Finn tours the Weird West

Recently I've been reading through the Mythic Game Master Emulator from Word Mill Games. It's basically a set of tools that you can use to come up with an adventure in any genre on the fly, with or without a GM. Going in I was skeptical, but after reading through some reviews and of the solo adventures done over at Risus Monkey, I became more convinced.

I decided that sounded like a fun activity and thought I might take a crack at it. As you can tell by the title of this blog I'm a fan of the western genre, so I decided I'd try an adventure in the Deadlands setting. For those of you unfamiliar w/ Deadlands think Western/Horror with some steampunk mixed in.

My character is a newspaper reporter who goes by the name "Finn." He's basically a rip off of Fletch transported into Deadlands. More posts following Finn's adventures in the Weird West shall follow. For now here are his stats:

Name: Edmund “Finn” Finnegan
Rank: Novice
XP: 0
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 187

Ag: d6 Parry: 4
Sm: d8 Tough: 4
Sp: d8 Pace: 6
St: d4 Cha: 0/2
Vg: d4 Grit: 0

Skills

Fighting: d4

Guts: d6

Investigation: d8

Notice: d6

Persuasion: d8

Shooting: d6

Streetwise: d6

Edges
Charasmatic - +2 cha
Danger Sense - Notice roll at -2 to detect suprise
Tale Teller - +2 Persuade to tell of posse's exploits

Hindrances
Curious
Vow - Uncover the truth.
Enemy - Mayor of Denver

Weapon
Colt Army .44 (AP 1)
Damage: 2d6+1
ROF: 1
Range: 12/24/48
Weight: 2

Gear
Suit
Boots
Derby
Pencil & Paper
Holster
Saddle Bag
Canteen (full)
Bedroll
Trail Rations x7
.44 rounds x 50 (12 on person)
Horse

Wealth
Currency: $46.50
Total Weight: 4.5 Self / 38 Horse
Weight Limit: 20
Encumbrance: 0

Background
The name is Edmund Finnegan, but everyone just calls me “Finn.” I’m a newspaper reporter. I used to write for the Denver Post under the name of John Doe, maybe you’ve seen my stuff. I was the top investigative journalist the city of Denver had ever seen. I plumbed the depths of the city’s underworld and shined the light of truth down upon it. That is, until I got in a little too deep. I uncovered some nasty goings on down the Mayor's office. Real grade A stuff. When the story went to print my spineless editor, under pressure from city hall, gave my name up to the filthy bastard. Rather than find out what fun times we could have if his cronies got a hold of me, I hightailed it out of town. My plan is to head out west, take in the scenery, and maybe find something worth writing about. I’ve herd some crazy rumors about what goes on out there. If it’s even half as weird as they say, I think it’ll make a hell of a piece.