[HOE] Tale from Biosphere 2 (SPOILERS)

[mosiondz@shaw.ca]

Just thought I'd share a classic Deadlands moment from the Biosphere 2 
adventure (from one of the Epitath mags). If you haven't played it and 
you think your Marshal might run it, don't read any further!

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The Posse consisted of a Templar, a Psyker, a Junker, a Psyker, and an 
ornery old war vet field medic with his ornery old dog.  They had just 
escaped from the Biosphere 2 facility after blowing it all to hell, and 
they had the scientest from the facility with them.  As a reminder, the 
scientist from the facility was forcibly creating harrowed, cutting off 
their heads and using the heads as "spirit fertilizer" to grow his 
vegetables.

Old Vet: You bastard!  You wuz goin' to kill us and use us as 
fertilizer! (draws his gun)  I'm gonna...

Psyker: Wait... you can't just kill him in cold blood.

Scientist: Indeed, I had the best of intentions in mind!  Just think!  
I could've created enough food to feed the starving west!

Templar: At the cost of how many lives?

Scientist: These are desperate times!  We must often sacrifice the 
needs of the few to help the many.

Templar: I don't buy it.  You were murdering people to further your 
experiments.  It's as simple as that.

Psyker: Then let's take him to the people that he was selling the food 
to.  Let them decide how to handle him.

Junker: But he tried to kill us!  Besides, we are really low on food 
and water.  We'd have to ration out pretty thin to keep him with us 
until we reach the next town.  Especially since our vehicle is 
wrecked...

Psyker: Well, let's get going then.  I'd rather not just kill him 
outright.

Old Vet: (looking at wounds on the scientist) Hey, it looks like you've 
been hurt.  

Scientist: (looks at the Old Vet)  Uh...

Old Vet: Don't worry, I'm a doctor...

Scientist: Uhm... okay.

(The Old Vet comes up behind the Scientest and starts looking at his 
wounds.  Abruptly the Old Vet pulls out his pistol, puts the gun to the 
Scientist's head, and pulls the trigger. *BANG*)

(Stunned silence.)

Old Vet: (spits on the corpse)  He had it comin'... and we don't have 
to worry about what to do with 'im now...

(The Old Vet walks off with his dog following behind him...)
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