[HOE] RE: Content Ideas

[Michael Cone <mkcone@yahoo.com>]

Hmm...

Gears turn, turn...



Hey! Why do I smell smoke?!?



The Lonely Man: Somewhere between the ruins of
Lordsburg and the armed camp of Paseo Verde is the
solitary campsite retreat of Officer Patrick Chalmers.
Officer Chalmers was once a Phoenix street cop before
the Last War. Now he is a myth, the stuff of fireside
tales. Chalmers has a whopper of a problem; he can't
keep a partner to save his life. (Or their life,
really) Two gunslingers, three soldiers, a junker
chemist, and a lovely member of the cult of Doom have
all tried to strike up a friendship with our lonely
hero and all have paid the price. Each one of them
have wound up dead, usually in bizarre accidents. A
local witch thinks there is something supernatural
about Patrick's empty social life; can your posse
track down this laconic individual, get him to talk
and rid him of his curse?

Zombie Shots- Professor Razor, the resident brewmaster
and bonesetter for Horseshoe Lake has come up with a
wild plan. Using his satsh of collected equipment, the
Prof wants several hardy souls to undergo some slight
alterations and journey across the Mighty Mississippi
to get an idea on what is going on. The equpiment is
top-notch(with a little work), the Prof is a stand-up
guy (when he's not field-testing his latest batch) and
he swears that his camoflague idea will work. Just
hold still while he sticks you with this vetrinary
needle. He swears the transformation is only cosmetic
and is easily reversible. Better make sure nobody else
sees you looking like the walkin' dead; somebody will
take it personal...

Pink Lily's- Every waster, male or female, good
lookin' or stop-a-clock ugly gets lonely from time to
time. The lucky ones find that Right someone to spend
a little quality time with. Unlucky folks wind up at
Pink Lily's, a sporting house unlike anywhere else in
the Wasted West. Located in the outlying ruins of
Dallas in a large suburban roadside mall, Pink Lily's
swears that no waster will ever go away unhappy.
Repeat customers line up around the buildings and Law
Dogs have no record of any violence from any customer
after a visit. Folks looking for some attention are
brought inside, brought a small drink of water and
asked what they are looking for and how much they can
pay. Once a ride is decided on, the customer is taken
to one of the small back rooms, given a clean cot to
rest on and told that their companion will be right
in. The only other object in the room is a small
ceramic pot holding a stunted green shoot with several
light-reddish three-petaled blooms. Male, female,
undecided or Doomsayer, nobody has any complaints
about the service at Pink Lily's. Matter of fact, some
caravans have started taking shipments of those cute
little flowers out west. Looks like one may be opening
up in your neighborhood, soon. Real soon.

Rubbin' Juice- A scar-ridden waster named Feral comes
running into town hauling a large cage with several of
the creepiest spiders ever seen contained within.
Feral claims that the venom from a spiderbite
counteracts the effects of radiation for up to
twenty-four hours. Feral has to demonstrate on himself
but in the end convinces a few locals to purchase one
of these wonderful (but damn ugly) creatures. And they
do seem to work as advertised. One bite allows a
waster to avoid radiation sickness, harmful rays from
a Radstorm, even prevent mutations from a Ghost Storm.
That queasiness, doubled vision and hot flashes will
pass right quick, Feral said so. P.S.- Don't let the
critter nip you more than once every few days or so,
it could be bad. Like a severe skin reaction along the
lines of Galloping Leprosy...

Carlston Heights- Before the War, Carlston Heights was
a posh, well-to-do suburb nestled high in the
mountains north of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Some ten
years after the bombs dropped, a trader’s wagon
discovered the suburb was now at the bottom of a
medium –sized lake! Only the tops of a few of the
taller buildings can be seen. The water is gradually
trickling away towards the city ruins down south. Some
folks are wondering what kind of salvage might be
left. Some folks have also wondered where all those
webbed-toed foot prints are coming from.


Enjoy!

Mike

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