Not Warhammer per say, but I lit a fire under my roleplaying group while GMing a Fallout GURPS session tonight. For context, the campaign is set in Toronto about the time of Fallout 2, and the player characters are pre-war human popsicles from a vault with some parallels to 4's Vault 111.
During the session, a runner belonging to a friendly local faction gave them a communique from their leader, detailing a plan to secure and potentially restore the old Molson Brewery due east of Pearson International Airport, with a number of valid reasons as to why the faction couldn't commit to doing it themselves but would like to see it happen regardless. I hadn't even gotten to mentioning the rationale behind it (apart from the fact it was delivered by a runner rather than via radio, which is its own plot hook) when two of the three available players started rolling their Alcoholic and Greed checks (with predictable results
), so now the party is committed to making this happen.
Thus far, progress has taken them from their homestead of Fort Myers (a now-fortified farmstead in what used to be Mississauga) to Highway 427 and up to Overpass Hell (less than a kilometer from both the brewery and the airport), which in itself provided a couple of interesting side attractions.
The first was a raider camp on their way to the 427, then guarded by only four sentries since the rest were off doing what raiders typically do. The party did their usual shock and awe recruitment pitch (in this case, blitz the first two guys with SMG fire and offer the surviving remainder a better life at Fort Myers if they surrender), then proceeded to prepare a most explosive welcome for the returning raiders involving four claymore anti-personnel mines (they had salvaged these from a would-be car bomb in a previous session), a gun trap consisting of two shotguns and two pistols, a baseball grenade, and a proper frag. After turning nearly all of the returning raiders (including their leader, who tripped the whole thing) into bloody salsa, they once again offered the same proposition to the last guy who now has a case of shellshock from watching his buddies get blown up, and so gained three new settlers and two pack brahmins. The park ranger among the PCs tried to make himself look tough in front of the raiders, though, apart from threatening to carve someone's ribcage into a canoe, the raiders weren't convinced by his relatively intact park ranger attire and Smokey the Bear mannerisms.
The second was the ruins of a Chinese restaurant on the other side of a ditch from the highway. Not much to say here as it looked pretty ransacked and neglected, though they managed to find a bowl of perfectly preserved fortune cookies still in their original packaging. One of the PCs decided to pluck the top one, open it up and read his fortune. It read: "Your future will be bright and sunny."
The third was specifically at Overpass Hell, which due to both the initial blast shockwave and subsequent 160 years of deterioration left few of the overpasses standing, and rather the place could be better described as Hell's Teeth due to their supports remaining the most structurally sound parts. The same PC who read his "fortune" earlier opted to climb the tallest of these supports in hopes of getting a lay of the nearby land, and discovered that it had once been used as a hunting roost for a bit. From there, he could see the brewery, its parking lot (in which seven feral ghouls were found), the airport, a partially ruined motorcycle/aircraft factory past the far end of the airport, and further south the setting's equivalent of Ikea. Being a little serendipitous, that PC found a high-tech scope for his Lee Enfield in a dufflebag on the perch. While without power for the fancier features (IR, night vision, rangefinder, etc), he was still able to make use of it to pick off the ghouls from a long ways off.
