The version you see off to the right here is an updated version of the original. It is far from the completed version though, as it is lacking my Setup rules as well as a better character sheet, discussions of genre, the new rules-very-damned-lite approach to NPCs and a bunch of other crap.
It is my hope to have a version of this game done for Gencon 2004. It will be what i call the "Heist Edition". With that, you can either pay 7.95 american for the book, which will look like a forty or so page comic book "floppy", or you can try and be sneaky and steal it from me. Those that actually get away with stealing the book get it for free, no repurcussions. Those caught though will still have to pay full price. And, of course, anyone who plays in one of my demo sessions will get a deep discount on the book.
-Michael
I felt the cool steel of the gun in my hand, the dead weight of it. It was starting to warm up from use and i could see little twirls of smoke were finding their way out of the barrel. I took a look around the room and took everything in. A couple of security guards were tied up on the floor, thick silver duct tape wrapped around their limbs and mouths. Other guards were left in a heap on the floor, blood slowly seeping out of them and forming a scarlet pool for each to swim in. Gordie was working on the vault door, pressing a drill machine into the surface of it, little bits of hot metal flying up into the air. Lenny and Bastard Billy were standing by the doors, waiting expectantly for more guards to arrive.
I walked up to Tommy Two-Jacks and patted him on the shoulder.
"What the hell are we doing here, Tommy?" I asked, wiping a splatter of blood off of my face.
Tommy pointed at the vault and gave me a punch in the shoulder. "That's why we're here, man, he said, a smile starting to spread its way across his normally placid face. "Once we crack that, we'ree out of the game! Don't you remember why you joined up with this gig?"
I mulled it over for a moment. I tried to remember why I would have joined up with these guys and try to heist three million dollars in diamonds from Sebastion Jones. I thought about my wife for a moment, I think it had something to do with her, but I couldn't get it right in my head. Instead, the only thing that I could think of was getting caught by that insane Jones fucker and what he would do to us if we dropped the ball here.
There were rumors that he keeps a vat of maggots in his basement.
I heard something then. It wasn't too loud and, honestly I don't know how I heard ot over Gordie's drilling machjne boring through the vault door. I heard a floor board creak.
I grabbed a little trinket off of the night table and threw it at Gordie, hitting him in the shoulder with it. He turned around, ready to punch me, when I held my finger up to my lips and started taking a look around. Gordie shut off his drill and i switched off the safety on my gun.
A guard jumped out of one of the closet doors, a small black rifle gripped tightly in his hands. He starts firing off shots and before I can even think I'm jumping through the air, ducking behind a couch. The guard was screaming like a banshee and firing wildly, bullets punching holes in everything, dust and little bits of shrapnel flying up in the air. Bullets tore into the other security guards that we had taken hostage, explosions of crimson bursting out of silver tape. Then i heard the gun click.
I immediately shot up from behind the couchand lined up a shot on the guard. My finger lightly pulled the trigger back and suddenly half of the guard's head was a smear of red mist hanging in the air.
"Is everyone okay?!" Tommy yelled out. I took a look around and saw Lenny laying on the ground, his gut laying open like a biology class experiment. No one answered Tommy's question.
A moment later we heard the squeal of a bullhorn being turned on.
"Well boys, I'm home now." It was the voice of Sebastion Jones coming from the next room over. "Now you are well and truly fucked."
What the hell was i even doing here anyway?