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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 158457" data-attributes="member: 1679">At this point, John decided that the puppy must DIE!  He finagled a security pass from a guard and proceeded into the secured testing area of the facility.  There he found Saquina and David, with Saquina holding the now tested perfectly ordinary puppy.  He walked up, and tried to disarm her the puppy, but failed.  She pulled her silenced pistol and threatened him with a good shooting if he tried that again.  He disregarded her warning, and won an opposed disarm check to grab the gun away from her.  Panting with the effort, he stepped back and pointed it at her.  “Now give me the puppy or I’ll shoot it in your arms.”David, who was unarmed, decided that the best course of action would be to dive behind a heavy piece of equipment out of the line of fire.  Saquina screamed.  Seconds later a security guard burst into the room.  He looked at Saquina, armed with a frightened puppy, and John, armed with a silenced automatic.  He drew his gun and aimed at John, screaming something along the lines of.  “Put the goddamn gun down or I’ll ----ing blow your ----ing brains out.”  John made no action as the security officer took a moment to call for backup.Outside in the parking lot, the police officer escorting Jessica to the car suddenly turned at a radio message, drew his gun, and ran into the hospital.Confronted with the police and security, John decided to surrender.  He dropped his gun, stating that “I would like to sorta fire it on the way down so maybe I could hit one of them.”  The gun fired when it hit the floor, just as he had planned.  Unfortunately, he hadn’t accounted for the random factor of aim.  He shot himself in the foot.  David came out of hiding, took a moment to fieldstrip the pistol, and then smacked John upside the head, putting him at two hitpoints.  As the police officer approached with handcuffs, he flung himself into the wall, striking his head and knocking him out.John woke up in a cell, head wrapped in gauze.  He groaned “I want to die.”A low rumble came from the top bunk. “Shut up.”John spat back.  “Eh, **** you.”The man rumbled back, “I will.”  He swung himself down off the top bunk. “My name’s Bubba, and I’m in here for Rape, Sodomy, and Pedophilia.  Now bend over…”*Social Consciousness note.Folks, we’ve had lots of laughs today, but prison rape is no laughing matter.  It could happen to you, if your were dumb enough to betray your party and then try blast your way out of every situation.  Just remember that prisoners named Bubba are people too.*Q&AThe player of Marta explained her reasoning to me.  “When you wake up in the middle of the night to find a creepy old man with a shotgun in your tent, your first instinct is to go for your weapon and attack him.”  I think that if you find someone with a gun near you, you should give them the utmost respect, but that’s just me.The players went camping because I said they did, it seemed like a good way to get the campaign started, although on second thought, not really.</blockquote>

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