The Misadventures of Sir Rupert Utterly-Barkinge
When last we left our intrepid heroes, we'd seen them gobbled up almost to the last man. Of course, this is decidedly not British, nor is it the done thing. In fact, come to think of it, there's no way it's possible it could have happened. Not because of the whole dinosaur thing either, let me tell you! No, it couldn't have happened. Not at all! Because if it had, Sir Rupert clearly couldn't have written his world famous memoirs, the discovery of which led to the creation of this wonderful wargame by Chris Peers. No! This wouldn't do! There was only on thing to do. That's right! We applied our "Fudge That!" House Rule and decided yet another reboot was in order. Good job this wasn't pat of a carefully orchestrated campaign or something...
Oh, and surely this would be the game our dice rolling would improve?
We decided that our BIG Game Hunters had recently set up camp and were looking forwards to some shut eye. And as they were to find out, there was fat chance of that happening! It was Goonda who alerted the dozing Sir Rupert to thee sound of large feet approaching their campsite. Soon all the usual suspects were forming a defensive ring among the tents, their eyes alert in the evening sun.
A shuffle of the cards resulted in the arrival of an Allosaurus, and not all that far away from us either. Still, at least we had two turns of shooting at it to avoid anything nasty happening to us. How hard could it be?
So we did what anyone else would do in these circumstances.
We decided to do both.
Sir Rupert leveled his gun at the Velociraptors and fired off an explosive bullet. Thankfully it hit its mark, turning the first one into mist. Using the explosive bullet rule, this also causes similar damage in all dinosaurs within 1" of the target. That meant three were down and only to left.
Of course, both barrels of Sir Rupert's gun were now empty. And the Velociraptors were getting terribly close.
Meanwhile, Private gathering managed to get of a shot at the Brontosaurus. This caused the aforementioned sauropod to charge off. We were hoping this would be a change of direction. In true demonstration of our dice rolling, the Brontosaurus decided it was happiest to carry on in the direction it was facing. Which of course took it off the edge of the table and denied us our prize. Sigh.
Goonda decided that his Winchester was just the ticket for dispatching the remaining two Velociraptors. He stood bravely shoulder to shoulder with his master, took aim, failed his Awareness check and managed to do nothing.
Goonda's dice came up 30%. He was alive, if only just.
And Sir Rupert? 98%. Yup, that about sums it up!
So that'll be another page or two that didn't make his memoirs then!