Cliffhanger

So the group is on a two-masted cog, the good ship Empire of the Sunset, in the middle of a really furious storm. Sheets of rain and murderous squalls. Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening. About a quarter of the crew has already been swept overboard, which might be just as well, because the PCs are not well liked, after all that spitting into the communal stew (very public, too) and mouthing off to the first mate. In fact, there would probably be a mutiny under way by now, if the sailors weren't a bit preoccupied at the moment (or dead), because the captain keelhauled a full quarter of them, plus the first mate, on false charges. One mast has just been struck by lighting, and crashed on the deck, where it smashed open the cage of the mountain lion the Empire has been transporting. The mountain lion that has been poked with sharp sticks for entertainment purposes and was able to grievously wound a PC and a sailor while in the cage. Someone should have put up a warning sign.

This is also the moment where a fat tentacle appears at the ship's rail, belonging to God-knows-what kind of hellbeast. Maybe that's the reason the ghost ship that hounded us for the last quarter of an hour is suddenly gone.

It is also the moment where the game master says "Let's wrap up for tonight."

Well played, sir, well played.

Cry havoc and and let slip the Toyotas of war

Technicals from the Lybian revolution. Via the eXiled. The cars seem to deal rather well with all the added weight - but they seem to carry no armor at all (with the exception of the odd blast shield). They are also more colorful and cheery than the dour Mexican narcotanks.