SHARK OF THE LAND
i used El Tiburon indirectly in a game i recently ' ed for some friends of mine who had absolutely zero Pnp experience. in order to pump up the excitement for them, i interspersed
myths, legends and stories about El Tiburon and his heroic feats of strength throughout the campaign. my players ATE that shit up, to the point where they began actively searching out
information on the legendary figure they took to calling "El Megashark" (based on the movie of the same name). they began thinking out of the box. they began trying unorthodox combat
moves and weird solutions to problems and most importantly they relaxed and started to actually enjoy the game. they also ended up completely detailing the campaign - seized by an
unexpected kwe of MANLY JUSTICE, they decided to fuck off of the quest i had given them and instead lands in search of the Cara Tiburon, the Face of the Shark... the long-
lost lucha mask of El Tabu rem that they might ens hid it fer all to see. the campaign ended with a grudge match inside of an active lolcano avers us the BEES Liche who used
the souls he stole as a type of ml steroids Mink Bane as a lic he).
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it was a tough fight, as fought dirty while the players, motivated by honor, fought him one at a time, tagging each other in as each ran out of HP and was knocked
unconscious. finally, the last player standing, a wizard, took an elbow in the head and dropped to the mat; i told him he had one round to perform whatever action he could while the
BEES climbed the turnbuckle in preparation for the ; fighting to not blackout, he crawled back to the party' s comer where the downed forms of his comrades lay motionless,
and declared his action:
I CALL UPON THE SHARK OF THE !"
all eyes went to me, and i knew exactly what they wanted. and it was perfect. the spectral form of El Tiburon appeared ringside, a glowing nimbus surrounding him.
the wizard, with his last ounce of strength, tags him in, and the party is treated to their hero twisting the BEES into a pretzel with submission holds before ripping his mask off - a mask
which just so happened to be the BBIG' s phylactery, which the prone wizard player promptly stabbed with his dagger. as the BEES exploded in a spray of congealed blood and soul jizz,
the lair began to disintegrate around them, and as they made their escape they saw the figure of El Tabu rm saluting them as he faded away, leaving only a glimmering mo hader mask to
slowly float to the floor of the ring.
so i guess you can add "get 4 ' s interested in " to the list of El Tiburon' s posthumous accomplishments.