Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Next
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
The
VOIDRUNNER'S CODEX
is LIVE! Explore new worlds, fight oppressive empires, fend off fearsome aliens, and wield deadly psionics with this comprehensive boxed set expansion for 5E and A5E!
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
Modern/Delta Green - The Beginning of the End (COMPLETED)
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4874051" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Evil Stars: Part 1 – The Inevitable Happens</strong></p><p></p><p>Hammer, Jim-Bean, and Archive drove down a large black truck down a four-lane thoroughfare--two lanes each northeast and southwest—past dusty commercial offices and light industry. </p><p></p><p>“You see that?” asked Jim-Bean, looking back over his shoulder out the window.</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Hammer, eyes on the road.</p><p></p><p>“Motorcycles. Lots of ‘em.”</p><p></p><p>The thrum of motorcycle engines was suddenly all around them. </p><p></p><p>Three motorcycles pulled up on either side of them. Each motorcycle was driven by a massive biker wearing leathers, a beard, sunglasses, dangling skull-and-crossbones earrings, confederate flag patches, imitation Iron Crosses, and handlebars that end in spiked mace heads. All of the biker gang wore jackets with a cartoon face of Satan flanked by Capital S’s on their backs. One biker-man's T-shirt read “GLC”.</p><p></p><p>Riding behind two of the bikers were tough-looking young blondes dressed less remarkably. Each woman carried a medium-sized flat box with the butt end propped against her right thigh. One biker-woman's pants had a two-inch circle carefully cut in the seat, through which showed skin and a neatly-tattooed yellow triskelion.</p><p></p><p>“Hammer,” said Archive, “there’s a black van in front and behind us—“</p><p></p><p>The truck jolted as the van behind them hit its bumper. The van in front began to slow down.</p><p></p><p>“They’re boxing us in!” shouted Hammer. </p><p></p><p>Gunfire peppered the back of the truck and there was an explosion. Hammer yanked hard on the wheel, struggling to keep the truck under control.</p><p></p><p>“I got it,” said Archive, whispering a chant to himself. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly the truck righted itself again. “What did you do?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“I healed our truck,” said Archive nonchalantly.</p><p></p><p>“Take care of the bikers!” shouted Hammer. The van in front of them slowed down, ramming their bumper.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean focused on the bike to their right. The biker took a sudden sharp turn, losing control of the vehicle as it smashed into the bike behind it. Both vehicles flipped, causing a pile up behind them.</p><p></p><p>Archive pointed at one of the bikers, still chanting. Sparks arced from the engine and the biker peeled off.</p><p></p><p>“The vans!” said Hammer through gritted teeth. Another tied exploded from gunfire, and this time Archive didn’t have time to repair it. “Stop the vans!”</p><p></p><p>The beast under the tarp began to shriek.</p><p></p><p>Archive inscribed something on his palm and held it out to the back window. Seeing his palm, the driver of the van yanked the wheel hard, taking out another bike and peeling off pursuit.</p><p></p><p>Hammer drew his Glock from his shoulder holster and, in one smooth motion, blew the tire out of the adjacent motorcycle. It skidded to a stop.</p><p></p><p>The truck lost control, spinning sideways to a stop. The van in front of them pulled over. One motorcycle was still coming at them.</p><p></p><p>“Steady,” said Hammer. He took careful aim…</p><p></p><p>Hammer fired just as the biker closed on them. The front tire exploded, bucking his motorcycle forward and hurtling the rider up and over the truck.</p><p></p><p>“Our truck is shot!” said Jim-Bean, inspecting the tires. Men in dark suits and sunglasses, carrying 9mm parabellum pistols, filed out of the back of the van. They opened fire, further peppering the truck.</p><p></p><p>Another tire blew. The thing in the back squealed piteously. </p><p></p><p>“Don’t hit their van!” said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Archive chanted and a swarm of buzzing insects spiraled down from the heavens onto the men.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell is that?” asked Hammer, firing on them.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean rummaged through his rucksack. “A diversion.” He snapped on a gas mask. “Speaking of which.” He held up a tear gas grenade.</p><p></p><p>A second later the grenade was spiraling in front of the van.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean strode through the cloud, firing his pistol into the foreheads of the gagging men. He then grabbed the driver out and tossed him aside.</p><p></p><p>Archive pointed, and the buzzing swarm descended on him. When it lifted, there was nothing but bleached bones.</p><p></p><p>Sirens wailed in the distance.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean hopped in. The engine was still running. “Looks like we’ve got our new ride…”</p><p></p><p>Archive and Hammer hoisted the beast into the back of the van and took off.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4874051, member: 3285"] [b]Evil Stars: Part 1 – The Inevitable Happens[/b] Hammer, Jim-Bean, and Archive drove down a large black truck down a four-lane thoroughfare--two lanes each northeast and southwest—past dusty commercial offices and light industry. “You see that?” asked Jim-Bean, looking back over his shoulder out the window. “What?” asked Hammer, eyes on the road. “Motorcycles. Lots of ‘em.” The thrum of motorcycle engines was suddenly all around them. Three motorcycles pulled up on either side of them. Each motorcycle was driven by a massive biker wearing leathers, a beard, sunglasses, dangling skull-and-crossbones earrings, confederate flag patches, imitation Iron Crosses, and handlebars that end in spiked mace heads. All of the biker gang wore jackets with a cartoon face of Satan flanked by Capital S’s on their backs. One biker-man's T-shirt read “GLC”. Riding behind two of the bikers were tough-looking young blondes dressed less remarkably. Each woman carried a medium-sized flat box with the butt end propped against her right thigh. One biker-woman's pants had a two-inch circle carefully cut in the seat, through which showed skin and a neatly-tattooed yellow triskelion. “Hammer,” said Archive, “there’s a black van in front and behind us—“ The truck jolted as the van behind them hit its bumper. The van in front began to slow down. “They’re boxing us in!” shouted Hammer. Gunfire peppered the back of the truck and there was an explosion. Hammer yanked hard on the wheel, struggling to keep the truck under control. “I got it,” said Archive, whispering a chant to himself. Suddenly the truck righted itself again. “What did you do?” asked Jim-Bean. “I healed our truck,” said Archive nonchalantly. “Take care of the bikers!” shouted Hammer. The van in front of them slowed down, ramming their bumper. Jim-Bean focused on the bike to their right. The biker took a sudden sharp turn, losing control of the vehicle as it smashed into the bike behind it. Both vehicles flipped, causing a pile up behind them. Archive pointed at one of the bikers, still chanting. Sparks arced from the engine and the biker peeled off. “The vans!” said Hammer through gritted teeth. Another tied exploded from gunfire, and this time Archive didn’t have time to repair it. “Stop the vans!” The beast under the tarp began to shriek. Archive inscribed something on his palm and held it out to the back window. Seeing his palm, the driver of the van yanked the wheel hard, taking out another bike and peeling off pursuit. Hammer drew his Glock from his shoulder holster and, in one smooth motion, blew the tire out of the adjacent motorcycle. It skidded to a stop. The truck lost control, spinning sideways to a stop. The van in front of them pulled over. One motorcycle was still coming at them. “Steady,” said Hammer. He took careful aim… Hammer fired just as the biker closed on them. The front tire exploded, bucking his motorcycle forward and hurtling the rider up and over the truck. “Our truck is shot!” said Jim-Bean, inspecting the tires. Men in dark suits and sunglasses, carrying 9mm parabellum pistols, filed out of the back of the van. They opened fire, further peppering the truck. Another tire blew. The thing in the back squealed piteously. “Don’t hit their van!” said Jim-Bean. Archive chanted and a swarm of buzzing insects spiraled down from the heavens onto the men. “What the hell is that?” asked Hammer, firing on them. Jim-Bean rummaged through his rucksack. “A diversion.” He snapped on a gas mask. “Speaking of which.” He held up a tear gas grenade. A second later the grenade was spiraling in front of the van. Jim-Bean strode through the cloud, firing his pistol into the foreheads of the gagging men. He then grabbed the driver out and tossed him aside. Archive pointed, and the buzzing swarm descended on him. When it lifted, there was nothing but bleached bones. Sirens wailed in the distance. Jim-Bean hopped in. The engine was still running. “Looks like we’ve got our new ride…” Archive and Hammer hoisted the beast into the back of the van and took off. [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
Modern/Delta Green - The Beginning of the End (COMPLETED)
Top