This has been a hectic summer, with members and material scattered over multiple states. However, we are hoping to get back to gaming in earnest this fall and possibly introduce a few new players.
Role playing game set in the aftermath of the downfall and conquest of America, following the paths of one partisan band as they regroup in the forests and hollows of the Appalachian Mountains. Game rules created by Mike Singleton, a US Army officer and Iraq War veteran.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
007: Dress Rehersal
8th of September, 2000
Kate:
I had to kill four men yesterday, but apart from that I really did just fine.
Jimmy sent me to these run-down storage sheds near Dunnet. They were supposed to be abandoned, but we were pretty sure that someone was cooking amphetamines in the area and keeping their more volatile supplies there.
First trip there and back went without a cinch. The second trip was different, I was accosted by four rough-looking men accusing me of being a thief and/or trespasser (I was) and claiming to be the police and/or property owners (they weren't).
First I tried to talk my way out of it. I said that my grandfather owned the land and I was just checking it for him, and I didn't want any trouble. They just became more aggressive, and their leader said they were going to have to "teach me a lesson."
They started coming at me, one brandishing a shotgun, one with a pistol and two with knives. I emptied my S&W 1911's magazine into the two gunmen. The other two tried to get close enough to stab me, so I dodged their blades and likewise shot them down. After that I took my hatchet and finished them off. Didn't really want to, but I couldn't leave any witnesses.
It's hardly the first time I've ever killed anyone, and I can't say I regret doing it, but I made quite a mess up there. It would be rather bad if the authorities linked it to us, wouldn't it? Here's hoping that doesn't happen.
In addition to 150 kilograms of raw material, my spoils of war were as follows:
1 Taurus PT-92, 9mm
Pistol Clips, low load
1 Browning A-Bolt Stalker, 12 gauge
Bandolier, tight load
2 Decent hunting knives
23 US Dollars (near useless)
16 Euros (a bit less useless)
Ration cards (probably not a good idea to eat off the EBT of someone you just killed)
A bottle of decent-quality moonshine
50 grams of high-quality methamphetamine
[GM note: the dice seem to have it in for Kate, but so far she's been able to handle it just fine. However, right now I'd consider her a fugitive from both International Law and the Law of Averages, so we'll see how long her luck holds out.]
Jimmy:
Kate did fine; meth-head murders ain't exactly uncommon these days andterrorism fighting for our freedom is all but impossible to differentiate from market-garden crime in the early phases. I don't think she blew our cover.
We spread across the county in search of bomb-making material, bringing back 910 kilos without much further trouble. It's been a hard night for Caleb, Steve and I, but we've finished the most difficult parts and we're pretty sure we can produce a decent explosives loadout without blowing ourselves to bits. Most of it's pretty tame stuff: fertilizer-based explosives, other secondary explosives, and gunpowder. We did get quite a bit of Hydrogen Peroxide/Organic Fuel Mixtures, but we're going to be very careful with that.
Tomorrow we'll visit the Henderson gang in the quarry. If it ain't an ambush we'll evaluate each other's strengths and weaknesses and discuss the strategy for our coming raid. Maria will take point on the mission, as Kate and us boys are still exhausted from our exertions during and after all the stealing.
[GM: I was rather surprised that Maria made the best thief. As a member of the paramilitary class, she had among the highest stats for infiltration and crime, allowing her to get in easily and find the best types of material for our uses.]
9th of September, 2000
Maria:
Doug Henderson has nice little band of zombies.
Had five top lieutenants present that were reasonably well-equipped. Better equipped than us in fact: AKMs with 75-drum magazines, military-grade body armour, grenades, sidearms...
His seven "sergeants" were also well off: one had WWII-vintage Gewehr 43 and a few more had SKS's (these may have been Chinese Type 63/68 rifles), the rest had semi-automatic AR-15s and Ruger Mini-14s. I am not sure how well they they can actually handle them.
Below that are some men, seven total, armed with combat shotguns and apparently-homemade submachine guns. Decent firepower at close range, but I do question their reliability.
His five "snipers" carry hunting and surplus bolt-action rifles of various types, many without benefit of scopes. I suppose they will come in handy keeping heads downs.
They'll be bringing two trucks and eight mules with them. The latter is necessary, as unguarded paths into Rails Gorge are few and can only be traveled by foot and hoof.
Steve:
Doug has someone working at the Lewisburg Yard who sent manifests for three trains that we might be interested in, a small train (one squad) heading to a Chinese-run coal mine in West Virginia, a mid-sized train (two squads) to a Russian helicopter base in Maryland, and large train (three squads) to a French garrison in North Carolina. We were told that the quality of the troops was about equal, so we picked the middle one.
They picked an area where we'll only need to take out two bunkers before moving on to the train. I and Maria will take most of the Henderson Men to simultaneously attack the bunkers and then move on to the train. Jimmy will lead a small force to sneak into the gorge, wreck the rails in front of and behind the train, and prevent the train guards from getting out or any help from getting in. Kate will command the snipers on the ridges and Caleb stays with the mounts and acts as our reserve. We'll only have an hour between our first shots being fired and choppers arriving on scene, so we'll have to move fast, but I think it can be done and possibly without casualties.
We have until the 13th to be ready.
Kate:
There's one more thing to add: Doug was very worried about a triple-murder of his "associates" in Dunnet a few days ago. Whoever did it used a .45, possibly with a silencer, and a small ax of some kind. Pincher County Sheriff's office is worried. They feel like it was the work of a professional killer, he does too, and he wants to know if we have any idea of who might be responsible.
Um, no. Of course we don't.
Kate:
I had to kill four men yesterday, but apart from that I really did just fine.
Jimmy sent me to these run-down storage sheds near Dunnet. They were supposed to be abandoned, but we were pretty sure that someone was cooking amphetamines in the area and keeping their more volatile supplies there.
First trip there and back went without a cinch. The second trip was different, I was accosted by four rough-looking men accusing me of being a thief and/or trespasser (I was) and claiming to be the police and/or property owners (they weren't).
First I tried to talk my way out of it. I said that my grandfather owned the land and I was just checking it for him, and I didn't want any trouble. They just became more aggressive, and their leader said they were going to have to "teach me a lesson."
They started coming at me, one brandishing a shotgun, one with a pistol and two with knives. I emptied my S&W 1911's magazine into the two gunmen. The other two tried to get close enough to stab me, so I dodged their blades and likewise shot them down. After that I took my hatchet and finished them off. Didn't really want to, but I couldn't leave any witnesses.
It's hardly the first time I've ever killed anyone, and I can't say I regret doing it, but I made quite a mess up there. It would be rather bad if the authorities linked it to us, wouldn't it? Here's hoping that doesn't happen.
In addition to 150 kilograms of raw material, my spoils of war were as follows:
1 Taurus PT-92, 9mm
Pistol Clips, low load
1 Browning A-Bolt Stalker, 12 gauge
Bandolier, tight load
2 Decent hunting knives
23 US Dollars (near useless)
16 Euros (a bit less useless)
Ration cards (probably not a good idea to eat off the EBT of someone you just killed)
A bottle of decent-quality moonshine
50 grams of high-quality methamphetamine
[GM note: the dice seem to have it in for Kate, but so far she's been able to handle it just fine. However, right now I'd consider her a fugitive from both International Law and the Law of Averages, so we'll see how long her luck holds out.]
Jimmy:
Kate did fine; meth-head murders ain't exactly uncommon these days and
We spread across the county in search of bomb-making material, bringing back 910 kilos without much further trouble. It's been a hard night for Caleb, Steve and I, but we've finished the most difficult parts and we're pretty sure we can produce a decent explosives loadout without blowing ourselves to bits. Most of it's pretty tame stuff: fertilizer-based explosives, other secondary explosives, and gunpowder. We did get quite a bit of Hydrogen Peroxide/Organic Fuel Mixtures, but we're going to be very careful with that.
Tomorrow we'll visit the Henderson gang in the quarry. If it ain't an ambush we'll evaluate each other's strengths and weaknesses and discuss the strategy for our coming raid. Maria will take point on the mission, as Kate and us boys are still exhausted from our exertions during and after all the stealing.
[GM: I was rather surprised that Maria made the best thief. As a member of the paramilitary class, she had among the highest stats for infiltration and crime, allowing her to get in easily and find the best types of material for our uses.]
9th of September, 2000
Maria:
Doug Henderson has nice little band of zombies.
Had five top lieutenants present that were reasonably well-equipped. Better equipped than us in fact: AKMs with 75-drum magazines, military-grade body armour, grenades, sidearms...
His seven "sergeants" were also well off: one had WWII-vintage Gewehr 43 and a few more had SKS's (these may have been Chinese Type 63/68 rifles), the rest had semi-automatic AR-15s and Ruger Mini-14s. I am not sure how well they they can actually handle them.
Below that are some men, seven total, armed with combat shotguns and apparently-homemade submachine guns. Decent firepower at close range, but I do question their reliability.
His five "snipers" carry hunting and surplus bolt-action rifles of various types, many without benefit of scopes. I suppose they will come in handy keeping heads downs.
They'll be bringing two trucks and eight mules with them. The latter is necessary, as unguarded paths into Rails Gorge are few and can only be traveled by foot and hoof.
Steve:
Doug has someone working at the Lewisburg Yard who sent manifests for three trains that we might be interested in, a small train (one squad) heading to a Chinese-run coal mine in West Virginia, a mid-sized train (two squads) to a Russian helicopter base in Maryland, and large train (three squads) to a French garrison in North Carolina. We were told that the quality of the troops was about equal, so we picked the middle one.
They picked an area where we'll only need to take out two bunkers before moving on to the train. I and Maria will take most of the Henderson Men to simultaneously attack the bunkers and then move on to the train. Jimmy will lead a small force to sneak into the gorge, wreck the rails in front of and behind the train, and prevent the train guards from getting out or any help from getting in. Kate will command the snipers on the ridges and Caleb stays with the mounts and acts as our reserve. We'll only have an hour between our first shots being fired and choppers arriving on scene, so we'll have to move fast, but I think it can be done and possibly without casualties.
We have until the 13th to be ready.
Kate:
There's one more thing to add: Doug was very worried about a triple-murder of his "associates" in Dunnet a few days ago. Whoever did it used a .45, possibly with a silencer, and a small ax of some kind. Pincher County Sheriff's office is worried. They feel like it was the work of a professional killer, he does too, and he wants to know if we have any idea of who might be responsible.
Um, no. Of course we don't.
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