thread: 2011-11-14 : Nutso Many Games
On 2011-11-21, Vincent wrote:
Alas! We won't be. We'll be visiting my family out in New York State.
Here's an episode from Burning Reservoir Dogs, though. Contains swears.
Mr Green: Look what I have! [holds up a hand grenade]
Mr Cotton: Holy fuck, kid. Put that away. What the fuck.
Mr Cotton: Where did you even get that?
Mr Green: On the internet.
Mr Cotton: Fuck. Kid. What the fuck.
-later-
Mr Cotton: There's been a mistake.
Mr Burlap: Mr Big set us up.
Mr Cotton: He's my uncle. He didn't fuckin set us up.
Mr Burlap: Fuckin whatever. If you trust him you trust him.
Mr Burlap: But the fact is, he sent thugs to fuckin murder us.
Mr Cotton: Because of a mistake.
Mr Burlap: Whatever. The fact fuckin is.
Mr Burlap: So what do we do?
Mr Green: [holds up a hand grenade]
Mr Cotton: No fuckin way. Kid, put that fuckin thing—
Mr Cotton: [thinks]
Mr Green: [grins]
Mr Burlap: Kid that's the best fuckin idea any of us ever had.
In a game full of colossal dice disasters, Mr Green swerves into a side street to break line of sight, hands off driving, rolls out of the car, and perfectly times his grenade to go off under the thugs' car. Four die rolls in a row turn up 4 or 5 successes on 6 or 7 dice. Nuts! Mr Cotton and Mr Burlap execute the thugs as they stumble out of their car. Two minutes later we're back on the road.
We're sitting there staring at Mr Green, who's grinning like he knew it would work all along.
It was hot.
P.S.
GM: Did you check the trunk?
Luke: I forgot.
