Last night we played the second in the "Amazing Adventures of Dutch Oven and the Fearless Five" Pulp campaign. I've been busy redoing my jungle terrain and Basement General Steve brought the temples, miniatures and the crazy-ass back story. Plus, the flicker tea-lights and "smoke" made it all very atmospheric...
Continuing the story, Dutch Oven, his arch nemesis Victor Von Zombie, Rip Daring and his crew, and Roxy Rocket and her League were all returning from the Arctic to their various lairs when they are shot down over a mysterious island by a Death Ray.
The plot points: The radio atop a watch tower, the Death Ray, and vial of green blood, the trap door to Doctor Terror's lair which could only be opened after tracking down the monkey who was the only one with the security code.
We had six players. Me and the other Jay controlled Doctor Terror and his denizens of Terror Island. A collection of Dr. Moreau-esque mutants and stranded pirates turned henchmen, included Juan Jorge (more on him later).
The truce between the players didn't last long. With the clock ticking, there was a mad dash to plot points. Doc Terror's forces focused on delaying them and funneling them towards the Kraken at the center of the jungle.
In true Pulp Alley fashion, Followers and Minions dropped quickly. All accept Juan Jorge, a nondescript pirate lackey who JUST WOULDN'T DIE! He alone held up the advance of Roxy Rocket's League and harrying Rip Daring's. "Ju in Juan Jorge's case now!"
Von Zombie ended up getting the radio, Rip the vial and Roxy tracked down the monkey only after he scratched the eyes out of an ally, Flint Michigan.
While trying to get to the evil Doctor himself, our Hero, Dutch Oven had to face the monstrous Kraken. He made good account of himself, but it was the end of the game, so we can only imagine the titanic battle that ensued.
Some truly epic moments. We are getting the hang of large Pulp Alley games and you just couldn't beat the story. Unfortunately for my wife, the game room is directly beneath our bedroom. I'm sure the constant uproar of laughter kept her up.
I am once again thankful for the gaming group and understanding wife I have. All good sports that understand we are, after all, just playing with soldiers.