alright, so me and my buds all love D&D and just playing with our imaginations. But not everyone wants to put the time into learning how to play either D&D or Warhammer 40k. So. We kinda made it a party game. We'll have about 12 or so people, most just casual players. So I'll be "Dungeon Master" if you don't play Dungeons & Dragons, then Dungeon Master, or DM, is basically the guy making all the rules. Why isn't there just a core set of concrete rules? well, sometimes you just need more rules than provided, for example, if you roll a one to swing from a tentacle into the eye socket of a kraken (this happened) the DM gets to decide whether or not you would fall off into the water, like would normally happen if a one is rolled, but instead you fall into it's mouth, which is exactly what I did... and that character only survived because someone sliced the testicles of the beast causing it to roar in pain. anywho. so, we use D6's, instead of D20's, because, frankly, we don't have that many D20's, and who cares, it's still statistically sound. So here's what happened in our last D&D adventure in the 40k realm... but to make it awesomer, I'm gunna put it in book format, then follow it up with a brief paragraph explaining what really happened. Take all this with a grain of salt, and a good dash of humor.
The valkyrie hurtled through space, its engines struggling to propel it to it's limits. Deep within the red glow of the interior, sat insertion team one. Lead by the somewhat nontraditional, sergeant wally wallace. Corporal Nickonator Player Hater, the vox operator and all around techie. Lance Corporal OJ The Jaw, demolitions expert. And Private Stanley The Manly.
"Receiving message from the Iron Tide Patching you through." said the Pilot.
"This Is Colonel Barret, Sergeant Wallace, there's been a change of plans. A civilian vessel is moving in on the Space Hulk. Those poor bastards have no idea the trouble they'll cause. Your new objective is to take those grubby hand ass wipes, and remove them from my damn Area of Operations. then proceed with your previous objective to rendezvous with team two deeper into the space hulk. understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now make it happen."
as soon as the transmission ended, the pilot crackled over the speakers "Sergeant, ETA 3 minutes."
The men all checked their equipment one last time, and sat impatiently, no one looking forward to the horrors that awaited them within the space hulk....
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alright so I've gotta go on a road trip now... but part two will have some action... I promise.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
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