2.08.2007
Introducing Jim The Rapist
"Good luck bossman. Maybe I see you later, or on the other side... or on the Other Side. Cheers." Stavos runs off to save his design plans and worker pals.
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Okay, two PCs is what we call consensus these days. You guys slam your beers, decide that finishing the adventure is a better option than getting in one minute of training before being killed, and retreat to the sewers.
At this point, let's stop to review a couple previous posts:
Thak, you guys designed a toilet, sure. You actually designed it in the middle of combat, retconning the design to try it during a previous break. But somehow you were already in the sewers when you presented the idea, blogrolling for combat, so no- the sewers weren't bricked up, because that makes no sense. You tried some pipes, made some adjustments, talked to Tut, and built a little toy prototype, let's say.
The Dustmen compound did not seem to suffer any 'cavein' from the gobot smashing down a doorway.
The little tin crown is actually a bad pun, tinny/tiny. It's about the exact size and shape as a Burger King crown like you'd get for having a miserable Whopper Jr-fuelled birthday party at the Central Square Burger King. Except it's dull grey tin.
Glad we cleared that up.
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Okay, you return to the realm of Ren the Rat King. You place the crown in his eager little paws. In a voice like butterscotch candy melting on your thigh through the hole in your pocket, he says:
"Hi guys. What's that noise? Anyway, great. I love it. Thanks for my crown." He puts on the crown and grins in glee.
"So Ren the King of Rats is not one to renig on a deal. We had a deal and we still do. Thanks a lot. Hey, you guys look pretty rough. Want to take a nap?"
I'm not even going to let you answer that one. You decline Ren's offer, in a gracious act of the DM storylining you out of certain doom. He tells you Rapist Jim waits downstairs, and opens a secret door.
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You head downstairs, into a rat lounge and tiki bar. Rather than enjoy the idyllic surroundings and a refreshing Mai Tai while listening to some fresh jazz, you continue through a passage, deeper into the nasty caverns underneath Twilos.
Finally, you reach what seems to be an underground lake. You're alone here- at least, no rats or rat kings in sight. There's a little bridge over part of the lake to a stone island, where you see a ramshackle hut and dock. A rowboat is docked here.
You see by the hut four figures- a dirty halfling and three massive pit ghouls, fishing for blind crawfish in the lake.
"Hullo there! I'm Jim. You must be those PCs Rennie tol me about," says the dirty halfling. He steps across the bridge and offers to shake your hands with his dirty little hand.
"So fuckin A. What's up. Ratboy sez you're wanting outta here. I might be able to do that. Any thoughts, comments, questions? What's the price o freedom to ya?"
Jim grins an ugly hobbit grin, and absent-mindedly picks his nose.
...
Okay, two PCs is what we call consensus these days. You guys slam your beers, decide that finishing the adventure is a better option than getting in one minute of training before being killed, and retreat to the sewers.
At this point, let's stop to review a couple previous posts:
Thak, you guys designed a toilet, sure. You actually designed it in the middle of combat, retconning the design to try it during a previous break. But somehow you were already in the sewers when you presented the idea, blogrolling for combat, so no- the sewers weren't bricked up, because that makes no sense. You tried some pipes, made some adjustments, talked to Tut, and built a little toy prototype, let's say.
The Dustmen compound did not seem to suffer any 'cavein' from the gobot smashing down a doorway.
The little tin crown is actually a bad pun, tinny/tiny. It's about the exact size and shape as a Burger King crown like you'd get for having a miserable Whopper Jr-fuelled birthday party at the Central Square Burger King. Except it's dull grey tin.
Glad we cleared that up.
...
Okay, you return to the realm of Ren the Rat King. You place the crown in his eager little paws. In a voice like butterscotch candy melting on your thigh through the hole in your pocket, he says:
"Hi guys. What's that noise? Anyway, great. I love it. Thanks for my crown." He puts on the crown and grins in glee.
"So Ren the King of Rats is not one to renig on a deal. We had a deal and we still do. Thanks a lot. Hey, you guys look pretty rough. Want to take a nap?"
I'm not even going to let you answer that one. You decline Ren's offer, in a gracious act of the DM storylining you out of certain doom. He tells you Rapist Jim waits downstairs, and opens a secret door.
...
You head downstairs, into a rat lounge and tiki bar. Rather than enjoy the idyllic surroundings and a refreshing Mai Tai while listening to some fresh jazz, you continue through a passage, deeper into the nasty caverns underneath Twilos.
Finally, you reach what seems to be an underground lake. You're alone here- at least, no rats or rat kings in sight. There's a little bridge over part of the lake to a stone island, where you see a ramshackle hut and dock. A rowboat is docked here.
You see by the hut four figures- a dirty halfling and three massive pit ghouls, fishing for blind crawfish in the lake.
"Hullo there! I'm Jim. You must be those PCs Rennie tol me about," says the dirty halfling. He steps across the bridge and offers to shake your hands with his dirty little hand.
"So fuckin A. What's up. Ratboy sez you're wanting outta here. I might be able to do that. Any thoughts, comments, questions? What's the price o freedom to ya?"
Jim grins an ugly hobbit grin, and absent-mindedly picks his nose.
Labels: burger king crown, gobot melody, naps = death okay?, rapist jim, stavos vanilli, tiki bar
