned to try and get out. During that time doubles come up again (but no event) and Kevin passes away, he will rise as a zombie after 5 turns. Traci guns the RV and rams the gate, which was a lot more dicey than I had thought. The RV bash value of 8 versus the DV of 3 for the gate (reinforced door) and Traci gets some good luck, smashing it in one go!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci smashes the gate and a zombie!</td></tr>
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<i>Bouncing in the driver's seat Traci steered towards the zombie standing in the road as the chain link gate folded away in front of the RV. With a gratifying crunch the zombie went under the front wheels. Traci could see Kevin shuddering in the road, as well as Chad's pack in the backseat of the car she had considered taking earlier.</i><br />
<i>Slamming the brakes, Traci stopped the RV, determined to grab the pack and supplies before she left...</i><br />
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Yeah, yeah, I know better. All Traci has to do is drive away. She is active in a running vehicle, has two units of food, plenty of fuel, no reason to stop. However, Chad's pack is RIGHT THERE! She can run, grab it, hop back in and speed away. Easy-Peasy.<br />
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Of course, I DO have to activate for that to work...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci faces the first zombie as she gets out</td></tr>
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This turns into a good demonstration of why you don't leave a vehicle running during the zombie apocalypse. 6d for zombie spawning each turn, even looking for sixes, is tough to ignore for very long. Add into that suddenly Traci doesn't activate every turn, and, Yikes! We have problems.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two zombies attack Traci as she stands still</td></tr>
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Traci handles the first zombie easily, but doesn't activate the next turn. Two zombies get to melee, and thankfully she is well armed and protected. She wins the melee, and finally gets to act. I left the RV running, so each turn it is rolling 6 dice for zombie spawns, and the dice are pretty hot, with one or two zombies appearing each turn it feels like!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci grabs the supplies from the car</td></tr>
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Traci misses another turn, and Kevin reanimates and moves to attack. The zombies are closing in, and the running RV keeps bringing more and more. I just need a turn of activation and a clear path back to the RV...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci watches the zombies approach</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Undead Kevin attacks with help!</td></tr>
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<i>Traci shouldered Chads pack and stood up from the car. She looked at the gas cap, considering if she could get the fuel out and into the RV. Scraping on the pavement behind her made Traci spin around, machete at the ready.</i></div>
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<i>Shambling towards her was Kevin, looking nearly grey from the corruption that had turned him into a zombie. Traci paused, but only to setup her attack...</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just need to get back to the RV!</td></tr>
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Traci passes 2d on a zed or no zed check, apparently she really didn't care about Kevin. Even facing 2 zombies charging from behind, she handles them in melee. More zombies are moving up, but she should be able to get back to the RV, if she can activate!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci takes down the closest zombies</td></tr>
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<i>Traci ran to the RV, throwing the full pack into the back. She could see more zombies moving towards her from the lot, stumbling through the smashed gate. She was worried that the sides of the camper wouldn't stand up to the pounding of the zombies. She stood her ground, waiting for the nearest to come close enough to kill...</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci has an opening...</td></tr>
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I decide to take one last chance - Traci stops short of the RV and lets the two nearest zombies charge her. If she had gotten in the RV she couldn't have moved and would have had 5 zombies attack the RV, so I thought this made more sense, Traci takes the two down, gets a turn with no zombie activation and starts driving away!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Almost gone!</td></tr>
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<i>Slamming the driver door closed, Traci gunned the RV into motion. Rather ponderously the RV moved forward, building up speed. Looking right, Traci considered driving back to Jack and Dawn. It wouldn't take an hour, and they would be shocked at what she found. After such a hard day, Jack holding her tonight would be wonderful.</i><br />
<i>Traci turned hard left, heading for the highway. She had left and wasn't going back... </i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci makes her escape!</td></tr>
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So Traci succeeds in getting an RV, has plenty of supplies (three units of food and a ton of guns!) and no strings attached. I thought for certain she was done for when I tried for the supplies in the car.<br />
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I will continue with Dawn, maybe we will revisit Traci in the future...Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-56111706504501374192018-06-14T18:43:00.000-07:002018-06-14T18:43:29.518-07:00The Traci Situation (Part 2)<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Heat was starting to rise as the day wore on.
Traci watched as rising heat from the road made the air shimmer. Behind
Kevin she saw a business-suit clad zombie shamble past a car wreck.
Gunfire was attracting more and more zombies
to the area. </i></div>
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<i>Traci started to say something when Kevin
whirled around and blasted the zombie with his shotgun. “We should get
off the road, or at least out of the open.” He said, watching the
zombie tumble to the ground.</i></div>
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<i>Nodding, Traci agreed. “Chad! Let’s move
towards the building!” She yelled, and started jogging down the road,
not even checking to see if Chad followed.</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kevin blasts a zed in the street</td></tr>
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This is part 2 of the Traci side story. The group
is moving towards the office of the RV dealer, hoping to find a working
RV they can use as a base. At the very least, if the building is empty,
it will make a decent camp until they can
get an RV working. Chad has been bitten and infected; he will see the
infection spread on each doubles that come up for initiative, succumbing
to the infection when the level of infection equals his Rep (3). It’s
been a bad day for Chad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They are getting closer to the building</td></tr>
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<i>Traci fired a burst from her SMG, killing the construction worker zombie as it crawled from the wreck in the road. She braced herself against the low brick wall, waiting for Chad and Kevin to head for the door. Chad was lagging behind, clearly feeling the effects of his zombie bite. She was worried he might just die right there in the road.</i><br />
<i>As if he could read her thoughts, Chad yelled "I'm still okay! Just keep moving and I'll catch up!"</i><br />
<i>Kevin gave Chad a hard stare, nearly imperceptibly shaking his head. "Yeah, let's keep moving." He replied.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies keep appearing as the survivors keep shooting</td></tr>
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The group keeps moving, getting close to the building, shooting as they go. Chad is basically just a zombie magnet, he can't hit the broad side of barn thanks to poor rolling and his lowered Rep. Doubles come up on the next activation, Chad is now one step away from dying...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course.</td></tr>
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Luckily (?) Chad is the one who has to check. In theory, it should kill him outright, but I roll a 6, his full Rep is 3, and he would have normally been okay, so I keep him going. Hopefully he can still die well. I should try and minimize shooting, even with a 6 for zombie spawning, they are showing up much too often. Traci is okay, but the guys are not going to just drop their guns, so I guess we'll try and shoot our way through this.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The survivors attack</td></tr>
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<i>Kevin's shotgun thundered next to Chad. A zombie in the road shredded from the buckshot at close range, slumping to an ugly pile in death. Kevin swore and struggled to reload, pulling shells from his pockets. Chads vision blurred and snapped back to clarity as he wiped his brow with a nearly black left hand. Traci ran past, stopping and firing her SMG at an unseen zombie. Her reaction told Chad she had missed.</i><br />
<i>"Chad! Just hang on! We'll get these cleared out!" Traci yelled, checking her aim.</i><br />
<i>Chad looked from Kevin to Traci, his body felt like it was on fire and his arms ached, although frighteningly he couldn't feel his left arm any more. Chad lurched upright, bracing his rifle and ran around the corner into the road, firing at a zombie he could see trying to cross the street...</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombie charges Chad</td></tr>
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Chad is in bad shape, I admit I don't want him in the middle of Kevin and Traci, it's just going to be trouble when he turns, so I am going to move him out as much as possible. He fires and misses (Traci does as well, apparently the delivery zombie is hard to hit) and misses his shot as the zombie charges him. Going into melee, Chad has a decent chance - he is still alive, so he does get one bonus success and rolls 2d6 (1 for rep and 1 for brawler) and gets two successes. The zombie only gets one, and Chad kills it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kevin reloads and zombies get closer</td></tr>
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<i>Traci spun around, hearing a crash from near the building. Zombies were stumbling from around the side as another zombie stood up near the fence across from her. It seemed they were coming from everywhere! She took aim at the closest zed, firing a tight burst that smashed it's head. "Stay close to me! Shoot those zombies by the building!" She yelled.</i><br />
<i>Kevin glanced behind him, seeing the undead coming around the front of the nearby sedan. He didn't need any further encouragement to move. Stepping next to Traci he turned and fired his shotgun, getting a couple of shots off before it clicked empty again. One zombie was down, it's leg shredded from the blast, but the last zombie was still on its feet.</i><br />
<i>"YAAAHH!" Chad yelled, running past Kevin, stumbling to a crouching position, he brought his rifle up in a solid firing position. His rifled fired and the second zombie spun around and crashed to the ground. Chad coughed and spat out a blackish bloody chunk of phlegm. "I ain't dead yet!" he yelled at the zombies writhing on the pavement.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad gives it his all</td></tr>
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It's a mediocre turn for the survivors. Traci kills one zombie, Kevin hits one, knocking it down and going out of ammo (again!), leaving just Chad. I have him move up, so he is closest and fire on the last standing zombie. He rolls 3 sixes, and I just can't help but give him a chance, so I treat his shots as 'pathetic shots' and he gets a chance to hit - which he does with one. It just knocks the zombie down, but I'll take it. Chad at least hits something!<br />
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Unfortunately, doubles come up again, we get a random event and Chad expires from the zombie infection. At least he went out fighting. Apparently he hit more than the zombies when he last fired...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not exactly a PC car, but it makes sense...</td></tr>
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<i>Traci watched in horror as Chad spat out another bloody mess. Echoes from his rifle shots still sounded as he doubled over in a coughing fit. With a gurgling scream he half raised up, and suddenly fell silent as he fell face first to the pavement. Blood slowly pooled around him as he gave a single shudder and fell silent.</i><br />
<i>"Damn." Kevin said, pausing as he reloaded his shotgun. "Tough way to go."</i><br />
<i>Traci shook her head slowly, shock hitting her. She watched as the two zombies slowly stood near the car, their arms still reaching for her and Kevin</i>. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those are some fast zombies!</td></tr>
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You know, when things go good, you hardly notice, but a couple of turns of bad dice can make a whole game change. The zombies get a free turn and then manage to win the initiative on the next turn after that. The two stand up and charge Kevin, who can't shoot due to his shotgun being out of ammo. I wish the bad luck stopped there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, that's a bad day.</td></tr>
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<i>Traci felt like she was underwater, unable to move quickly enough to help Kevin. She watched him swing wildly, his shotgun bouncing off the shoulder of one zombie. Before he could recover, a zombie in a tattered camouflage slammed into him, bouncing with Kevin on the road. Almost immediately, Kevin was unconscious.</i><br />
<i>The two zombie turned almost simultaneously towards Traci...</i><br />
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To be Continued...<br />
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Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-7512293778464008502018-06-05T20:22:00.000-07:002018-06-05T20:22:11.915-07:00The Traci Situation (Side Mission part 1)<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Bright buttery yellow sunlight was bathing the
road, making it a sandy color to Traci’s eyes. The overgrown fields, trees
and shrubs normally trimmed by this time of June showed how quickly
nature was reclaiming the world. It had been
a long night of walking, but Traci kept moving forward, Chad following
just a few steps behind.</i></div>
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<i>Splitting away from Dawn and Jack (why didn’t
Jack come with her?) had been tough, but Traci was sick of Dawn always
wanting to keep moving. They had stopped at plenty of farms, homes or
even roadsides that would make for a good place
to wait this out. Any day now, the army was going to sweep through and
clean this up. Traci just wanted to go home.</i></div>
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<i>“Hey, is that what you were talking about?”
Chad asked, walking up next to Traci and pointing at a billboard. “It
says next left, that can’t be too far away.”</i></div>
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<i>Traci nodded, glancing at the sign for an RV
dealer. “This must be the spot I saw, there should be a camper or RV we
can use for a home for now.” Traci was a lot less sure than she
sounded. She was tired of walking and hoped this
was going to be a worthwhile stop…</i></div>
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Traci and Chad have left Dawn and Jack and are
looking for a place to stay. They have been walking through the early
morning and have put some distance between them and Dawn. Traci at
first just wanted to get away, but convinced Chad
she had seen a dealership on the drive yesterday that had campers.
Whether or not this is the place she saw, there is a chance for them to
find a useful camper or RV.</div>
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It is morning of Day 72; this is a rural area with
an ER of 3. There are three PEFs and 5 zombies on table. I am using
the ATZ:FFO rules, with the modified melee rules and tight ammo. I will
use normal searching/looting with draws from
the risks and rewards deck. Traci and Chad are on foot, entering along
the main road, looking for a place to stop. Both of them have packs,
as they took half the supplies with them when they left. They are both
‘grunts’ with Traci the leader. I am giving
Traci some star powers – she can react as a star, but doesn’t get a
second attribute (yet?) and can be killed normally like a grunt.</div>
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Traci – Survivor Rep 5, Pep 4/ Sav 3; SMG and
Machete (BAP as backup); body armor. In her pack she has an assault
rifle, shotgun, BAP, baseball bat, one unit of food and 2 luxury items.</div>
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Chad – Survivor Rep 3, Pep 1/ Sav 2; Assault rifle
and Baseball bat (BAP as backup); no armor. In his pack he has a
shotgun, BAP, one unit of food and 2 luxury items.</div>
Chad is fully loaded, Traci can carry a little more and both are anxious to be able to stop and rest.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci and Chad approach the RV dealer</td></tr>
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The first couple of turns are uneventful, as the pair walk towards the dealer. One PEF gets revealed as 'something is out there', increasing the ER to 4. Things start to come apart when I get doubles, and a random event.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci swears something is out there</td></tr>
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<i>Traci was leaning against the SUV, watching the road and trying to shield her eyes from the harsh morning sun. Several zombies shuffled around the area, some attracted to the pair as the moved along the road. In the lot with the campers, Traci could hear the metallic scrape of the fence being attacked by a zombie.</i><br />
<i>"We should keep moving." Chad offered, looking towards the small garage near the SUV. "Let's check the garage and then keep heading towards the shop."</i><br />
<i>"Yeah, that's a..." Traci trailed off as she was looking at a zombie that had wandered from behind the nearby billboard. She dropped her arms to her side, nearly dropping her weapons. "No..." she mumbled.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is going to be a bad day...</td></tr>
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A random event comes up, and it's "Loved One" meaning a nearby zombie is a loved one and requires a 'Zed or No Zed' check. Of course, Traci is the one who gets hit with this. Somehow Beckie has managed to wander here after turning. What a bad development for Traci! She manages to pass 0d on her check as well. At least the zombie is too far away to charge.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beckie returns!</td></tr>
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Chad decides they need to get into the garage, he is going to have to take care of zombie Beckie for Traci...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad heads into the garage</td></tr>
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<i>Chad tried the door, finding it unlocked. He threw open the door, stepping into the must dark garage. Garbage and junk littered the small space, looking as if it had been hastily searched or emptied before. As he stood just inside the door, two forms rose from the junk, zombies!</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad shoots one zombie</td></tr>
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Chad isn't surprised by the zombies, and manages to shoot one, knocking it down. His Rep of 3 is going to be a challenge. The next turn the survivors go first, and Traci rushes in to help out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci finishes off the last zombie</td></tr>
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Chad is okay in melee, as he has the brawler advantage and a bat. His shooting is pretty poor, the assault rifle gives him 3 shots, but he is missing more than hitting. So far the noise hasn't been an issue.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beckie gets closer to the garage</td></tr>
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The zombies miss a turn, and the survivors search the garage, finding a luxury item. Now if they can just find a working RV or if the car is functional, that would be good. The next turn Beckie slams into the door, which holds, but two more zombies are getting close...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beckie attacks the door</td></tr>
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<i>Traci placed the whisky bottle in her pack, tinkling with the vodka and tequila she had found with it. Kicking around the box they had come from, she sent broken glass across the floor. "At least these couple bottles survived, we can party later!"</i><br />
<i>Chad grinned, he was looking forward to being alone with Traci and no zombies trying to eat them. "Sounds great! We can have some fun." Chad said.</i><br />
<i>A thud and shudder came from the door. Through the window Traci saw undead Beckie pounding on the door, trying to get in. Immediately he mood changed and she nearly wailed in sorrow. "We have to get out of here!"</i><br />
<i>Chad watched the door buckle as it was slammed by zombie Beckie. "Not this way. Out the front!"</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci leads the way out the front of the garage</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad moves to take care of Beckie</td></tr>
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Traci shoots and kills one zombie, Chad shoots and misses Beckie. The next turn is all zombie, with two zombies getting to Chad in melee.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad faces down two zombies</td></tr>
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<i>An undead jogger flopped over the low stone wall to Chad's left as he tried to draw aim at the undead woman in front of him. His hands were shaking from the fear of the dead so close and his shot went wide, missing Beckie as her undead arms reached out for him.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad Takes down the first zed</td></tr>
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Chad has the brawler advantage, and facing two zombies, is in good shape - he is using his rifle, so no weapon bonus, but rolls the same number of dice, 4, in the combat and has a bonus success. He wins the first melee by 1, leaving just Beckie. This is always where my luck seems to go sideways, and this time is no different. Chad looses the next round, but isn't killed or OOF, and fights another round down 1 rep. He manages to win, but doesn't get the 6 needed on the infection check. Chad is infected.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad wins, but is infected</td></tr>
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<i>Chad brought his rifle down on undead Beckie's head, splitting it open and finally killing her. He took a deep breath, feeling a burning feeling in his left arm. Looking at it, he was horrified to see the bloody bite mark. Quickly tearing away his sleeve, Chad could already see the black tendrils on his arm of the spreading infection.</i><br />
<i>"NO!" He yelled, knowing this was a death sentence.</i><br />
<i>Traci gaped at Chad, she never thought this could happen...</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next PEF moves forward</td></tr>
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<i>Traci stood stunned, looking at Chad. She didn't even hear when the man with a shotgun stepped around the SUV, reacting only when he spoke. "Do you need help?" He asked.</i><br />
<i>"What?... We, uh We're looking for a camper or something." Traci looked around, quickly recovering when she saw the lean man standing there. "Be a sweetie and give us hand?" She asked with a smile and flounce.</i><br />
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The second PEF moves forward and reveals as a lone survivor. We meet Kevin, Rep 4, armed with a shotgun and the medic advantage. Traci scores amazing with her meet and greet, scoring 5 successes! Kevin only manages 2, and joins the group!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to head towards the dealership</td></tr>
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<i>Kevin couldn't believe his luck! Meeting someone living who didn't just want to kill him, and a hot chick at that! Too bad for her friend, Kevin had seen plenty of those bites, he knew Chad might not last the rest of the day. While part of him would miss another gun around, Kevin could tell Traci would be more fun one on one.</i><br />
<i>"My arm is killing me!" Chad growled. "Let's get inside and see if there is anything we can do."</i><br />
<i>Traci gave Chad a smile, encouraging him to continue. "Good idea, sweetie. Let's check in the building, maybe we can find keys. At least get off the road."</i><br />
<i>Kevin finally took his eyes off Traci's legs when she mentioned the building. "I went in there, but didn't get a look around. There's something or someone inside."</i><br />
<i>After a hacking cough Chad managed to say "Well, let's be careful, but get moving!"</i><br />
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To be continued...Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-13991283266297304682018-05-28T17:35:00.000-07:002018-05-28T17:35:35.256-07:00Paradise! Sorry for the delay, but my wife and I took a trip for our 10 year anniversary, and went to Hawaii. We arrived on the big island, but stayed most of our trip on Oahu. I figured I would share a few pictures and let people know why things have stopped for the past few weeks.<br />
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As you would expect from a trip to Hawaii, it was wonderful. We went snorkeling with sea turtles, which was the first time my wife had been snorkeling. We had a nice cruise around Diamond Head the rest of the day and then wandered Waikiki.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The picture does not do it justice</td></tr>
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We spent several days on Oahu, and visited Pearl Harbor as well as the North Shore and wandered the island. It was great weather and we had a great time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where WWII ended, with the surrender of the Empire of Japan</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Honolulu at night</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Statue of King Kamehameha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hula Pie at Duke's on Waikiki - thumbs up!</td></tr>
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So, it was a cool trip. It did, however throw everything into chaos for the past month. I'm planning on getting some gaming posts going again soon.</div>
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Stay safe everyone and Aloha! Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-73556394039578669412018-04-20T20:58:00.005-07:002018-04-20T20:58:53.458-07:00Gas and Go!<i>"I don't care what you guys do on your down time, but if we have to guard prisoners and watch out for the dead, I'd like to think you're standing watch or resting if you need, not screwing in whatever bed is handy." Dawn said from the back seat as she watched the road going by.</i><br />
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<i>Jack stammered a reply as he drove swerving slightly "I uh...well we..." He swallowed hard and blushed at Dawn's accusation.</i><br />
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<i>Traci punched Jack's arm. Turning to Dawn she replied, "If you had wanted, you could have joined in..." Laughing at Dawn's shocked look, Traci continued "Don't be such a prude, we're alive, we should all have fun while we can!"</i><br />
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<i>Dawn shook her head, blushing slightly at the suggestion. "I don't care what you do. Just make sure it doesn't take the place of what your supposed to be doing."</i><br />
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<i>Jack laughed nervously "Let's not fight, ladies." As both women shot Jack dirty looks he continued "It looks like that gas station is just ahead."</i><br />
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It is afternoon of day 71, the group has left the farmhouse and gangers behind. They are stopping at a small country service station, hoping to find gas. For this scenario, I am increasing the ER to 5 (from 1 for a rural scenario) but there are 2 units of fuel placed near the middle of the table. The team can gather these just by searching where the red gas can is placed.<br />
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There are three PEFs and 8 zombies on the board to begin with. The gas can is located in the back of the silver pickup truck parked next to the gas pumps. The group enters on the road, Jack driving. My plan is to drive as close as possible to the gas station and grab the fuel and drive off. Easy peasy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a short drive in the country</td></tr>
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Things start quiet, I just keep moving towards the gas station. The first turn the zombies don't activate, and I decide on the next turn to stop a bit short and start clearing them out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to get into action!</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn hopped out of the car, pulling out her machete as she ran towards the zombies. "Let' get at 'em!"</i><br />
<i>Jack stepped out of the driver's door, firing his SMG at a pair of zombies in the road. One fell as a bullet tore through its rotten head. "Ha! One down!"</i><br />
<i>Traci started to follow Dawn, but had her shot blocked as Dawn sliced the head off of the first zombie she attacked. Shaking her head, Traci turned and fired past Jack, killing the second zombie in the road. Looking back at Dawn she snorted "Showoff."</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first PEF moves closer</td></tr>
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The survivors get off to a good start, killing three zombies. When the zombies activate, the first PEF moves closer and resolves.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who is this guy?</td></tr>
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<i>"Hey! Don't shoot!" The bedraggled young man in hunting camo yelled as he ran from the nearby tents. "Just stay cool!"</i><br />
<i>"We're kinda busy!' Dawn yelled back as the nearby zombie shambled towards her. "If you want to help we'd be glad!"</i><br />
<i>Traci cocked out her hip and tossed a wave at the man. "Come on honey! I'd love to play!" She gave him a come hither look. "What's your name?'</i><br />
<i>With a big grin her answered "Chad!" Raising his assault rifle, Chad started jogging towards the group.</i><br />
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We meet Chad, a survivor, Rep3 armed with an assault rifle and the Brawler attribute. His rep is a bit low, but he will make for a good addition once he gets a little experience. Even without, he is a welcome addition. Things continue to be exciting as the zombies get a free turn, and we get another PEF reveal.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now what?</td></tr>
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<i>A sudden crash of shattering glass and the thud of bodies broke the silence on the road. Four zombies tumbled out of a broken window from the service station. As they stumbled upright, they started towards Dawn and Traci. At almost the same time a corpse stood up between the two women, rising from a pile of leaves, neither had seen it earlier.</i><br />
<i>"Well that's just great!" Traci yelled as she saw the zombie. "Are you just going to run past these?"</i><br />
<i>Dawn took aim with her pistol on the mass of dead. She snapped back "What is you problem? Just deal!" </i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last PEF moves in</td></tr>
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Well, great bring on the last PEF! It actually turns out to be "Something is out there" and the ER increases to 6. The spawned zombie between Traci and Dawn charges Traci, but she easily wins the charge roll and shoots it before it gets to her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci shoots the zed...dead.</td></tr>
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When it rains... Next turn starts with doubles, so we get a random event.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies everywhere!</td></tr>
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Now zombies appear on 5+. Not too bad, but it will make a difference if I keep shooting so much. When initiative is finally settled, the zombies go first. Great. Just great.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least Dawn is closest...</td></tr>
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Dawn shoots one zombie as they charge and easily finishes off the remaining three in melee. I want to be quiet as possible, so after Jack shoots the last zombie near him, I have Dawn split off to take on the zombies moving along the barricade. Everyone else will go after the gas, so they can split if we need to.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn clearing up zombies in melee</td></tr>
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One more zombie arrives from Jack's shooting, the zombies shamble towards Dawn and she kills them one at a time. It's not the most efficient, but it is quiet. Eventually, Dawn faces the last zombie and I have the rest of the group grab the gas.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn finishes off the last active zombie</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn shook her machete clean as she kicked free of the undead farmhand she had just decapitated. Turning around she jogged towards the wreckage of a Subaru, and a lone zombie office worker. "Grab that gas and we'll get out of here!"</i><br />
<i>Traci lowered her SMG, shaking her head. "Whatever you say queen bee." She said and walked towards the pickup truck near the gas pumps. Jack and Chad jogged past her and started grabbing the gas cans they found in the truck bed.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack and Chad grab the gas</td></tr>
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So the table has no zombies, they have two units of fuel, which is enough to travel further east. Mission successful! Of course, there are a few buildings I could check out... <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to go find trouble</td></tr>
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I decide to check the various buildings and cars that might have some loot. I know I should just leave, but with an additional survivor, it helps increase the chances of finding something, and really, the risk is pretty low.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The store is clear, and empty</td></tr>
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<i>Traci dumped out an empty cardboard box, dumping some paper and a few empty beer cans on the floor. "This sucks." She said, disappointed. "This place has been picked over."</i><br />
<i>"We can check that garage and the cars around here." Jack offered. "Maybe there is still something in one of cars."</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the garage they find some food!</td></tr>
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<i>Chad lifted the garage door, the springs taking over as he lifted it over his head. The garage looked mostly empty, a few crates and pallets littered the floor. As the group looked through the debris, Chad found a small box filled with protein bars. "Bingo! It's not great but there's a bunch bars here!"</i><br />
<i>Traci clapped and flashed Chad a smile. "Great find there honey!" she said and giggled as the group moved on towards the car wrecks.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A ruined SUV and convertible are empty</td></tr>
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<i>Jack and Dawn rummaged through the trunk of the red convertible. Aside from some soiled clothes, there wasn't anything of interest. Even the spare tire and jack were missing. "Nothing much here." Jack offered. "You guys find anything in the SUV?"</i><br />
<i>Chad stepped out from the back, looking around nervously. "What? No...nothing." He stammered. </i><br />
<i>Traci giggled as she walked into the road behind Chad and said over her shoulder "I thought I found something...Maybe not though."</i><br />
<i>Dawn was not amused. "Pay attention you two. If you're going to play grab-ass wait until we stop for the day and someone else is on watch."</i><br />
<i>Traci harrumphed, giving a pouty look back at Dawn. "We're just having a little fun. The damn SUV was empty." </i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to go to church</td></tr>
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<i>The small country church opened easily. It was empty, but someone had used it as a shelter and left in a hurry recently. Jack found a backpack with bottles of water and some cans of soup and vegetables still stowed inside. He held u his find as the rest of group finished their search. "Hey, at least it's not beans!"</i><br />
<i>Chad gave a short laugh, but was quiet when he saw the cool looks Dawn and Traci were exchanging. </i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What about the camp?</td></tr>
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<i>Chad pointed at the tents, leading the group towards the small camp. "I was just checking these out when I ran into you guys." He gestured at the parked minivan and some of the scattered debris of the camp. "There's bound to be something here."</i><br />
<i>After a few minutes, Traci pulled a cardboard box out of a tent, the rattle of glass jars echoing from it as she opened her find. "Sweet! We got some jam and pickles!" Traci giggled and gathered up the jars.</i><br />
<i>"Well, it looks like we've picked this place clean." Dawn said. "Let's get moving."</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back to the car</td></tr>
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You know, things went very well, I found 3 units of food and no threats. The turn after they start the car, we get a random event. Looks like it's time to pay for the easy searching!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A dog? Really?</td></tr>
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I randomize the direction the dog approaches from - of course straight ahead! At least the car should be able to just plow through the undead!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bad dog! No biscuit!</td></tr>
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<i>"What the hell is that?" Jack said and stopped the car before it rolled forward very far. Loud barking echoed in the street and a large brown dog ran up to the car, jumping around the front and the passenger door.</i><br />
<i>"Wow, somebody's dog!" Chad said. "Looks like he's being chased!"</i><br />
<i>Traci opened her door and waved at the pooch. "Come on boy!" she yelled, trying to coax the animal into the car.</i><br />
<i>"Are you nuts!" Dawn yelled. "That thing could be diseased or dangerous! Leave it alone!"</i><br />
<i>Traci ignored Dawn and tried to get the dog to enter the car. "Come on! Come here boy!"</i><br />
<i>Dawn looked at the zombies wandering closer and yelled "Jack, punch it and get us out of here!"</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack speeds into the zombies</td></tr>
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The dog wouldn't join the group and he moved off. Jack speeds ahead and crashes into the zombies. Somehow, he manages only one success for each zombie he crashes into - and they match his successes, meaning all the zombies dodge! It's then the zombies turn and they charge the car - and we repeat the whole process, with one zombie falling under the car and being killed. Icouldn't believe it...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies can dodge?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies charge the car!</td></tr>
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The final charge doesn't stop Jack from driving away the next turn. I expected one of the zeds to somehow disable the car at the very last second...<br />
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<i>Jack drove for the rest of the afternoon, taking country roads and avoiding towns. As the fuel gauge approached empty and the sun was getting low, he asked "Any plan for where to stop?"</i><br />
<i>Dawn looked ahead, they were near a construction site, it looked like there was some utility work being done on a wayside stop. She pointed towards the wayside "Pull in there. We'll look for a supervisor shack and hole up for the night."</i><br />
<i>Jack parked the car near a small mobile home looking shack, after a quick check the group settled in for the evening. As everyone found a spot sleep, Dawn offered "I'll take the last watch. Traci you start, then Chad and Jack. We should all get plenty of sleep."</i><br />
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<i>As the half moon cast it's pale light through a small window, Traci shook Jack awake. "Shhhh. It's late and I need you to listen." Jack looked at Traci with concern but nodded. "I can't keep this up. She is going to get us all killed, and I'm not convinced she has a clue where she's going."</i><br />
<i>Jack started to answer but Traci put a finger on his lips. "Just listen, love. I'm not saying she's that bad, but I'm cutting out of here. I've got my share of the food, a couple of guns and my stuff." She ran her hand down Jacks chest, knowing the reaction she was getting. "We've had soem fun, come with me and we can keep playing..."</i><br />
<i>Jack glanced at Dawn sleeping nearby, her deep rhythmic breathing confirming she was still asleep. He thought for a minute, but shook his head at Traci when he turned back. "She saved my life more than once. She'd never bail on us - you're a fool to leave."</i><br />
<i>Traci smirked and shrugged. "I figured you might want to stay. Chad and I are leaving." She stood and Chad joined her from the shadows. "You watch out for her," Traci pointed at Dawn "She is getting bossier and bitchier. Don't put up with it forever, you deserve more."</i><br />
<i>Before Jack could answer, Chad and Traci had slipped out the door and into the night. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.</i><br />
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The keeping it together check was a disaster!<i> </i>Dawn only gets two successes, Not great, but it shouldn't be too bad I figure. Jack only gets one success, as long as the dice keep this up, no problem! Traci gets four successes and leaves, poisoning Jack and Chad! To add insult to injury, Chad rolls three successes, I figure he splits with Traci.<br />
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This was tough to write up, the group was looking pretty good and then it all fell apart! I will split up the gear the group has and Dawn and Jack will have to continue on their own. At least they are about half way there...Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-48815474196788868312018-03-21T19:04:00.000-07:002018-03-21T19:04:59.499-07:00No Escape<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>It was late at night, but Dawn still relished
her chance at a hot shower. Dropping her fresh clothes on one side of
the vanity, she checked the bathroom door one last time, making sure it
was locked before she set her machete and pistol
down on the vanity in the master bathroom. Looking in the mirror she
hardly recognized herself; blood and grime matted her auburn hair,
bruises spread along her arms and she sported a black left eye and ugly
blue-green bruise from her hairline down to her
left shoulder. She had bruises and cuts all over, and scars from
several bullet wounds that nearly ended her journey.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>As she stepped into the steaming water, Dawn
realized how long it had been since she was really clean. It seemed
like a lifetime ago that she was heading to work at the bank, only to
have the zombie apocalypse throw the world into chaos.
She hurt in places she didn’t remember injuring, and felt the sting
from open wounds when she washed. After four repeats she felt her hair
was as close to clean as she was going to get.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Stopping the water and climbing out into a
towel, Dawn used a second towel to dry her hair. She contemplated what
to do about the prisoners they had. One of them had nearly killed her
yesterday; she still felt the open cut a piece
of buckshot had left on her neck. Using a found brush she untangled
her hair before braiding it up. Picking up the clean clothes she had
found, Dawn dressed listening to the rain slowly dissipating outside.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“I hope we don’t have to kill them.” She muttered, picking up her weapons.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
It is day 68, the group has sheltered for the night
in the farmhouse. They have managed to clean up, at least by
post-apocalyptic standards, and really just want to rest and recover.
Everyone has been wounded and the team needs to recover.
The three prisoners taken yesterday may make that difficult.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To start, everyone is in the house. The group is
rotating through guarding and resting. They will take a turn at
interrogation to try and find out what they can about the gang. Given
the chance, the gang members will try and escape or
attack the survivors, but they will need to work to get free.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For each day part, each character will get two
actions – the survivors can recover, guard, interrogate or investigate.
The gangers can recover, struggle, agitate or escape. While this is
happening, each day part will resolve a PEF, starting
at ER1. Any result that increases ER does so. If there is a ‘contact’
and it is any living result, then the gang has found the house and
depending on the situation they may attack or negotiate with the group.
Otherwise it is ignored.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This is going to be a bunch of rolling of skill checks, and that may or may not lead us to some action.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Recover:</b> This represents rest to heal from
wounds. Everyone is wounded to some extent, and need to take a number
of these actions equal to their rep to function at full rep. Successful
rest is passing 2d versus normal rep.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Guard: </b> The survivors need to have at least
one person watching the gangers at all times. While guarding, they roll
a die equal to current rep, each success counts against the ganger
actions during that action period.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Interrogate:</b> This is an opposed PEP check.
The results will work similar to Meet and Greet results, as fa as
good/neutral/bad results. If the survivors have more successes, they
gain information on the gang, if the gang member
scores more, they successfully give false information, if tied, no info
is gained either way. Each model involved rolls a die equal to their
current rep, similar to a meet and greet.
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Investigate:</b> Any survivor can ‘use’ info
gained by any interrogation to try a savvy check to figure out what the
gang may be up to. A success with this can be used to either cancel a
PEF contact for the gang showing up, or to alert
them to an escape attempt by the prisoners.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Struggle: </b>As prisoners, this represents
getting free of the restraints. In this case they are hasty and
improvised, so any model that gets 2 success on a rep check (# dice
=rep) can break free. This check is opposed by any guard,
and the guard’s successes count against all the prisoners. For
example, if a guard has one success, the prisoners would need to make 3
successes to break free. A successful investigate by another model will
allow them to react when the prisoners first break
out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Agitate:</b> The prisoners try and cause
trouble for the survivors. This can be needing bathrooms, food, water,
issuing threats, complaints, trying to ingratiate with the survivors,
etc. This is a 2d check versus PEP or SAV, and successes
can be used to cancel guard or investigate successes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Escape:</b> When the time comes if the gangers
can break free, they can elect to try and escape or attack the
survivors. Each model will roll 2d, 2 passes is attack, anything else
is try to flee. They will break a window and make
a run for it, just like a fleeing model in a normal game. If the gang
has shown up (PEF has resolved to human contact) they will join back to
the gang and d3 day parts later the gang will attack with strong
numbers. If the gang has not shown up yet, the
escapee will make it back to the gang on a successful 1d roll versus
current rep. If successful, the gang attacks as above. If not, the
escapee is considered killed.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Ready to Roll:</u></b> If the survivors
manage to get to fully recovered, they can choose to move on. They will
spend an action loading their car and then can just drive away. In
this case they will leave the prisoners with improvised
melee weapons, but alive. If they have 0-2 investigate successes they
will approach the nearby town of Bloomer, where the gang is based. If
they have 3-5 investigate successes, they will drive away from Bloomer,
starting a new scenario as they look for fuel
to move to a new region. If they have 6+ success, they will try to
infiltrate the gang camp and steal supplies. I’m hoping they have 3-5…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Gang Arrival:</u></b> If the PEF resolves as
human contact, a patrol from the gang has shown up. A group of 5
gangers, led by a deserter will make their way from the center of the
board edge towards the house. This will start a
normal scenario with the gang approaching the house. Each turn, there
is a chance they are spotted, a survivor on guard needs to pass a 2d
heck to see them. Anyone else needs to pass a 2d check at rep-3. If
prisoners are not known, they will have a standard
meet and greet when contact is made. Escape attempts or agitation
successes will alert the gang to the prisoners and they will immediately
become
<i>hostile</i>. The gang will try to recover any escapee and escape, or
will try to escape if they are alerted to the prisoners. If any gang
member escapes, they will proceed to Gang Attack, below.
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Gang Attack:</u></b> This is response to an
escapee or alert to there being prisoners. A major force of gangers,
made up of mostly deserters, will attack the farm. They will be in
three groups of 5 models, all armed with AR, grenades
and one model in each group armed with a SAW. These groups will enter
from the board edge opposite the house. At the same time, a group of 6
gangers, armed with shotguns and melee weapons will enter along the road
where the survivors first entered, they
will attempt to enter the house and free prisoners. This will be a
very well-coordinated and deadly attack; these guys are trained soldiers
and battle hardened. They will pursue fleeing characters, attempting
to kill rather than take prisoners. Survivors
can successfully surrender if they have more investigate successes than
the prisoners have agitate successes. Otherwise it will be combat to
the end.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Survivor Conditions:</div>
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<span style="font-family: "symbol";">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Dawn – Rep 3 (5), BAP, SMG, Machete, Protected</div>
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<span style="font-family: "symbol";">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Jack – Rep 4 (5), SMG, BAP, Machete, Protected</div>
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<span style="font-family: "symbol";">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Traci – Rep 3 (5), SMG, BAP, Bat, Protected</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jack has recovered the most, Traci is still in
shock from losing Beckie, Dawn has been carrying the team for a couple
of days and really needs a break.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Ganger Conditions:</div>
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<span style="font-family: "symbol";">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>‘Shotgun’ Sam – Rep 2 (3) unarmed</div>
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<span style="font-family: "symbol";">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>‘Runaway’ Carla – Rep 2 (3) unarmed</div>
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<span style="font-family: "symbol";">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>‘Pistol’ Gary – Rep2 (3) unarmed</div>
The prisoners were all OOF yesterday and need to
recover. They are unsure of what to make of Dawn and company, but they
know the rest of the gang will be looking for them in the next couple of
days so they will try and escape if they get the chance.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not interesting scenery, but it will work</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn was restless, exhausted but unable to relax. Every time there was a noise she didn't recognize, she was worried that Jack was in trouble with the gangers. Traci snored from her bed, clearly not bothered by the situation. Sleep eventually came, but Dawn's dreams were filled with feelings of running and loss.</i><br />
<br />
I focus on getting Dawn rested, she and Traci will need the most rest to recover. The gangers also take some time to try and recover, they need to get their reputation recovered if they want to have a real chance to escape. After a couple of turns, Dawn has only made one recovery roll. The gangers don't make any, so that helps. It's fairly boring, everyone is just trying to recover...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ER finally increases</td></tr>
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<i>Carla elbowed Gary, nodding at Jack who looked nearly half asleep. Gary grunted and looked at her and Jack. "I think I can get out and get that shotgun away from him."</i><br />
<i>Gary shook his head. "I ain't all here and Sam is nearly dead asleep. We need to wait some."</i><br />
<i>Carla harrumphed and sat looking daggers at Jack. "I'll get a chance." She muttered.</i><br />
<br />
One of the gangers, Carla is nearly recovered. The other two are malingering, not having any successes. It's close to the end of the first day and the ER finally increases by 1. The odds of the gang discovering the group have increased.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Later, Dawn has a discussion with Gary</td></tr>
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<i>"Look, I told ya. We have all kinds of groups out lookin for stuff." Gary said, rubbing his still wounded shoulder. "Just let me lay down. My arm is killn me!"</i><br />
<i>Dawn pointed at the map, trying to get Gary to reveal more about the gang. "If you have that many groups, how are you still able to find anything?"</i><br />
<br />
Dawn finally gets fully rested, and I have Traci and Jack trade places to have Dawn interrogate one of the gangers. She manages to get one piece of info, but by the end of the day the ER increases again. This is happening quicker than I figured!<br />
<br />
A few more turns go by, Carla is fully healed and manages to get free! Fortunately neither of the other gangers manages to get free. She rolls two success, and decides to fight her way out, charging Traci.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci is surprised as Carla charges!</td></tr>
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<i>Traci tightened up the improvised rope binding on Sam. He had nearly wiggled free, but she saw him working on his hands and made sure he wasn't getting free. Her thought turned again to Beckie, and she wished she could see her again. Walking back to the chair she was using as a guard post, she heard a slam from the front room where Dawn was 'talking' with the other ganger. She shook her head, glad she wasn't dealing with that.</i><br />
<i>A slight creak from a spring in the couch made Traci turn, just in time to see Carla charging her!</i><br />
<br />
Carla wins the charge roll, and Traci is considered unarmed for the first round. Carla is unarmed as well, so it becomes a pretty even match, as Traci still has not recovered and is operating at Rep 3. I consider having some sort of contested roll as they struggle for the shotgun, but instead, I just run the melee as a straight fight. I figure there is no in sight checks, as they start in sight of each other (never mind the flavor text!) so we just have the charge and fight rolls.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fight results...</td></tr>
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<i>Carla held the barrel of the shotgun in an iron grip, keeping it pointed away as she punched at Traci's face with her right hand. Traci twisted trying to wrench free, trying to avoid the wild punches. The two women struggled for what seemed like minutes until Traci managed to plant a solid kick into Carla's stomach. As Carla doubled over, Traci wrenched the shotgun free, and swung the shotgun down, clipping Carla in base of her skull with the butt of the shotgun.</i><br />
<i>With a sickening crack, Carla slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Traci immediately swung the shotgun to ready, worried the woman would attack again.</i><br />
<i>"You bitch! You killed her!" Sam yelled, struggling to get free. "I'll kill you!" He screamed.</i><br />
<br />
Traci gets lucky, winning the combat by 1 success, and rolls a 1 for damage, indicating an outright kill. Ouch. That could have just as easily gone the other way. This makes me figure on trying to get the group ready to leave as soon as possible.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another escape attempt soon?</td></tr>
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I manage to turn the info from the interrogations into some useful info and everyone is fully rested. I start trying to get ready to leave and Sam manages to break free. He passes 2d and charges Jack on guard duty. It doesn't go well for Sam, Jack wins the charge roll, takes one shot and Sam goes OOF. Short escape attempt...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just before the escape attempt</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn carried the SAW out to the car. The back of the station wagon looked like an armory from some 80's action movie. Dawn shook her head looking at it. Traci dropped a cardboard box full of canned food in with the weapons, adding a gallon jug of water to the supplies. "Looks like we're ready for a war!" She rubbed her bruised jaw. "I hope we don't see any more of this gang. They are crazy."</i><br />
<i>"We're going to head north and east." Dawn said, pointing down the nearby road. "From what we've heard from them," Dawn thumbed over her shoulder at the house "they are scavenging north and west. Once we get a little ways east, we should be able to find some gas and then get far away from here."</i><br />
<i>Traci looked towards the east, the midday sun washing out the fields in the distance. Shrugging she hefted her SMG and tossed her backpack into the car. "I'm ready. What about the last two?"</i><br />
<i>Dawn looked at the house, hand on her pistol. "We'll leave the tied up. they've already shown they can get loose." Dawn walked towards the house for a last check. "We're not murders. Not unless we have to."</i><br />
<br />
Everyone is recovered, and the group is moving on. They will need to find a unit of gas before they can change areas completely. They manage to find a small gas/service station in the country. We'll see what they find there...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a quick stop...</td></tr>
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Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-26852487852846335492018-03-06T18:46:00.001-08:002018-03-06T18:46:29.036-08:00Some Small ProjectsJust a quick recap of a few items from the workbench. I have a couple of scenery items and a couple of Horrorclix zombies. These have been staring at me from the workbench for a while, I was glad to finish them off finally.<br />
<br />
First thing I did was build a Plast Craft Games building I got for Christmas. It's from the EWAR 28 line. It's listed as a grocery, part of the WW2 France building collection. It is printed foamcore that basically snaps together, with some parts getting glued. It built very quickly, I think I had it done in under 30 minutes! It has a basic interior, and as a bonus, it comes with a destroyed version as well. It's not spectacular, but it makes a nice building for the table.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice small package</td></tr>
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It will work best as part of a wargame, like Bolt Action. As it has a destroyed version, it fits nicely that wherever it is located on the table, if it is destroyed, you have that version ready to go. Nice idea, and it works well enough. I had hoped for a ground floor, but I can deal with it being a single large room on the ground.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the parts</td></tr>
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It comes flat packed and is very clean and very well printed. I'd love to see some other buildings like this. If I get a chance I'll look at getting a few more, they have some townhouses that would be good for urban filler. I have left off the French sign for now.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ruined base</td></tr>
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In addition, I painted up a Dark Heaven Bones dumpster. I'm happy with how it turned out.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dumpster in blue</td></tr>
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I had a busted toy van I found last summer and it's been just sitting. I finally based it and turned it into a wreck.</div>
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I love taking old and broken toys and making them scenery. This car was busted up for me already, no wheels and a crushed top. Some black and rust paint makes it a decent wreck.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This van has seen better days!</td></tr>
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Finally I have two zombie cops from Horroclix. I just did some painting, added some gore and based them on smaller bases. The Horroclix line has some fun models, and they make for good additional zombies in the horde. Too bad they are getting hard to find.</div>
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That's it for the update. I'm hoping to get more productive, as well as figuring out how Dawn and company are going to handle their prisoners!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lady! You can't park that here!</td></tr>
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Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-46312335968197513692018-02-18T19:42:00.002-08:002018-02-18T19:42:58.218-08:00Shelter from the Storm<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Traci sat in the gloom of early morning, the
rhythmic breathing from Jack and Dawn the only sounds in the room. She
shifted in the chair slightly, glancing at the window facing the
driveway, lost in the murky purple of the night. It
had been a long day and she longed for more sleep, but someone needed
to keep watch.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“Oh Beckie.” Traci whispered, once again
feeling the pain of losing her closest friend. “I wish you were here.”
Traci cried again, the loss still fresh and painful. She watched the
night as she remembered how Beckie was always on
her side. “What can I do?”</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Traci spent hours looking and thinking of her
situation. As the world lightened, turning to deep blues before
pre-dawn light began to return the world to color, Traci looked at the
farm around her. “I’m no farmer.” She mumbled, thinking
of all she had done to survive before. Shivering at some of her
memories, Traci worried for her future.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>As the morning sun finally lit the bedroom, Jack
and Dawn stirred from their sleep. Traci yawned, asking “Well, what do
we need to do first today?”</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early morning at the farm</td></tr>
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It is morning of Day 67. There are 6 zombies in the area and the ER is 2, with zombies appearing on a 6. The group has decided to
stay and recover in the farm they found the day previously. This will be a modified secure
the area scenario, they must successfully complete several tasks, and
the time it takes to finish will impact the next scenario.</div>
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The task list:</div>
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1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Secure the area: Four PEF markers are placed
roughly 12” from each corner. They will not move and need to be
‘checked’ by approaching with 6” of them. They will be handled as a PEF
when checked.</div>
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2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Clear the house: It will take 8 turns of activity
by one character in the house and another 8 turns moving to whatever
location is chosen outside the house to clear the dead from the house.
The designated disposal location must be at
least 8” from the house.</div>
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3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>Search the house: A thorough search of the house will allow for 10
search draws. The group will automatically gain one luxury item each
from completing the search, regardless of what, if anything, is found.</div>
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4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Check the barn: The barn needs to be explored. It
will be treated as a normal empty building. It will have 2 areas to
check for occupants and searching.</div>
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5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Generator: One unit of fuel needs to be transferred
to the generator. One character needs to pass a savvy check to start
the generator correctly. The generator when running rolls 3 dice for zombie spawns. On any of the savvy checks, a result of all 6’s will cause a fire, with
catastrophic results. Three savvy checks
by characters within 4” of the generator will reduce the noise output
and reduce zombie spawning by 1 die for each 2d success.</div>
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6.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Water: One character needs to pass two savvy checks
to get fresh water running in the house. As a bonus, a third check
will give hot water as well.</div>
<div class="m_-3649061084107870553MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
7.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Check the jeep: The jeep needs to be searched for a
total of 4 turns (1 character for 4 turns, 2 for 2 turns, etc.). Once
searched, each character gets a number of chances to roll a 9+ on a
d6+rep to gain insight on the jeep’s origin.</div>
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8.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Stage the car: The groups car needs to be parked somewhere, this will be its default position in future scenarios at this farm.<br />
9. <span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"></span>Barricade
the house: There are 4 windows (DV0) and 2 doors (DV1) to be
barricaded. Per the normal rules, these can be improved by spending 1
turn working on them.</div>
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<br />
This is going to be a busy day. There is a chance
that they manage to get everything done in the morning, or this could
drag out all day. To simulate this, each time doubles come up for
initiative; it will signal a time change is imminent.
D6 turns after the doubles, the time will change. This cannot happen
on the first turn, nor can it happen on the turn following a time
change. Instead of setting a number of turns or playing until I’m done,
I will play with a 60 minute (real time) time limit.
At one hour, I will call the game and evaluate the success/failure. It
should keep me moving!</div>
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<br />
There are separate rewards for each task:</div>
<div class="m_-3649061084107870553MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 23.25pt;">
1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Required for victory.</div>
<div class="m_-3649061084107870553MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 23.25pt;">
2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>+ 1 success on Keeping it together rolls while in the area.</div>
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3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>+ 1 success on next meet and greet.</div>
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4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>Required for victory.</div>
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5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>+ 1 success on Keeping it together rolls while in the area.</div>
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6.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>+ 1 (+2 if hot water) success on Keeping it together rolls while in the area.
</div>
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7.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>+ 1 success on next meet and greet.</div>
<div class="m_-3649061084107870553MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 23.25pt;">
8.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span>No additional bonus.<br />
9. No additional bonus. </div>
<br />
If either 1 or 4 is not completed
successfully, the scenario will be a failure, and the group will need to
find a new place to try and rest.<br />
<br />
<i>"Let's start with cleaning house." Dawn said as the group finished their breakfast of canned fruit and crackers. "We'll dump the bodies in the field behind the silo."</i><br />
<i>Jack nodded, brushing crumbs from his mouth. "Sounds good, this place is already stating to smell from those things." Rubbing his nose and grimacing at the smell. "I'll check the genny when I can also."</i><br />
<br />
I figure they are starting in the house, they all might as well grab a dead zombie and get the clearing started. They move out of the house, Traci not quite keeping up with the other two on the second turn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn and Jack dump the first two bodies</td></tr>
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One of the nearby zombies manage to get to Dawn on their turn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn faces her first zombie of the day</td></tr>
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Dawn finishes off the zombies and Traci moves up to dump her first body off. Things are going well enough, and then I get my first doubles. The morning goes by quickly!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traci drops off her first</td></tr>
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There's not a penalty for moving through the day for this scenario, but if gets dark that will limit visibility. I get very lucky with the random event from the doubles!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well that is a great development!</td></tr>
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This effectively makes shooting free, no chance of zombies appearing. This will make things much easier, and move faster.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zombies close in</td></tr>
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The zombies get a free turn and close on Traci and Dawn. The next turn, Dawn runs around the tires and checks the first PEF. Traci runs back to the house, she and Jack will both be cleaning out the house.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn checks the PEF</td></tr>
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The PEF is nothing, and the next turn, Dawn charges the zombies closing in on the designated dumping ground for the dead.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn attacks the zombie</td></tr>
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Jack runs out and dumps a body and the next turn, the zombies go first. Two charge Dawn but she handles them easily, shooting one and taking the last down in melee.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn handles two zombies as Jack dumps a body</td></tr>
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The zombies go first the next turn, I added a shot of the timer as it's been a quick 15 minutes. I still need three PEFs and the Barn checked. Luckily there is only one zombie left on the table.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One quarter of the way done</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn leveled her pistol at the undead farmhand's head. Squeezing off a shot, she watched it slump to the ground, dead. Jack flashed a "thumb's up" as he ran back into the house. Traci hauled another body to the field, dumping before heading back herself. The noon sun was getting hot, the June day feeling very summer like.</i><br />
<i>"I'm checking the barn!" Dawn yelled at Traci before turning and jogging towards the structure.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn checks the second PEF</td></tr>
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The PEF increases the ER by 1, now it is 3. Otherwise, nothing...<br />
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<i>Inside the barn was dim and stuffy. Boxes and sacks were seemingly stacked haphazardly around the floor, creating different areas. Dawn cautiously moved through the barn, looking at the various tools and parts scattered around. A small scuffing sound brought her alert and as she rounded a small stack of barrels, a middle aged man with a rifle huddled against the wall.</i><br />
<i>"I ain't lookin for any trouble." He said with a drawl. "Just let me walk away and we won't have any problems."</i><br />
<i>Dawn stayed guarded, but relaxed her aim. "No trouble. We're clearing out the farm to stay for a bit. My name's Dawn."</i><br />
<i>"Victor." Came the reply. "I ain't stickin around here. I'm moving north, last I 'eard the guvment had some safe spots up near the border. They say the dead freeze, so I'm counting on winter." Victor relaxed, shouldering his rifle and slinging a pack. Picking up an axe, he added "If you're interested, y'all can come with me."</i><br />
<i>Dawn shook her head, and answered "No, we've got friends east of here. We're heading there."</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn meets Victor</td></tr>
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Dawn finds one area empty, and a survivor in the second. He is Rep 4, armed with a bolt action rifle. He scores 4 passes and Dawn only 3 in the meet and greet. Darn, another set of hands would have been helpful! He will leave the area over the next few turns, not a threat and adding nothing to the teams successes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn moves out as Victor leaves</td></tr>
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<i>Dawn jogged through the fields, moving to check out a car wreck along the nearby road. She heard Jack working on the generator, judging by the obscenities he was using, it wasn't going well. Traci was dragging the last body out of the house. Dawn checked the sky, clouds were moving in from the west, threatening the summery afternoon with rain. Dawn shook her head and moved on towards the road. </i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn checks the third PEF at the halfway point</td></tr>
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At the half time mark, Dawn checks the third PEF and finds another 'something out there' and the ER moves up to 4. There is one final PEF to check, just down the road from her position. Traci hauls out the final zombie and moves to help Jack with the generator. Each success (up to 3) they make after the generator is started reduces the zombie spawning from it by 1 (at 3 it becomes 0).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack gets the generator running as Traci dumps the last body</td></tr>
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Things are going pretty well. Dawn just has one final PEF to check and I will have gotten everything done for success. Traci and Jack continue to work on the generator, I'd like to get that sound reduced for any future scenario here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last PEF</td></tr>
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<i>Sergeant David Collins checked his M-4 once again. He looked at the rest of his 'squad' of armed survivors from the base. They found the missing scavenger jeep at this farm, but several strangers were here. There was plenty of fresh blood around, and plenty of dead zeds. He felt uneasy, this could be trouble. "Stay ready, we'll see if they stay separated." He whispered to the former civilians.</i><br />
<i>As they watched, one woman made her way towards them, walking along the road. She was cautious, but not very wary David thought. Looking at her weapons, he was impressed - she clearly was ready for the undead, but maybe not the living. "When she gets close, follow my lead, we'll see what they're made of."</i><br />
<i>Dawn walked along the road, her pistol and machete ready and her SMG slung on her back. She was worried at the gathering storm clouds, that may be a major storm about to hit them. Time to check the fence area...</i><br />
<i>"DOWN! Throw down your weapons!" David yelled as his group sprang up from the culvert they were hunkered down in. He watched the woman freeze, but she didn't drop her gun. "Fire!" He yelled...</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn finds 5 gang members!</td></tr>
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Well, *$%#&! Dawn triggers the last PEF and it is a contact. Of course its gangers, and I get 5 of them! The leader is rep 5, armed with an assault rifle. I decide he is another deserter and is also protected. The rest of group are all rep 3, but one is armed with a shotgun and the others with pistols. Of course the meet and greet ends up going to a 'walk the walk'. At least Dawn pulls out a ton of successes in that!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twenty minutes to go and a gang to fight</td></tr>
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As gunfire erupts, Dawn shoots and hits the leader and the female ganger next to him. She gets a killed outright result on the leader (rolled a 1 for result on her BAP) and knocked down on teh woman, who only passes 1d and is out of the fight.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn shoots 2</td></tr>
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The return fire is tough. The two gangers with pistols manage to miss outright on all of their shots! The shotgun is a different story. He get 2 hits, one is an outright kill. Luckily she has Hard as Nails, and suffers only a second knock down. Dawn passes both knock down checks with 2d each and gets to carry on. her body armor and rep of 5 have carried her through some amazing situations.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawn is knocked down, but not out</td></tr>
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<i>Traci and Jack both snapped up and turned at the sound of gunfire. "Dawn was over there!" Traci yelled, sprinting for the end of the house and towards the chatter of gunshots.</i><br />
<i>"Go! I'm right behind ya!" Jack yelled as he grabbed his SMG and ran towards the sound, a few steps behind Traci.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fifteen minutes left and Traci wins the insight check!</td></tr>
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The gangers pass a man down check, sticking around. Running up, Traci wins the insight check and takes aim at the only ganger who can return fire, the man with a shotgun. She gets two hits, knocking him down. He passes 2d on his first check, 1d on his second and goes out of the fight.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another ganger down</td></tr>
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Jack runs up onto the porch of the house, aiming down at the last two gang member. He spreads his shots across both (he wins the in sight check as he has them out ranged) and gets one hit on the second ganger, knocking him out of the fight.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack takes aim</td></tr>
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Somehow the final ganger decides to stick it out. Dawn wins initiative, and shoots her down.<br />
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Whew. Jack jogs back to the generator and Traci moves to check the jeep. Dawn is going to loot the dead and I'll wait for Jack and Traci help deal with the OOF gangers.<br />
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I have less than ten minutes, so I start to move quickly. (I have fewer pictures, they aren't interesting anyway.) Jack finishes off the generator, getting the third success needed. Doubles come up again, and a storm is about to hit. Great, it's getting dark and raining!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack and Traci check the jeep</td></tr>
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<i>Jack rifled through the jeep, turning out bags and opening the storage boxes in the back. "It seems pretty empty to me!" He said, flustered at the lack of anything useful.</i><br />
<i>"Look at this." Traci held up a key with a large plastic oblong tag. "It says Twi Lite Motel. Seems to be in Bloomer." She read the key fob as she looked at it. "Maybe that's where these guys are from?"</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack moves the jeep to the garage</td></tr>
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Jack and Traci check out the jeep and get a clue to the home base of the gang. Jack takes the jeep to the garage and Traci moves to help Dawn with the gang members that are down.<br />
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Dawn drags the last KO'd ganger to the house and Jack and Traci start searching the interior of the house. Dawn re-positions the car and heads into the house to work on the water. Not much to see for pictures, but she manages to get the three required successes and the group has hot water to enjoy! The last actions are barricading each door to DV2. Time runs out before they get any more done, but at least nobody can just wander in!<br />
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Searching the house yielded some interesting items. From searching, they get 3 units of food, a unit of fuel, a bow and a SAW. Per the scenario, they also get 3 luxury items. From the gangers, they pick up another assault rifle, a shotgun and three pistols, plus one set of body armor. They also have three prisoners...<br />
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<i>As the storm lashed the house with rain a rumble of thunder shook the walls. Jack turned a hall light on and off a couple of times, smiling at the electricity. "We'll have power for tonight at least!" He said, triumphant.</i><br />
<i>"I'm looking forward to getting cleaned up." Traci said, carrying an armload of clothes towards the washer and dryer they found in the utility room. "I'd feel better without the guests."</i><br />
<i>Dawn sat watching the captured gangers, tied hand and foot to each other. They were sitting on a couch in the living room of the house, each hurting, but recovering from their wounds. "Hopefully they stay guests and we don't have to do anything...uncivilized."</i>Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-34795564323679639522018-01-28T20:10:00.001-08:002018-01-28T20:10:06.364-08:00Weary from the Long Road<i>Dawn glanced at the fuel gauge, watching it drop below a quarter tank. Rumbling along the back country road, she continued to dodge wrecks, downed trees and other debris. The late afternoon sun was casting longer shadows, night would soon be falling.</i><br />
<i>"We should stop soon." Jack said from the passenger seat. He had been napping on and off through the day as Dawn drove. Traci in the back of the wagon sniffled as she looked despondently out the side window.</i><br />
<i>"I'm hoping we can find a farm house along here. It should have a well so we can get some water." Dawn said, looking ahead as she steered around a flipped over pickup truck.</i><br />
<i>"Sounds like a plan." Jack said and winced as he checked his SMG. "My side is killing me. Remind me not to get shot again."</i><br />
<i>Dawn gave a short chuckle, slowing the car down. "We should find a place we can hole up for a while. We all need to recover."</i><br />
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Dawn has traveled quite a ways from the gang ambush, counting as having traveled to a new area, their car is down to 2 units of fuel. Jack and Traci are wounded, and will be operating at -1 Rep for the game. Dawn is tired, and will be at -1 Rep due to lack of sleep. Once she is shot at, charged, or physically attacked in any manner, she will revert to her full Reputation until the end of the scenario. Very tight ammo rules are in effect, but normal searching rules (I will draw from the risks and rewards deck).<br />
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It is afternoon of day 66, if doubles are rolled for activation, d6 turns later evening will start. This is a rural area, and away from any urban centers, so the ER starts at 2 with zombies appearing on a 6+. Success for this scenario is exposing all PEFs, checking each room of the house and dispatching any zombies in the structure and no active zombies within 6" of the house.<br />
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As a bonus, there is a generator (small black shipping container) and a propane tank (white tank) that can be checked for fuel, as if they were vehicles. The propane tank will only work for the house, but will give a +1 success for 'keeping it together' for Dawn. The generator can be fueled for use, which will give our group some creature comfort and maybe useful...<br />
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The game starts with the group driving into the area. There are nine zombies on the table with three PEFs. One of the PEFs is in the house, due to the peaked roof, it will be on the porch.<br />
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<i>Dawn slowed the car down, turning to squeeze between the gate and wrecked pickup that partially blocked her approach. Sound from the rumbling car engine attracted the undead, who began to shambled towards the sound, seeking prey...</i><br />
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The first couple of turns are pretty uneventful, with Dawn driving towards the house, zombies closing in on the sound from the car. A few more zombies appear, surprisingly, the PEF in the house leaves the building and moves towards the car.<br />
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<i>Dawn gunned the car down the gravel driveway, watching for any movement from the house. After the gang ambush, she was nervous at being trapped in another attack.</i><br />
<i>"What was that!" Jack exclaimed from the passenger seat. He twisted in his seat, looking back towards the road. "I swear I saw zombies in the trees!"</i><br />
<i>"Calm down. you're just tired." Traci said, sounding worn out. "Let's just get this done so we can rest."</i><br />
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On the second turn, I expose two PEFs - both turn out to be 'something out there' and the ER moves to 4. That's about the best I could hope for! Dawn drives to the end of the drive and everyone gets out to start facing the zombies. </div>
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<i>Dawn stopped the car, turning off the engine. Stepping out into the lat afternoon sun, she drew her pistol and shot at the nearest zombies, killing one as her boots crunched on the loose gravel. A short burst from Traci's SMG made echoing claps from the house as she killed a zombie near a genertaor shack.</i><br />
<i>"I'll check the barn and pickup." Jack said, checking his weapon and pointing towards the parked truck.</i><br />
<i>"Just be careful!" Dawn yelled, as she drew her machete, facing down the mass of zombies moving up the drive.</i><br />
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Things are going pretty well, and that's always when it comes apart. Jack moves towards the barn, shooting at the two zombies near the pickup truck. He kills one, but runs out of ammo. Dawn moves forward and shoots one more zombie, there are quite a few gathering along the driveway. Traci searches the jeep, finding keys in it and 2 units of fuel in the tank. Maybe things are going to keep going well...<br />
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<i>Dawn heard Jack swear and hurriedly work on reloading his SMG. Zombies growled and surged forward, trying to get to the living. Dawn aimed and fired twice, watching with some satisfaction when one zombie's head exploded in a brown and black muck. Her satisfaction was short lived as the horde slammed into her and she found herself fighting for her life!</i></div>
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<i>Slashing with her machete, Dawn swung at heads and arms and worked hard to keep the zombies at bay. She struck hard on one zombie's head, smashing it open. Suddenly she felt a hard pull and shooting pain shot through her right arm. Shaking it loose, she struck again with the machete, kicking the legs out from under another zombie. Dawn kept fighting, she would worry about her wound if she survived...</i><br />
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Yikes! Dawn fights a melee with seven zombies. She ties the first round, wins by one on the second and looses by one on the third! The combat seems to go forever, but Dawn eventually kills the zombies. What a first melee combat to return to the campaign. When she activates next, I roll a six for infection, and Dawn is luckily not infected. She and Traci shoot up some of the remaining zombies in the open and Traci runs out of ammo!<br />
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Jack faces down two zombies, and manages to kill them both. Time to get the group all back together I think!<br />
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All the shooting keeps bringing more zombies, so I decide to have Dawn take down the nearest zombie in melee the next turn. One on one is no problem and she kills it easily. Both Traci and Jack find more ammo, but will run out if they suffer a second out of ammo this game. Jack decides to check the pickup truck as he moves by it.<br />
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<i>Jack walked towards the rusty tan pickup truck as Dawn finished killing a zombie near the beat-up jeep. "Hopefully this rust bucket has some gas." He mumbled as he looked in the passenger window.</i><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>Suddenly two men in camouflage uniforms sprang up from the back of the truck. Both brandishing assault rifles, these looked frightened and unkempt. They looked around the yard and one of the men barked "Throw down your weapons! This is an army outpost!"</i></div>
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<i>Jack looked incredulous at the pair. He laughed as one of the men aimed his rifle at Jack. "You ain't no soldiers! Even if you are... or were, look around, the government is gone!"</i></div>
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<i>The man at the end of the truck aimed his rifle at Traci. "I'm not telling you again. Throw down your weapons!"</i></div>
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<i>Jack narrowed his eyes, bringing his weapon up, he growled "Not today."</i></div>
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Checking the truck we find two 'military' occupants. I check to see if they are 'survivors' or 'gangers' as we are well past the time for police/military encounters. They turn out to gangers, but I keep the military feel - they are deserters or survivors from a nearby military outfit. We go to in sight checks as they choose to walk the walk...</div>
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<i>Dawn saw the ragged men stand up, and rather than wait for the inevitable, she took aim and fired. She saw one figure drop into the truck as Jack fired his SMG at close range into the other.</i><br />
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That goes well, the gangers are killed and don't even get a shot off. Even with body armor (following the deserter theory) they don't last. Traci and Jack move to finish searching the truck and loot the bodies while Dawn finishes off the zombies in melee.</div>
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Having cleared off the zombies, I head for the propane and generators, might as well check them for fuel.</div>
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Well, at least one of them has fuel! They can use some gas from one of the vehicles to get some power and get the house livable again. With the propane, they can have hot showers and cook at least! Time to clear the house.</div>
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<i>Dawn entered the darkened house, the sun outside low on the horizon. She could hear shuffling from nearby rooms. She waited just inside the door as Jack and Traci stepped in beside her, both with their SMGs ready. "We'll go room by room. Check the corners and under furniture, closets and anywhere these things can lurk."</i></div>
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<i>Traci glanced at the family pictures on the wall. "Looks like they had a pretty large family. Let's hope they weren't all home when this hit."</i></div>
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I am using a floor plan I had made for a previous game. Each room has a chance for zombies, and I will roll for zombies from gunfire, this will replace any zombies being found from the searching.<br />
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<i>The sun had set, deep purple shadows were swallowing up the farmland around the house. The silence that had been shattered earlier by the fighting was settling back, a quiet of the country coupled with the end of civilization. Dawn stood in the front door, watching as Traci and Jack unloaded supplies from the car.</i></div>
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<i>"We'll stay upstairs and sort out the house in the morning." She said as Jack came back in the house.</i></div>
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<i>Nodding Jack agreed. "Sounds good to me. It seems safe enough."</i></div>
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<i>Traci paused on the porch, looking down the drive. "I still think something is out there."</i></div>
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<i>"I'll take a quick look before we loose all our light." Dawn said, checking her pistol and machete. "Just get upstairs and I'll see you soon."</i></div>
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Yeah, I forgot about the last PEF, so Dawn heads out on her own to deal with it. It is now evening, with vision restrictions for night kicking in. I figure this is the easiest way to finish this off.</div>
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Finding one zombie, Dawn finishes it off easily. She walks back to the house, and we finish the scenario with a win. </div>
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Whew. Getting back to the campaign was rough. I was happy it ended well, the keeping it together goes good, I don't have to check for either Traci or Jack after the next game. Now they just need to get healed up and find some more fuel to try and get back to Ella's family farm...<br />
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Getting back to the campaign, I need to finish some loose ends before I get a new batrep in. I think this song goes well with the situation. Hopefully the track plays correctly...<br />
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<i>With a shuddering cough <span class="il">Beckie</span>
hacked in the far back seat of the station wagon. Her cough had a wet
tearing sound and she whimpered as she wiped blood and mucus from her
mouth. Her skin was pallid and veins stood out in dark blue
and black lines across her exposed arms and face. After the spasm she
shivered and managed to croak out “No more. I have to stop.”</i></div>
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<i>Traci wiped <span class="il">Beckie</span>’s
hands and mouth, giving her some water from a bottle. “Shhh. Just a
ways further, when we’re away from the gang we can figure this out.”
Traci used a damp cloth to try and relieve the burning fever <span class="il">Beckie</span> had
as well.</i></div>
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<i><span class="il">Beckie</span> rolled her eyes, focusing back on Traci. “Girl, we’ve been through a lot together. We’ve always had each other’s backs.” <span class="il">Beckie</span> managed to suppress a cough before finishing. “Where I’m going, I don’t want you to follow. Not
for a long time.”</i></div>
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<i>Dawn looked carefully from the road towards the back in the rear view mirror. She could see Traci trying to comfort <span class="il">Beckie</span>, the two friends both knowing they would have to separate soon. They were driving away from the ambush site;
Dawn wanted to get as much distance as possible in case more of the gang showed up. “You still doing okay <span class="il">Beckie</span>?” she asked.</i></div>
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<i><span class="il">Beckie</span> could hardly
move, but shook her head slowly. “Each bump is like knives driving
through my body. I can’t stand much more of this.” She managed to
squeeze Traci’s hand. “Find a spot to pull over, I’d like to just sit
in the
sun for a bit.”</i></div>
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<i>Tears rolled down Traci’s cheeks as she understood what her friend was asking. “Don’t go.” She whispered.</i></div>
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<i>“You know I have to.” <span class="il">Beckie</span> replied as Dawn stopped the car. “I’ll see you again, not soon though.”</i></div>
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<i>Jack and Dawn helped <span class="il">Beckie</span>
to a sunny spot near the road, sitting next to a signpost. Jack could
hardly speak, choking on tears he quickly offered a sad goodbye. “Stay
in the sun <span class="il">Beckie</span>.” He said as he returned to the car.</i></div>
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<i>Dawn knelt next to <span class="il">Beckie</span>,
checking a water bottle and making sure she was comfortable. “I’m
sorry this happened. I wish there was something I could do for you.”
Dawn said, already mourning another lost friend.</i></div>
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<i><span class="il">Beckie</span> looked at Dawn and said with a rasp. “There is. Leave me a pistol, would you?”</i></div>
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<i>Dawn nodded, pulling a revolver she had from a
pocket. “I thought you may want something like this. Good luck.” Dawn
gave her the pistol and a hug before standing up.</i><br />
<i>Pausing on her way to the car, Dawn held Traci's shoulder, whispering to her "Take whatever time you need." Dawn saw tears on Traci's cheeks, knowing she was hurting. "You have to let her go."</i><br />
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<i>Traci wiped tears from her face and knelt next to her friend. She hugged Beckie, not wanting to let go. "I can stay. I will stay. You shouldn't be alone." </i></div>
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<i>“Get out of here. You got miles to go before you can stop.” <span class="il">Beckie</span> said, her breath laboring. “There’s not much left here of me.”</i></div>
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<i>Traci cried and hugged her friend close. “I’ll always love you <span class="il">Beckie</span>. “ After a moment, <span class="il">Beckie</span> feebly pushed at Traci.</i></div>
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<i>“I love you too.” <span class="il">Beckie</span> said, a smile on her face. “Now go and don’t look back.”</i></div>
<i>Traci slowly broke the hug. Standing up she wiped her tears away and took a last look at <span class="il">Beckie</span>. “I’ll never forget you.” Turning and getting in the car, Traci never looked back.</i><br />
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<i>Dawn pulled out onto the road and slowly picked up speed, leaving Beckie behind. She tried to concentrate on the road, but couldn't help looking at Traci, silently sobbing in the back. She wanted to reach out and comfort her, but no words seemed to be enough. After what seemed like hours, Jack cleared his throat and offered "It looks like a nice day to sit in the sun."</i><br />
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<i>Traci cried openly in response. "It's not fair!" She yelled.</i><br />
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<i>"It certainly isn't." Dawn agreed, driving on. </i><br />
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<i>Beckie watched the car roll down the road, over a slight rise and disappear into the distance. The countryside was quiet once again and Beckie leaned back against the signpost, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. For a moment she could let the pain go, just relaxing and feeling free. A breeze rustled the grass and trees and a few birds called to each other. Beckie smiled.</i><br />
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<i>Slowly she slipped into a sleep, never to wake alive again.</i><br />
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<i>Iguana on a Stick, Nuka Cola, Radscorpions...</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">War. War never changes.</td></tr>
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The Fallout board game from FFG, not zombie gaming, but a fairly obvious post-apocalypse game. Fallout has a pretty well known alternate history world with a post-apocalyptic series of adventures set some 200 years after a massive nuclear war has destroyed civilization. Fantasy Flight Games has published a board game based on the various iterations of the game.<br />
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In typical FFG fashion, the components are top-notch. The cards are well finished, the card stock components are nice and heavy and everything has a finish that feels like it will stand up to plenty of playing. The miniatures that come in the game to represent the players are well detailed and represent several iconic characters from the video games.<br />
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The game board is made up of randomly placed hexagons to create the 'wasteland' which allows for some variation from game to game. Each game has different factions vying for control of the wasteland, slowly gaining influence as the players each try to increase their own influence by helping or hindering the factions.<br />
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On the surface, it works much like the video game and does capture that feel, at least early in the game. Running around the wastes killing bloatflies, raiders and mutants, gathering loot and caps, trading and interacting at the settlements and exploring ruins all give a nice immersive feel.<br />
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The end game is not as climatic, with one of the factions reaching a milestone on a tracking chart of influence, or one player having finished enough quests to achieve a required level of influence. It doesn't trigger some sort of final quest, the game just ends. Probably the only part of the game I feel actually fails.<br />
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It can be played by 1-4 players, so if you have a hankering for a board game and Fallout, this is a good game for you. I enjoyed it, I am curious to see how it compares to the Fallout Miniatures game that is coming out.Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-65443432390209737432018-01-01T17:29:00.002-08:002018-01-01T17:29:39.473-08:00Happy New Year!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy New Year!</td></tr>
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Well, we made it to 2018. What a rough second half 2017 gave me. I apologize for being gone for so long, but my family needed to come first and the time I have to give cut into hobby time. Things have settled back down, and with the holidays ending, I am able to get back to gaming.<br />
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I'll be posting regularly again starting this week. I'm going to try and ease back into it, with some reviews of the various games I just got for gifts. I'll continue my campaign in the coming weeks as I have time to write up the battle reports.<br />
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To everyone who sent me notes of support, I appreciate it. I tried to respond to everyone, but I am certain I missed a few people. The zombie apocalypse gaming community is amazingly strong, I have been shocked at the amount of support and concern I have heard from people. <br />
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Thank you everyone.Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-36495150425282523552017-09-10T18:58:00.000-07:002017-09-10T18:58:47.105-07:00What Happened?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boom.</td></tr>
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Sorry for dropping out of sight. I wanted to post something long before now, but I have just not had any chance to do so. I wish I could say this was where I would be able to start posting regularly again, but I don't know when I will be back.<br />
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My family is facing a problem. My father in law has been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer, and we are working to spend as much time supporting him and my mother in law for as long as he can fight this. I know it's a downer, but I need to spend my time in the real world, not in gaming for now.<br />
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I am hoping to be back for Zomtober. It all depends on what my family needs.<br />
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Once I have moved past this, I will be back to gaming. Until then I will be on hiatus. I thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers. Seeing a loved one dying is a difficult (to say the least) situation but I look forward to the distraction that is the zombie apocalypse.Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-50345710094891410872017-07-04T19:08:00.001-07:002017-07-04T19:08:18.399-07:00This is WAR!<i>"We need supplies." Patrick said, lacing up his boots. "I say we check that small warehouse we passed on Highway 11."</i><br />
<i>Sandra looked over the few supplies they had in the truck they were using. "You're right, we need more than a a couple of cans of beans and a blanket." Pulling on her jacket, she added "Let's go."</i><br />
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This is a recap of the first scenario, meant to teach the basics for The Walking Dead - All Out War. I have played it a couple of times, both solo and with one other player. I will show just one of my solo plays, it was the most interesting of the times I played anyway.<br />
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The first basic scenario is a supply run. I have to use Sandra and Patrick, a runner and a bruiser. This is mean to teach the game, so I have no equipment, and the survivors are designated by the scenario. I have setup 1/4 of the playmat that comes with the game to designate the warehouse, which is supposed to be 10"x10". I have to get three supply crates for a successful mission and there are three walkers to face to start out.<br />
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The miniatures that came with the game are of good quality. I expected as much, Mantic games has a good record of quality. The plastic is bit soft, but I think they will take paint well enough. As you can see, I have not painted them yet.<br />
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There are a couple of key concepts to the game, noise and events. As you move, you can choose to run (move 8"), which causes noise, and the nearest walker to shamble (move 6") or you can choose to sneak, and move 4". On the first turn I have Sandra run, with her special ability she has a chance to avoid combat, and Patrick sneaks. Each turn, you draw from an event deck, which determines how the walkers move and can cause general chaos.<br />
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After melee the losing models are pushed 1" away from the victor, allowing movement each turn. I found this keeps the game moving along. After a few turns, things get messy, I move Sandra to get the crates and Patrick keeps the walkers busy.<br />
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Moving around it seems things are well in hand. The events stack up, and the walkers really make things..."interesting".<br />
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The events cards definitely give the game twists and turns. You may have the walkers not even move, or you may see several more enter the game. I must admit they do make each game unique, on one play through the walkers barely did anything, we killed them (or knocked them down) and grabbed the supplies in like 3 turns. Kinda boring. Other times went sideways in a hurry...</div>
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Sandra and Patrick move along, grabbing the second supply crate. I hope to just move along the back wall and grab the final supply crate to win the scenario.<br />
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Luckily Sandra has picked up some armor and a tire iron. She and Patrick manage to win the melee, even killing one walker (with a head shot) and buy enough space to get the final supplies.<br />
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Sandra moves to the final crate, and the game gives a final surprise!</div>
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Luckily Sandra has football pads on, combined with a decent defense roll, she doesn't take any damage.</div>
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The final round of melee goes well for the survivors, and the victory conditions are met. The game ends with the survivors getting the supply markers. Even with some walkers on the board, the victory conditions are met and the game ends.</div>
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<i>As Sandra grabbed the last pack of supplies, a legless torso grabbed and bit at her. It's teeth latched onto the shoulder pads she was wearing, and she kicked the lurker away. She yelled at Patrick "I've got them! Let's go!"</i><br />
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So I have played the game a few times. There are good and bad points.<br />
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The good is the quality of the minis, the various components and the rules are well done. Games move at a fair pace and for a zombie game, how can you not want to have the Walking Dead franchise? There are decent rules for solo play, and competitive play as well.<br />
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On the bad side, I dislike games that use 'special' dice in place of numerical results from d6s. How hard would it be to note results as 1-2, 1-3, etc? The lack of customization and the limited number of survivors hurts the repeat play of the basic game. I realize I can get a few expansions, but they are still limited.<br />
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Once the narrative campaign expansion comes out, it might improve my opinion of the overall game. It is good, but on a par with Zombicide (which is a great game as well) but I think it is lacking in various scenarios. It's worth checking out and worth getting it for the miniatures if nothing else.Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-86069943851548278772017-06-25T19:41:00.001-07:002017-06-25T19:41:26.196-07:00Welcome to the Jungle!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week I tried out Zombie Island from The Flux Capacity. My wife and I have taken turns playing the survivors and the zombie master. The game has been reviewed on <a href="https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/156557/zombie-island" target="_blank">Board Game Geek</a>, where is gets a 5.6 out of 10. I'll try and give a complete review as well.<br />
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First, unboxing shows pretty good production values, I was impressed with the weight of the box and the tiles that make up the bulk of the components. Both are of a good quality cardstock. I was also impressed that they added a few tiles for future expansion. That was a nice surprise.<br />
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There are not many miniatures, and they are a bit disappointing. While they are made of decent quality plastic, they are very sloppy casts or prints. It's too bad, they could have been a good feature for the game.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mold lines and spatter! Too bad</td></tr>
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I tried to show the best figs I could find, they are all about the same quality. Very sloppy looking, but they are a hard plastic. I may still paint them up, if I feel ambitious. <br />
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The game premise is pretty straightforward. The 'explorers' move through the jungle, looking to discover 26 tiles. Four of the tiles have zombie spawn points, marked with a 'Z'. Humans can move an unlimited distance, where the zombies can only move 3 spaces, and can only enter one new tile per move. All movement is straight line only (think the queen from chess).<br />
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Once a survivor reveals all the tiles, they are trying to get back to the beach. Meanwhile, the zombie master is slowly losing control of their minions, so the explorer can simply outlast the zombies.<br />
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The explorer gets up to 4 'machete tiles' to modify the board as they move. These allow for movement through areas that are impassable. It also allows for the game to change each time. They can also be used for an escape from a bad situation...<br />
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Game play is pretty fast. While the explorer has a machete, if a zombie makes contact, that's it. No combat at all. Playing as a match, with players trading sides has been fun. There are a couple of scenarios, but they are all basically the same, with up to 3 explorers on the board at the same time. </div>
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While the game is fun and quick, it is pretty limited. I would have hoped for some additional missions, with alternate tile usage perhaps. Overall I would say it's a fun quick game, but not one to replace something like Zombicide. It reminds me of Twilight Creations Zombies!!! game, without the randomness of the various cards.<br />
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I would recommend this game for a quick pick up game or if you want to have a zombie themed game with people who find Zombicide too daunting. It really plays pretty fast so it's not a huge investment from that standpoint. I wish the miniatures had been a bit better, but overall the components were good quality.<br />
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I'd score it about 6/10, we have been having fun this week with it.Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319272600819321077.post-10612693160069993842017-06-18T17:10:00.002-07:002017-06-18T17:10:50.290-07:00Father's Day Zombies!It's Father's Day in the US, so I'd like to send a happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there. I hope you had a great day!<br />
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I had my two nephews visit this weekend. They are 2 and 6, and now I realize why I am glad my kids are 21 and 23! Not much for gaming, but I did get a couple of great zombie themed games to try out.<br />
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First is The Walking Dead: All Out War. I have not played it, but have seen it played in a few places and it certainly looks cool. I'm looking forward to at least painting the minis and adding them to my ATZ games.<br />
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Second is called Zombie Island. I have never heard of this game, my wife found it at a game store that specializes in out of print games and accessories. I haven't had a chance to unbox it yet, but I plan on breaking it out and posting a game recap. It sounds like fun, you are an "explorer" making your way through a jungle infested with zombies. That is what I have gotten from a quick read of the box...<br />
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It was a busy and tiring weekend. Hopefully Fear the Walking Dead tonight doesn't disappoint!Nobody667http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619766374150489698noreply@blogger.com12