“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.

'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.

Similar to threads I've seen on other rpg sites, this is a collection of things I or others in my group have learned while role-playing. Feel free to add to the scroll with your memorable experiences at the table.

Cramped crawl spaces, virtually all starships have them, and usually most players ignore them. Unless a nasty alien gets loose inside the ship, even many Gms don't give them a second thought..

Here are 30 other issues that could require some crawl space access and provide an interesting sub plot.

A modern day horror story focused around an (supposedly)abandoned insane asylum

This a post apocalypse adventure/horror novel, the prologue of which I’m putting up here and will be updating with further chapters.

Rated R for graphic violence and some profanity.

A Sci-fi tale surrounding a Earth force captains first command and battle against an unknown alien race.

This is the first 2 1/2 chapters of my on going Battlefield promotion novella, I have attempted to blend third and first person writing together in a smooth natural fashion, and strived to keep true to the details of space as it's understood by modern astronomy today.

It may be a bit slow to pick up the pace in the beginning, but it does gain momentum.

For those who are curious I'd consider this story to be rated PG-13 or R due to descriptive violence.

“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)

I am going to talk candidly about the movie, so spoiler alert.

Why exactly is necromancy banned in most countries? It’s more then just “ Because it’s Evil.”

What happens when you have two cows?