Re: [DL] Session Recap

["Ronald Conner" <marshalron@hotmail.com>]

I'm just wondering what other people think about this.  Some feedback would 
be nice.  I know most of you have nothing better to do than critique my 
player's work.  Any questions, comments, flames?  Lets try to liven the list 
up a bit.

Ron C

>Damn enter key.  That last empty post was supposed to be this.  I managed 
>to
>get a member of my posse to write a session recap in character.  It was
>supriseingly good.  Here it is, uncut and crystal meth, I mean pure.
>
>Ron C
>
>A day in the life of Jimbo Jones...GunBunny extroardenaire and really 
>pissed
>off undead guy
>
>
>
>Waking up from a dirt nap isn't very pleasant, especially when you have to
>crawl your way out of the grave.
>Well....I had quite a bit of time to think about what I wanted to do when I
>got out. The only thing I could
>think of....shoot somebody. A lot of somebodies. Well, now I'm just gonna
>skip to the good part. Turns out
>there's a man running around killing law men. I don't take kindly to that.
>Turns out there's a funny looking
>asian guy trying to do the same thing. We hook up to take out this Rex guy
>and his gang...and that's it...after
>that I may just shoot the guy for being a gook. We start on down the trail
>tracking down a lead the gook got
>earlier. A short walk later, we find ourselves in front of this big 
>smelting
>factory. It's big, it's dark, and
>it probly has people I can shoot. We start going in the front door when all
>of a sudden, this group of drunken
>rabble starts up after us. I didn't think nothing of the bastards untill
>they started pulling. Boy do I love it
>when people try to draw, it makes my day that much more interesting. I pull
>out one of my trusty peacemakers and
>start popping off at the newcomers. I don't need to say anything 'bout my
>skills. Lets just call it the luck o'
>the draw. I fire off my first two bullets into the first guy's head. Don't
>kill em, just wound him enough to make
>him think. Then I fire off two more bullets at two different guys, both in
>the head. Damn if they just don't die
>right there, but it's not necessary. All of a sudden, I just get this urge
>to talk things out with 'em. So, I just
>say in a nice and calm voice: "If you're gonna shoot, you might as well hit
>me, cause it's gonna be all over soon."
>Did I mention the bullets whizzing by me? Sorry, but I didn't really think
>it important to mention that they couldn't
>hit the broadside of a barn. Four of them chickened out an skiddaddled. 
>This
>just compounds the anger I'm feelin. With
>Four running, that means six people actually thought they could take me.
>They though for one minute that they could
>possibly have a snowball's chance in hell to beat me. Well, I never claimed
>they were bright. I fire off two more
>bullets to the heads of two more unfortunate souls. I'm outta bullets and
>quite lazy. It's a tough decision between
>dropping the current gun and drawing another one, or just running over 
>there
>and beating the everliving tar outta those
>lillies. That damn urge kicks in again and I tell them flat out with my 
>nice
>calm voice that death is here. They decide
>to vamoose then, smarter than the average drunken rabble I would say. My
>happy go lucky asian sidekick has done nothing
>but soak up those bullets while I have to do all the hard work around here.
>I might just shoot him soon, he's not doing
>what he's supposed to be good at, all that kicking and punching and 
>flipping
>and hollering. To make a long story not so
>long, we decide to go into the factory in the back side...and end up 
>finding
>a big ol' honking armored pit fighter.
>I take one look at him...and pop off two shots straight into his beady
>little eyes. One seriously aggravating thing about
>this guy is the fact that he is wearing armor. The bullets fly towards 
>their
>target, only to be thwarted by that damnable
>armor. He grabs me with a big ol' steam pincer and starts to squeeze and
>bash the hell outta me. Meanwhile, the stupid
>gook has his hands down his pants trying to find the courage to fight the
>ugly brute. Then this really odd thing happens.
>The dude's arms start to glow....and then he gets smacked a good one from
>the stupid ape holding me. I break free of the
>grip after being tossed around like a cheap whore and manage to pop off a
>couple more shots at his goggle things. Well, I
>guess fate was with me, cause those things popped off and I managed to nail
>him in the eye right quick. My short little
>asian pal decides to play nice with the big dude and sweeps it off it's
>feet. I take the time to fire two shots off at the
>big guy's unarmored crotch. Strangely enough, with two bullets, one hits 
>him
>in the leg with minor flesh damage....the
>other one pops up and hits it in the head. Guess this guy's got some sorta
>magnet in his head armor. Well, I've gotta
>go, the big dude is getting back up, and the asian dude sure isn't gonna do
>anything.....I've got a shotgun he can suck
>on after this is over. Back to the shooting....where the real fun is. Oh,
>note to self, pick up another pair of guns....
>I'm feeling a little underarmed...7 just ain't enough to get into real
>trouble.
>
>
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