|Gates of Arkham|
|School of Hard Knocks: Once during his turn, after rolling dice, Skids may reroll all dice showing a result of his choice.|
|CS-3: "Skids" O'Toole [U]|
"I didn't get out of the joint just to watch the world end."
|During your turn, spend 2 resources: You may take an additional action this turn. (Limit once per turn.)|
|+2. If you succeed, gain 2 resources.|
Options: Rogue cards () level 0-5, Guardian cards () level 0-2, Neutral cards level 0-5.
Requirements: On the Lam, Hospital Debts, 1 random basic weakness.
The Story So FarEdit
Sure, Skids had knocked over a few banks before they caught him, but he'd never killed anyone. Scared someone? Intimidated someone into handing over his possessions? Yeah, ok, he'd done that, but he wasn't a bad person. He was just desperate. When he told the cops that he'd needed the money for an operation for his mother, they'd just laughed. Apparently they'd heard that excuse once or twice before.
His mother died of her illness during the second year of his sentence. After that, no one came to visit him. He managed to cling to his sanity by befriending his cellmate, a scrawny little guy named Brad Hollins. Brad was a weird guy. He would rant and rave in a quiet voice every evening about the "Old Ones" and tell Skids about bizarre adventures he'd had while dreaming. Skids humored him until one night he'd woken up to hear Brad chanting strange words, still asleep. Smelling smoke, Skids turned to look at his cellmate just in time to see Brad scream and burst into flames. The screws had tried to pin it on him, but really, there was no way they could get it to stick.
Now, finally out on parole, Skids finds himself staying in a place that Brad frequently mentioned in his ravings - the city of Arkham. Perhaps he can find some answers to the questions raised by his friend's death.
Skids hadn't planned on a life of crime. But sometimes doing the right thing means getting your hands dirty. The cops didn't care that Skids needed the money for his mother's operation. His mother died of her illness during the second year of his sentence. His cellmate, Brad Hollins, told him there were worse fates than death. He ranted and raved in a quiet voice every evening about the "Old Ones" and told Skids about bizarre adventures he'd had while dreaming. Skids didn't give it much thought until the night he woke to the sight of his cellmate bursting into flames. When Skids was finally released, he returned to Arkham, looking for answers.