Impersonating Wasteland Warrior is definitely heretical.

I'd like to hear the one about the young mage that got sent on that suicide mission for slipping the head wizard of the academy's daughter a love potion.

Someone mentioned it in a thread, but I never got to see it.

>>5222088

Hit the email address up, and I will confirm that I am the real warrior of the wasteland, the ayatollah of rock and rollah.

I'm just bored out of my skull right now, and lethargic. If /tg/ supplies me with awesome I will tell another tale of awesomeness.

I got a werewolf fighter one but that's about it.

I'll certainly try.

One member of our gaming group had developed a hard on over the "Burning Wheel" system, and so our next big project would be putting it to use. Before we would begin his actual campaign he decided to run a premade adventure called "The Sword". The setting for the adventure is always the same, but how people with their character solve the problems that come up is always different. There happened to be five players and only 4 premade characters but my character for the main campaign, a sorcerer, was able to be incorporated with little trouble. Before we began though, the DM told me if I somehow despite the odds managed to obtain this magic sword, he would make it canon in the main storyline. I was then determined to win at any cost...

This is mine as GM. I probably got more, It'll just take some time for me to remember them. Though most of them are about players being stupid and not awesome.

And I just remembered one.

It takes place in the same setting as the attached pic, a steampunk/weird west/SCIENCE! setting. The party consists of a sniper, a ninja, and a driver/mechanic. They're searching for a special type of metal to sell to a research group. They find a lead and follow it to a small town on the frontier.

Everything's gone fine so far, they beat the hell out of some bandits, avoided some pirahnas, and slept in the car. Then they get to the town. The place looks empty so immediately everyone is on guard. The Sniper spots a kid looking through a window at the local Inn, and mentions it so the party pulls over. just as they get out of the car a woman comes out and yells "Get inside quick! RUN!" The party start asking questions, but before they are answered they hear a whistling sound.

While on a quest, we encountered a rather nasty local lord who dicked with us and threw us in a dungeon. We escaped, but were too low level to do anything about it. Vowing revenge, we continued on with the main quest to stop some generic demon lord, or something. Five levels or so later we made a u-turn back around to that same castle. I used a cunning disguise to infiltrate, killed quite a few guards in a heroicly sociopathic manner, then opened the gates for the rest of the party. Hilarity ensued.
To sum up, for insulting our honor and half heartedly trying to kill us, I stabbed his son and burned down his house. Then I deafened him permanently with thunderstones. My god is a vengeful one

The setting for the adventure is as follows: After months of traveling the party has come across in the northern hinterlands a forgotten and buried tomb. Inside was a famous sword, a long lost artifact from an ancient era. Needless to say, the sword is worth a lot to anyone. The motivations for each character is important as well, and if I was to win I would have to manipulate them well. First is the guide, a rat-man who is a member of a fringe cult whom he gives large quantities of his income to. So far this gentlemen had not been paid for his services. The second was a criminal whom the party had discovered in their journey. He was a shifty fellow, but his skills and talents had helped us many times over the last few months. However, a shadow hung over his shoulder. He owned a large debt of money that would soon come to collect his head instead. Third was the exiled elven bard on a journey to restore is honor to return to his people. He would discover the sword was elven craft by one of his ancestors. Fourth was the dwarf adventurer, a drunk looking for trouble and fights. The sword had been a treasure of his clan before they lost it during a major battle against Orcs many years ago on the very land we were exploring. Last was me, the disenfranchised bastard son of a noble with a gift for magic. Throughout the journey I had advertised myself as a scholar of the mystic arts. I had schemes and plans to one day return and reclaim my birthright over my father's dead body and sought power where ever I could find it...

>>5222292

The PCs dash inside the Inn just as a blanket of arrows covers the town. It sounds like a hailstorm from inside, with windows getting smashed and thumping from the roof. The driver stands near the doorway dismayed as his car is trashed.

After about 5 minutes of the arrow storm it stops. The PCs discover that a man with a Red mohawk entered town and demanded the location of the same metal the PCs had come to find. No one came forward so he said that he'd destroy the town a little bit each day until the MacGuffin's location was given to him. So for the last 4 days the town has been rained on at exactly 6pm. The PCs decide that they can't just leave the villagers to their fate (not to mention that this guy with the mohawk might know more about the metal), so they set off to the forest where the arrows came from.

Through dumb luck they stumble onto the path that the bandits have been using. However, said path is guarded. Two guys with crossbows in camouflaged positions start shooting at the PCs. Though the party isn't seriously wounded they did fire their guns during the fight and figure that the nearby camp they come upon probably knows they are coming.

The PCs are right. They are attacked but manage to fend off the attack, and keep one guy alive to find out where the mohawked man is. He's apparently nearby digging up the MacGuffin. So the PCs head off that way.

I've told this a couple times on /tg/ but this is definately the craziest thing my group has ever done. Our fighter had three weapons, a sword that had a chain on it, which was attached to his bracer (wasn't trained with it, as it was an exotic weapon, he just though it was cool) a bastard sword and a greataxe. We're fighting a boss and her 5 or so minion gremlocks. the fighter stabs the boss in the ribs with his chain-sword and chucks her at one of her minions, which happens to be next to our only LG character. LG wrestles with her to keep her on the ground and wraps the chain around her neck while Fighter stabs his bastard sword into the stone wall, after that he walks over to the boss and LG, still wrestling and pisses on the boss for the hell of it, gets a little on LG as well.

>>5222388
The fighter then takes the chain and wraps it around the bastard sword in the wall, and pulls the boss up by her neck, then he and LG have to fend of some minions so he holds it down with his foot while he fights them off. It almost slips out, but our rouge was on his toes and lept up to keep the chain-pully holding the boss helpless. While he does so, fighter pulls out his greataxe, and cuts through her at the same time LG does. fighter used all three of his weapons (four if you count him using quick draw to piss on her) to reduce her to three chunks of piss-soaked bad guy.

I love how WW promises stories in return and immediately gets a turn out.

>>5222381

I forgot to mention that they also learn that their boss is a bit of a tech head and that the blankets the town with crossbow bolts using some kind of steam powered machine.

They find a clearing with two tired looking bandits with shovels digging a hole. The Ninja and the driver rush them, while the Sniper shoots at them with his rifle. They quickly defeat the two guys but realize that the mohawked man isn't here. Then shit gets real.

The two in the clearing are sprayed with more bolts in a similar fashion to the town. The sniper starts looking around for the source of the bolts but is distracted by 4 small flying mechanical imps that emit a screeching sound at the party (Though the party always pass their Will saves and never find out what the screech does).

>>5222373
Immedtialy the party breaks down into petty bickering over who has claim to the sword. The Elf claims it was made by a relative and thus belonged to him. The Dwarf claimed it was given to his clan and rightfully belonged to him. The Elf argued they had left it behind themselves when they were routed by the Orcs and did no deserve it. The Guide and criminal decided not to become involved just yet, but they watched keenly waiting for an opening. I decided it was not the appropriate time for a fight, and with a sucessful check on the sword actually confirmed its indenity and information that backed up both claims. Nothing much changed, but I suggested the party should leave the dank catacombs for the surface before deciding to whom the spoils go. It was not over then, the party decided now to bicker over who would actually take the sword. I made a convicing case as a nuetral and uniterested party I would hold the sword. In the meantime I would also study it further for more clues, I had no interest to keep it. That was until I actually touched the sword and became charged with a undeniable feeling of destiny. The sword felt good, like it belonged in my hands. At this point I gained a deed point, something that would let me double the normal number of dice on a single action. The party would later regret letting me touch the sword.

The guide had developed an increasing level of paranoia about my character, and pushed adamantly that I be tied to a rope so I couldn't get away with the treasure. Being so high born I was naturally offended, but it didn't help, the whole party became suspicious of me. I didn't have any other choice but to swallow my pride and follow. They would soon regret it anyways...

So we're an all-devine party (Cleric, Paladin, guard of the temple, Bard-prophet dude, and a barbarian convert) of Kord, hunting down and tracking a God-killer. All of us except the Barbarian run off devine power, even the bard. (DM fiat)
Everything goes great until we catch up to the bastard, who is a Anti-theist ur-priest. We lose rather quickly, but are kept alive. He opens a portal of some sort with a weirdass ritual, pulling a big heart out and shrinking it. At this point, he begins to "warp with divine power" as it becomes clear he's eating God-meat. Then the paladin and cleric both feel incredible pain. Turns out he's eaqting Kord's heart. The barbarian figures this out on his own and rages.
Since the barbarian is the only one not powered by divine energy, the BBEG's main power fails to work on him. He is however, buffed insanely by being half-god by now, so we all assume our barbarian friend is going to ggo down fighting.

We're wrong. The DM grins, says that red armor appears on the barbarian, and his axe turns into a greatsword. In his dying moments, Kord had shoved his soul into the Barbarian, which was why he could rage despite spending them all anyway.
And since the Anti-theist didn't know about it, his ability failed.

The Kordbarian then hews off the mans arms and heals them, taking back his heart entirely, launching it out of the man's chest like a chestburster. The barbarian gained a level in favoured soul after Kord took his soul back.

>>5222500
Oh, and the BBEG lost all his class levels, turning into an equal level commoner and forced to wanter from town to town armless and with a huge hole in his gut.

>>5222434

The Driver spots the mohawked man. He's in a tree holding a steampowered, backpack fed, gatling crossbow. The ninja finishes off two of the imps with her dual short swords while, the sniper offs one with his rifle and then takes a shot at the mohawked man, but that shot is blocked by the trees.

The mohawked man shoots at the sniper wounding him, but he's still in the fight. The ninja rushes forward and begins climbing the tree while the driver shoots at the man with his revolver as a distraction. The remaining imp ineffectually continues to pester the driver. The Sniper shoots again, wounding the mohawked man, but he keeps his balance and stays in the tree.

The mohawked man fires a burst at the sniper in revenge and tags him with 10 bolts, knocking him into the negatives.

>>5222447
Now the problem became over where to go. There were three choices. The human settlement to the south. An elven trading post further to the west, or the Dwarf's clan even further in the mountains to the east. Once more the Elf and Dwarf argued, but this time they decided to settle it with a duel of wits. The elf however, had skills in speech where the adventurer did not. The dwarf was massacred. Throwing himself into a rage after his loss the dwarf attacked the Elf with a furious charge. With luck the Elf dodged the blow and landed a debilitating strike on the Dwarf with his rapier and finished him on the following turn. Bloodied and defeated the Dwarf was disgraced, and the elf who was grief stricken that his friend tried to kill him contemplated what to do. I suggested if he were to live he would simply follow us to the ends of the earth. The Dwarf's greed has grown to great for our safety. And with his death was one less pretender to the sword's possessor. But the rest of the party agreed to show mercy and tie him to a tree. We would be long gone before he would manage to free himself and never see us again. Not before they robbed him blind of all his possessions and left him completely naked in the snow. With bitter curses behind us we left the Dwarf to his fate, but the criminal behind our backs slashed the ropes loose and freed him. The Dwarf would play prisoner until we had left and then followed in pursuit out of sight...

I am amused, would you like to hear about the death of Captain Collateral, THE dark heresy story, or something else?

Due to geographical location the only gaming groups near me scare the bejezus out of me. As such the only gaming tales of awesome I've got come from RPing on City of Heroes and Neverwinter Nights.

However, I once managed to play a Shadowdancer who convinced a Drow Priestess that his power over Shadow came from the fact he was an Underdark Dragon in disguise. I abandoned that RP quite quickly when they didn't fade to black, and instead started (I wish I was making this up) impaling their two swords in the roof, holding onto them, and using them to swing from to kick my character onto a convenient bed.

>>5222516

The sniper was the main damage dealer of the party AND had the most health, so now the other two are kinda worried. Luckily the ninja makes it onto the tree branch and prepares to engage the mohawked man in melee to negate his ranged attacks through provoking AoO. She hits him once while he's distracted by the driver's ineffectual gunfire below. Then it gets awesome.

Turning to the ninja, the mohawked man lets his gatling crossbow drop to its strap and draws his longsword. Both of them have a counter attack ability that allows them to make a melee attack whenever someone misses them in melee so long as they have remaining AoOs. Both of them also have really high Defense. An awesome sword battle in a tree ensues, as each attacks, parries, counters, dodges, and attacks back and forth repeatedly. Meanwhile the driver is STILL trying to kill the last imp.

>>5222536
THE Dark Heresy story, please.

I want WW's e-mail address. I looked in all the threads archived on sup/tg/ and it is in NONE of them.

>>5222581

look in the kender hate thread

>>5222536
>>5222536

Captain Collateral didn't impress me half as much as your other stories, even though it had a lot of potential. Maybe it's because you seemed begrudged to tell it. Anyhow, my vote's for DH.

And out of curiosity, how long have you been gaming?

>>5222568

The mohawked man and the ninja nickel and dime each other closer and closer to death, until finally the ninja gets a little bit of luck and manages to land three successive attacks, knocking the mohawked man just into unconsciousness. He falls out of the tree (not a far fall). The driver continues to concentrate on the imp, now that it's the only thing left. Then the mohawked man gets two 20s on a fort save.

The mohawked man gets back up, swings up his gatling crossbow and puts 5 bolts into the driver, knocking him to half health. The ninja decides to try something awesome. She leaps from the tree intending to slash the last imp and the mohawked man at the same time. She botches and causes both attacks to miss when she lands badly.

The imp finally does something right and bites the ninja, injecting her with acid. This causes her to fall unconscious leaving just the driver who hasn't hit anything for the last couple rounds.

>>5222597

about 3 years.

>>5222535
At the junction where our decision of our destination had to be made, the sun had set and we were forced to make camp. Not a single member of the four remaining members would sleep a wink, but everyone unanimously decided to pretend to be sleeping. Refusing to sleep on the snow and dirty ground I found a suitable branch in a tree to sleep in safely above the party. But with the ratman with his rope still attached grew more and more suspicious and paranoid and even tried to force an intimidation check to hand the sword over. I brushed the attempt off with contempt and continued to ignore the dirty worthless scum, when a dagger from behind colored the snow red with the ratman's blood. The sudden keeling over of his body pulled me from the tree and I landed hard, but unharmed. I was however, not surprised amazingly, but very very angry. From the shadows came the elf who wondered what the commotion was and so too came the criminal both from the opposite side of the camp. With his healing song the Elf bound the bleeding wound and the ratman regained consciousness. I instantly accused the criminal of the crime, but he made his case surprisingly well that I was closest to the victim, and he had been at the other side of the camp the whole time. The argument was very convincing, more so then mine at my bewilderment. But the elf saw through it, and asked the Criminal to give himself up and with my order to apprehend him the elf and Criminal fought. With a slash of his sword and a singe from my fire magic the Criminal was bloodied and surrendered. With the negatives he would take from then on as would the ratman's the only opponent of interest left was the Elf, and I was most pleased at how well events were going. I did not of course realize the Greedy and naked dwarf hiding in the bushes plotting his revenge after during the commotion rearming and clothing himself.

>>5222536

Yesssss

>>5222623

And you've racked up this many epic stories? Holy crap.

>>5222536
Everything you want to tell. Your stories are inspiring my gaming group, and they're trying to take themselves to a new level. They want to be able to tell stories like yours someday.

Somebody better archive this thread.

>>5222620

The driver starts to freak out a little. He gets lucky and lands a hit on the mohawked man, knocking him out. Just to make sure he's dead, his next turn is spent giving him a .45 lobotomy. Then he finally manages to shoot the Imp.

Now there's another problem. He has two teammates bleeding out, no medical kit, AND no treat injury skill. Normally he'd take 20 to get past the penalty from a lack of a medical kit but if he does that both will bleed out in that time span. So he prays to the dice gods and starts rolling the dice.

Luckily for all of them the two people passed out make their rolls to stabilize, and the driver manages to wake them up. They grab the MacGuffin and finally head back to the big city, and hospitals.

I rolled up a techpriest, whops name was Ahab. He had a bionic lower left leg and he weilded a barbed power spear. He lost the leg at an stc excavation site, where an Ork great gargant that was painted white attacked and destroyed an STC that would have fed millions with the resources the imperium would use to feed hundreds. He swore that he would destroy the white whail.

>>5222593
Found it. I'd been checking e-mail fields.

>>5222624
With everyone so focused on wrangling me in with a rope I developed a plan to use it against them. Upon reaching the safe haven of the local human town bound in rope I would call out to the guards I was being kidnapped. Myself, with skills in lying and looking like a noble would have them arrested and thrown in jail while I make my escape with the sword. But before that I needed to convince the party. The Elf wanted to return to the elf lands further away, but if the sword made it there certainly the elves would never give it back to me, and the sword was mine and mine alone. Thus started the second duel of wits, but even with us being on par, the other two party members aided him in his argument and pushing his dice poll above mine. I could not defend my argument's health and attack his so I was soundly beaten. The decision was made to leave for the elven lands, so it was time to initiate plan B...

>>5222716
I nonchalantly walked towards the elf. Noticing my advance the Elf asked me what I was doing and that I should stop. Unsheathing the "Sword of Ages" with a single strike I dealt a light wound that caught the elf of guard. On the following turn I would cast, The Fear, that would make them run in terror. At the same time, the dwarf decided to rush out from the bushes and charge me head on. The spell was cast and the Dwarf was forced to his in my eyes his worst nightmare and halted mid stride. Overcoming my illusions though was the elf who in kind returned with his own blow to my defenseless casting self. I too would suffer a light wound and recoil back. Wounded by peasants and vermin, I had reached my limits. It was time to unleash my power I had hidden from the fools for so long. I burned the deed point into casting a mighty fireball. With my eyes burning red and bright and the Sword sheathed in fire I cast a devastating spell toward the Elf and dwarf. Regaining his senses, the dwarf decided to repay the mercy of the elf by leaping in the way of the spell to save the elf. The fireball incinerated the dwarf into a black charred skeleton in a single round, taking four over his mortal wound threshold. But his valiant efforts were not enough, the elf was caught by enough of the inferno that the pain caused him to collapse over in agony and was knocked out. The spell of that magnitude should have killed me, but on rolling 6s with persona point I kept rolling enough to only tax myself ever so slightly from my heroic level magic now the defenseless elf was going to die for defying my greatness...

Throughout the campaign the inquisitor had us going from warzone to warzone investigating rumors that Orks were becoming possessed by the forces of chaos. We arrived right in the middle of an epic battle between pdf and orks, and my techpriest spies the same gargant, now swollen to the size of a small hive and bristling with guns. He immiediately tells the pilot of the guncutter that they have a new heading, and tells the remainder of the party that if they value their lives, they will get out. The only members of the party that stayed were a particularly ornery adept and an assassin. I put a gun to the pilot's head and told him to aim the prow right into the beasts crooked eye.

Unfortunately for us, an ork flakk truck manages to down us, and we land in the forward trenches. The rest of the party manages to finagle getting a Valkyrie to pick us up, so we can rejoin the party. I had the assassin restrain the pilot while I took the helm. WE took off and aimed ourselves right at the eye of the beast, only to get hit by more flak and lose an engine. The assassin manages to spot recently patched up rupture in the gargant's hull and we plow through it, into the belly of the beast. We are surrounded by hundreds of Orks and our ship couldn't fly anymore, so we each grabbed one of the heavy bolters attached to it and we opened fire until the hoppers went dry. When the smoke cleared the entire section of the gargant was clear of xenos filth.

>>5222728
Before I deliver the coup de grâce, the ratman decided to muster its meager courage to oppose me. During my character's creation I had leftover points to but into whatever skills I desired, and so long ago I had decided to have skills with the Sword. Expecting to fell me with the strength of its axe aginst my frail scholarly body it charged and aimed for my spine. But I heard it run through the snow and turned to parry the attack completely throwing the Rat off its guard. With my own strike a serious wound was thrust into its shoulder, but it still stood. Fearing the criminal too would attack me from behind I once again cast the fear. I almost ran into disaster when the rat brought out so many dice to resist its effect, but only one die scored. The rat fled in terror into the night with a trial of blood behind it. Behind me the criminal watching from the sidelines also suffered from my sudden nightmare fuel. Instead of running the criminal opted to drop to the ground into the fetal position. Tromping through the snow I towered over the pathetic man and brought my sword down into him delivering the fatal blow to a mewling infant. Then, before the elf would wake up I would wet the blade once more on his heart and finish him off. With the ratman long gone, and my conviction that no one who could ever get in my way would believe him I bound my own wound and left the fiery and bloody scene for civilized lands, with my destiny in hand.

Fin

We quickly made our way up to the command deck of the ship. We entered the bridge and saw the captain. He was a lumbering brute that would have put any space marine to shame. He was clad in mega armor, and the chest piece had the reinforced skull of my mentor, who had died at the excavation site. Whether or not the Ork was possessed, or even if he was the same one that commanded the gargant when it destroyed the stc was irrelevant, he had to die. I juiced up the plasma pistol and readied my spear, and with a resounding burst of infrasonic chatter designed to make the greenskins know fear I led the charge. The ork warboss was a mighty behemoth, and a paragon of skill with his powerfist. He grabbed the assassin and proceeded to crush him. The assassin fired a few times at the beasts head before being scissored apart, but all he could accomplish was blasting open the ork's iron gob. I hadn't the time to deal with the ork so I did the only logical thing: I grabbed a krak grenade, primed it and forced my arm down the ork's throat.

>>5222785
Wow, your DM needs to work on character balance, if that's your story.

>>5222834
It the was the deed point that did it. If I had not touched the sword first, I would never have been able to pull it all off. The rest of the credit goes to timing and luck, but it turned out awesome for me.

>>5222834
character balance is for fags

With a dull thud m arm was reduced to pulp, but so was most of the Ork's internal organs. The remaining orks were speachless, some human just sacrificed his arm to kill the boss, and he was still standing. Then a deep rolling laugh entered all of our minds. The daemon possessing the ork warboss had been freed of his green, fleshy shackles, and now he was binding himself to the machine. Lesser demons sprang forth and rapidly possessed the cowering orks. All over the gargant the sounds of battle and confusion rang out and the great beast stopped in its tracks. The adept said we could make our escape and the pdf could use the lull to destroy the white whale. I told him that I would be staying, I would not give up my vengeance so easily. The adept nodded and told me that we would follow me until we were brought before the emperor for our final judgment. I told him we would be seeing him shortly.

>>5222865
cool story bro

>>5222901
>>we would follow me
I think I understand, amazingly enough.

>>5222926
"they would follow me" would be slightly more understandable, but don't let that get in the way of arm-shattering awesome.

>>5222901
Take no prisoners.
Open fire.
Battle Stations!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zw8NyMsKf4

I fight my way to the main engine room. The adept said he would buy me time, and he set the countdown on his stachel charge and ran screaming into a pack of demon orks with nothing more than a mono knife. I ran until I got to the engine room, stopping only to cauterize my arm by pressing it up against a burning plasma conduit. I arrived at the engine room and sealed the bulkhead behind me. There would be no interruptions now. I plugged directly into the defiled computers that kept the nuclear pile of the great gargant running. The daemon attacked my mind directly, warping what flesh still remained in a vain attempt to stop me from sending it screaming back to hell. I finally finished interfacing with it and started pumping as much power into the reactor as possible, while venting the coolant into sections of the gargant that hadn't fallen to the daemon orks. I also disabled the control rods, so the nuclear reaction would never shut off. The intense heat combined with the excess of fuel that was being pushed into the reactor allowed critical mass to be achieved in moments. All it needed now was a spark.

>>5222685
>Ahab
>Ork great gargant that was painted white
>swore that he would destroy the white whail

This reminds me...

>All it needed now was a spark.
YOU GOT THE TOUCH
YOU GOT THE POW-WWAAAAAA

>>5222973
Awesome commencing in
3, 2, 1...

I limped over to the reactor. The daemon had twisted my flesh into a sea of painful boils and lesions, but the pain would soon be over. I set my mechadendrites to peel back as much of the shielding as possible, so that I may view the heart of the beast. Finally I was at the thinnest layer, and it glowed white, barely containing the nuclear hellfire that screamed for release. I screamed "From Hell's heart I stab at thee, and for Hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee" before plunging my spear into the engine. Radiation scoured the mutated flesh from my bones, and with what little strength remained in my bioting right arm I forced my plasma pistol into the breach and fired, causing the nuclear reactor to go critical. The gargant was washed in a white flame that could be seen from orbit, and when the smoke cleared all that remained was a mile wide crater and enough radiation to ensure no ork spores would ever grow from the remains of that battlefield.

...I love these threads.

>>5223049
FROM HELL'S HEART I STAB AT THEE, AND FOR HATE'S SAKE I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE

>>5223049
....are you sure they wouldn't just be irradiated orks?

Of all of 4chan, drawfags, pornfags, what-have-you, you, (Uncle) Wasteland Warrior I hold above all others solely for how awesome any of your stories are.
I still remember Kjellmir Bloodskull, Neutral Evil, Decent Guy, Completely Awesome.

Goddamnit WW I'm reading through like three of your threads on suptg.

You're amazing, and I l-love you.

>>5223104
>enough radiation to ensure no ork spores would ever grow from the remains of that battlefield.

YOU DON'T QUESTION THE RULE OF COOL!

Well, I'm glad yall liked it.

I'm gonna sleep, but if any of you know of a place to game in vegas, or have a group online that you game with and has an opening (no furries) or just want a story hit me up at wastelandwarriorsuptg@gmail.com

>>5223145
>have a group online that you game with and has an opening

I will be hitting my DM up to see if we can take another or not. We're at ~5 IIRC. It's D&D 3.5 if edition matters to you.

>>5223145
Anon of /tg/, I wish to make this our crusade.

In the past people have fought and died for causes they have believed in, both in futility and in eventual victory. This is not a cause we need to die for, this is not even a cause we need to bleed for. This is, however, a cause we need to fight for.

Wasteland Warrior is one of the few namefags who makes good use of their name. Indeed, I believe many of us feel the same sense of excitement when he appears in a thread, bidding us take a seat while he tells his tales of a... more awesome place. We close our eyes and we can see the heroes he describes, hear the battles he regales us with.

Wasteland Warrior has given us so much. I hereby ask that, in return, we find him a gaming group in Vegas, or an online gaming group.

Who Is With Me?

>>5223242
would be easier to just move to vegas and game with him myself

>>5223242
you have my axe

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>>5223242
http://vegasgamers.org/
Google delivers.