I played my first game of Necromunda, as a gang in the undercity of a vast population hive. In the grim darkness of the far future, there are battles to be fought and resources to take. We are playing this venerable miniatures game over Google Hangout, using Roll20. Also it is a tournament with 7 other gangs, and I'd like to come in First Place. I am The Metalheads. So far, so good:
Word spread quickly that Starlax’s Girders had intercepted The Metalheads shipment of vat-grown Hot Fun Foodstuffs and replaced it with crappy Cold Fun Foodstuffs. As if that wasn't enough, they’d been making raids on the edges of our territories. On top of that, they had loudly proclaimed their dislike of our music. We’d all had enough.
We heard they’d be looking for shiny things in a certain place, and ran out to meet them. We ran the whole way there and didn't stop until we had control of an elevated firing position and our flanks were secure.
Root started taking fire immediately, and I nearly bought it when I tried to run up to closer range, but we got lucky. Root ended up with a cool scar that all the girls like and the guys posted a video of me, literally catching a laserbeam in my teeth. We cut out the part where I ran screaming back to cover behind the wall.
Enisferum was in rare form, picking his shots and hitting his marks. Pretty soon there were three Girders down and the rest were high-tailing it back home. We caught a couple of the slower ones and voted to ransom them since they wouldn't join our awesome club. And we weren't all that hungry…
On the way back we swung past the Starlax’s Girders Drinking Hole to get our Hot Fun Foodstuffs back. The Girders had to leave when they saw us running up, so now that’s our bar too. We changed the colors and mounted a big metal head over the bar so everyone would know.
We got lucky and no doubt they’ll be back, but for now we are riding high and turning it up to 11.