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Our first playsession of "All things -Craft" campaign.
« on: August 15, 2016, 12:46:02 PM »
Literally taking everything and throwing it in the blender.  Using Monster Hunter International (Great Books!)  as a campaign story template. 

Prologue:  "Not everything green is gold."

Party Make-Up:

Seer - Harry Dresden / Dr. House -esque.  Investigator type.
Transmech Scientist - Simon Pegg's Scotty but Female.  Also the medic.

(These two missed the Prologue do to last minute sick child.)

Martial Artist - More MMA / Former uSMC than ninja.  Very blunt.  Prefers to punch things that annoy him.  Especially soda / candy machines.
Hacker - If Scrat from Ice Age was a person, yea.  With a good bit of Tweak from South Park.
Advocate - Wants to become a Ghost Hunter.  Failed Theology student turned parapsychologist / exorcist. 
Wheelman - This one is still in the air.  Self Powered Vehicles Wheelman.  Skateboard, inline skates, skis, etc.  Former XTREME Sport Superstar turned 28 so now he's an unknown has-been.
??? - After two hours of everyone generating, I got the "I'm not sure who I want yet, can I just borrow a character for this go?"  *grumps*

--- The Set-Up ---

The four actual characters work for T&S Security, a veteran-owned small security business.  Owned by Tim and his wife Sue, they have 6 employees.  Tim, Sue and the four players.  Pay is alright.  Checks never bounce.  They're never late.  Business is already available, if somewhat boring.  Last month they did a stint guarding the dinosaur animatronics for a local circus display.  Work is work though.  This contract, a little more interesting than usual.  NewStar, a small energy research company, is currently playing host to a select group of high school students as part of science outreach, in coordination with the Dept. of Energy.  They need escorts for the students and parents.  It's a one day contract (Cash n' Carry System), pays very well, and you get a 3 day vacation in Samoa on your way back, travel and hotel paid for.  They're responsible for drinks and food. 

"A Trip to Samoa on the way BACK?  Where is this thing???"  A man-made island two hours from Pearl Harbor.  "Farthest we went in High School was the pool in the basement...."

--- The Briefing ---

It's kept really simple.  The four of them, plus Mr. Hughes (??? player), are issued a tazer, an ASP baton, radio and level 0 clearance cards.  "Your cards open rest rooms, which are already unlocked, the cafeteria, which is open to the public, emergency doors and the main door leading back to the docks and the yacht.  You have two kinds of students with you today.  First, the kid who's going to land a Nobel Peace Prize before you even land a real job.  And secondly, daddy's little jackass who is an absolute nightmare but is going to Yale because daddy knows a congressman."  Stocky little security guard continues "The tazers and ASPs are for show.  Do NOT tazer anyone.  You're here FOR SHOW.  I don't expect you to do anything other than make sure the kids don't wander off.  If you DO do something, I WILL SHOOT YOU.  I HAVE A GUN.  YOU do not.  That said, good luck, enjoy your stay."  And he leaves.

--- The Intro ---

The first few hours of the day are an absolute boring nightmare.  Between "Do you know the variable density of an electron?" kid chatting your ear off about nothing you give a damn about to "I make more than you do in a week than you do in a year at my summer job" Jimmy the 14 year old who you wish you were young enough to pound his face into a locker a few times.  But a job is a job.  One day.  And we made it to lunch!  The cafe is big, and everyone gets a decent looking tray of cooked gourmet food.  Definitely the best food you've had this month.

Then a small shake and a muffled *thmp*.  Tropical storm?  Thunder?  It looked nice out a few minutes ago, but you all guess thats just how the tropics work.  Then another.  This time, louder and stronger.  Then the tck-tck-tck-tck report?!  Martial Artist damn near jumps out of his player seat.  "GUNFIRE!"  Yes.  Yes it was.  Then the radio starts chirping up.  "We have unknown aggressors in the living quarters!  At least 10.  Under fire!  I repeat, under -- *static*"  Martial Artist tries his radio.  Nothing.  Hacker pipes up "Probably jammed. ...we should go. ...now.  ..maybe faster than now.  Maybe now?  now."  Okay team.  How do you heard your cats?  MMA player 'I've got this.'  Intimidate roll.  "LISTEN UP! WE'RE LEAVING.  YOU LEAVE WITH US.   YOU LIVE.  YOU STAY.  YOU DIE.  GET ME?"  *blink blink*  Blunt, but.. okay.

They successfully lead the kids and parents out to the yacht.  As they approach boat dock, they hear a parent (maybe nanny?) frantically calling their child's name.  "Jo?  Joanne?!  JO WHERE ARE YOU!?"  Wheelman mutters "Damn it..." and everyone just sighs "Yea yea. We're going back in." 

--- The Fight! ---

So, they charge back in to find the missing child Jo!  First hallway leads them face to face with a team of 5 NPCs, each armed with something automatic.  Hacker does a notice to find out what they're holding and rolls high enough to figure out "3 MP5s of some sort, 2 Pistols of some sort and enough ammo to where it's actually impeding their manueverability.  Something about that strikes you strange."  And then the 5 NPCs open up on full auto.  The pistols also spray full auto, leading to an absolute funnel of lead spraying everywhere.  But even THAT doesn't make sense.  The MMA / Marine notices there's no trigger discipline.  Their stance is all wrong.  Some bullets are hitting 3 feet infront of the NPCs while others are hitting the ceiling 200 feet down the hallway.  And they're firing holding it with one hand, almost limp wrist.  They're dumping a TON of ammo, but none of it is really AIMED at them.  When all 5 run dry in almost simultaneous click-click-click, MMA tries out a theory and CHARGES!  Well, the all stat I NPCs drop very quickly, as others quickly join in. 

4 unconscious, 1 conscious but loopy, he keeps talking about how "They spread the butter on the window for all to see the green is gold!"  'Nutjob' and MMA boy punches him in the face.  Advocate objects to the hostile act, only to get that "Want to get punched next?" face in reply and relents as "He was a liability if awake anyway, I suppose..."

Team is now armed!  Continuing inwards, they find Jo!  Hooray!  ...then they hand her one of the pistols, tell her to shoot anyone who gets in her way and to run back the way they came, straight ahead, to the boat.  O.O  (I'm still not sure how to deal with that crazy idea...)  Moving forward, there's a smoking crater in one of the dry walls.  "Okay.  A pistol didn't do THAT!", Hacker says.  Just as two, fully armored thugs holding 40mm Grenade Launchers round the corner.  "I think THEY did!", advocate says.  Rolling for initiative, they win easily.  Everyone takes cover.  They pop off some rounds, but into armor that makes it mostly ineffective.  Bad guys turn.  THMP!  ..no boom.  Tnk.  Tnk.  Hssssssss.  THMP!  ..tnk.  tnk.  Ka-THUSSSSSSHHHH.  Tear gas and a smoke grenade.  My marine figures this out faster than I planned, and rushes them asking "What's the rules for holding a gun under a face shield and holding the trigger till I run dry?" ...well okay then.

Two heavy dudes dispatched.  Nothing really of use as they had all shells of tear, smoke and flash.  As they round the next corner, they see .. a midget?! .. hunched next to a soda machine messing with some sort of bag.  He looks up and has a face of mild dread and annoyance.  Bearded wearing sunglasses.  He quickly goes back to whatever he's working on.  Advocate demands he "FREEZE!".  MMA player yells at him to stand up!  Wheelman, feeling a little useless, "I don't like this guy..." and opens fire.  Misses, causing the 'midget' to duck beside the soda machine. 

"HANDS UP!  WE HAVE YOUR CORNERED!" the Advocate yells once more.  "We don't want to hurt you, little guy." the hacker mocks.  THAT apparently pisses of 'the midget'.  He rounds the corner of the soda machine, his eyes appear to be glowing for a moment before a hydrant of flame rushes from underneath his sleeve, coating everything in an awful roar of flame and heat.  Everyone instinctively retreats in absolute horror, as a flamethrower is weilded in their general direction.  Hacker comes to his senses, as everyone is stop, dropping and running for their lives.  "Why aren't I on fire?"  (Successful Will Save).  "Why isn't the soda machine melting from the heat?" and just as soon as it started, it's gone.  ...?!  "An illusion?  Hologram?  Does David Blane have a kid?  What about that dude with the peircings?!"  They check for the bag, but it and the 'midget' are gone.  Giving chase they get another quick skirmish of crazy dudes with MP5s as the midget escapes behind them.  Successful at the skirmish (a bit of vitality damage, but nothing critical) but failing to track the 'midget', they come to two doors where on the other side, it's obvious two people are arguing.  Very loudly.

They walk in, guns at the ready.  To the left, lab coat and glasses, a scientist.  To the right, a very non-crazy lucid person carrying what appears to be a 12 gauge and wearing a suicide vest loaded with explosives.  Knowledge roll isn't too high but they get the general idea of redudnant systems and it looks legit, and people don't go to that much effort for things NOT to blow up.  *crank up the stress level!*  Between the two is some sort of glowing crystal apparatus that looks VERY high tech.  Vesty is yelling that "Man was never trusted with this knowledge!" and Science boy isn't helping by calling him a "God loving wingnut."  Mr. Hughes tries to calm down the situation and tells vesty to just "Explain it to me...", only to be retorted with "SHUT UP YOU SNAKE WORSHIPPING FILTH" and he gets his head blown off by a very lethal, very real 12 gauge.  "*BLEEP!*" from around the table, as everyone rolls for initiative.  I roll TERRIBLY, so I have to use my NPC plan 2 as he soaks up a TON of damage in the first round.. he simply runs at the high tech crystal apparatus screaming "I MUST STOP THEM!  I MUST SAVE MAN!".. and the next thing the party sees is white.....

--- Chapter 1 ---

The ringing in your ear drums won't stop... your eyes hurt.. your body hurts.. but.. you're alive?!  Woah!  You're all alive!  The room is dark, with what is obviously a blast crater all around you.  The lights are out.  Panels hang from wall and ceiling alike.  Whatever was in the room is now a vague memory of demolition expertise.  "We should go..." the advocate suggests.  Met with very agreeable nods.  As they walk, they notice damage throughout the facility.  "One helluva bomb..." from the Wheelman.  "...yeah..." Hacker mumbles.  "How are we alive?" he counters.  "Not even trying to figure that out..." the advocate counters... Staggering out the door, expecting maybe a Hollywood movie set, or a producer yelling "Surprise!", they're met with what can be described as possibly a US Navy fleet off in the distance, with yellow tape surrounding the entire facility and two VERY surprised Navy guards startled to see them walk out.  "HALT!"  ?!  Everyone instantly says they throw their hands up.

As they get through the who they are, where they worked, and who they worked for.. ...they're told to come with them and are lead to the USS Eisenhower to discuss 'specifics' of their job.  And when asked 'Specifics?', their guard informs them "Yea.  Specifically, how'd you hide from us for a week?  ..and why?"

<insert a bunch of confused looks>

Muahahah!

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Re: Our first playsession of "All things -Craft" campaign.
« Reply #1 on: August 15, 2016, 12:49:33 PM »
This was admittedly light on any serious threat and was more to set up, get the team worked out and get the story rolling.  And introduce some plot hooks.  It was designed to not have anyone in any peril.  Worst case scenario, they lost some time playing gun tag with the crazy level I's.

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Re: Our first playsession of "All things -Craft" campaign.
« Reply #2 on: August 15, 2016, 02:37:29 PM »
Sounds mildly awesome. Who am I kidding sounds very awesome. OTT perhaps but a ton of fun  ;D

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« Reply #3 on: August 15, 2016, 03:50:04 PM »
Sounds mildly awesome. Who am I kidding sounds very awesome. OTT perhaps but a ton of fun  ;D

LOL.  To be fair, we've had the Harpoon Canoon, a Kung Fu Tree, A Man Eating Tree Shaman, and a mage who wasn't a mage but introduced himself as a mage even though he was a scout.  OTT is kinda our thing. 

<Chapter 1> picks up tomorrow with the full party.  Mr. Hughes still has his face blown off and the player has come up with the idea to end every Spycraft campaign in one roll of ideas.  "I'm going to play a Celebrity!"  ?? Umm.. "Exposure is still a thing."  I got it.  "You sure?"  I got it.  "Famous. Last. Words."

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Re: Our first playsession of "All things -Craft" campaign.
« Reply #4 on: August 15, 2016, 03:54:23 PM »
Sounds like the Aeon Flux of roleplaying. Dies every session ;)

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Re: Our first playsession of "All things -Craft" campaign.
« Reply #5 on: August 15, 2016, 04:10:53 PM »
Sounds pretty damn awesome! Good luck with it!


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Re: Our first playsession of "All things -Craft" campaign.
« Reply #6 on: August 19, 2016, 09:29:10 AM »
While I'm typing up the play notes from the first full, non-intro session.. here's my character concept of the month.  Possibly year.  Possibly decade. 

"So, I want to be.. a celebrity.  Except, I want to be cool."   ???  "I want to be the intensity of Busta Rhymes, the style of Liberace, and the humor of Deadpool."   :D  So.. a flamboyant, aggressive smart ass?  "Yea!  But EVERYTHING needs to be bedazzled and FABULOUS!  ESPECIALLY my gun!"  Class?  "Pointman, obviously."  Obviously?  "Who else is going to direct the team than the Great Zebehullah!"  ...Zebehullah?? "Z for short!  I'm deciding what he's famous for.  Maybe Egyptian Gangster Rap!"  ...oh boy...

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Re: Our first playsession of "All things -Craft" campaign.
« Reply #7 on: August 19, 2016, 04:30:31 PM »