Alright, fast forward.
Baby, Dent, Marsh and Bullet are all in Dent's shiny new deuce and a half, parked in frotn of Kip-town. The Chopper, the Faceless, the Brainer and the Driver are screaming at one another. Out of game, Barry, JJ, KK and Padraic are more or less screaming at one another. I let them know that I won't let it go on for too much longer before we go to dice or something.
Ya see, Baby's boys rolled into town proud as hell of their boss, who opened fire on cannibal soldiers at West Point (their facts were fuct). Bullet is in debt to the Kipsie and he was ready to barter for some fancy driving down to Bear to put them under Kip-town's heel but when he heard about West Point, a fine place to control the southern part of the Hudson, the Kipsie got ideas.
Bullet was ready to give his daddy's car to Kipsie as a hostage...not the gunned up Vette but his daddy's Nascar, the car that is hidden away in storage somewhere, the one that hasn't ever been driven in game yet. In return, the Kipsie would allow Bullet to rule West Point as hardholder but under the Kipsie, in his name. The Kipsie liked how Bullet talks about his dad; one of the Kipsie's big motivations for making Kip-town a safe place was to give his parents a place to grow old gracefully.
Dent thought that was pretty reasonable, but then, Dent had been looking at this bridge and his hammer, back to the bridge and then at his hammer all night, wondering if he could break it...break the suspension bridge with a few swings. Dent wasn't too worried about the Kipsie or Kip-town. I am reminded of those lines for Dune, "He who can destroy a thing controls that thing."
Bowing down to the Kipsie stuck in Baby and Marsh's craw, hence the yelling. Bullet just wants to start building something, to start being decent. He is noble intentions wrapped around .30 caliber bullets and a fast car.
After yelling all night (10-15 minutes of game time), the crew went to talk to the Kipsie.
I had described Kipsie's motorcycle gangs as not really his own. He keeps them working through barter and smarts but they aren't particularly beholden to him so much. Kipsie has a solid group of folks around him, including the Dancer. They all sat down, biker gang leaders standing around the table, watching the proceedings.
The proceedings went around in circles for a while and then the Kipsie said something about no one having to bow down to him. I tell everyone that he is fucking lying.
Baby fucking shoots him. Seize by Force.
The king is dead, hail to the queen.
In last week's game, if you follow along, you might have noticed that Baby didn't do shit. That is because Baby didn't do shit. KK was exhausted and when I put situations in front of her, she'd look at me, nod and that was that. I have gamed with KK for years, so I didn't sweat it, thinking that if it became a pattern, I'd ask if she was enjoying herself. Tonight, KK was back and it was nice to have her at the table.
In the last few rolls of the night, Baby and Bullet got improvements; they both took their advancements from the Hardholder's book. Bullet will be the Hardholder of West Point and Baby will be the Hardholder of Kip-town.
"Yeah, the Kipsie's dead but how long until we have to worry about this despot killing us!" Bullet said.
"But this despot's Baby; we know her."
Heh.
It was one of those nights where if I didn't have to open a library in the morning and if I didn't have a battle in my skull between my sinus infection and my antibiotics, I might've seriously thought about gaming all damned night. We had that kind of momentum.
Other things to post about later:
- Rubbin's arc
- Food, food, food