Sometimes well-laid plans can go awry,
and tactics collapse into utter hilarity. During last weekend's game,
it was all I could do to keep a straight face as the players prepared
for their next mission. One of the players decided to spend his money
on tear gas grenades, reasoning with his teammate that during their
previous mission, they had only encountered one robot and many
“organics” that would have been affected by tear gas. As soon as
they began their next mission and were informed that they needed to
stop a bunch of malfunctioning, rampaging robots, the other player
smiled and looked at his friend smugly, saying sarcastically, “Tear
Gas Grenades!” Later in the same mission, a player's character was
attacked by an alien dog, which locked its jaws onto his leg before
being killed. Removing the dog from his leg would be impossible
without causing damage, and the player's character was already
critically wounded-—it would have killed him to take the dead dog
off. So, the player limped around for the next few hours with a dog
attached to his leg, even during a tense interrogation where the
target finally had the courage to ask, “What's the deal with your
dog?”
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