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Miniatures Adventure => Pulp => Topic started by: Phil Robinson on December 31, 2006, 05:11:29 PM
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Hi everyone, hope you all had an enjoyable Christmas. I have added more pictures to my Pulp Gallery, you will have to skip an ad I'm afraid as I have used up all of my bandwith for the month.
Happy New Year
http://www.freewebs.com/olafnn/
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Oh no! Not a doublecross!
Great job Phil. I like following the updates to your site. It's always full of great new stuff.
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It's just not a day on the Silk Road until you've been double-crossed by Ung Lo, I always say.
I remember the last time I passed through the Uighur provinces, back in '36, running guns for the Kuomintang. Usually I relax by the time I get to Ung Lo's territory. The dangers of the Pashtun highlands are behind you, and you're out of the way of nosy British minor nobility with pretensions of either carving out a mountain kingdom near Nepal, or of spreading the lights of civilization. Ung Lo is a straightforward crook. You smile, you hand him a red envelope stuffed with money, and you don't ever accept his invitation to dinner.
That last time it was different. I was keyed up like a hot cat in July. Maybe it was the guns--they had been an unlucky cargo. Maybe it was the monk in Tibet who had taken my pulse and said my karma was a black dog on my heels. Who knows? By the time I managed to get the Chevy into Ung Lo's back yard, I'd have shot the first guy who looked at me crosswise.
Ung Lo comes out with Number One Nephew, smiling and bowing, and his gang trying not to look like they were putting one in the chamber and switching off the safety. I hauled the whippet gun out from between the seats, and carefully thumbed off the safety. The usual exchange occurs. I smile, tell Ung Lo he's looking younger every day. And Number One Nephew! So strong, the girls must love you. Nephew smiles the dull and stupid smile of a randy ox. Ung Lo asks obliquely for his cut, and I produce the red envelope.
One of his gang lets out a holler, and I spin around to see he's got the tarp of the Chevy pulled back where you can read "Mauser" on the crates, clear as day.
The smiles are gone. Ung Lo is backpedalling, and time starts to crawl the way it does when people are shooting at you. I can hear the "whick" of bullets in the dirt at my feet. The whippet is in my hands, and my shoulder is aching from forty hours of driving and the recoil. Madness and confusion, angry shouts of Chinese, and Ung Lo in the middle of it all, with an opened parasol, jabbing it at the truck and yelling.
I don't even remember how I got out of there, but there was an ugly mass of goat fur in the radiator when I checked it in Yangtsu.
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Pete is so right. I can only say that my decision to take an ice cream van along the Silk Road route was the worst career decision I ever made.
If you ever have to tell a Mingol bandit that there are no choc-ices left in the freezer, you will find out what I mean.
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[/quote]I don't even remember how I got out of there, but there was an ugly mass of goat fur in the radiator when I checked it in Yangtsu.[/quote]
Might just have to play this and find out sometime.
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First Phil ,
I must say I like your Pulp Gallery and especial your BOB town .
I must do some similar for my self one Day .
one hint I have, spend some monny on small terrain pieces,I mean things like a market stall ,boxes and barrelīs, a Asian Camel would be great and more civilianīs maby other them only chinese maby muslim style .
I mean the town is outstanding but it looks that nobuddy lives there :wink:
secund`` Might just have to play this and find out sometime``
Plerase do it and make a nice game report here :P
Cheers Grimm
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I can't see any photos! Maybe next time...
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@LeadAsbestos I have the same problem from time to time with Philīs side :?
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I mean the town is outstanding but it looks that nobuddy lives there :wink:
Cheers Grimm
Nobody wants to live there, its just not safe.
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``Nobody wants to live there, its just not safe.`` :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
You are right Phil :)