Editing SGA 2003 Archive (section)

=It Came From The Desert=
; Game System
: [http://www.peginc.com/Games/Savage%20Worlds/Savage%20Worlds.htm Savage Worlds]
; Pitch
:The 4-H club has taken it upon itself to ensure that America's children experience the blessed rugged heart of America: the Rockies. For a week, you've tromped around the mountains with a posse of kids, seeing the spring waterfalls and the mountain goats and the bright, bright mountain stars. Now, you're exhausted, and it's time to get home.

:Home is Sweet Creek, Colorado, population 1043, which is, as the sign says, "the Pumpkin Capital of the Foothills." Sweet Creek is an All-American town. It's the home of test pilot Buck Drinkwalter and the boxer Harold "Wide Mouth" Mason, and the A-league Sweet Creek Sweets.

:But alas, trouble struck on the road. The five of you -- the cheerleader, the nerd, the reporter, the social studies teacher, and the delinquent*--were riding in the teacher's Jeep when it blew out a tire. The spare was flat, and Mr. James in the school bus didn't seem to notice that you weren't behind him anymore. You had to walk fifteen miles to the next town to get a tow and a new tire, and that was this morning. What should have been a four-hour ride home has taken all day.

:Now, it's after suppertime, getting close to dark, when you round the last hill before Sweet Creek and see....
; Game Master
:Johnzo
; Players
:Wilhelm, Alan B., Kate, and others.
; Characters
: Alan B. had the teacher.  I believe Wil had a reporter.
; Date
: Monday, Sept. 15, 2003 in Cardhaus' sweaty back room.
; Technical Notes
:This was all miniatures on whiteboards.  The bugs were purchased at Archie McPhee's.  I had ants and spiders and honeybees and locusts.
; Recaps
:The bugs attacked while the flat was half-changed.  There was a bridge involved.  Weapons were improvised from a high-school chem lab.  At one point, the bugs tore a rag top off a car and feasted on the soft, chewy innards.
; Player Thoughts
: '''Kate:''' I thought the "It Came From the Desert" came was five different flavors of fun, personally. I had a great time playing a 1950's juvenile delinquent rebel-without-a-cause type--James Dean's girlfriend, that was me--caught in a bad horror movie about giant bugs. There was some great chemistry between me and the nerd; in-party conflict is a lot of fun when it doesn't actually come to blows ("Roll for initiative, monkey-boy!")... one of my favorite games ever was just me--a dwarf that was essentially Lara Croft as a midget--and a snotty elvish mage where we spent the majority of the session bantering back and forth and cracking the DM up so bad he could barely run the adventure. (If Joe Zurla's still on this list, he may remember running that game about a year and a half ago...)  Anyway, so, yeah, that game rawked. *grin*
; Additional GM Thoughts
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