Guild Hall — GM

It had been a rough day for the group. The quartet of former white collar employees had watched from the rooftops as their city was consumed by chaos. Bloody faced, violent zombie-like people were roaming the streets, attacking and feasting on their fellow humans. At first the shock had kept them on the 15th floor of the now deserted office building, searching for answers via the internet. However, as time went on, inertia crept in. The companions argued incessantly about their next move. Scouting missions, just to go to the ground floor and back required hours of planning. A whole...

The prisoner was rescued. The team was back on the transport. Enemies were hot on their trail. Lasers were blasting back on forth. The group was screaming for the last member of the party to get up the ramp and onto the ship. Do-Chu-Ma, the Wookie, was speeding through a cluster of troopers shooting blasters on a swoop, a vehicle described by the GameMaster as as "a big f%$&ing engine with a seat", not sure if he would make it before being blaster to pieces or wrecking his vehicle and incinerating himself. Unable to wait any longer, the party on...