Takin' a road trip with Jedro and the gang!

A introductory game of Gamma World broke out tonight at my place. Here is what leaked out of my melting reactor-like brain.

Jedro, a Gravity Controller / Seismic
 Jedro is a thickly built boy with rough rocky texture that offers him a bit of protection verses physical attacks. He uses a metal pole with a rusted STOP sign still attached to smack opponents that get too close,

Jedro's ride

and for ranged attacks he throws assorted canned goods with decent ability. Jedro is pretty popular around the village as he owns the only working vehicle. Because of this, Jedro is often drafted into various tasks for the benefit of his fellow villagers. There is also a girl in the village, she has a wonderful mauve soapstone exterior. Jedro likes her but has yet to make a move.


Winter in Flori-Duh, not usually something most would worry about. However this season was turning out a bit harsher than most. The Razor-cane season had past with nary a storm, but winter was coming on strong this year. Already the afternoon acid-showers had been enhanced with pebble sized hail stones and the evening temps were dropping. This kind of weather would put the travelling traders off the routes for the next six to eight weeks. The last trade-day would be in three days. If the traders held off while a winter blast came through the village would need to be prepared.

 The elders gathered and decided that the meager store of trading junk needed to be bolstered. A "run" was needed and quickly. Rumors of a recently Alpha-phased ruin had sprung up and seemed just what the village needed. A team was chosen and outfitted with a few item of Omega-Tech the elders could spare.

 Jedro and his friends set out for the rumored "Mart", which lay half a days journey south along the '95. They were to seek a still intact western ramp of the ancient highway then follow the trail to the ruin. Me-Ow was napping contentedly in the glove box which had tiny furniture inside of it to make an apartment of just the right size for the miniature mutant kitty. Dash, was a swarm of mutated foxes and she filled the bed of the truck peering over both sides and catching the wind in her faces. The day was starting well.

Dash noticed the trio of mutant Pig-men first. They were gaining on the truck as the party headed south. Each of them rode an ancient growling two-wheeled machine she had heard called an Iron-horse. Jedro looked in the side mirror when the fox swarm started yipping excitedly. "Porkers." mumbled the rocky mutant to himself, they were spreading out so one each could come up on either side of the truck while the third stayed just behind them. Jedro began forming a plan in his head, porkers weren't very smart but they were mean and deserved to be taken seriously.





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