We're home and such now.
Had a great time yesterday. Thanks to CarlZog and Mrs CarlZog for hosting.
Rodrigo's Serenity game was a blast.
My Spaghetti Western All Flesh game went well. They managed to survive, mostly, and get out of town with a bunch of cash. Sure the town got raised to the ground by an army of zombie bandits but hey, can't win them all. Final count was:
Bad Girl Bounty Hunter - Alive, but missing her shooting hand, having lost it to a well aimed shot by the head of the zombie army.
Bandito - Alive, but without a right kneecap, having lost it to a well aimed shot by the head of the zombie army.
Confederate Soldier - Relatively unharmed.
Preacher - Alive, but missing most of his right arm, having lost it to a nasty bite from a zombie horse he tried to mount.
Yankee Gambler - Killed and zombified by the head of the zombie army, but still walking and talking.
Many best lines. The most memorable was when, noticing it was a bad thing to be a mexican bandito in the town at the time, he started saying he was Canadian. "I'm not Mexican, ay."