The Death Cookie

Here's another Actual Play write-up from Woody at FAST. This one tells the tale of Colin's HappilyEverAfter game at Archon 2010.

(As told by Ms. Muffet) 

It was just another day in HappilyEverAfter, the city that puts the “sin” in fascination.  You could survive if you knew how to play the game; the penalty for not following the rules could result in the kind of dirt nap you don’t wake up from.  I’m Ms. Muffet, owner of Twisted Web, Inc., a small detective agency that has a reputation for getting results when you don’t want the buttons involved.  I retain a few unique freelancers to keep the overhead low; they work for cash under the table and I save a fist full of dough on health insurance.  Like them, I am not without my own curious abilities that come in handy in my line of work.  Several years ago when I was just a wee lass, a radioactive spider sat beside me and bit my hand.  Too bad I deep-sixed it before I discovered I had gained wall-crawling and web-slinging powers.  (The little buggers still give me the heebie-jeebies, though.)