Train Busters game thread

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Nov 8, 2015 3:30 pm
Clarence completely fails to find any snake oil.

But his Snack-a-tons do; running around the passenger cabin wreaking havoc like Gremlins, the living sandwiches slip in the snake oil and begin to mutate. More and more layers of cheese, tomato, lettuce, onion, salami, cucumber, tuna, egg salad, bologna, peanut butter, watercress, and many other ingredients grow onto the Snack-a-tons, elongating into monstrous Serpendwiches that attack the passengers in the train.


Frank: 3 gum
Clarence: 3 gum
Nov 10, 2015 10:03 pm
Clarence sighs. "I was hopeful that the kendo lessons I took as a youth wouldn't be something I'd have to revisit." He grabs a cavalry sword which appears to have been stuck into the side of the dining car during one of the various events that took place and stands sei-gedan, sword pointed at the sandwich monsters. "Tennouheika Banzai!" he cries and he wades in on the serpendwiches and snack-a-tons and various cold cuts and condiments. His sword flashes like a whirlwind as he turns into the ultimate machine of the julienne cut!

Rolls

Clarence goes kickass on cutting sandwiches to pieces. 3 = - (1d10)

(4) = 4

Nov 11, 2015 3:43 pm
Clarence explodes into motion, blurring through the train car in a manner that inspires a young passenger years later to invent the first motorized threshing machine. Every sandwich in the car is bisected, and each half bisected again, and each quarter bisected a third time. The Serpendwiches are ended, as well as the little bread snakes, lettuce vipers, cucumber cobras, and anabacondas that attempt to form from the pieces. But Clarence is unable to stop himself, and every piece of food, sandwich or not, is utterly destroyed by his savage sword. After several minutes, he finally stops, standing at the other end of the car, breathing heavily, a gore of yellowish paste dripping from his blade.
Nov 11, 2015 4:47 pm
Frank, despite being beaten by a dead horse (a total role reversal!), maintains enough presence of mind to realize that he has to try a different tactic. Quickly looking around for something useful he finds the corpse of Thomas, picks it up and squeezes his blood out onto his hands and uses the blood to make the dust bunny king's dust stick together. As he coats him in more and more blood from dead bodies around he should become easier to manage (or even unable to move as the blood dries into a big clump.

Rolls

Blood! - (1d10)

(6) = 6

Nov 11, 2015 4:49 pm
"Ugh. Dijon." Clarence says, flicking his sword to remove the 'blood'. It does look like there may need to be a stop somewhere in order to shore up on supplies before San Francisco, alas. More delays. He looks around, somewhat at a loss for something to do.

OOC: I didn't opt to roll, since it seems like I should await some other player moves/events. Unless waiting is mundane. :)
Nov 12, 2015 10:58 am
Nearly got it! I think as I kick the controls of the robot, smashing them to prevent further alterations to its current programming: running along the track at a good clip. I vault from the cockpit and run down the robots pumping arm, leaping from the closed fist into the front car of the train. Seeing it is unoccupied, I seize control by decoupling all non-essential cars. The train is mine.

I wasn't sure if the 'rebuilt' train had any non-essential cars.
Last edited November 12, 2015 10:58 am

Rolls

COMANDEER - (1d10)

(3) = 3

Nov 12, 2015 11:31 am
http://prints.encore-editions.com/500/0/harold-von-schmidt-western-americana-painting-cavalry-charge-1957-original-size-30x40.jpg

Having dominated this strange mix of Cheyenne braves and United States cavalry, Saul wheels his horse around (oh if Custer were still alive!). He spots several cannon mounted on caissons and gives the order to open fire on the titanic dust bunny. Then he leads his troops in a headlong charge against the monster.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE1huPYerp0

Rolls

CHARGE! vs. 3 gum - (1d10)

(7) = 7

Nov 12, 2015 7:52 pm
Clarence considers Bonny. "Pardon me, are you going to ensure that this engine," (seeing as he's in the converted dining car) "gets to San Francisco or do you have some other plan? It's quite unacceptable for me to miss my connection to Santa Fe." His sword continues to drip dijon.
Nov 12, 2015 8:19 pm
I shout back, "What's it worth to ya'?" I look up at the jogging mechanical man, then glance along the horizon in the rough direction to Santa Fe, if he'll pay well, maybe we could shortcut the connection.
Nov 12, 2015 8:22 pm
Clarence blinks. Money? How uncouth. He shouts back "Um, well, what do you mean, precisely? I already paid my ticket so it really doesn't seem appropriate that I should have to pay again. Is there some additional value I don't perceive being offered?" Meanwhile he'll look around the dining car for some ideas on weapons in case there's yet another altercation with this fiery brigand. Clarence is still a little bitter about his vest.
Nov 12, 2015 8:29 pm
"Well the ownership of this here train has recently changed. Can't say I'm keen to honour past ticket payments as I wasn't the recipient of the payment." I spit, and quietly thumb another bit of that delightful pink chewy stuff. I must find myself another supply when this bunch runs out, "I'd be happy to add some value, else I wouldn't be much better than the previous owners. What if I could get you on a direct route to Sante Fe? How much'd that be worth to a keen inventor such as yourself."
Nov 14, 2015 3:08 pm
"Well, that seems like quite an option." Clarence thinks. He could be early to Santa Fe. "Given that I paid $110, for my original seat -- perhaps we can call the special upgrade to Santa Fe another $100?" Clarence is certain he has the cash on hand, "Or perhaps I can invent something of use to you. But if I pay another $100 I'd prefer a first class cabin if I may.. I think several have been vacated."
Nov 14, 2015 11:53 pm
Bonny completes her unhooking the passenger cars of the train and leaps back on the robot. Without the extra load, the Mechanical Man surges forward, stomping down the tracks with the dining car strapped onto its back.

As the train disappears in the West, Naked Giant Frank begins to scoop up bodies and squish them in the Dust Bunny's face, squirting it with blood as it continues to pummel him. The dust begins to congeal and collapse as Giant Frank squeezes more and more blood onto it - sometimes from dead things, sometimes from not-dead things: snakes, horses, men, purple-robed things.

Just then, Saul arrives with the assembled cavalry of the United States and the Cheyenne nation. The charge smashes into the pair of giant combatants, knocking them down and trampling them.

Clotted, flattened, and stretched out by vast ranks of trampling hooves, the Dust Bunny is no longer recognizable, spread out across across a gory acre. Bloody Muddy Naked Giant Frank rises up, a whinnying horse clutched in each gargantuan hand, and gives a triumphant yawp that can be heard in Colorado. Saul wheels the giant line of cavalry and turns back.
Nov 15, 2015 4:04 am
Clarence frowns. "Why'd you do that?" he calls, "That included the first class cabins."
Nov 15, 2015 9:05 am
I stare at the horizon, assess the direction and shout back, "You can sit where you like. The last inventor who I worked with made me these lovely boots. I could use a new duster. Something useful for those in my line of work" I smile, thinking I should kidnap inventors more often
Nov 16, 2015 6:51 pm
Clarence nods and gets to thinking. "Well, assume that once we get to Santa Fe I can have a remarkable new duster ready for you. Those purple robed beings gave me some ideas about how to harness electricity in useful ways. Why, I wonder if I could couple that with some powered magnetic items to give you the ability to visualize and manipulate locking mechanisms..." He finds a comfortable seat and continues to consider, putting together some pretty kickass plans for a Duster of Banditry +5.
Nov 19, 2015 8:14 am
The Dust Bunny destroyed, the whirling clouds of fire dissipate, and sunlight streams through in broad beams once more. The discarded train cars sit, idle, about a half a mile to the west of the carnage. Of the Engine, there is no sign.

Luke, the gambler, checks the clasps on his valise stuffed with bank notes once more, tightens his grip on his revolver, and begins to walk slowly West, following the train tracks.
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About a year later, Luke arrived in San Francisco, missing his pistol and two of the fingers on his right hand. But he bore a satchel that contained a lump of strange metal. With the last few dollars he had left, he rented a storefront and set out his shingle as a dentist. Using molds of his own manufacture, he began to make teeth with the strange metal: false teeth the like no one in the world had seen before, that never wore out or needed repair. He made his fortune over the course of ten years, making fine teeth for the well-to-do in San Francisco, and patients came from all over the world. He built a racetrack in San Mateo, a casino in Emeryville, helped design the Winchester Mystery House, and started a university with Leland Stanford. He never told anyone where he'd got it, or what happened to him on his long trip out West. But sometimes, late in life, sitting on the grand verandah of his Upper Sunset mansion, he would look up at the stars, and smile a strange smile, all to himself.
Nov 19, 2015 8:17 am
Bonny and Clarence ride the giant Mechanical Man off into the sunset, and before too long, they realize that the robot is no longer confined to the train tracks, and so they steer it in a bee line, straight to the New Mexico Territory. It seems likely to be the start of a beautiful friendship.
Nov 19, 2015 8:19 am
Saul seeks new worlds to conquer, and so he sets his sights on empire. He wheels his cavalry of just a few dozen mounted men south, and heads to Mexico and beyond.
Nov 19, 2015 8:22 am
Ezekiel carefully wraps up the body of Billy the Snake, and takes it down to claim the reward in Lincoln County, doggedly dragging it across the prairie. He always gets his man.
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