“My darling, what a world?” said the scavvy boss.
“Nice one Charlt, I do so hate eating my friends.” said the scaly.
“I know, I know, it has been a real blessing getting that settlement.” said Chalt, the boss.
“How many times have you eaten your fill sir?” said the mutated three arms sharpshooter.
“Oh, I try not to eat too much, just the clothes.” said the ghoulish scavvy boss.
“Oh, dear, I have finished my pizza. It is so good, and the people barely scream at me” said the sharpshooter, putting away the box.
“Tomorrow it looks like we are going to have to fight off them, cause of the capture one.”
“Oh” said the young scavvy, eating her chicken wings.
“Well do not worry, we just hired that scum again.” said the boss Charlt.
“Wow, he was so charming, how does he survive?” said the young scavvy called Markus.
“He survives because he has no friends, I think.” said the scavvy boss, Charlt.
Watching in the background the scum, walked away, cursing under his breath. These people did not understand him. These people hated him. He did have friends, all over the hive. But really this stinking job is all he could get. He clenched his fists. Punched an old fern, and kick a rat down the street. As he walked along, he took one shot with his autopistol, muscly arms held taught. The crow flew away. He cursed and went to the camp again. Towering was the hive around him.
“I know you are listening.” said a deep voice.
“Hello master.” said the Redemptionist leader.
“I am a genstealer, hybrid. You understand me. We will send you the supplies”
“Ok, for vengeance. Bitter milk of the world. Thank you all the Gods.” the leader said.
“Have you seen a marine around down here?” said the hybrid, hiding his face.
“No. There was rumours of a huge monster out there.” bowing low the redemptionist gave in and drunk the water. He was thirsty anyway. Desperately thirsty.
“Hurry up, my turn.” said the Deacon.
“Take it all.” said the hybrid, and disappeared.
“Gods be praised.” exalted the leader. “Tell no one Deacon Alota.”
“Yes, master of my gang.” said the Deacon taking an offered cup.
“Firing line open.” said the Orrus.
“Second wave coming.” said the other Orrus.
“Fire at will.” said the Yeld above.
Gunfire and charging gang members came over the top of the tower and down. Round into the funnel.
“Into the gap they come.” said the Yeld.
“This for a pittance from uphive.” said the worker ex-employee of mid-hive.
“It is good hunting.” said the first Orrus, tiring.
“Bottle soon, we have nearly taken them down a bit.” said the Yeld.
“Mission will be achieved soon anyway.” and the first Orrus went down as they left, dragging his body, riddled like worms and ticks with autopistol rounds.
“Praise the sanctum” said the One-Eyed Dreamer.
“Praise the sanctum. We have seen.” chanted the shaman.
“We have trained and we are powerful.” said the ratskin gang member.
“Praise the powers.” said the One-Eyed Dreamer.
“We have our weapons.” said the whole gang in a chant.
A hour later, they ate the fat rats they had trained on and hunted, after the gang fight, with their new weaponry.
This outlanders campaign stretched into the summer. And the winter. It was mostly played remotely and it was very tiring on some of the ‘rules lawyers’ amongst the players. Some people thought the Outlanders edition was wrong or unbalanced. I explained that really it was balanced enough and you just had to play harder or more strategically. Or simply get lucky. And really with the dice involved it does not have to be exactly balanced. And in the end they send me a little line to describe their game afterwards. In character, usually that of their gang leader or top ganger.
These accounts are obviously fun to read, not just the scores. And double checking everything is important. And really the greatest moment was when the scavvy boss uncovered the genestealer plot because of what I had send the players. And it the end we played some genstealers versus the scavvies who were quite powerful like Space Hulk. And it was great fun.
This is what the scavvy boss or should I say player’s favourite gang member was. A character we put into the campaign later, in the final battle for surviving and telling them to bottle out after the genstealer fight.
Scavvy M4 WS4 BS5 S3 T3 W2 I3 LD7 True Grit
Equipment: Stubgun, Knife, Autogun, Maul and Blade Venom
“Nice one Charlt, I do so hate eating my friends.” said the scaly.
“I know, I know, it has been a real blessing getting that settlement.” said Chalt, the boss.
“How many times have you eaten your fill sir?” said the mutated three arms sharpshooter.
“Oh, I try not to eat too much, just the clothes.” said the ghoulish scavvy boss.
“Oh, dear, I have finished my pizza. It is so good, and the people barely scream at me” said the sharpshooter, putting away the box.
“Tomorrow it looks like we are going to have to fight off them, cause of the capture one.”
“Oh” said the young scavvy, eating her chicken wings.
“Well do not worry, we just hired that scum again.” said the boss Charlt.
“Wow, he was so charming, how does he survive?” said the young scavvy called Markus.
“He survives because he has no friends, I think.” said the scavvy boss, Charlt.
Watching in the background the scum, walked away, cursing under his breath. These people did not understand him. These people hated him. He did have friends, all over the hive. But really this stinking job is all he could get. He clenched his fists. Punched an old fern, and kick a rat down the street. As he walked along, he took one shot with his autopistol, muscly arms held taught. The crow flew away. He cursed and went to the camp again. Towering was the hive around him.
“I know you are listening.” said a deep voice.
“Hello master.” said the Redemptionist leader.
“I am a genstealer, hybrid. You understand me. We will send you the supplies”
“Ok, for vengeance. Bitter milk of the world. Thank you all the Gods.” the leader said.
“Have you seen a marine around down here?” said the hybrid, hiding his face.
“No. There was rumours of a huge monster out there.” bowing low the redemptionist gave in and drunk the water. He was thirsty anyway. Desperately thirsty.
“Hurry up, my turn.” said the Deacon.
“Take it all.” said the hybrid, and disappeared.
“Gods be praised.” exalted the leader. “Tell no one Deacon Alota.”
“Yes, master of my gang.” said the Deacon taking an offered cup.
“Firing line open.” said the Orrus.
“Second wave coming.” said the other Orrus.
“Fire at will.” said the Yeld above.
Gunfire and charging gang members came over the top of the tower and down. Round into the funnel.
“Into the gap they come.” said the Yeld.
“This for a pittance from uphive.” said the worker ex-employee of mid-hive.
“It is good hunting.” said the first Orrus, tiring.
“Bottle soon, we have nearly taken them down a bit.” said the Yeld.
“Mission will be achieved soon anyway.” and the first Orrus went down as they left, dragging his body, riddled like worms and ticks with autopistol rounds.
“Praise the sanctum” said the One-Eyed Dreamer.
“Praise the sanctum. We have seen.” chanted the shaman.
“We have trained and we are powerful.” said the ratskin gang member.
“Praise the powers.” said the One-Eyed Dreamer.
“We have our weapons.” said the whole gang in a chant.
A hour later, they ate the fat rats they had trained on and hunted, after the gang fight, with their new weaponry.
This outlanders campaign stretched into the summer. And the winter. It was mostly played remotely and it was very tiring on some of the ‘rules lawyers’ amongst the players. Some people thought the Outlanders edition was wrong or unbalanced. I explained that really it was balanced enough and you just had to play harder or more strategically. Or simply get lucky. And really with the dice involved it does not have to be exactly balanced. And in the end they send me a little line to describe their game afterwards. In character, usually that of their gang leader or top ganger.
These accounts are obviously fun to read, not just the scores. And double checking everything is important. And really the greatest moment was when the scavvy boss uncovered the genestealer plot because of what I had send the players. And it the end we played some genstealers versus the scavvies who were quite powerful like Space Hulk. And it was great fun.
This is what the scavvy boss or should I say player’s favourite gang member was. A character we put into the campaign later, in the final battle for surviving and telling them to bottle out after the genstealer fight.
Scavvy M4 WS4 BS5 S3 T3 W2 I3 LD7 True Grit
Equipment: Stubgun, Knife, Autogun, Maul and Blade Venom