Terrible weather, decent day.

Monday in the Wastelands and an ill wind doth blow, chilling the hearts of men.  

I suppose it had to have happened sooner or later.

"The National Weather Service has issued a Winter Weather Advisory" for this part of the wastelands  Sleet, freezing rain and snow moving in tomorrow.  Yay.  Two to four inches of fluffy white snow shit.  Winds 6-10 gusting 20.  Double Yay.  Currently, -8°C (-13° windchill).  That would be 17° and 8°F for the rest of you.  It was bitterly, read that as angry witches and pissed off brass monkeys cold yesterday.  My day to get out, and do something,  (How was that for a segue?)

Evidently the last Serenity game was enjoyable to one and all, including yours truly.  Things have really turned south for the protagonist characters, I cranked the heat up to about 11 or so.  What started as a simple heist to relieve the Feds of a few unguarded medical and emergency supplies turned into an ambush and slaughter of a squad of purple bellies and the hijacking of enough VZ CN25 Tritium polychlorium, to contaminate a small city with the very potent and lethal nerve agent.  Now instead of just thieves, they're now Browncoat terrorists.

"I don't know what was in the truck, but you've hit a hornet's nest with the same stick you've just poked the bear with,  Every Fed in the Verse is hunting you.  The planet is blockaded, the city is under martial law, and every civilian boat in the docks has got a land-lock on it.  Lay low, we're working on an exit strategy."  

...Tune in next time I said...

Regardless of the genre, I almost always try to end a gaming session with a cliffhanger.   The Players often whine about it, yet, they keep asking for more.  Suckers...


It's dinner/supper time and nearly time for frozen-rubber-disk sports thingy tonight, the Blues are trying for 3 in a row, and still without six key players lost through injury. 

Let's Go Blues!

Thanks for your time...

See you tomorrow.