Vera, Marco, and Josh stood dressed in the tattered remains of what had once been Texas Longhorn football uniforms, stained with grass and blood, each with a number pinned to their chest – Marco was 168, Josh 169, and Vera – chest bound with tape bandage and wearing a fake mustache – was 170. She couldn’t wait to teach those fucking Aggies a goddamn lesson.
A junior coach wearing a University of Texas windbreaker handed out garbage can lids to each of them. “In accordance with the latest relaxation of regulations each of you gets to pick from three pieces of equipment to assist you on the field.” He turned to a large bin behind him and retrieved a pair of boxing gloves from which protruded iron spikes.
Visions of what those spikes could do to a fucking Aggie filled Vera’s mind. “Dibs!” She grabbed them and slipped them on over her hands, feeling the comforting weight of the metal reinforcing them.
The recruiter pulled out a 3-foot length of copper pipe.
Marco stared at it. “Are you fucking serious?”
The junior coach leveled a weary gaze at him. “Buddy, the game’s gone on into three hours of overtime and none of the players currently on the field have ever played college ball before. Some of us would like to finish this up tonight and go home, if that’s all right with you?”
Josh grabbed the pipe. “Jesus Marco, show some fucking empathy, Christ.”
“What?” Marco asked.
The coach handed him a bicycle chain. “Guess you get this one then. Good luck!”
“Luck?” Josh chuffed. “The fucking Aggies are going to be the ones who need luck.”
“Fuck yeah!” Vera high-fived him.
Nick looked around the locker room. “I… uh… guess we’ll stay in here and wait for you?”
“Good idea,” the Junior Coach said. “We might need some more replacement players for the next half-time.”
“Fuck this shit,” Ashly said. “Vera, I am so pissed at you right now.”
“Ha ha, save it for the Aggies you clowns,” Pete laughed. “You kids crack me up.”
The Junior Coach led Vera, Marco, and Josh out onto the field, towards the large huddle of men wearing what were once Longhorn uniforms. The grass was littered with paper, trash, and broken glass. “Those Aggie fans are fucking degenerates,” Vera scowled. “Look at this shit.”
Marco had his eyes on the fans up in the stands. “Yeah, I don’t think it was all them.”
“Don’t defend those assholes,” Vera followed his gaze. The seats had been clearly partitioned into two camps, the fans of each team, the Longhorns occupying about half the stadium and the Aggie fans half of what remained, each behind hastily erected barricades made out of coolers and overturned hot-dog carts, an empty no-man’s lands of bleachers between them, crossed only by the occasional thrown glass bottle.
“Now joining the field on the Longhorn side, 168 Marco Anderson, 169 Josh Orwell, 170 Victor Novak!” Cheers rang up from the Longhorn side of the stadium, jeers from the Aggies, and it took all of Vera’s self control not to run up and start beating on those disgusting interlopers.
They joined the two dozen other players on their team as the Longhorn’s head coach was giving out orders for the next play.
Beyond them, Vera could see almost as many of the hated Aggies on the other end of the field, huddled around their own coach. Look at them… they think they’re so great, wearing the uniforms of traitors. What even is an Aggie? They don’t know. How can you even claim to be something when you don’t eve know what it is? God, Vera hated them so much.
Almost as large as both teams combined were the cheerleaders on the side of the field. Maybe half were actually Longhorn cheerleaders, the rest were simply attractive women from the stands, shouting and yelling and singing to rile up the crowds. “Bite them, Crush them, Make them bleed! Aggie Skulls are what we need!” they were chanting. Vera found it less than inspiring.
“I got a bad feeling about this,” Marco said, bicycle chain gripped in both hands.
“Don’t be a pussy,” Josh said.
The Junior coach escorted them right up to the center of the huddle. “Three new players, boss.”
The head coach, a man in his late forties wearing a headset, nodded. “Good to have you aboard.” He pointed towards the other team. “You see that big ape down on the end? Whatever his name is? Lupe? I want the three of you to focus on him during the next play. Take him out if you can. Real pain in my behind.”
“Got it,” Vera focused on the guy in question. He was big – practically a gorilla, helmet barely fitting on his head, a caricature of a football player. He was a pain in the ass, alright. A real asshole. Fuck that guy. She’d fuck him up, if she got the chance. She flexed her fingers inside the spiked gloves she’d been given.
“Okay, break!” The coach clapped and retreated from the field, leaving the players to line up. Vera was fuzzy on this part – she’d only played pick up football a few times and didn’t really watch much, but she understood the general gist. She stood directly opposite the big guy the coach and pointed out, Josh and Marco on either side. When the ball was hiked, she’d try and fuck him up. Teach him a goddamn lesson for being so big and ugly.
So wrapped up in her disgust at the big ape that Vera almost missed the play. Suddenly, everyone around her was moving, the big Ape headed right for her.
GURPS: None of our PCs have Sports (Football) as a skill, so all will be rolling against the default of Dexterity – 5. Some of their opponents, being football fans drafted onto the field, have a skill of 9, but we’re mostly concerned with how the PCs themselves fare rather than the overall results of the play.
They all fail. None critically, so nobody is seriously hurt, yet.
The next thing Vera knew, she was flat on her back, staring up at the dark sky. For a moment she was confused – how did she get here? Had someone hit her? It was all so fast. Marco grabbed her by the hand, helping her back to her feet. “You okay?”
“Where’s the big fucker?” Down-field she could see that the undeserving Aggies had broken through the Longhorns’ defensive line to score a touchdown. The stands erupted in outraged screams of betrayal and disbelief, and Vera could understand where they were coming from. What a miscarriage of justice – the Aggies shouldn’t be breathing let alone scoring! “Shit.” She clenched her fists.
Josh was jogging back upfield towards them. “What the fuck was that?” He shook his head. “What the fuck, Vera, what the fuck?”
“I know,” she said. “I know, okay! I know!”
“Guys-” Marco started.
His words were cut off by the sound of automatic gunfire, as bullets stitched up the field towards them, answered by gunfire from the other side of the arena, and an explosion from the direction of the Aggies’ locker room. The powder-keg that was the stands had ignited into all out chaos, a running gun battle between the spectators. The conflict had moved into its final bloody stage.
“Fuck!” Marco said, grabbing Vera’s arm. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”
“To the locker room,” Vera said, pulling him along. There’d be more weapons there. Ahead she could see Nick, Ashly, Toni, and the Professor emerging, running out to join them on the field.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Nick asked, staring around in gape-mouthed terror.
“We need to get out of here!” Marco said.
“What about the explosives?” Ashly asked.
“No good to us if we’re dead!” Marco said.
A bottle shattered at Vera’s feet. She looked up to the stands, and saw a group of a half-dozen Aggies making their way towards them, half with rifles, half with pistols. “They’re Longhorns! Get ‘em!”
“We need to go!” Marco said.
“We’ll have to fight our way out.” Josh hefted his pipe.
Vera grabbed him by the collar. “They have guns! We need to find better weapons!”
Do they look for weapons, or just run?
1: Yes, but they don’t spend a lot of time searching.
Josh pushed her away, roughly. “You’re right!”
Marco was between them. “Fine! Go! Get moving towards the exit!”
The group made their way down-field towards the Longhorn locker room at a steady pace, keeping their eyes open as they went. Fortunately there were several poorly-concealed caches along the way.
The module mentions this, and that they’re light handguns and non-automatic rifles, without going into more detail. So we’re going to roll randomly to see what each character finds:
- Nick: Winchester M1 + 50 .30 rounds
- Ashly: Colt .45 + 40 .45 rounds
- Vera: AR-7 + 80 .22 rounds
- Marco: Colt M16A1 AR-15 sport + 50 .223 rounds
- Josh: Ruger Mini-14 + 20 .223 rounds
Everyone but Vera now has a rifle. None of them have the Guns (Rifle) skill, but it defaults to Guns (other) -2. Marco lacks any Guns skill, so he rolls at Dexterity -4. On top of this, no one is familiar with the specific rifle models they’ve found, so there’s another -2 to skill.
On top of that this is the first time they’ve faced obviously human opponents – the zombies from season 1 don’t count. Everybody – except Josh – has the Reluctant Killer disadvantage – meaning that they’re psychologically unprepared to kill people, so when they make a potentially lethal attack, they have a -4 to skill and cannot aim. And if they DO kill someone, they’ll have a mental break-down. Josh isn’t a psycho, he’s just less hesitant. Vera is temporarily exempt, due to the influence of the mist she’s dosed with.
As they drew near the locker room’s entrance, the fans that had been following them made their way down to the field.
“We’ll have to go through them!” Josh yelled.
“Makes my fucking day!” Vera screamed, running down the field towards her foes. Aggies fans were everything that was wrong with the world, and they needed to pay for all the pain and rage she’d felt in her life.
Bullets whizzed by as Vera closed the distance, and to her glee, saw that two of the Aggies were brave enough to come to meet her. The first attempted to shoulder check her but missed, running right by her, while the second swung her rifle like a club.
Vera slipped under the clumsy swing and punched her right in the chest, feeling a twisted joy as the metal spikes of her glove punctured the woman’s breastbone. The Aggie fan’s eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped to the ground, and her companion made another wild but futile attempt to club her with his handgun.
“Die, fucko!” She cried, spinning and hitting him under the ribs, feeling the iron spikes slide into his flesh. He didn’t fall, though, not until an errant gunshot from one of the other Aggie fans blew apart his knee, splattering Vera with bone and sinew. The man fell to the ground, howling, clutching his knee in a way that she couldn’t help but find pathetic.
“I said die!” Vera crouched and pummeled him in the face, letting the iron weights in the glove crush the man’s jawbone, the spike piercing his soft palate. Seeing him finally go still, she wiped the blood out of her eyes and stood up, seeing that only two pathetic Aggies remained. Screaming a war cry that would make her ancestors proud, she closed the gap to them.
The one on the left cowered, almost dropping his pistol, but the one on the right fired his rifle at her, fear stealing his aim. She focused on him, punching him in the gut, letting her spiked glove into his flesh. He dropped like a stone.
She turned to see the last man backing away, raising his rifle, so she swung her fist wildly at his hand and saw his fingers part at the joints, saw the gun drop to his feet.
“Give it up, man, give it up!” Marco was screaming, pulling at the last Aggie.
“Oh god, just don’t let her kill me! Just don’t let her kill me!”
Vera looked away from the man in disgust, saw the trail of carnage she’d left behind her, the blood on her clothes, on her hands. He wasn’t worth it. None of them, were, really. What a waste.
The opposition is 10 yards away, blocking the exit, giving everyone a -4 range penalty to hit each other. There are 7 of them, 3 with rifles, 4 with handguns. All have effective skill 6.
- Vera has to make a Will roll to avoid going Berserk. She fails, and runs right at Fan 1, ending up 5 yards away.
- Ashly takes cover.
- Marco takes cover.
- Josh passes his Berserk roll, aims for Fan 2.
- Nick takes cover.
- Toni takes cover.
- The Professor takes cover.
- Fan 1 passes his Berserk roll, fires at Vera, missing.
- Fan 2 passes his Berserk roll, fires at Vera, missing.
- Fan 3 passes his Berserk roll, fires at Vera, missing.
- Fan 4 critically fails her Berserk roll, runs at Vera making a Move and Attack, swinging the rifle like a club, missing.
- Fan 5 takes cover.
- Fan 6 takes fails his berserk roll, runs at Vera, attempting to slam into her. Fails.
- Vera attacks Fan 4 with an all out attack (+2 to damage). Her spiked gloves do 3 damage to, randomly, her opponent’s vitals – Vera punches her right in the heart. This damage is tripled to 9. As F4 is also berserk, she is immune to shock and stun. She is not immune to knockdown, though, and rolls poorly enough that she’s knocked out by the hit, and will probably bleed to death.
- Ashly shoots at fan 1. Misses
- Marco shoots at fan 2. Misses
- Josh keeps aiming at 2.
- Nick shoots at fan 6. Misses
- Toni cowers.
- The professor aims at fan 5, calling him.
- Fan 1 fires at Vera. Missing her and Fan 6.
- Fan 2 fires at Vera. Missing her and Fan 6.
- Fan 3 aims at Josh.
- Fan 5 aims at Josh.
- Fan 6 makes an all out attack, bonus damage, missing Vera.
- Vera makes an all out attack, bonus damage, hitting Fan 6… in the vitals, again. For 9 damage. He passes his knockdown roll, is at 1/10 hp.
- Ashly fires at fan 1… Critical hit! She does 7 damage. He fails his roll against knockdown by 5 and passes out. Ash has a mental breakdown.
- Marco fires at fan 2. Misses
- Josh fires at fan 2. Misses.
- Nick shifts fires at fan 3. Misses
- Toni cowers.
- The Professor fires at fan 5. Missing.
- Fan 2 misses Vera, but hits fan 6, crippling their right leg for 6 damage. Fan 6 fails and but passes their HT roll to stay conscious.
- Fan 3 fires at Nick, missing.
- Fan 5 misses Josh.
- Vera makes an all out attack, +4 to hit, at the fallen Fan 6. She does 4 damage to his face, he passes out.
- Ashly is morose.
- Marco fires at Fan 2 but misses.
- Josh fires at Fan 2, misses.
- Nick fires at Fan 3, hitting him center of mass for 18 damage. He falls. Nick has a mental breakdown.
- Toni Cowers.
- The professor fires at 5, missing.
- Fan 2 goes all out defensive.
- Fan 5 goes all out defensive.
- Vera runs up to Fan 2.
- Ashly is morose.
- Marco fires at 5.
- Josh runs up to help Vera.
- Nick is morose.
- Toni cowers.
- The professor fires at 5, missing.
- Fan 2 fires at Vera, missing.
- Fan 5 goes full out defensive.
- Vera makes an all out attack on Fan 2, hitting him – he fails his dodge – for 12 damage (impaling) in the torso. He fails his HT roll to avoid passing out.
- Ashly is morose.
- Marco fires at 5. Missing, calling for him to surrender.
- Josh runs towards 5.
- Nick is morose.
- Toni cowers.
- The professor aims at 5.
- Fan 5 backs away, going all out defensive.
- Vera makes an all out attack on Fan 5, hitting him in the gun hand for 4 damage, crippling it. He passes his knockdown roll.
The others wait to see if he surrenders.
- Fan 5 tries to surrender.
- Vera gets an IQ roll to accept his surrender and snap out of Berserk. She passes.
Next time: Guess we killed a bunch of people, huh.