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== The Card == | == The Card == | ||
{{Joseph}}: So in preparation for this contest we are advised that we take on the appearance of vaudevillian clowns. Posing as the "Cowboy" is a route of least resistance, though unimaginative. Prior to the match I'm advised by my copatriots that wrestling is fake. Confident in this assumption, I take part in the braggadocio. | |||
In a fit of irony I am pitted against Amiri. Within moments of the bell wringing I learn that "fake" does not mean that you can't get hurt! Amiri tosses me around like a sack of potatoes! Whispering he tells me to punch him as hard as I can—so I do it. | |||
It doesn't even phase him. | |||
Amiri picks up a chair to use against me, which is considered normal in this "sport", and I pretend to shoot it, using my Art to make the chair hit him in the head. A gratuitous use of my magical training that I would regret, were it not for the satisfying SMACK sound. | |||
I lost the match. | |||
== Viet-Orc (or Corn and Maise) == | == Viet-Orc (or Corn and Maise) == | ||
{{Joseph}}: Days later a man smellin' like horse manure is waiting fer us in the VAT. The man is large, with ears pointed like many an unnatural creature and skin the color of olives. He calls hisself David and his family immigrated to the US from Vietnam after they was transformed inta what they are today—orcs. | |||
We make arrangements to meet the rest of his kin in an abandoned mill. With a heavy heart I inform David that transformations like these are usually not reversed. Feelin' mighty guilty about givin' 'em the bad news, I collect donations for 'em to help them out as best as we kin. | |||
== Team 2 Hasn't Checked In == | |||
{{Joseph}}: Upon returnin' to the VAT we are told that Team 2 hasn't checked in fer a while and they are assumin' the worse. We are ta interrogate the brown motorcycle fella and follow up on leads. | |||
== Absences == | == Absences == |
Revision as of 12:32, 7 August 2012
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Starring: Joseph, Amiri, Steve, Koz, and Sophia
Guest Starring: Dick Wonderglass, Anya (Sophia's Sister)
Challenge: Pro Wrestling with each other
Location: Body Hut
Date Played: 13 July 2012
Background Events at VAT
Joseph: So the fine folks who run this shindig have given us a doctored up coach with Petroleum Environmental painted across its side. The insides are climate controlled and have a host of giant plastic shields, batons, pepperspray and one thing that looks like a remote control that throws lightning.
Southwestern PA Wrestling Club
Joseph: Seems that the African fella is a member of a gym called the Body Hut. At first I reckon that it's a black only club—the name does include "hut"—but then I'm told that isn't the polite thang to say, so I just go mum. Apparently the club is hosting a wrestling tourney run by a scab of man named Dick Wonderglass. There is something said about a party in the rear and work in the front, but I don't git it.
The Card
Joseph: So in preparation for this contest we are advised that we take on the appearance of vaudevillian clowns. Posing as the "Cowboy" is a route of least resistance, though unimaginative. Prior to the match I'm advised by my copatriots that wrestling is fake. Confident in this assumption, I take part in the braggadocio.
In a fit of irony I am pitted against Amiri. Within moments of the bell wringing I learn that "fake" does not mean that you can't get hurt! Amiri tosses me around like a sack of potatoes! Whispering he tells me to punch him as hard as I can—so I do it.
It doesn't even phase him.
Amiri picks up a chair to use against me, which is considered normal in this "sport", and I pretend to shoot it, using my Art to make the chair hit him in the head. A gratuitous use of my magical training that I would regret, were it not for the satisfying SMACK sound.
I lost the match.
Viet-Orc (or Corn and Maise)
Joseph: Days later a man smellin' like horse manure is waiting fer us in the VAT. The man is large, with ears pointed like many an unnatural creature and skin the color of olives. He calls hisself David and his family immigrated to the US from Vietnam after they was transformed inta what they are today—orcs.
We make arrangements to meet the rest of his kin in an abandoned mill. With a heavy heart I inform David that transformations like these are usually not reversed. Feelin' mighty guilty about givin' 'em the bad news, I collect donations for 'em to help them out as best as we kin.
Team 2 Hasn't Checked In
Joseph: Upon returnin' to the VAT we are told that Team 2 hasn't checked in fer a while and they are assumin' the worse. We are ta interrogate the brown motorcycle fella and follow up on leads.
Absences
Pauline: After the events on the highway, I needed a little time to myself. It's not every day you kill a man over a pile of rocks. And was I pissed about that, too. I don't like being somebody's hired gun, so you can bet Jørgin and Pat got an earful from me.
They wanted me to talk to some shrink, and honestly, I wasn't opposed. I've been having nightmares about that damn shotgun…
But Pat explained what it was we were carrying- at least what he thinks it is. If they're right, I can see why people want the damn thing. I also have a sense that Brigid has had a hand in this. I've made sure to bring up the subject in my prayers. I need to do a little research, but her connection to… those rocks may be a little stronger than I think.