Turn 1: This Place Has Terrible Service
Remember why I'm here.
Using your amazing acting skills, you try to
remember your character motivation. Your mind breaks past a strong mental barrier, and you remember coming across a village! This village however contained no traces of Spanish and/or central American influence. Such influence would be illogical, as the village was on an alien planet in deep space. As you make this realization, the bartender looks at you and reaches under the counter for something.
Summon up some ladies to ogle my buff latin wrinkles
"Well you lovely whippersnappers, eet ees no problem, so long as I have my Heart Medication [in little blue pill form ] I care not where we take our rest naps."The last buttons on your silk shirt fly across the room as you
flex two latinas to your side! One of them pushes you back into your chair as they surround you.
Remember what business I was conducting here.
*cough* "Way I see it, gentlemen, we have two options to get out of here: walk out the bar, or pick a bar fight and fight our way out. I leave the choice to you."You
remember your last job, to recover a set of vital documents from some natives and return them to the galactic mining company that hired you. Mexican cantinas were just about the last thing this mission involved.
(Dark Sorceror) Torch the bar.
Magical energy
swirls around your hand, and you prepare to unleash a jet of flame across the bar.
"Coming to consciousness with no recollection of what I was doing or where I'm going. Hrm. Unless you have any better ideas, I believe the best course of action obvious."(Random Things Always Happen to Me) Check out the bar area for clues.
"I seem to remember a race or driving test or something. Weren't any of you there?"You stand up from the table and
scan the bar, the eyes of the shady patrons following you along. The bandito quits sharpening his knife and stands up to face you.
"¿Qué necesitas, amigo?" he says, in an oddly poor Mexican accent. Your gut clenches. Something feels wrong.
"Wait... my ear itches. Maybe something is coming our wa--A jet of flame shoots across the room and ignites the bandito, and he looses an unearthly scream of pain! His flaming poncho scatters embers as a cluster of tentacles sprouts from his back. His human disguise sloughs off and piles on the floor sickeningly, and a halo of crackling flame spreads over the wall behind him!
The bar patrons stand up and screech in tandem, their bones crackling as they prepare to shed their disguises. The two latinas grab Abel and body slam him onto the table, holding tightly to his arms!
DermDark Sorceror (4/4)
Heroic Comedic Sociopath (2/2)
Mad Doctor (2/2)
Friends in strange places (2/2)
Inventory: Robe, Hat, Staff of Horrors, Syringe
Leonard NimoyActor (4/4)
Scientist (2/2)
Science Fiction (2/2)
William Shatner (2/2)
Inventory: Ear Prosthetic, Communicator (2), Lab Coat
Abel Siegfried AlehandroGeezer (4/4)
Latin Lover (3/3)
Bimbo (3/3)
Inventory: Rose (in mouth), Silk Shirt, Speedo, Heart Medication
Retsaot, the Walking ParadoxRandom Things Always Happen to Me (4/4)
Mechanic (3/3)
Driver (3/3)
Inventory: Wrench, Coveralls, Pocket Watch
Nagano ItalianoConman (4/4)
Gangster (3/3)
Thief (3/3)
Inventory: Pistol, Lockpick, Hat, Suit