Mv 4 Ws 5 Bs 4 Str 3 Tou 4 Wou 2 Int 3 Att 2 Ld 8 Av 6+
Skills: Sneak Up, True Grit, Fast Shot
Equipment:
Disguises (magnetised cloak). Very hard to see or spot in a crowd. -1 to hit within 2 inches of another gang member.
Cosh (small blunt stick). -1 armour to the enemy armour in melee. No other bonus in melee. Concealable like concealed blade rules. See Community Edition.
Stub gun (reloadable small weapon like a magnum). Standard rules.
Digital Heartclock (bionic). Heart has small adjuster which purges toxins. Such as tox bomb and toxic gases.
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So I fighting a long campaign with a character myself rather than playing my usual role as an Arbitrator. When suddenly my friend had a heart palpitation. He had a minor stroke he thought it was really just from fatty foods and alcohol. I felt very sick and started smoking cigarettes afterwards. I did this for time then vaped for a while. This is really one of the many addictions and I have discovered yes fast or fatty foods are addictive (he liked a curry) and liked to drink a few beers every few days really. After waiting around for the ambulance I decided that I would not want to end up so sick and wrote up these rules to encourage people to want to be a little more careful with food and addiction. I still smoke a little sometimes but try and get fresh air if I do and eat apples and drink coffee. It is very bad for your teeth! Here is some background of how the campaign went with one of my old gangs leaders coming back at about 120 credits, the same price as a heavy stubber! I thought that sounded fair. We had all experienced losses to heavy stubbers and the heart attack or palpitation was caused by me knocking over his nicely painted heavy stubber goliath heavy.
Background:
In the lower parts of Delta Seven point Seven, in the old forgotten wastelands that had very little good territory or that is what all the gang lords or leaders thought at the time. There was a rise of hatred towards the few gangs that had hired both pit slaves and wyrds, such as beastmasters with millasaurs. This was so very difficult that people grew annoyed that they never seemed to get in trouble. With the Enforcers, occupied it was very hard indeed to make people go back to bed.
Fighting would go through all the summer, heat would get to people and sometimes the terrain from falling debris from the upperhive would get to much. Girders would fall down, cranes would fall down, a whole mess of ash and storms would pick up. Yet few ventured out.
The holestead was busy, and some people or gang members, with their crew running the territories were sick and tired of listening to the Friendly Doc talking to their allies. Yammering on and on about some apocalyptic event. It was never going to happen and they made a special bet during one of the gang fights that whoever killed or took the Friendly Doc would be the greatest.
Then a Ratskin gang arrived, they hired an old weirdo who had been lost out in the winter, they paid him a lot and he poisoned peoples minds before he arrived. He helped them through the first few fights and the ratskins gains experience. Then he left. The few ratskins exploited the terrain and the bad weather to escape into the pits of slag in the night. They rejoiced.
Very few times in their lives had the gangs wanted to kill and destroy a gang as much as this Ratskin gang. So they took to hunting them and quickly they gained a reputation for mocking and taunting their enemies. Soon an old goliath gang retired and came back with a poster. They were set to leave put up a poster of the Redemption.
A Cawdor, mostly female gang arrived and took notes of what was happening, they had hired two scummers and they were looking for a break in the wind. They were sick of the injuries and one night their was flooding which lost their friends in the other gangs, new friends though they were, huge amounts of money in their gambling den. The ratskin gang had taken it and injured both the leader and Francina the main champion of the gang, a beautiful juve.
This lead to a argument between the Orlock gang in the area and this hard fighting Escher gang. Violence broke out and they fought over territory. The wealthy Orlock gang brought in this old ticker timebomb of a Gang Lord, he charged in and killed the Escher's heavy who had a great flamer. The flamer detonated and this hired short stocky goliath left. The Redemption took note and arrived to deal with the threats as they saw them.
They light barrels and two months later. There was a showdown between the Ratskin gang, now wealthy and the Redemptionist gang. It was a huge fight with a massive area. The servo net picked it up live for the people in the holesteads and settlements. Arguments went back and forth and the night decended.
No one could sleep that night. And the Escher came with word to the Orlocks at the Sump pit. The sump dragged all the sewage from drinking into a huge gap between the domes of the Underhive. And after explaining their was no clear victor the Orlocks jeered and this single employable Gang Lord broke from the shadows and screamed
"Shoot out, let's go, losers, you cannot protect your own metal slug head pistols, bang bang, bullet in yours!"
The Escher equipped their spare pistols and las fire broke the back of the Iron House.
Two years later. The dust from the hive above crashed down and various Ratskin gangs recovered as much as they could from the over running slag pit that had drowned them all. Save the few who had left that night. That fateful last night. The Red Queens, the Escher gang, certainly did.
Signing Out
Skills: Sneak Up, True Grit, Fast Shot
Equipment:
Disguises (magnetised cloak). Very hard to see or spot in a crowd. -1 to hit within 2 inches of another gang member.
Cosh (small blunt stick). -1 armour to the enemy armour in melee. No other bonus in melee. Concealable like concealed blade rules. See Community Edition.
Stub gun (reloadable small weapon like a magnum). Standard rules.
Digital Heartclock (bionic). Heart has small adjuster which purges toxins. Such as tox bomb and toxic gases.
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So I fighting a long campaign with a character myself rather than playing my usual role as an Arbitrator. When suddenly my friend had a heart palpitation. He had a minor stroke he thought it was really just from fatty foods and alcohol. I felt very sick and started smoking cigarettes afterwards. I did this for time then vaped for a while. This is really one of the many addictions and I have discovered yes fast or fatty foods are addictive (he liked a curry) and liked to drink a few beers every few days really. After waiting around for the ambulance I decided that I would not want to end up so sick and wrote up these rules to encourage people to want to be a little more careful with food and addiction. I still smoke a little sometimes but try and get fresh air if I do and eat apples and drink coffee. It is very bad for your teeth! Here is some background of how the campaign went with one of my old gangs leaders coming back at about 120 credits, the same price as a heavy stubber! I thought that sounded fair. We had all experienced losses to heavy stubbers and the heart attack or palpitation was caused by me knocking over his nicely painted heavy stubber goliath heavy.
Background:
In the lower parts of Delta Seven point Seven, in the old forgotten wastelands that had very little good territory or that is what all the gang lords or leaders thought at the time. There was a rise of hatred towards the few gangs that had hired both pit slaves and wyrds, such as beastmasters with millasaurs. This was so very difficult that people grew annoyed that they never seemed to get in trouble. With the Enforcers, occupied it was very hard indeed to make people go back to bed.
Fighting would go through all the summer, heat would get to people and sometimes the terrain from falling debris from the upperhive would get to much. Girders would fall down, cranes would fall down, a whole mess of ash and storms would pick up. Yet few ventured out.
The holestead was busy, and some people or gang members, with their crew running the territories were sick and tired of listening to the Friendly Doc talking to their allies. Yammering on and on about some apocalyptic event. It was never going to happen and they made a special bet during one of the gang fights that whoever killed or took the Friendly Doc would be the greatest.
Then a Ratskin gang arrived, they hired an old weirdo who had been lost out in the winter, they paid him a lot and he poisoned peoples minds before he arrived. He helped them through the first few fights and the ratskins gains experience. Then he left. The few ratskins exploited the terrain and the bad weather to escape into the pits of slag in the night. They rejoiced.
Very few times in their lives had the gangs wanted to kill and destroy a gang as much as this Ratskin gang. So they took to hunting them and quickly they gained a reputation for mocking and taunting their enemies. Soon an old goliath gang retired and came back with a poster. They were set to leave put up a poster of the Redemption.
A Cawdor, mostly female gang arrived and took notes of what was happening, they had hired two scummers and they were looking for a break in the wind. They were sick of the injuries and one night their was flooding which lost their friends in the other gangs, new friends though they were, huge amounts of money in their gambling den. The ratskin gang had taken it and injured both the leader and Francina the main champion of the gang, a beautiful juve.
This lead to a argument between the Orlock gang in the area and this hard fighting Escher gang. Violence broke out and they fought over territory. The wealthy Orlock gang brought in this old ticker timebomb of a Gang Lord, he charged in and killed the Escher's heavy who had a great flamer. The flamer detonated and this hired short stocky goliath left. The Redemption took note and arrived to deal with the threats as they saw them.
They light barrels and two months later. There was a showdown between the Ratskin gang, now wealthy and the Redemptionist gang. It was a huge fight with a massive area. The servo net picked it up live for the people in the holesteads and settlements. Arguments went back and forth and the night decended.
No one could sleep that night. And the Escher came with word to the Orlocks at the Sump pit. The sump dragged all the sewage from drinking into a huge gap between the domes of the Underhive. And after explaining their was no clear victor the Orlocks jeered and this single employable Gang Lord broke from the shadows and screamed
"Shoot out, let's go, losers, you cannot protect your own metal slug head pistols, bang bang, bullet in yours!"
The Escher equipped their spare pistols and las fire broke the back of the Iron House.
Two years later. The dust from the hive above crashed down and various Ratskin gangs recovered as much as they could from the over running slag pit that had drowned them all. Save the few who had left that night. That fateful last night. The Red Queens, the Escher gang, certainly did.
Signing Out
