Gamma World

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"She's Boodra." "Boodra?" Skerald turned to his new found friend and explained. "A witch.. With an altered womb." "How old do you think she is?" "Young! Beautiful! I've never seen anything more beautiful.." "She's likely well over 100 year." "If you ever meet her again, put your guards up brother. For she will cast the Meaning Spell on you, and suck out your soul for herself." "You speak the truth?" "Oh yes. He speaks the truth. You will die a death more agonizing than the alligator's. And she will sit on your face and consume you from a man to a husk. Food for her immortality.."

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One of the interesting things about this story is the men themselves.. the victims. Even now, as a voyeuristic fantasizer, I myself find her irresistable. The fact that I'm going to die is redundant. I'd do it anyway. Well, imagine what these victims are feeling. How do you save one? Talk about being buried alive.. And that would be one of the storylines. One of the themes. You can't. Or it's very hard to. As far as her victim's concerned, as far as his mind is concerned, he is in heaven. She's like the most dangerous ninja anyone's ever seen do nothing. Because she doesn't have to do anything. She doesn't have to fight.. she doesn't have to seduce.. she doesn't have to speak or argue.. she does nothing, and he is consumed into place. Frozen.

Even during her "eating". If some warrior came in the room? And interrupted her and got her off of him? And half his body was eaten away? He'd still not want to be saved..

It's pretty powerful. :)

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When I see a bum wrapped around a man's face? A beautiful woman's bum? I think to myself: That guy is in heaven. HE thinks to himself: I'm in heaven. But what's going on underneath? The zoom on this freak'n camera is not strong enough! GIT A MICROSCOPE! What the hell is going on underneath? Let's ask her..

"I'm eating him."

[Rich]

Dude! That's AWSOME!
I'd be a dead man! :carrotdan :carrotdan :carrotdan :thumbsup:

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Thanks Rich. :)

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"What is that beast?" "Centauri." "It's one of the ancient's battleships. It used to fly in the skys as light as a Antelop's feather." "That thing? As light as an Antelope?" "It's also where we'll find the medicine machine." "Be on guard though.. It's magic is well known. There will be others there."

In the distance was a massive broken hull slowly being eaten up by the undergrowth of vines and rootless trees. Walkers.. Even with a broken back her hull sparked an amazing attraction in each of the three warrior's minds. Like a premonition. Once a science now an art for a new generation. Derd's foot was festering. But he limped, following the others over the hillside to the mile or so of that massive ship's broken entryway. Skerald was right though.. she was home to many a friend and fowl. A house of many battles..

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Gamma World was unlike any other place the world had ever made for itself. Everything was mutated. Some things extinct.. but most everything else genetically accelerated and diabolically changed. Sometimes for the worse.. sometimes for the better. But one thing was certain; Mother Earth was an alien planet. A place of fear and sheltering. Her openness had forever changed into mindscare and acidic like firey fierceness that never relented.. Animals, even creatures once docile and harmless, had all turned to a darker side. The tiniest of which might have unexpectedly the mightiest of bites. And for men, her animosity was especially ugly. Deaths always happened everywhere.. in the calmest of storms. People dieing everywhere of new and mysterious things only one of which would set the mind scurrying for the nearest closet, a terror. In order to survive you had to have a weapon. And you had to have a mutation. A magic. An armor. An ability your body absorbed instead of rejected that would transcend your survival only slightly further.. for the fight. And a fight was a good thing. A soft thing..

Out in the distance was a bigone era of a forgotten race. Only their technical wonder a marvel.. the rest a warrior's campfire fantasy. An embelishment.. for sanity's sake. "The Ancients".. the ancestors, the people who destroyed themselves for Gamma World. And they talked.. Like they always did. Like they had to. About them.. in the wake of that mighty ship's encroachment. The broken Centauri. Derd's doctor.

Already the smell of his wound was attracting unsavory attentions.. And her roof almost seemed welcoming, though more than one hundred feet high. "They were giants." They said.

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Once antaceptic white, the Centauri was now a trampled mud green. Full of vegetation, algae like that pushed out the many panels from the walls of its corridors rusted dirty. A swamp of ancient metal.. Derd pulled out of his bag of tricks a light stick, panicing the hallway with many reflected eye as far as the beam could see. "Which way?" "Towards the front of the ship." Cal asked the old Skerald: "You've been here before?" "Many years ago. This place is home to many. But we will be safe if we stay on the path. See?" And he pointed to an old scraped out symbol on the wall. "The medicine machine." "It will heal Derd's foot?" "It heals all but death. Come.." And he walked while the others turned and stared at one another. "Come! Be brave." And they followed.

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Suddenly Derd stopped, and old Skerald knew why. He sensed it too. "What?" "Something's up ahead." Cal pulled out his pistol, a scared kid in the dark. The business end shook and quivered like a Bedoin Worm's gape before it's bite. "What?" "The Rancor."

"Does he sense us?" Skerald asked the wounded psychic. "I don't think so. I think he's here for the same thing we are." "Then we should wait." Cal said, terrified. He knew what the Rancor was. An awesome demon.. A creature that loved hate. "He must be wounded." "He is." "Badly?" "I can't tell." And Skerald, probably the only warrior there who wasn't afraid, stared down at the algae floor in deep thought. "You can't negotiate with him my friend." "There's only one way out of this place. This way." Skerald said, sarcastically. "You can't." Cal was shivering uncontrollably. "His life is evil." "His wound is mortal. And he doesn't know.." "Ah.."

"What? What!"

One does not truley know evil until one is forced to negotiate with it. Usaully, the most anyone has ever accomplished is a stalemate. Inside that narrow corridor was a creature beyond reason. A creature of habit. A habit of death and destruction. Once a man, the Rancor was an 11 foot tall skinny devil with a huge skull and a mouth that only spoke fire. The sound of it's voice was a scab on mankind's brain. An echo that drove him crazy, like a dolphins sonar pulse stunning a fish for it's eating. Wounded, it far outmatched them. Wounded and in the Centauri's sick bay corridor, it would kill all three men with merely a chambered thought. But Skerald was blessed with the mutation of deduction.. And he knew that there was a chance the Rancor would listen. A ride on a devil's back..

"Tell him we're here. Tell him we'll help him." "No!"

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[fsmepls]

was hoping that you were serious about leaving headpop =-(

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Yup.. well, this story is almost over anyway. The Rancor lets them pass telling them two things. 1) That their deaths won't come from him but yet lays ahead, and 2) that should they survive and reach the machine he won't let them out until they help him. He's a real raunchy demon man, but something really took a bite out of him. Until they reach the next hurdle they tell tales about him.

The Boodra is up ahead though. She's a 50th century nurse.. or the 50th centuries version of one. And hungry for men.. When she doesn't eat for a long time her image fades in and out of this older uglier woman. But it's not anything electrical or visual effect like.. but it's you! It's in your mind.. and when it flickers it's like every cell in your body is doing summersalts.. not painful but freaky. She ends up getting the old Skerald. He sacrifices himself, but not before he turns on his belt enveloping the two of them in a 30'th century personal force field. She tells him she'll inevitably get free while she's grinding his face, because she'll read his mind. But Cal and Derd get to the machine.. a monolithic device that looks like a cyclops and it cures Derd of his infectious mortal wound.

And when they finish they leave Skerald behind.. a pornorgraphic blue movie to behold. Especially to Cal who still has a Gamma World displaced libido. He knows his friend is being killed, but by "perfection". And they find a opened ventilation shaft. Avoiding the Rancors trap, but opening a whole new world of terrors and treasures to be had finding the way out..

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Incidently, Skerald dies a happy man. One of his mutations other than deduction is his body has completely abolished all his sense of pain. It even frustrates the Boodra a little. He can see it in her downward stare. Normally the Boodra's torture is excruciating after the first or second day. Because the body runs out of fantasy and she sucks down to the bone.. But Skerald was born unable to feel pain. She eats him, turns the forcefield off, and follows the other two up the ventilation shaft.

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You might ask what was going on? Was there a stalemate between the Boodra and the Rancor? It's somewhat a mystery.. But you can't understand the Boodra until you understand what she does. When she consumes you, she consumes everything you are. Your life and your knowledge and understandings. When you fight her you fight everyone she's ever eaten, AND her powers of seduction. And the Rancor wanted something from her that she didn't want to give. Keeping her starving in the Centauri's sickbay. A titan war that the Rancor was losing. But the Rancor wasn't a creature of needs. So it's somewhat intriguing what he wanted. Whatever the reason, that battle could have been going on for years and years.. maybe even since the last time Skerald was there. She certainly was very hungry.. because Skerald watched his sight turn to stone while she grinded him away in ecstacy. He willed his mind into a love make trying not to think about the truth.. But she's got many tastebuds. And the pain one is pretty important to her. And she's oozing for Cal.. With just a 3 day headstart on her.

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Anyway, they meet all sorts in Centauri. It's a whole other world. And artifacts in Gamma World are technological wonders (generally) instead of works of magic. I think that's what was interesting about gamma world.. it kinda made an imaginary link between magic and technology (the radiation factor). The future being the same as the past.

I had a map of the Centauri.. and it was a huge ship. 10 Miles long.. In some places nearly a mile tall. The sickbay still functioned and a lot of other systems too. But what was more interesting was the way it interfaced with the new world. Talking frogs.. vines that used the cafeteria's food dispensors.. a bunch of other stuff. Comical but mysterious.

Fun game. :)

Walking down a corridor, part metal part swamp.. you see this toad. And it goes: "What the fuck are you looking at?"

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There was this Gimp. A new species in Gamma World.. That was part gecko and part bear. It was small like a gecko, but furry and had this habit of twitching.. Anyway, up on the bridge of the Centauri the master computer had been fooled into thinking the Captain of the ship, a Captain Brenner, was still alive and talking to it. And it was this Gimp.. The characters in the game would see this tiny little furry creature (venomous, I might add.. so don't get him mad) talking in this strange tongue (not english not anything recognizable) and the master computer answering it in english.. like it were the Captain. It was funny, but more importantly it was symbolic. Because this little Gimp had command authority aboard the whole ship. And the characters would have to negotiate with it to get what they want. The symbolism being how much of a sidekick mankinds technology really is to the world.. not a danger but more a hobby. Even in death since the technology was all relating to firepower. And yet it somehow.. someway didn't matter.

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It was funny though because this little tiny Gimp had this HUGE... MONSTROUS ego..