RE: [DL] Gettting a player dead

["Clint Black" <cblack@ohtinc.com>]

>I'm not looking to punish him. But that damned blessed is
night-invulnerable
>and not scared of anything. I'm looking to find a few angles to use to put
>the fear of god (hehehe) back in him.

>Horror loses it's touch when you got a Catholic superhero running roughshod
>over your evil minons and forces of evil.


I heard your problem when you pulled up.  You've got your game set to "evil"
instead of "EVIL."

All of this players abilities are based off combat, protection of himself
and damaging the bad guys.  Think of the ultimate Catholic versus Evil
horror movie, and then in the ultimate Deadlands tradition take it to the
extreme.  <EVIL grin>

Bring them to a town where he runs into a child that is possessed by a
manitou ("The Exorcist."  A miracle your combat machine did not take).  The
manitou only reveals itself to the Blessed.  Mocking him when they are
alone.  Saying things like:

"The child's soul is still in here with me.  It's so sweet and innocent.
I'm going to enjoy showing her all of darkness and despair of Hell.  And
there's nothing you can do about it."

Or even better (or worse), the thing frees the child momentarily to beg for
help.

"Please help me.  I want my mommy and daddy.  I want to go home.  I don't
want to do these things anymore."

What does your Blessed do?  It can't reveal the child as possessed (didn't
take that miracle either).  If he tries to tell people the child is
possessed, the manitou inside counters with...

"He said he was going to tell people that unless I touched him in a bad
place.  He's a bad man."

If he later ends up alone with the possessed girl again, have the manitou
smile and say, "I was hoping for this opportunity."  Then pull out a small
knife and (still grinning like a madman) cut herself slowly across the arm.
The manitou then drops the knife at the Blessed's feet and runs into the
street screaming, "Help!  Help!  The bad man tried to hurt me!"

Let's see how invulnerable Mr. Catholic Superhero is now.

BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!


Clint Black

"You smell that? Do you smell that? ...Ghost Rock, son. Nothing else in the
world smells like that. I love the smell of ghost rock in the morning. You
know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over
I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' Yank body. The
smell, you know that sulphurous smell, the whole hill. Smelled like...
victory. Someday this war's gonna end..."