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    46 KB Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)00:56 No.12661791  
    A couple days ago I was talking about a CoC game where my players were basically Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Frank Sinatra, and Nat King Cole. They all had names that were similar, but different so I'll just save the confusion and use the names of their look-a-likes.

    Mind you, /tg/, this was a one-shot and my first time DMing CoC so I adlibbed some of the rules to keep the flow of the game going.

    The Game openned up with me explaining that they'd all been signed on for a Concert to help aid a disease that was beginning to strike more and more of the world, Necrosis. The Convention and concert was to be named Necro-Bop-Icon and the proceeds would be donated to the cause of the disease. But everyone gave me their separate reasons for actually attending the concert.

    Pelvis Pressley was in it for the charity, and as the player put "All the pelvic thrustin' he could handle."

    Swank Finatra didn't give a rat's ass about the kids and was in it for the money and liquor, of course he didn't really let anyone else know that on stage.

    Huddy Bolly was doin' it for the stage-fame as he was just coming out as a famous musician and figured helping people with necrosis was a good way to get some fame.

    Gnat Cing Kole's player simply told me "It's all for the kids, baby."
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:05 No.12661892
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    So they start off back-stage of the concert taking to their agents and managers and such, and they get a briefing on how it's going to go down and the concert begins, but not before the stage-manager tells them that they got a secret donation towards the cause and would have to use the instruments donated as a term.

    The King ain't happy with this predicament, but Huddy Bolly and Gnat cing Kole are fine with it, Swank Finatra steady getting sloshed and already pushing the backstage crew around. The crowd cheers as an announcer says the names of Huddy Bolly and Pelvis Presley go out on stage, with Swank and Gnat hanging in the back, Gnat starts chain smoking and says "Man, ain't it crazy how all the white folks always go first?"

    To which Swank Finatra replies, but not before downing a glass of scotch, "Quit whining ya got'damn spook." Gnat waves him off as a drunken ass honky and Huddy and Pelvis begin to play a song, Huddy playing the guitar for Pelvis' vocals, the crowd goes wild.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:07 No.12661925
    op, your op image is funny, but the caption doesn't make sense. That's not even how the song goes (ye olde speake aside).
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:10 No.12661957
    Doesn't it go

    To the windows, to the wall, til the sweat drip down my balls (mah bawls)
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:11 No.12661958
    Nobody gives a flying fuck, you goddamn retard.

    Op, moar.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:12 No.12661969
    Keep going, OP
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)01:15 No.12661998

    Too wild, in fact, as the guitar and microphone provided begin to turn their music into an ancient language, driving most of the crowd insane, as they begin to maul and jump at eachother, tearing eachother's faces off. But due to Huddy Bolly too focused on rockin', and Pelvis too hopped up on a coke binge, they didn't realize what was happening. In fact the music didn't seem to effect them.

    It didn't effect Swank or Gnat either, as they didn't hear the music backstage and were too busy busting eachothers balls calling eachother every 50's racial term they could think of. In fact, I think they made up a few in real life, Swank now kept referring to Gnat as a Mudskipper, whatever the fuck that is.

    Beside the point, the insane crowd starts to get to into it and start climbing up on stage. Security doesn't try to stop them as they're climbing up on stage too! What's going on, oh, of course they must be tryin' to party with the king!

    "Well it ain't no thang, baby, the king loves a crowd." He says as he begins to... dance with the people on stage, effectively dodging them, while Holly Buddy realizes somethings up and Smashes the guitar over the head of one of the security guard, his head sticking out the other end, Huddy Bolly grabs the guitar, places his foot on the back of the man and pulls it back hard, snapping the mans neck.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:23 No.12662085
    Might want to write this out ahead of time and copypaste it from notepad.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)01:25 No.12662108
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    Now this is good enough to snap Pelvis out of the Drug Cocktail of a consciousness for a moment to realize that these aren't just fans, and hightails it backstage, leaving Huddy Bolly all alone on stage, but instead of running the guitar off the body, and with it the head.

    Now infused as one instrument, Holly Buddy starts playing a vocal guitar and repels them with his kicking solos, causing them to attack eachother instead, the only problem is that his now insane, talking head guitar is causing him to go insane with each note he plays, which he does by the mans hair which has seemingly infused as strings to the guitar, strangely enough.

    Once backstage King tells Swank and Gnat what's happening and realize that the show went sour and have to get out. Swank ain't afraid and pulls out a snub nosed revolver statin' "That's life." While Gnat stuck a second cigarette in his mouth, rotating which one he pulled out with both hands.

    A note is passed to me by Pelvis and I nod back to him to give him the okay, Elvis leads them back to his show-room and reveals a trunk full of weapons. "King's gotta be ready for those gonna take the crown, huh a huh huh." Swank stares at him and downs a flask, Whilt Gnat pulls out a Grease-gun, when Huddy Bolly shows up to the doorway with his new instrument.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)01:33 No.12662166
    Everyone seems a bit disturbed by his appearance, and in fact Swank takes a pot-shot at him, but luckily Pelvis jumped and lowered his hand causing the shot to send into the floor. "That's no monster, that's my little buddeh!" He says.

    Swank stares at The king for a minute before shooting at Huddy Bolly again, hitting him in the leg, before starting to swing his snub nosed around as Huddy collapses in his door, his guitar remarking "Ring-a-ding, baby." Only Huddy heard it though.

    Pelvis decides that the only thing he can do is help stop the bleeding and ties his little buddies leg off with his very expensive coat, before grabbing his favorite weapon out, A trenchgun that he called "The Queen" because it's got all the moves.

    They decided it was probably best to not let Huddy have a weapon in his current state, and nobody was feeling too eager on prying the snub-nosed away from Swank Finatra, who was too busy scatting to himself.

    That's when Gnat pirks up. "I flew in on a plane, cats, I'm sure I could fly that bird."
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:36 No.12662196
    >original song
    To the window \ To the wall \ To the sweat drop down my balls
    To your window, \ To your wall \ 'Til your sweat drips down your balls

    Completely changes the meanings.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)01:37 No.12662201
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    I just started playing in a CoC campaign set in the post WW1-era after GMing a ton of Rogue Trader. Shit's pretty cash.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)01:46 No.12662278
    Huddy Bolly get's visibly bluer, stating that he doesn't trust planes, but The king hushes him up and they all drag him out into the hallway, taking a back maintenance hallway out a backway of the concert, to an empty parking lot.

    The people are goin' crazy, there's no doubt about that and The King's brilliant reasoning is that it must be the necrosis, it must've gotten out, showing that he and nobody else knew what necrosis actually was. This place was a bit in the middle of nowhere, so there was a landing strip out several hundred yards away, the only way to it would be through tons of crazies, The King leading the Queen they begin to put lead into the crowd, before realizing that shooting at thousands of insane people isn't the best idea, and there's nowhere to hide.

    They start becoming circled, and the ammo is running thin, most people result to using their weapons as clubs, Finatra deciding that it's time to kick some faces in with his "Fine crafted white and black, two-tones."

    Survival doesn't look very good, when Huddy stands up, raises his guitar and starts playing, and playing it good. In his mind, at least. What occured next was him slapping on a head in a guitar, when everyone watched horrified, but to the minds of the insane, a solo not meant for this world was being played, causing most of them to start attacking eachother rather than the sane. Though not without a cost.

    Each string that was plucked, the most Huddy's sanity became lost, forcing the survivors to drag him off to the strip, while he continued to still smack on his head-guitar.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)01:57 No.12662374
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    The trek to the airstrip was easier than they'd expected, with Huddy Bolly playing his insanity to the max any insane they'd encounted quickly started to destroy themselves. Of course, it was only good for them, while Huddy Bolly started to see the other realm, fire spitting from his fingers and his guitar, creatures in the night, exchanging glances with his soul, and yet he couldn't stop.

    When they finally reached the plane they knew something was going wrong. Gnat got into the plane and started doing preparations while Huddy wouldn't stop slappin his damn guitar, and he wouldn't get in the plane. Swank doesn't have time for playing with kids and cold cocks him, smacks the guitar out of his hand and stomps it on the curb, causing Huddy to go crazy with anger and pounce on him, and it looked like it was the end for both of them.

    Before the King came around.

    Running up to Huddy, Pelvis grabs his hair, pulling his head up and says "Hold on little buddy, I've got ya!" And this is when he turned his head to me in real life, asking me what he'd have to roll to knock some sanity back in him. I didn't really know so I just said under a ten, and the dice left his hand, scattering upon the table.


    The King proceeds to pelvic thrust Huddy in the face, sending him flying back through the air a couple of feet, removing him from Swank, as well as restoring some of his sanity, though not all.

    They proceeded to pull his unconscious body into the plane, Swank wasn't very willing, but he wanted to get out of here more than kill Huddy.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:12 No.12662493
    The rotors starts up and the plane picks itself off, barreling down the run-way hitting a few crazies before achieving lift off, and they're off. Swank spits in his hand running it through his hair before uttering "Come fly with me, you cocksuckers" before cold-cocking gnat king cole and throwing him out of the pilot seat. It's beginning to become an occuring theme. " I don't trust no mudskipper to fly me to the moon, I'm doin' it my way." Of course a drunk stage performer with no flight experience and the only person WITH flight experience covered in blood and holding his head trying not to throw up does not add up to a good situation, but The King couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't fly, and Huddy was in no state of mind to do it, even if he could.

    Luckily the King was in a good enough state of mind to put a parachute on himself and Huddy before snorting a line of coke whilst Swank is in the process of leading them in a very confusing path to the ground, sending poor Gnat sliding around the Cabin like a pinball.

    Huddy feels his death and he sees it coming. Stuck between the real world and the other, he looks out the window seeing black tendrils reaching out for the plane. He sees the only clear path they could possibly take and keeps quiet, shivering as he looks out the window. He has to get out of the plane. But what's worse, the tendrils are beginning to grip the wings. The plane begins to go into a barrel roll towards the ground, The King grabs huddy, opens the door and jumps with him out the cabin door, sending them both flying through the sky plummeting to the ground, Huddy screaming in terror from the tendrils lashing out at him in his mind.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:20 No.12662564
    Spinning through the air, The king pulls Huddy's cord and kicks him away so he could have room to deploy his own, but it's not enough and it gets tangled in Huddy's leg pulling them both to a spiraling doom. Huddy is clenching his chest tightly, tears and snot streaming from his face, his glasses fly off from the wind.

    Pelvis looks up, and knows what he has got to do, attempting to shout over the wind. "I'll see you at touch-down, little buddy!" And with that, pulls his arms out of his parachute, sending the king down to earth, and allowing Huddy to live as his parachute supported his singular weight once more.

    The plane however was a bigger mess, Gnat flying all over the cabin decides he'll do the only thing he can do as he flies to the front of the plane, attempts to bite Swank. I don't even really know what to do at this point personally, as I tell him to roll, and facepalm in real life as Gnat flies to the front of the plane, and bites out Swanks Jugular vein, before ricocheting back again, causing the front of the planes windshield to cover with blood, it begins spiraling full tilt, straight down. Gnat finally succeeds at grabbing onto something, and looks out of a passenger window to see Pelvis staring right back at him.

    Pelvis gives him a little wink, before they all smash into the ground.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)02:24 No.12662598

    good end
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:28 No.12662635
    Huddy's parachute works well and lands him several yards away from the plane crash and King splatter, unfortunately snapping a knee on the landing, causing him to become dragged by the parachute as he writhes in pain, before managing to get it off.

    Rolling around in the ground he starts to crawl, pulling himself by the hands. He sees the queen in front of him, hardly damaged fortunately enough and grabs it close, checking it.

    No ammo. He clutches it to his chest while he frantically searches his back pocket, emptying a can of guitar picks into it in his crazed state.

    Pulling himself up he uses the queen as a cane before pulling it up after he'd gained his own balance and turning around, facing the wall of black tendrils and fiends approaching. Unsure if real or not, it matters not as in his mind it is true.

    He cocks the Trenchgun, humming "Everyday" to himself.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:28 No.12662645
    Sorry if I gave you a false pretense, the story is over now.

    Unfortunately there are no good endings to CoC.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:32 No.12662670
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    Well, that's the tale!

    I guess /tg/ didn't like my storytime that much, but oh well. You win some, you lose some it seems.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)02:37 No.12662706
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    Read through, wasn't very impressed.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:48 No.12662787
    Oh.... Well, sorry for wasting your time.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)02:50 No.12662810

    Why? Does the song say your window? No, it fucking doesn't.

    I'm sick of niggers coming with this half-assed medieval speak. If you're going to use your thees, thous, thys and thines, learn to fucking use them properly. And -est does NOT go on the end of every verb, you morons.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:51 No.12662828
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    I didn't make the picture, just liked it.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)02:55 No.12662857

    Then thou hast poor taste, sirrah.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)02:56 No.12662875
    Sorry thine anonymous.
    >> OP 11/03/10(Wed)04:02 No.12663304
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    Well I liked it OP
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)10:20 No.12665180
    I thought this was the shit. I'm gonna steal this, OP.

    >tokerble effect

    You wouldn't happen to be a pot head, would you OP?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)10:34 No.12665270
    I thought it was good, and some of the musical references were funny.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/10(Wed)10:47 No.12665329
    I'm glad you decided to go through with it, OP! We probably would have lynched you if you didn't.
    >> Lazarus, Disciple of Mr. Rogers !!SLsi7pvdXqW 11/03/10(Wed)10:49 No.12665345
    It's a perfect game of CoC when the only guy living in the team is also the one missing most of his sanity points.

    DOUBLE BONUS for making Buddy Holly the only one to survive a plane crash. I bet Pelvis' player was determined to make that happen.

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