The journey begins!

Our heroes started a journey looking for glory and treasures. Each month, they will fight different and powerful enemies.

Mercenaries and Miners (May/22)

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Big Bang Cantina (Welcome Pack)

This is a classic Cantina where our journey begins.

Minis:
- Bargaining Bounty-Hunter
- Bionic Poliman
- Carousing Mermilian
- Cyber Knight
- Cyberpug
- Drunk Assassin
- Frogniac
- Newst Bassist
- Niwt DJ
- Nuwt Sax Guy
- Security Waiter Bot
- Space Tavern Keeper
- Squidoid Bomber
- Stylommatophoroid
-10 tavern objects

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Nuclear Wasteland (Jan/22)

It seems like forever since the bombs fell. Only now has the radiation diminished to somewhat less dangerous levels, and we can finally leave the bunkers and look for what little's left. We have spent our days preparing for this — gathering intel, practicing at the target range, learning survival skills — all for this journey, searching for the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.

As we leave this place, wasteland's all around us, far as the eye can see. Alas, perhaps this planet is no longer suited for us humans. Luckily, the radio indicates not all was lost — there's an old launch pad nearby, with potentially functioning spaceships. This might be our ticket out of this desolate land.

On our way to the site, the rumors of less fortunate folk prove true. Spending so many years in a bunker pales in comparison to what they seem to have endured, losing their minds and bodies to the slow process of radiation. These are the survivors, while surely there were those who did not endure. While some raiders are merciless, and other mutants show some functional adaptations, we're still able to surpass these hurdles. We cannot be reckless, but can't dawdle either — surely there are others who also set their sights on these ships to leave this place behind.

Weary from our travels and the trials along the way, we reach our destination. It is now in fate's hands: let us hope this spaceship works, our training is enough to pilot it to another planet, and that a better life awaits us on the other side of this trip. Godspeed.

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Spacecraft Crasher (Fev/22)

The launch has been successful! We've left that desolate land behind. All systems seem to be working as intended, and there are enough supplies for the trip. Things are finally going our way. Hopefully this planet Lutba is in a better state than our previous home... Though in all honesty, I find it unlikely to be worse. Humankind wouldn't turn another colonized planet into a nuclear wasteland after what happened back there. Either way, worrying won't get us anywhere. It's time to relax and enjoy this journey - we've certainly earned a break.

It's actually kind of nice in here, just sitting and waiting. This life in a steady state is good for a change of pace - playing cards with the crew, dreaming up some cool tales which we roleplay, we even found some miniatures to play a couple boardgames. Maybe it's not for me for the long term, but hanging out with everyone has been better than expected. We're kind of like family, I guess.

Today's my turn to make some snacks for our gaming night. It's ramen Saturday, so I'm really looking forward to it. I hear some snacking in the kitchen - someone couldn't wait, but that's fine. As I enter the room, I'm shocked and momentarily paralyzed: is that my "brother" being eaten from inside out? "Alien aboard!", I shout as I try to seal the kitchen. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, what are we to do?"

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Sandy Dunes of Lutba (Mar/22)

 

Somehow, we made it. It was a gruesome journey, and at times despair took the best of me, but the osteotron infestation is cleared. Major Williams' heroic sacrifice will not be forgotten, and for that, we're eternally grateful. We shall honor his memory on this planet Lutba.

Luckily for us, the osteotrons didn't damage our propulsion and landing systems, so landing should be a smooth experience, at least when compared to the launch and our... turbulent flight. Thankfully the pilot survived, or else all could have been for naught, if we crashed instead of landing.

I can see some isolated settlements on the planet's surface. They surely are a lot bigger than those on that nuclear wasteland, but not quite as large as I was led to expect based on our historical records of human civilization. Worse yet, the land is composed of nothing but sand... Perhaps this is a subterraneous civilization, so they can escape the wild temperature fluctuations of the planet's surface? The crew is hopeful that's the case. Even if it isn't, we can't see mutants or raiders in the distance, so that's another point in favor of Lutba.

"Put on your seatbelts and brace for landing, folks! We're back to gravity!", the pilot said. I can feel my heart racing as I'm reminded of what gravity feels like. This feels real. I am alive. Pew, pew! What the heck? Laser shots? "We've been hit!" So much for a smooth landing... Don't die, don't die, don't die...! Survive, dammit!

As I wake up, I see my comrades around me. Are we prisoners? Are we slaves? What of our ship? Should we try to fix it and move on, or maybe this is a big misunderstanding and we can live in the underground?

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Neon Street 3K (Apr/22)

 

That damned royal court sure got everything of worth we had. At least they kicked us out to the desert instead of keeping us prisoners... Well, of what use could we possibly be? They'd have to feed us, while it's a lot easier to have some robots work in our stead. Surely they let us go not because of compassion, but because it benefited them the most. Classic nobility.

While Lutba's surface is merciless, my will is strong - I have not come all the way here to die, I remind myself constantly. All we have to do is find another spaceship and get to a better place. We've done it before, we'll do it again.

Many of my fellow travelers have succumbed on our way around the desert. In more bountiful times, we'd have some funeral rites in their honor, but we can spare no such luxury. Hope starts to dwindle... Should I have stayed back in the nuclear fallout? I question my every decision after everything has gone wrong. Just what is this sudden darkn-

I woke up with a migraine. The scalding sun is nowhere to be found - I lie somewhere enclosed. These Lutba Scavengers surround me and what few companions have remained. A Mech Gunslinger approaches me. "Human, you do not belong here. We used to, but now none of us do anymore. You got here on a spaceship - will you pilot the one we salvaged? It now reflects lasguns, so the turrets won't take you down this time."

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