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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jdrakeh" data-source="post: 3729979" data-attributes="member: 13892">My friend Chad ran a great Deadlands: Hell on Earth one-shot where myself and a GMNPC (he played fair) infiltrated an abandoned military bunker to salvage bullets, MREs, etc. Above ground, there was just one small-ish building housing a garage and an office. A non-functioning elevator and a stairwell led to levels below. IIRC, there were ten levels in all, with the generator and armory being on the lowest level. The intervening levels housed some useless research labs. . . and a small-scale production facility for those robotic terrors in Hell on Earth (I forget what they're called). Anyhow, the whole place was pretty much empty except for the armory, the few dozen deactivated robots, and the garage. Which presented a problem. . . Multiple boxes full of live ammunition are heavy, see? To say nothing of the weapons we found. We decided that powering up the generator to use the elevator would be the prudent course of action, seeing as how we had a limited amount of time to get back to our enclave with the goods due for. . . reasons I forget in my age. So we powered up the generator, got the elevator working, and took several loads up to the garage where we piled them in a jeep. On the last trip, we did another sweep of the facility to make certain that we weren't missing anything. . . and noticed that two of the robotic death dealers were missing from the production facility. Right about the time that the generator gave out and the lights went down again. So there we were, trapped some six levels underground, with two Terminator-like nasties on the loose. What began as a pretty run-of-the-mill scavenging expedition turned into a full-on gauntlet run, as we tried to make our way to the surface. We had a running battle with the robot-things which took us down to near dead (the GMNPC was hemorraging blood like a water fountain by the time we got to the second level of the facility). Luckily, some quick thinking and the application of a few grenades collapsed the stairwell and trapped the cybernetic killers below us. Or so we thought. We had (wrongly) assumed that both robotic sentries were hunting us in the dark. We stopped to patch up the best we could, though Johann (the GMNPC) wasn't looking well. So, dragging my wounded mate on a makeshift stretcher, I opened the door to freedom -- only to see the other robotic sentry lurking in the garage. He immediately splattered me on the gargage wall. I wasn't dead, but I could feel the life running out of me. My now nearly dead partner had one last grenade on him. So he did what any man would do. He pulled the pin and. . . Took a bullet right in the face. Which left a live grenade at my feet. And I wasn't in much shape to do anything about it. Despite dying a horribly bloody death, I can honestly say that the atmosphere, the pacing, and everything else was carried out expertly. This was one of my favorite game sessions ever.</blockquote>

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