I had some time to kill before my 7pm game, so I spent a couple of hours working on a Roll20 Gamma World adventure. As I did so I put on some music from the 60’s and early 70’s to get me in the mindset of the Cthulhu scenario; the adventure was to take place during the Vietnam war.
There was five of us in the game room along with a Keeper and it was going to be one of those do-or-die scenarios. With CoC you know your in it for the thrill, knowing that your character will eventually buy it or go mad and end up in a sanitarium.
The description of the game:
Charlie Don’t Surf: The Vietnamese called it Dong Ap Bia. The US Army, Hill 937. But to the soldiers who were there in May of 1969, it became Hamburger Hill, “that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.” You’ve become cut off from the main forces implementing the Apache Snow offensive. Your objective is simple, link up the 101st Airborne infantry unit near Hill 937 and join the assault. The problem is – the 101st is 8 clicks through dense jungle with an unknown number of Charlie and you’re running low on supplies. Just another day in this boondoggle of a war. Of course, what you’re not aware of yet is that there are things much scarier than Viet Cong hiding in those jungles, and there are fates worse than those found waiting for you on Hamburger Hill…
What started out as a simple task became more complicated every step of the way. Each step was darker than the encounter before and left us even more perplexed.
Meeting with another unit to escort them back to base, but then they didn’t want to return to base and gave us a parcel to deliver for them instead. And before we knew it they all had disappeared back into the jungle.
With parcel in hand we head back to base, but encounter some sniper file as we made our way through a gorge. Though, we eventually did manage to take him out. We continue on our way, when someone heard the sound of an airplane overhead. Flying just above the treetops and when it came into view is was an OV10 Bronco, painted black and no markings. It dumped some chemical over us and then flew off once again.
We cleaned the gunk off our stuff the best we could then continued on, heading back to base with the package. Then we stumbled upon an abandoned village, there was not a living soul around. It looked like whoever lived here just picked up and left in a hurry. We bed down for the night and then continued on our way and the next day we came across another village.
But this one had traps around it. Someone had set up claymore mines pointing towards the village itself as if to keep something in there. We scouted the place and spotted an American photographer who apparently went nuts from what he witnessed in the village and he kept babbling on and on. We went into the village and had a look around and discovered the entire population of the village had gone into a bunker and then they were all murdered and displayed as if some macabre dance.
The squad didn’t want to stay here for the night and we moved on before night fall, taking the photographer with us. Whenever he was asked something, he babbled nonsensically about things. We continued on for a bit and decided to set down for the evening. Though, it wasn’t a quiet night when a Vietcong patrol stumbled into our area and there was one heck of a fire-fight.
Overall, the battle was over in a few rounds. We packed up our stuff, moved a mile or two away and rested til dawn and then started moving again. Along the way, we heard the sound of a plane and everyone took cover.
But, the plane didn’t appear and it seemed to crash in the distance.
Deciding to investigate this crash, we moved on towards were we thought it was and discovered a cavern. We explored it and that’s when our photographer friend had stumbled into a trap and it ended up taking his life.
There was something in the cave at one time, but it had been moved and there was some blood on a trail, but the Sarge wanted us to get back to base to drop off the parcel. We agreed that’s the thing to do and headed south east and that’s when we stumbled upon the plane crash.
It was the same plane as before and it had crashed for some reason…
Now, I’m not going into details about this encounter and let’s just say that it became a running battle from this point on. I’m not going to go into any more detail other than we did what we set out to do, and basically ended up going out in a blaze of glory.
And that’s how I wrapped up my Saturday night at AetherCon.