R.I.P. Chalur, the winged, fire-blasting, chameleonic,
injury-doubling, arachnophobic Mutant Human.
Your crippling mutations combined with even more crippling
decision paralysis in the heat of every battle would've done you in
eventually...
...so perhaps it's a kindness that a teammate's Critical
Miss with an implosion mace both pulverized your ribcage and detonated
all your ammo in the same fumbled swing.
Your corpse will provide a sumptuous feast for the local
crawfrogs and frogdads. As you arose from the swamp, so shall you return.
—
This Saturday's Mutant Future session was a doozy,
what with the Ancient bunker and the blood-sucking freakjob and its thralls and the missing
henchmen and the universal decryption box and the new doll-sized mutant
teammate and the three-armed necro-specialist and the fungus-giants and the quest for airboat fuel and the six Critical Misses in a row (4
from the PCs, 2 from the Mutant Lord) and the mayhem and the first PC death.
