The Wings Keeton Role Playing Game
Wings Keeton And The Airship Of Doom
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 Introduction
 Using the Dice
 Creating Characters
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 Order of Play
 Saving Throws
 Injury & Death
 Surprise Rule
 Character Advancement
 Referee Adventures
 Solo Adventures
 The Airship of Doom Solo Adventure
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 Bestiary
  Minobot
  Professor Sinistre
  Henchman Sourpuss
  Henchman Badboy
 About the Author
 Creative Commons Licensing
WK-028

Wings nearly lands on the nacelle but slips off, "It's up to you now old chap", is the last thing he shouts as he falls away into oblivion. Tough luck, but at least thats the way he'd want to go, in action.


You awaken from your daydream with a start. The rooms lights are dimmed and David Bland is making another needless point.


Bland, "Now management is concerned that even though we've had efficiency training too many pointless suggestions are being received in the box outside our offices about how to improve our processes. We've had the janitor empty the box twice."


"So that's what happens to them," someone mumbles.


Bland, "What? Well as you know this company is run from the top down and all the suggestions that matter are coming from the top. However don't be afraid to use the suggestion box."


Wings Keeton appears out of thin air in the empty chair beside you. He leans over to share a confidence, "Sounds like wasted effort to me."


"What are you doing here?" You ask.


Bland icily, "Did you have something to contribute?"


Unheard by Bland, Wings says, "I'm not supposed to fall of the Airship you know. Well, it's not your fault really, I mean look at this crap you have to put up with."


"Nothing really," you say.


David Bland frowns, "That's the sort of interruption and waste of time we can do without. Now moving on..."


Wings leans back in his chair, "Want another kick at the can?"


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