[HoE] Buahahaahaaaaaaa!!

[Prince Nightchilde <nghtchld@applink.net>]

I really stuck it to the PCs last night.  This might involve some
spoilers, so therefore....





[SPOILER SPACE]




So last night I finished up the adventure I posted a few days ago
involving the Syker Automaton.  Heh.

So, the posse gets through the maelstrom and into the city.  When they
opened up one of the doors leading to a building (an old President's
Health club), they were attacked by a pack of Radrats and got out pretty
much unscathed.  So, they explored the health club, did a bit of
scroungin' and made it to the pool.  Apparently, someone had dumped some
toxins into the pool because the group got attacked by four Toxic
Zombies.

Well, they ran.  Then they were attacked by a Lurker (I was feeling
particularly evil that night).  The syker in the group's sidekick was
killed and the syker himself got his leg chopped off in the battle.  The
other two characters managed to fix him up a prosthesis, but it didn't
help for long.

A little later on, fun stuff happened when a group of muties (one of
which had a shotgun) suggested that the posse leave.  Perfect
opportunity for a manitou to attack the nice, peaceful muties that were
just protecting their stuff.  Well, the Harrowed slaughtered the muties
which made the Doomsayer, Major Deth, really upset and a fight ensued. 
The PCs won and took out Deth's men.  

Afterwards, they crawled into a building to rest and the syker failed a
guts check and dropped dead of a heart attack.  Oops.  Well, Sgt.
Wyrdrom popped in and started to attack the PCs (BTW, the Predator power
is darned cool!).  The PCs managed to blow his head off, but the
highlight of the night was when the self destruct went off.  One of the
PCs was nigh point-blank and took some MAJOR damage (fate chips were
spent aplenty).  But his reaction was great.  He was standing there with
the rest of his cards in his hand when I told him how much damage he
took (6d20) and he dropped all of his cards and I thought he was going
to faint.  hehe.

The best fate chip award I gave out was the a-hole award to the guy that
pinged the automaton in the head with one shot, killing him.

Ah.....the stuff memories are made of.

Marshal Nightchilde