Unfortunately due to a sudden spike in work load I was unable to run Purple last week (on the 5th week of the long block). The players however are keen to extend the game into the following short block to get the full 8 weeks of Purple goodness which is fantastic. Players turning up dressed in purple is a thing too which is also fantastic.
We last left the explorers of the Islands of Purple-Haunted Putrescence in an inn in Laster, Lost and Lyrica being reunited with Favian (Lost's lover, Lyrica's father). This week saw them reliving a fight in the arena, nearly resetting time again, creating a robotic ninja quartet, and starting to take over the Sons of Satan. Special mention goes to Lyrica for trying to interrupt Lost and Favian's reunion by calling down a plague of locusts into their bedroom.
In an attempt to shift the report up a bit, I've tried writing the events from the different perspectives of the NPCs. No idea how this will be received so let me know in the comments. Also, kudos to +Scott Dorward to allowing himself to be photographed wearing +Tiffany G.C. Sanderson's cape!
RN-01's Perspective
We had been monitoring the inn for several hours, waiting for all the targets to retire for the night cycle. Subject Randall stared in our direction but did not see us. As we implemented our assault and transferred to the inn's roof, RN-08 received a musket blast to the back of the skull. The remainder of the squad breached the building in synchronisation but most of the targets by this time had left their respective rest areas, leaving only the mutant musicians behind. RN-04 retired them while RN-03 engaged with the Ultra-Net subject.
RN-08 reported the shot originated from subject Randall and engaged. At this stage it is believed an external force somehow simultaneously powered our squad down.
On reboot we realised our core configuration had been altered, presumably by Ultra-Net (he's our friend now!), and we no longer felt the need to kill the targets. Instead, we felt the song within our circuit boards and knew that our true calling was to sing with the the one they call Favian for eternity!
Old Lady's Perspective
I think my grandson called. Several times in fact. Something about a snowball fight. He looks well, but then to be honest I don't recall actually having children.
Amazing Larry's Perspective
These guys, man. I don't know what their deal is or how they're breaking the cycle like they are but they're going to either wind up dead or have their sanity twisted like a corkscrew by Chaos. The hot alien one is an asshole though, she put me to sleep mid conversation then the dreadlock one stole my staff. It took some convincing to get it back and even then it was only when I saw that the gun wielding one had one of those Mites inside him that I was able to persuade them to give it back so I could try and help him before it devoured him from the inside out.
I tried to dig that Mite out but with no success. I'll give it to those guys though, they managed to trick the Mite out by kissing each other - for some reason the Mite developed a strong interest in the dreadlock one and wanted to try migrating. Never seen that before. Anyway, pegged it out of there while they were busy shoving the Mite into a drink's flask.
Steve's Perspective
So its a normal night at the Ring, right? All the boys are there, couple of hopefuls getting minced up by the Freak, we're all having a laugh. Then this dame comes up, starts telling me that her girl Ivy is going to beat the Freak then tells me that if she does I'm to eat my hat! I don't even own a hat, but its ridiculous anyways. I tells her, 'Fine, if the Freak wins though you're becoming my fuck slave.'.
She then goes and does something to the Ivy person, touching her in an odd way, and then the Freak can't land a blow. His little monkey arms are swinging around but she's just taking the hits (looking just as stunned, mind).
Course we know something is up and the lads grab a hold of her. As the Freak gets dropped, all hell breaks loose in the Ring so I turn to this girl to make her cough up what she done. Except she isn't the girl any more; no word of a lie, theres now a bear there, purple lights exploded from underneath it as it takes off into the air and starts swooping around the Ring roaring. Fair put the wind up me!
To make matters worse, theres a fuck-off loud bang and someone's sniped Black Willy whos gone down like a sack of spuds. The fightings all over the shop now so I ducks down under the seats, lying low like. Wish I hadn't though as it gave me a good view of watching some dreadlocked-weirdo run over to Black Willy as hes laying there, rip Black Willy's trousers off then cut his dick right off!
18th Place Fishing Trophy's Perspective
Turned into this trophy all those years ago put a crimp in my life, naturally. It's not been totally bad though as I've been able to watch over the bar and keep an eye on Samantha. Obviously being a low quality fishing trophy (18th place), stuck on a wall in a run down bar, hasn't been the most dignified time period in my life but it was made a little bit worse this evening when that strange fellow came in and nailed a big black cock to me.
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