The classic swamp, filled with a purveying dampness and faint mist. Clouds of buzzing biting insects drift over vast expanses of soggy marsh and brackish water. Lone trees tilt towards the sky, struggling against the purveying rot.

Swamplands are a unique environment and therefore offer you unique game play options.

This article will give you ideas on how to bring your swamps to life and make the most of these interesting settings - regardless of how powerful the PCs are.

After a little urgin gfrom Valadarr I've put togther a short article detailing how to organize your campaign on a compuiter to make finding notes and key images a breeze to show the players or print for handouts as desired.

'Fists of Fury? I wonder if these bandits ever realized their intimidatin' name sounds more like the title of a gay porno?' –Jessy, pondering how much of a threat the prison gang truly poses..

'I'm going to do you a favor and not ask how you know so much about gay porno titles okay?'-Riley, not missing the opportunity to poke fun at the old man.

'Do yourself a favor and never visit one of those 24 hour video rental stores to make a phone call when your truck breaks down.' –Jessy, remembering the first and last time he frequented an adult video store.

“Thomas Baker? An interesting name for a Bakery store owner.” –Heather, musing over their new acquaintances name.

“Back in the day it was common for people to have last names based on their profession. Smith would be a blacksmith, Carpenter a woodworker, and so forth." –Renee, showing off her intellect.

“If that’s true, then what about John Hancock?” Jessy, being a dirty old man, like usual.

“Whooeee Uncle! you smell like the inside of a cows butt hole!” -Tommy Booths, commenting on his uncles new “cologne.”
“So does his breath.” -Renee Black, quietly stating the obvious.

Session #1 may be found Here.

“On second thought I might just get ‘mself a preachers collar and a rabbi cap, jus in case.” -Jessy Hannaford discussing the “spray and pray” method of full auto fire with Riley.

“You’d better bring a bible for your last rites as well, and shovel, ’cause if your “friendly fire” comes within spitting distance of me or my pups again, I’ll bury your grizzled, dehydrated, jerky lov’n ass on boot hill!” -Heather Wilks, still fumed about Jessy’s last full auto experience almost killing her.

“I see why they call her a hound master now, that gals one right bitch most’a the time.”-Jessy Hannaford’s quiet observation spoken to Riley.

“And to think this time last year, my biggest worry was keeping my bowels move’n on a regular schedule.” -Jessy Hannaford, reminiscing about the good o’l days.

“Hey, that’s one upside of a zombie apocalypse; you’re never constipated for very long.” -Riley Stetson, proving there’s a positive side to every situation.

“Fly? Anyone can fly a plane, it’s easy. Landing it in one piece, now that’s a might bit trickier.” –Renee Black, clarifying her piloting skills.

“That reminds me why they tell you to put your head between your knees when assuming a crash position, it’s so you can kiss your ass goodbye.” –Jessy Hannaford, remembering basic flight safety.

'Finally! Someone other then me gets covered in nasty crap!' –Jessy, relieved at avoiding being covered in dog puke.

'At least until you have to clean your nephew up anyway.' –Heather, reminding him of the unpleasantly obvious.

'With how fast you go though bullets you should buy stock in an ammunition retailer.' -Renee's advice to Jessy after realizing how fast he burned through over one hundred .9mm rounds.

'My chain of retail stores Hannaford's actually sells a large selection of ammo, firearms, and firearm accessories.' –Jessy, his usual sarcastic self.

'I'd Kiss you Jessy, but after everything that's wound up in your beard of the past few weeks I'd probably catch the plague and become a zombie.' -Heather Wilks, grateful for Jessy's brilliant landing location.

'That might jus be an improvement to both yer looks and yer attitude.'-Jessy Hannaford, being his sarcastic self.

'At least with most of the industrial plants off line the air pollution level of the world will go down. Soon you'll be able to smell a rose bush a few hundred yards away.'–Renee, noting one of the few bright points to the collapse of civilization.

'Yep, before long everyone will be able to enjoy the scent of rotten cadavers on the evening breeze for miles.'-Jessy, pointing out the unpleasantly obvious.

'Given their stench hides the reek of your cigars I can't rightly complain.' –Heather, wishing Jessy would give up his nasty habit.

'Man I could really go for a burrito; do ya think Taco Bell still has anything edible in their freezers?' –Tommy, longing for fast food.

'I doubt it, the powers out across most of the country, and after a few months without juice their freezers are prolly pretty nasty.'-Renee, reminding him of the unpleasantness of reality.

'It's Taco Bell, I doubt you'd notice any difference.' –Heather, remembering her last unpleasant visit to the food chain.

“Ya know, I never took Riley for the hearts & kisses boxer shorts type of mechanic.” –Heather, commenting on Riley’s choice of undergarments.

“Could be he was inspired by your short skirt and no undergarment approach to every day life?”-Renee, commenting on Heather’s choice of no undergarments.

“Do ya think we should offer any of these panties to Heather to replace her missing set?” –Riley, referencing the lingerie covering his windshield.

“And ruin the best form of entertainment around now pay per view is gone?” –Jessy, being a dirty old man like usual.

“What made you think all these naked dummies were zombies?” –Renee, still amazed at Jessy’s lack of control.

“Because normal people don’t stand around naked in the rain?" –Jessy, displaying his “common sense.”

“I can’t help but wonder if this whole undead business is restricted to humans or if it affects animals too.” –Riley, pondering the effects of The Wave.

“You do know humans are just another animal in the grand scheme of evolution right?" –Renee, showing off her intellect yet again.

“Ssh! Not so loud, you might tempt fate into having us find out!” -Heather, displaying an unusually superstitious fear of fate. (And of tempting the GM)

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