Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Other Strangness. Wanted to give it a run, because I am a sucker for systems with awesomely random Char-Gen, and wrote up a pretty basic one-shot. The PCs are a group of mutants, all but three of whom were trained by the same ninja sensei, with the last one being a military trained. . .skunk espionage agent. SOLID SKUNK.
Anyway, while wildly dissimilar, they worked together reasonably well, and quickly bit at the plot-hook - while watchin' the 'ol TV, they see, according to my notes:
""Next week, the Metropolitan Museum of America will be unveiling their latest exhibit, the preserved brain of one of America's greatest costumed heroes, Admiral America. He gave his life in a brave conflict with Komrade Redinskovich three months ago, and this was all that could be salvaged." the TV cuts to a dramatic clip of the great American hero battling an equally large man in red, with a hammer and sickle on his chest. It cuts out, as apparently something destroyed the camera.
April continues: "In his will, he specified that in the event that he perished, whatever was left of his body was to be preserved and shown as an example of heroism and sacrifice for America. Why he specified this, nobody is sure, however there are rumors" she winks at this "Unsubstantiated rumors, that the brain will someday be transplanted into a new body, to continue The Good Fight™. Oddly enough, there are <B>also</B> rumors that something plans to steal the brain. Ridiculous, right? This is April O'Neil, Channel 6 News, reporting."
The TV cuts to some uninteresting guy with way too much black dye in his hair talking about the weather. "
Not wanting an artifact of sweet Americana robbed (this is a non-serious game, folks), they made a few checks, ended up finding a trail to the docks, utterly demolished a few unorganized LA MUERTO NEGRO thugs, one of whom dropped a cell phone whose last call was to a gym. . .
Yadda yadda, they ended up tangling with LA MUERTO NEGRO (always in caps, always) a new, vicious syndicate, and in the gym, faced EL CABRO FUERTE, who happened to be one of the important bad guys, the #2 guy in the syndicate.
Tough baddy, very focused on hand to hand and what not, but I figured a group of four, all of which were decent, ought to be able to take down one human, even a well built one. Right?
Well. . .no. EL CABRO FUERTE proceeded to punch, dropkick, and suplex the entire party into unconsciousness, and while I could have continued the game from there, as they try to figure out where to find the stolen (since they got knocked out, it's auto-stolen, because that's how Saturday Morning Cartoons work) brain, but, well.
After a TPKO by an all caps luchadore, all my players were too busy laughing to continue. Something about a luchadore piledriving an anthropomorphic shark with a light machinegun tickled their fancy I guess.
