Sgt. Curtin's page

Oh too GD funny that zombie token ...I fit to bust a gut when I saw that.

Seeing Johnnie's smart manuver, Patrick screams at the top of his lungs

Hey all y'all better get your asses out here! We're getting attacked for our stuff!

After that Patrick shuts the side door, standing beside the idling van and waiting for the approaching man, scanning for any accomplices.

Patrick stands firm.

"I aint letting no one take my van!" he screams "Get your friend in safe and tell the others we got trouble!"

Patrick is frozen for a second .... he is not quite processing what he sees, his mind not yet ready to make that fearful leap into the realm of darkness.

"Hey you @zzhat!" he screams "Stand off or you'll get a piece of this!"

Patrick brandishes his greatsword, ready to strike if neccessary.

Patrick looks over at the wild-eyed Johnnie. Sensing his distress, he snatches up his sword.

"What's the matter, man? Are there looters or gangbangers about?"

Patrick's Iraq instincts cut in, and he scans the area for trouble.

Spot: 1d20=10

corralled everyones init:
Patrick: +2
Dave: +2
Sam: +3
Johnnie: +6
Mike: +2
Mary Ann: Unknown

So:
Johnnie: 17
Sam: 14
Everyone else: 13

Basic roll: 1d20=11

Yeah that and a pump-action shotgun and ol' Sgt. Curtin be sittin' in the catbird seat! <chee chee!>

Patrick smiles at the retreating parkour practicioner.

"The sword ain't Army issue unless you want to consider the West Kingdom a military organization."

Sarge - a bench grinder

You'll need a plug in and an hour or so.

Yeah, actually should be using mine to sharpen my lawn mower blade to discipline the rebellious lawn, but it's so DAMN HOT here! LOL I'd settle for a nice long piece of Arkansas whetstone and a little honing oil (and 3 hours of peace)

LOL actually Radavel metagamed that one. I never actually said I was military, but here goes.

"Actually I am a sergeant in the US Army, but I have a lot of family that live in Canada. I was on a long vacation after getting off a tour of Babylon ..errr... Iraq. I'll watch the cars, but I really need a bench grinder or a good sharpening stone."

Patrick points to the honkin' big sword on the van's floor.

"I think it wont do much against guns, but for a regular looter it might keep them off our backs."

Sgt. Curtin wrote:

... greatsword...

You probably need to sharpen it. Bringing it across the border might have been a serious problem otherwise.

Might want to get yourself a grinder from Ace before you leave.

Patrick looks for a bench grinder among the loot. The next person who brings stuff to him he asks for them to get one.

I am indeed staying by the van, helping load any goodies we find. Also, I have brought my greatsword within reach in case of looter trouble.

Patrick stands at the sliding door of his van, reorganizing the contents and tossing out random roadtrip trash in a most unPC manner (hey it's the apocalypse, and I'm in a hurry --he thinks guitily).

While reorganizing he attempts to contact his Aunt Terri

A Terri WRU in hosp? I M coming 4 U. We R going to woods to hide. Give me a loc U R at. P

Also posting a list of items the van had under profile, never got to it before ..mea culpa

Hooooly crap! 24 hours and 50-odd posts ...yikes!

Patrick repies to Johnnie A while ago, LOL

"She said it was Van General."

Upon helping with the 'shopping' and seeing the Grainge catalog.

"That's a place we should hit."

I am going to try and absorb all the info in the posts. Bear with me :)

Patrick looks around as things start to move fast.

"OK, if the plague is airborne, we need to get away. There's only one problem."

Patrick points to his phone.

"I just got a message from my aunt that she is trapped in the local hospital. I can't in good concience leave her there. I have to try and get to her, but that hospital is probably at the eye of the sh*tstorm."

Patrick looks grim.

"I'll help gettting you guys started, but after I am going to the hospital. If you want to stay with me and help I would appreciate it, but I understand if you don't. I don't really feel like going to the hospital myself, but it is what it is."

<to the tune of Camptown Races> Heading to the hardware store ... chainsaw ...chainsaw...

Man get me to that landscaping store ....chainsaws FTW!

BTW kudos on the map Kruelaid ...simply exquisite.

Patrick takes Sam's hand and shakes it briefly

"The name's Patrick, pleased to meet you. I have a large van, just need to clear a bit of Ren fair trash and other junk out of it and it can fit everyone here, even that guy on the roof if we can get him."

Patrick looks distracted for a second.

"I came up here to Vancouver to visit my aunt, but I can't reach her. I hope whatever's going on she's OK. You said something about a grocery nearby Sam? Might be a good idea to stock up a bit, and maybe head out of town till things cool off. "

Patrick thinks aloud

"Since there are a lot of mountains about I would guess the water supply hereabouts is gravity fed. That's good for us, means the water pressure will stay up even if the power goes. Does anyone know what's up in the mountains hereabouts? Any parks or preserves or such? We might want to stay clear of this contagion if at all possible."

Patrick continues packaging items in bags while talking.

Johnnie shoves a paper bag into the hands of Sgt. Patrick Curtin. "Fill the bag up with food. You'll need food whatever you decide to do."

Patrick starts shoving overpriced pastries into the paper sack.

"Amen to that. Might as well fill up on the perishables and find some canned goods for later. Anyone have an idea where there is a grocery store around here? I have a van if anyone needs a lift. I figure whatever happening we're going to need some backup and supplies, no?"

Patrick starts collecting the bottled waters from the small cooler by the cash register.

"Probably be a good idea to get all the bottled water we can too. No telling what Vancouver's water supply is like. If it is gravity fed we're OK, but if it needs power to maintain pressure we could be stuck with no fresh water soon."

Seeing the gentleman filling up a thermos and grabbing some pastries galvanizes Patrick to action. Heck, he didn't play all that Gamma World and read all those end of the world novels for nothing!

Never figured I'd actually be stranded in one He thinks

Patrick moves over to where the man is filling up and joins him in his task. He glances over and smiles.

"Hi I'm Patrick. I guess you have the right idea, getting a little food together, eh? Might be a while before we have any fresh baked goods again."

Patrick extends his hand to Johnnie Rico.

Fantastic name BTW Radavel ...LOL

Patrick sits at his seat, looking out at the chaos beginning to envelop Vancouver.

"Of all the times to be in Canada ..." He mutters, looking at the last few patrons at this Starbucks.

"Excuse me, is anyone getting any mobile signal?" He asks aloud.

He knows he is in some deep doo doo no matter what happens. If this blows over he is facing AWOL charges, even though he had leave it was probably cancelled immediately, but he never got a call on his cell telling him to return to Monterrey. Fat lot of good nursemaiding a bunch of high-strung teenage linguist wunderkinds would have been anyway, be like giving the local high-school math club assault weapons and telling them to defend the perimeter. Most of them probably broke their contract and dropped over the wall anyway.

Patrick sighs, and sips his bitter coffee.

"If the end of the world's gonna happen, why can't I have a Dunkin Donuts, or for God's sake at least a Tim Horton's coffee?" He says to no one in particular.

Maybe he's meeting his agent or something.

Well this is a game dealing with the flesh-eating soulless undead after all, so that would work.

I love the smell of burning zombie in the morning ... smells like victory.

You've got one Dodge Ram van that you bought for a steal from an Italian grocery with mafia connections. It smells a little of salami and you think they used it to dispose of dead bodies.

You are a kruel and heartless GM. A salami-smelling Dodge van? Jeeze with a ride like that I will welcome the zombie who puts me out of my misery :P

Your call.

A van's cool. It has to be painted like the 'Mystery Machine' though. I always coveted that hippy adventure spook bus.

<Looks for a top view of a Firebird for the map.>

Convertible?

No it was hard top. Hmm.. maybe I should just get a van.

That's fine, but most training swords, even if they're are REAL, are not usually sharpened.

So you have some sharpening to do.

You want a van?

A jeep? Something like that?

I was thinking a '69 Pontiac Firebird. I once owned one ... sharp pony car, fast too with the V8 350 in it. Maybe not the best for zombie evasion, but hey ...

OK, did a bit of noodling with Ol' Sgt. Curtin yesterday. Finalized stats, feats, etc. I am making him a Ren rat and/or SCA guy (I have almost been roped into both several times) so that I could start with a lil' bit of armor and a big piece of iron to cleave with. If this is stretching things I will retcon.

Klaatu ... Barrada .. <nrhurmph!>

Listen up you primitive screwheads ... this ... is my BOOMSTICK!

Shop smart ... shop S-Mart ...

Patrick, I think the campaign will benefit from a few viewings of the "Evil Dead" Series.

First you wanna kill me ... then you wanna kiss me ... screw.

A zombie movie isn't nothin' without a woman. Thanks for carrying the torch.

Don't worry about screaming and weeping, though, Sgt. Curtin will be doing all that.

Sgt. Curtin never sceams and or weeps! I'm gonna smoke you like a cheap cigar son! FRONT! BACK! GO!!!!!!!!!!

Got my avatar up, not much else. I figure that I had stayed in the Army for a second tour, then been kept in by the current unpleasantness. (as many of my Arabic-linguist friends have by the pernicious stoploss policy). I was vacationing in Vancouver, visiting my aunt Terri (who indeed once lived there at one point before returning to Cape Breton) when the zombie plauge began.

Gotta say this avatar has the perfect expression! Looks like he is staring at a pack of zombies shuffling in at him doesn't it?