The current campaign that I'm involved in has been going for 5 years now - the cast has changed but there are still two characters from the original squad. MLWoP has travelled so far from the books most of you wouldn't recognize it, i.e. Slayers been temporarily deposed by Intruder, Mort has seen the occasional sunny day and two new races have been "introduced" to the World of Progress.
Any way to get back into the swing of things here is a little something set in the early days of my squad:
(I'll leave it to you to guess which two are still operating)
The scene: A deserted downtown street. Out of the pouring rain comes a battered and dirty beat up sedan, tyres squeal as it rounds a corner. As it passes the camera pauses on the grafitti scrawled all over it. Following in it's wake, a gleaming red convertible with its canvas roof up and an attractive, expensively dressed strawberry blonde behind the wheel. The camera zooms into the car to see the extra thick seat cushion allowing her to see over the dash. In the back seat rests a sniper rifle longer than she is tall. The camera pulls back to show the custom plates: HOTPANTS
Sabrina "Hotpants" Carver
The camera turns and heads toward the front car, jam packed with people. In the back seat three figures are jammed together. The first, an extremly well endowed frother woman, nibbles on a pencil as she peruses a text book, a MAL AC propped between her knees. Her Crackshot while obviously used has no battle damage at all.
Pascal "Junior" Kingsfield
On the other side a brain waster with sits languidly, a pair of FEN 603s in holsters. In his lap he lovingly cradles a rather large sports bag which is overflowing with cigarette packets. The camera focuses in on his face which shows only contempt.
Pain
Between the two, another 'waster stares off into infinity. His death suit is adorned with ebb enhancement accessories. He quietly fiddles with his flintlocke and squirms to make himself more comfortable without touching the pair either side of him.
Vile
The camera pulls back between the front seats and turns to face the driver. A man whose appearance leaves something unidentifiable to be desired. He turns and acknowledges the camera with a perfect smile and points to the sponsorship packages on his shoulders. Resting across his lap is a combat shotgun with telescopic sites.
Rynard "Superman" Coleman
The camera pivots to show the front seat passenger and immediately you see the perfect male form. Dressed in an immaculate business suit with the tell tale bulge of a large handgun over his left breast. In his hands he cradles an SLA blade which he flips seemingly without care. As the camera starts to pull back the car skids to a halt and he steps from the car and launches the blade at the camera. The screen goes black.
Dr. Derrick Johnson.
The screen remains black and then text rolls up.
"This footage filmed by Jennifer McDonne - Squad KKK media liason. Who is VERY pissed about her camera!"
Stay tuned as Sigerson present Squad KKK during this week's Gorzone.
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