First Session

As an aside, the names of the characters are as follows:

Doc the Angel

Lifiee the Brainer

Parker the Operator

Intro:

Our first session was actually spread out over two weeks. After our Angel fell asleep we decided to pause and resume later. I'll go ahead and write it as one post though.

I tried to follow the rules as best I could. This was the first chance I actually got to play Apocalypse World. I had read the book through two times (Yea. It's that good) and had watched other people play, but had yet to play a game myself. I did manage the main rule of the first session though; I didn't prepare anything. I brought my book and some print outs. Read the two paragraphs from the first session chapter and let the players look through the playbooks.

Two of my players looked through the playbooks once and picked a playbook. One of them fell in love with The Brainer as soon as he saw it. The other grabbed The Angel and had it filled out before everyone else had finished reading the playbooks. The third player deliberated for a while as to which playbook she would choose; she liked none of them. Eventually she settled on The Operator. It still surprises me how well The Operator can drive the game forward. After all the players finished their individual character generation, we started work on Hx, the characters’ history with one another. This was detailed out better in later sessions, but I'm going to put the up-to-date info here.

Hx:

This guy named Foster runs a holding where he trains all sorts of people to exist in the world as it is now. How to lie, steal, murder and all sorts of other jobs that are rather common now the world has been splintered into what is essentially neotribalism. There was this one mission. Parker asked Foster to come along and help out. Had to attack a rival holding. Hired some sort of psychic, they have been around since whatever destroyed civilization so many years ago, to scope out the enemy force. Turns out this “Lifiee” fellow wasn't too reliable. Told her there was going to be way less than there was. So, there they stood. Parker and Foster vastly outnumbered. Foster got hit. Almost died. Luckily for him a travelling medic just so happened to be in the area. Managed to get himself in quite the predicament too. He saw Foster lying there. Bleeding out. He, thinking he may be able to score something he could barter off for some medstuffs, ran up to help the bleeding old man. Of course, running into the middle of a firefight is never a good idea. He was in luck though, Parker was nearby. Parker, and her motley gang, managed to pull them out of the corner that they had put themselves in, and saved Doc... who saved Foster. The lot of them escape with naught more than the skin on their backs. Lifiee, though, he took off as soon as he got his piece. Thus began the Parker v Lifiee feud. Since Doc had sparked a dialogue with Parker, and he had nowhere to call home, he followed them to set his medshack up there for now.

Play:

(As a warning, this first session was a bit absurd. I think it's a byproduct of improv. After we solidified the game some, it became less absurd. A least... a little less absurd.)

The session started with Parker working two of her gigs. There's this dude, Cest, who has moved in close to Beacon. He has a harem that he shares... for a fee. He also wants to cleanse Beacon of all of the sexual depravity via his "gaggle" of whorewives. This is currently disrupting the reputable man, who runs the local brothel's, business. Proust, said reputable man, hires Parker to go show him that the "sexual depravity" in Beacon ain't so bad. She goes to Cest's new home, a previously abandoned "castle," in order to pleasure him with her talents. This is where the we zoomed in the detail microscope, and started playing in time.

As Parker is pleasuring Cest, she slips a poison, later to be discovered as gonorrhea transport agent, into her mouth to deliver to Cest. Proust wanted him to see the error of his ways, but not without a little pain to go with it.

With Cest pleasured, Parker said her goodbyes, he told her he would think about what she had said. This is what began phase two of Proust's mission for Parker. Parker then used her infiltration training to find a book that had been stolen from Proust. The Neo-Kama Sutra, he called it. Something about magically creating ephemeral lovers. Nonetheless, Parker found the book and was almost home free. Up 'til one of Cest's wives noticed that Parker was leaving with one of their most prized possessions. "She's got the book!" the whore screamed. Parker got swarmed and knocked unconscious by an oversized sex toy.

After a day or two, Cest realized there was a problem that wasn't there before. He kills all his wives who lose their "cleanliness" where could this have came from? Must have been that Parker... thing. Oh well, he'd deal with her later. He heard about a doctor with a healing touch near Beacon, and decided to visit him to see if he could have it fixed. When he got there, he told Doc about his newfound problem and asked for a cure, he offered some narcs in exchange. Doc lies. Tells him he's fresh out of meds that would be of use, but he could use a red, hot coat hanger to help him now. Cest agrees, reluctantly, and lets Doc impale him on the coat hanger. The screams were heard far and wide.

Proust started to worry. Parker had been gone for a while. Cest may have found him out. He decided to pay a visit to the local oracle to see if he could tell him anything. Enter Lifiee. Proust asked if Lifiee could look into Parker's disappearance, offering a box full of sexual miscellany. See, Lifiee has a very special way of peering through the Psychic Maelstrom, a much less ephemeral aether that permeates all of this blighted land since whatever caused this global anarchy. There's this incarnation, of the Maelstrom, named Eris. She is Lifiee's lover, and the way through which he receives his oracular visions. But, to him, both are one and the same. It is through his lovemaking that he sees. After going behind some trees, and pleasuring his lover, he returns with his vision. She is in some sort of castle, surrounded by sexual paraphernalia. Proust gave a sigh. At least she isn't dead. He kicks the box Lifiee's way and turns to gather Marshall and his gang and storm the castle. Lifiee picks up the box to find some sex rope. He lights up and heads for the trees.

Parker came to some inordinate amount of time after being beaten unconscious. She had evidently been beaten a few times since then. Probably to keep her in her current state. Everything was dark. But, there was some very German women nearby, musing about the idiocy of Cest for not letting them kill Parker. Evidently he enjoyed what he got to do to them while she was unconscious. At least this put a smirk on Parker's face. There's a loud explosion, sending the whores scrambling. There's gunfire and more explosions. One of the whores, who was guarding Parker, decides to interrogate her. She drove the heel of her shoe into Parker's neck, causing the chair Parker was tied onto to hit the ground. She began to beat Parker with an oversized purple dildo. Parker knew it was purple by a special ability she had since birth, not a useful ability mind you; she could feel the color of objects that were touching her, and in this case she was being “touched” with something purple.

About this time, Eris finally reached her orgasm. But, there's a funny thing about her orgasms. The resonate throughout reality, causing rips and tears throughout.

Doc had been using the narcs he received from Cest. He was high as a kite and decided to try to feel around in the Psychic Maelstrom. Someone had shown him how before. He didn’t really care who at this point. The moment he opened his brain, the shock waves of pleasure emanating from Eris burned through his brain, causing hemorrhaging.

Parker was much more lucky with the side effects of the orgasming incarnation. Her ropes started to fray; enough to let her wiggle free. She resumed her fight with her whore captor. She tried to seduce her, only being slightly disgusted by the amount of hair this woman possessed. At first it seemed to be working, but then things went south... well, more south. Parker got beat down with the sexual weapon. As she hit the ground, she saw shadows moving down the hallway behind her. Maybe she would live through this after all.

After satisfying his lover, Lifiee was given a new vision. He saw a castle, a different one from last time, burning in the distance. Too elated by his recent love making, he dozed off to sleep in his lover’s arms.

She awoke a while later, on a bed in Doc's medshack. She breathed a sigh of relief. Doc looked in a bad way, but more importantly, Proust looked very distraught. There was some news he didn't want to share. He led Parker outside to talk to Marshall. "There's a new cult 'round town. They've been taking people. We heard from your old hold that they got Foster." Waves of shock and anger washed over Parker.