All these tales of horror are stirring my memory...
Planned to go anyway, Scary: The mod where I acquired my torch. We had to go underwater into the middle of Teshvar to a courthouse of the undead. One of our breathing bladders broke and we had to share. The court had three powerful undead of undetermined nature, and I had to defend a water elemental against the demented, undead judge. Fortunately, the rest of the mod turned out to be very humorous. But the anticipation...
Oh god no! Scary: Neveklos vying for Death's job and while they were duking it out in town, randomly deathing and lifing us, to see who was the most powerful. I was deathed, lifed, transformed into an animal, made to perform tricks, then deathed and lifed and deathed and lifed and deathed and lifed.
We're all going to Die Scary: We've had so many.... Fighting the Golden Order. By the fifth wave, I was sure we had the biscuit, but we lasted up 'till seven. Then we were doomed. If it wasn't for the intervention of some high-ranking Golden Order official (I can't recall his name), we all would've been pushing up daisies.
What the Hell is going on Scary: While sleeping in the back of the warded tavern after an absolutely exhausting long day and night of combat, I hear screams (as usual) in the tavern and outside. So I blearily pull on my boots, strap on backbiter, not bothering with my armor, and open the door--to encounter the face of a black unicorn. Looking at me. I had no clue what it was, but Shane looked really scary. He moved on and started attacking others in the tavern. I ran out quickly and sank my best assassinate into him--it didn't touch him. Then I ran, like a chicken, back into the ward. And waited in hope that someone would tell me what was going on!
I'm a wimp scary: Chiram's Hollow was crawling with dragons. Which was enough to give me the whim-whams right there. But to make it worse, there was dragon in-fighting. I felt completely helpless to do anything about it, and just hoped they wouldn't target us directly. Or destroy everything around them with their tumult. At some point, the Chaos Dragon was trying to kill a friendly dragon, it had it down on the ground, and was giving a killing blow, while I stood and looked, dumbly, on. Suddenly, Keely rushes out of the ranks and knocks the sword away, interrupting the killing blow. Started screaming at the Chaos Dragon to lay off. I was even more shocked, and just stood there, still more dumbly, saying "What is she doing?!?!!!" Keely's been my hero ever since.
I haven't played Deadlands yet, and I'm already afraid.
love, Ben
