Regular readers are no doubt aware that I've been working on a Pulp Alley campaign set ambiguously on the fringes of a partucular far distant future. Below is the result: "Showdown at the Graceful Ghost."
The Lace-Rock Boys (and Girls) landed on Moab Saturday night to retrieve their cache of weapons and money only to be jumped by the not-so-helful spaceport dicks. Early Sunday morning they narrowly escaped with their skin and crept out to the abandoned Graceful Ghost Mine to grab their loot and bail from this withered dustbowl of a forgotten moon . . .
Whom should they spy cresting the last butte? The pirate Jesse "Goldberg Street."
The bastard must have known they were coming and bribed spaceport security so he could surreptitiously follow them to the pickup. What else could possibly go wrong?
Who is the mysterious man in blue with the curiously over-armed simian friend?
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Tune in next week to find out what went down at the Graceful Ghost.