The Ongoing and Tragic Fall of John Wu

A Deadlands Reloaded Plot Point Campaign:The Flood Game Marshalled masterfully by the KillerGM himself.

The Collected and Ongoing Adventures of a Posse consisting of a Rogue's Gallery of Heroes and the party-definin' Harrowed Martial Artist Wu Xiangyu: The Immortal and Resplendent Dragon.

Original Dramatis Personae:

Full Name/Alias: Mariah/Mushi

Character: Blessed (Lutheran Pastor)

Hindrances: Pacifist (Minor)

Human Player: La

Full Name/Alias: Doc'

Background: Mad Scientist

Hindrances: Doubting Thomas

Human Player: C

Full Name/Guilo Alias: Wu Xiangyu/John Wu

Background: Chi Mastery

Hindrances: Habit-Alcoholic (Major), Outsider-Chinese (Minor), Poverty (Minor)

Human Player: Lo

Adventure #1 or "John Wu Dies at the End"

So these people were ridin' ______ rails west to the glorious Maze. Some, like Mariah, were coming to this God-forsaken land to bring a little bit o' God back into it. Some, like Doc', were more interested in all the readily available ghostrock for pushing the boundaries of Mad...ahem, "New" Science. And some like Wu Xiangyu (or John Wu as we became known to the barbarian guilo who just couldn't be damn well bothered enough to say anything right called him) were lookin' to a grand home-coming to Shan Fan after spending years makin' their way out East. Whatever they were on that train for, it all came to hard, screechin' stop...

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---KTHUNK

A bunch of civilians start hooin-and-hawin, trying to figure out what's wrong.

John Wu, in a thick Cantonese accent: "I wonda if the train is being raided!" He proceeded to stick his spear tip out the window, seeing if there was anything in the reflection. Seeing only the train-conductor and some engineers standing out front, it seemed that wasn't the issue.

(Further Updates will follow as memory serves, expect many changes and drafts)

....

Looking at the front, they saw what had stopped the train. A great big chasm, clear up out of nowhere, had opened up and swallowed a chunk of the rail line and left a solid 60 ft. gap. Looking down, the impromptu Posse noticed another railroad was at the bottom of the chasm, exiting and entering some kind of tunnel.

"Is this the Transfer station? Will they accept my ticket?" John Wu asked the Conductor while waving his ticket vigorously in one hand.

"That ain't our train pardner."

"Oh, well I guess we might as well go down. I hope they accept transfers..." John Wu and Mariah prepared to scale their way down the chasm. Doc stayed back.

"I'm not going down there. This is a bad idea."

John Wu nodded his head. "Alright, that's fine. You can go sit up here with your good ideas and wait for the next train."

Doc looked behind him at the train, then forward at the non-existent track, then sideways miles into the endless, trackless desert.

"Yeah Okay, I get your point..." he muttered as he joined them.