C. Baize
First Post
Hmmm.... for the no-FX side...
Red Dawn 2005 - (enemy country of your choice) is invading with a serious sneak attack. PCs are either good ol' boys with shotguns and rifles, or perhaps they're National Guardsmen off duty (or on, if you want to make a few NPCs, and go all out military duke 'em out action).
The enemy is advancing with armored and infantry divisions... How long will the PCs hold out?
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The PCs are average Joes, with average jobs, your average white suburbanite slobs (okay... enough Denis Leary), on their way to the weekend pickup football game with the rest of their out of shape friends they hung out with in high school.
What's that? Dude! There's a big rig overturned! Let's check it out... see if everyone is okay.
Dude! It's a policecar behind it... Oh crap! The officer is face down in a pool of blood... so are the guys from the big rig... what the hell is in there?
Guns.
And drugs.
And computers.
And... do you hear a chopper? Or four?
Looks like the owners of the big rig are coming to reclaim their property... and whose cars do they see?
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Dang... Life's so ... dull.
What the PCs wouldn't give to get a little bit of adventure.
*thump*
One of the PCs gets knocked over by a man running full speed behind him.
He grunts, yells an expletive as he's trying to get his briefcase. Looks just like the briefcase the PC was carrying. In a panic, the man grabs one and takes off running.
He is soon followed by two polite gentlemen in black suits, black ties, black sunshades, and earpieces. They follow him into the alley where he went, and come out a minute or so later with the poor sod's briefcase.
Wow...
PC gets to work, adrenaline buzzed from what he's witnessed.
The PC opens his briefcase (looks like the locks broke when he got knocked down), to get the Crittenden Survey Report and instead sees a pistol, several passports, an unmarked bottle of nondescript pills, a CD, and several pages of what looks to be a conversation between two individuals speaking near nonsense.
Oops....
Red Dawn 2005 - (enemy country of your choice) is invading with a serious sneak attack. PCs are either good ol' boys with shotguns and rifles, or perhaps they're National Guardsmen off duty (or on, if you want to make a few NPCs, and go all out military duke 'em out action).
The enemy is advancing with armored and infantry divisions... How long will the PCs hold out?
_____________________________
The PCs are average Joes, with average jobs, your average white suburbanite slobs (okay... enough Denis Leary), on their way to the weekend pickup football game with the rest of their out of shape friends they hung out with in high school.
What's that? Dude! There's a big rig overturned! Let's check it out... see if everyone is okay.
Dude! It's a policecar behind it... Oh crap! The officer is face down in a pool of blood... so are the guys from the big rig... what the hell is in there?
Guns.
And drugs.
And computers.
And... do you hear a chopper? Or four?
Looks like the owners of the big rig are coming to reclaim their property... and whose cars do they see?
_____________________________
Dang... Life's so ... dull.
What the PCs wouldn't give to get a little bit of adventure.
*thump*
One of the PCs gets knocked over by a man running full speed behind him.
He grunts, yells an expletive as he's trying to get his briefcase. Looks just like the briefcase the PC was carrying. In a panic, the man grabs one and takes off running.
He is soon followed by two polite gentlemen in black suits, black ties, black sunshades, and earpieces. They follow him into the alley where he went, and come out a minute or so later with the poor sod's briefcase.
Wow...
PC gets to work, adrenaline buzzed from what he's witnessed.
The PC opens his briefcase (looks like the locks broke when he got knocked down), to get the Crittenden Survey Report and instead sees a pistol, several passports, an unmarked bottle of nondescript pills, a CD, and several pages of what looks to be a conversation between two individuals speaking near nonsense.
Oops....