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Post-Session: 33

A look at what happened during and/or after Session 33.

Story - Visiting the Wardens

Game Date: 9/19/2006
Location: San Francisco, California

Who: Karex

Karex thumbed through his shrinking stack of bills. The temperature-controlled storage unit for his artwork and the cheap hotel had cost more than he had expected. Time was fast approaching when he would have to make a choice.

While he had knowledge of alien technology centuries beyond humanity, that was the very problem. He hadn't a clue how to recreate any of it with the strange primitive tools these Earthlings used or even how to adapt its principles to make small improvements in existing products.

Which, really, only left two career choices. Superhero or supervillain, and how could he possibly face his egg-cousins back home if that cursed orbiting satellite was beaming back holograms of him robbing banks and abusing the primitive natives!

The tricky part was he really had no clue how superheroes actually earned their money on this world. He needed to somehow insinuate himself into an existing group, a group like the Wardens. Fortunately, he already knew where they were based. A little island just off the coast.

So, how to make the proper impression on these Earthlings. Perhaps a show of solidarity by wearing traditional Earth garb? Karex spied a second-hand clothing store down the street and headed inside. He reappeared a few minutes later with even fewer bills but sporting a straw coolie hat with a yellow-gold chin-strap to match his scales, a neon orange and green floral-print Hawaiian shirt with buttons the size of silver dollars, purple parachute pants, and a pair of sandals that he could barely slip onto his taloned feet. Perfect. Now he looked just like your average Earthling. Well, aside from the ridged tail, wings, scales and of course the long snout.

With a few flaps of his wings, he took to the air. It would be easy enough to fly all the way to the island. Or, for that matter, swim there or even walk along the ocean floor. But, he wanted to make a good impression, so he decided to do things the hard way and paid for the tour boat to carry him to Alcatraz. For some reason, the pilot of the tour boat kept glancing in his direction all during the trip and muttering something or other into his radio. You’d think he’d be used to tourists by now. Even if this was his first alien tourist. Still, Karex approached and showed the clearly nervous pilot his passport, noting in clear simple English, "No problem. Me here legally. No worry. Me no bite," before giving the pilot a large grin. The ashen look on the pilot’s face reminded Karex that these humans had far less teeth and tended to show far fewer of them when they smiled. Oh well, too late now. With that, he returned to his seat to await the boat’s arrival at the island.

Record Last Changed Date: 10/26/2008


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