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Gunslinger Rick is a Call of Cthulhu character who single handedly fucking shot fucking Cthulhu back to fucking R'lyeh. | Gunslinger Rick is a Call of Cthulhu character who single handedly fucking shot fucking Cthulhu back to fucking R'lyeh. | ||
He wielded a single army revolver, and wore a dark grey trenchcoat and a wide brim black felt hat. He spoke in a rasping texan accent, and swore viciously at everything and anything. A hardy alcoholic, Rick never failed a save for getting drunk and did so frequently | |||
His party eventually got pissed off at his angry tirades, and got him arrested. He paid off the cops, and went after his own party, slaughtering them all. Afterwards he went to the pub and promptly got pissed. | |||
After much deliberation and drunken abuse, the now rejuvenated party made their way through the campaign nicely, up until Rick got his hands on a copy of the Necronomicon. Suffice to say, he traded it for a whiskey bottle and buggered off to get drunk somewhere | |||
===How the hell he did it=== | |||
Lots of luck saves. Lots of bullets. 3000 of them | |||
Revision as of 06:59, 6 February 2019
Badassery
Gunslinger Rick is a Call of Cthulhu character who single handedly fucking shot fucking Cthulhu back to fucking R'lyeh.
He wielded a single army revolver, and wore a dark grey trenchcoat and a wide brim black felt hat. He spoke in a rasping texan accent, and swore viciously at everything and anything. A hardy alcoholic, Rick never failed a save for getting drunk and did so frequently
His party eventually got pissed off at his angry tirades, and got him arrested. He paid off the cops, and went after his own party, slaughtering them all. Afterwards he went to the pub and promptly got pissed.
After much deliberation and drunken abuse, the now rejuvenated party made their way through the campaign nicely, up until Rick got his hands on a copy of the Necronomicon. Suffice to say, he traded it for a whiskey bottle and buggered off to get drunk somewhere
How the hell he did it
Lots of luck saves. Lots of bullets. 3000 of them