Endtown RPG Session #41

GM (GM): hey everybody!

C. Jeffrey: Heya

GM (GM): Yeah, gotta show up early to work on maps and such.
I put in new rules for knocking people out:https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc
Basically just hit them for half their hitpoints.
If you wanna put them in a coma, declare a restrained strike then knock them past zero.
Heyo

Clayton R.: hey

Cas Hutson: Hey GM! How's it going?

GM (GM): Pretty good! Wee bit of a cold but I'm over it.

C. Jeffrey: Filled in the character sheet

DJ-Max: Hey GM.

GM (GM): Cool!
Not alot in updates this week. I was talking to lawyers for copyrights and such.

Claudius Silvanus: Ah
Well that's... gonna take a while
Did you see Claude's New Groove?

GM (GM): I saw the riot electro moose.

DJ-Max: Oh yeah, before I forget guys. This will probably be my last session, some stuff has come up and I can't really show up anymore.

GM (GM): Aw man!

Claudius Silvanus: Aw damn
That's saddening

DJ-Max: Yeah, I know.

GM (GM): Is it a schedule thing?
I shouldn't pry.

DJ-Max: Yeah. Scheduling

Cas Hutson: Aww man! It was great having you around though!

DJ-Max: If things clear up I should be able to come back, but it won't be for a while. Still, its been fun as hell.

Clayton R.: That sucks. I wish you the best.

C. Jeffrey: At least we'll have you back eventually

GM (GM): Always be a seat for ya.

Claudius Silvanus: Damn. Good luck man. It was really fun so far and if you can make it back it would be swell
Oh right I did finish Sommer. My art output was shit lately cause you know why.

C. Jeffrey: Yup, I understand

GM (GM): I know a guy who had a stroke recently.
Drove his family nuts.
Anyway!

Claudius Silvanus: https://a.pomf.cat/uoachw.png
Don't worry GM. My dad is pretty good at that
At least he's at the farm now where the weatheri s better

GM (GM): Let us wash away our cares in dice and semi-witty banter
Looks like Jim meets King of the Hill.
Hey Martin!

C. Jeffrey: Dale?

Claudius Silvanus: You mean
Rusty Shackleford

Martin Baron: Hey, adding in the paste now.

Claudius Silvanus: Sha-sha-shaaaaa
Hey Martin

GM (GM): Ready to go?

DJ-Max is prepared.

Martin Baron: Yes. Might have to leave for a few minutes soon though. Don't know when. Got an ice bucket to clean and fill.

C. Jeffrey: Ready as I'll ever be

Claudius Silvanus: I think you can make a token out of that Jeffrey for Johnatan

Cas Hutson: I'm ready!

we begin!

We join our crew in the bowels of deep city freshly restocked and reloaded, ready to set off again into adventure!

Claudius Silvanus: ( Test 1.2.3)
(Okay good)

Clayton R.: (( I want to fix my riot helmet before we set out. Forgot about it last time. ))

GM (GM): okay. for expediency lets say you did!

Claudius Silvanus: (( Ask Claude nicely ))

Martin Baron: ( I got myself prepared 2 weeks ago. I'll wait for y'all. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Same. ))

GM (GM): Primary doc:
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc

Martin Baron: ( Mind listing the changes? )

GM (GM): Rules for knock out have been pointed out:

Clayton R. stretches, preparing to embark once more after his near fight with everett... again. He points to the moose. "You... I need my Riot Helmet repaired, you busted it up slamming into me."

GM (GM): Do half the hp in one hit and the roll fortitude.
Fail, you are out for 1d10 rounds.
Pull a restrained punch but still put them past 0 hp and they will be in a coma.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Awesome ))

Cas Hutson: (( Nice ))

GM (GM): reading between the lines, knocking someone in the head is the easiest way to knock someone out.
Or kill them, depending.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I knock 'em out with a slap on the wrist?))

Claudius Silvanus grumbles "You... I have a name you know, leather jerkface." he grabs the helmet angrily and starts getting to work on it

GM (GM): Sure, depending on the slap

DJ-Max shakes his head a good amount some things never change.

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ybv94PHccIQ

Jonathan Sommer is still doing tricks for money. Magic tricks.

Clayton R. groans, pacing as the moose mutant works. "I'll remember it when you remember mine."

GM (GM): So, actions?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is it the end of the week?))

Clayton R.: (( Just fixing the helmet and heading out. really.))

GM (GM): Yes. It is saturday.

Clayton R.: (( might be worth noting that we will be dealing with a lot of radiation, and we don't have protective suits other than a partially damaged one.))

GM (GM): Your overall objective: Find the missile bases.

Jonathan Sommer grabs his tip hat and seeks out Martin.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah... and there's a lack of them laying around as it is. We might try to see if we can grab something along the way.))

Martin Baron is waiting near the exit of Down-Underville, somewhat prepared for the job ahead. He spots Jonathan and waves him down.

Clayton R.: (( I wish I was as optimistic as you. ))

GM (GM): Without much else available you set off!
Woop.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh wait, I thought we were getting drinks for fun))

Claudius Silvanus gives the fixed helmet back "There. Happy now?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Eh, we can drink on the ride there))

GM (GM): ((Roll 20 loading slow for anyone else?))

Martin Baron: ( Oh yeah. Could just say we got 2-3 bottles of something. )

Clayton R. takes his place in the front seat, and speaks with Hershel. "Hey. You still have the coordinates of those factories mapped out?"

Martin Baron: ( Working fine here.)

Cas Hutson: ((Nah. It's fine on my end.))

GM (GM): ((Well it's slow for me))

Clayton R.: (( Not me, we are in the wastes right? ))
try refreshing

Jonathan Sommer waves over to Claude. "How's the knife thing coming along?"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Didn't I make the knife last session? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((You did, but I didn't get it yet))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Ah right ))

GM (GM): ((I'm sorry, I guess I missed that! Anyway: Combat knife: 2d10+25(35)))

Claudius Silvanus looks through his stuff and pulls out the knife modified in the best way that he could "Well I had some time at the workshop..."

Directions?

Jonathan Sommer: "So... it shoots the knife?"

Martin Baron: ( To the base location that Hershey has. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Ah yeah the wirst launcher ))

GM (GM): ((Oh that. yeah I thought we had the stats for that.))

Jonathan Sommer: ((We did))

GM (GM): ((Nevermind then, I was thinking of something else.))

Claudius Silvanus hands the second part of the machinery connected with the knife by a strong chain "Here's the wrist-piece. And yeah. I made the launcher use jolts of electrcity but I might need to switch to CO2 at some point."

Martin Baron checks his shotgun, making sure it's fully loaded, while eyeing the bottle of alcohol that Jonathan passed to him before leaving. Doesn't have a brand name, but the smell implies a hard drink.

Your journey is unexpectedly long! It takes some 3 days to get to your destination!

Martin Baron: ( And nothing happened along the way? Guess that's good, no sudden attacks and possible deaths. )

Jonathan Sommer handles the equipment with a grin. "Shit, Claude. Are you a local genius or something?"

Cas Hutson: ( Don't jinx it Martin )

GM (GM): You encounter a traveler on your journey!

Martin Baron: ( Well then again, we are traveling in a Topsider transport )

Claudius Silvanus rubs the back of the head "Well... I've repaired Aerocars if that's a good reference."

GM (GM): You find a slug...person. He is about 7 feet long!

Jonathan Sommer equips the wrist launcher and looks out towards the slug person.

Clayton R. is glad his mask can hide his digust

DJ-Max does the rather obvious thing and takes a step forward to wave to the slug man and say hello. Its only right to be nice to other people.

DJ-Max: "Sup 'yo?"

Cas Hutson looks towards the slug, tilting his head as he is caught to his attention.

Slugman: Heeey

Clayton R. keeps his blaster wound up on stun

Cas Hutson: ( Could I inspect the slug? )

GM (GM): Sure!
Roll perception!

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(16)= 16

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(90)+30= 120

Cas Hutson: ( Oh wait, was there a bonus with that? Shoot. )

GM (GM): Just roll your intiative.
Same bonus

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(98)+25= 123

GM (GM): Unless you are using your SMELL POWER. then it's +20
You inspect the slug.

DJ-Max: "How's the wastes treating you?"

GM (GM): He appears to be wearing a leather jacket and carrying a guitar case.

Claudius Silvanus peeks out at the slugman... then comes out. "You might to stay back a fair bit from the bandage guy, the saltiness of him might burn on you."

Martin Baron whispers to Hershel, "Lockdown treads and do not allow anyone access to movement without a code... Um, 5321. Yeah."

GM (GM): ...That would have been more obvious if everything in contact with him wasn't covered in slime.

Hershel: repeats, "4321, got it."

Clayton R. glares at Claud briefly

Martin Baron: "5321 Hersh, 5321." Martin hisses back.

GM (GM): The slug continues, "Do you toughs know any venues 'round here?"

Jonathan Sommer: "We got booze."

Clayton R. shakes his head.

Hershel: , "Right, 53215321."

Martin Baron: (That's how you drown actual slugs )
"Bah screw it, good enough."

DJ-Max: "Ya' a music man yo? $@3%%$#@ you got any good sets?"

GM (GM): ((Err, sets? Like drums?))

DJ-Max: (Ahem. A 'set' is a music list in this case, songs you usually play, etc.)

Martin Baron: ( He knows Wonderwall )

Slugman: I play free style, man!

GM (GM): (Right, okay. Thanks.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Freebird))

Cas Hutson reels back, with disgust over the slime coming from that slug. He looks towards the side for the moment, not wanting to look no more at the slug.

Slugman: I can play anything by heart, ain't got no paper.

the slug whips his guitar around and plays afew licks.

Claudius Silvanus adjusts his armour a bit, still not used to the wetsuit... then again with the amount of power he's carrying he's not gonna take a chance of being electrocuted "Do you know "Sweet Home Alabama" by any chance?"

Slugman: Who doesn't?

Clayton R. walks up next to Martin. "I'm going to sit inside the transporter. Try and make this quick please."

Claudius Silvanus hrumps "Grumpier than usual."

Martin Baron doesn't care much for musicians, instead diverting his attention to the surrounding area for anything else of interest. He mumbles in agreement to Clayton.

Martin Baron: ( Mind if I roll a perception on the area? )

GM (GM): Sure!

Slugman: Now where is the nearest gig, man?

Martin Baron: ( I'm sorry, it's been a while, what's the roll again? )

GM (GM): Roll your intitative.
1d100+mind bonus

Martin Baron: ( Wasn't there a level bonus? )

Jonathan Sommer smiles. "I guess we can be your gig if you're offering."

Claudius Silvanus points where they came from "I'd try Deep City"

GM (GM): Not to perception but we are being fast and looser than normal.

Martin Baron: ( It's fine, thank you for the info. )

Slugman: DC, check. See you!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(68)+15= 83

DJ-Max: "Its got some sweet buildin's in it brah, ya'd do well."

GM (GM): Martin! You notice a duststorm building in the north!

Clayton R.: (( and then the slug was a secret spy mutt. ))

Martin Baron: "Hey, guys, we gotta go. Another dust storm right ahead of us." Martin says. He turns to the slug and adds "You should find some shelter to hide from this."

Decision time: The storm is headed for you! Do you try to out run it or do you hunker down?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Hunker down))

Cas Hutson: ( Best to hunker down )

Slugman: Ain't nothin' but dust, I'll work out!

Cas Hutson: ( Wait 'till the storm passes by )

Martin Baron: ( Don't see why Hershel can't buff it out. )

DJ-Max: (Hunker down.)

Clayton R. looks to Hershel for guidance. "Hey. How well do you think you'll fare in a dust storm?"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Outrun it ))

GM (GM): 3 For hunker!

Clayton R.: (( I want to get Hershel's imput to see if he can handle it. I'm sure he can, but just to be sure. ))

GM (GM): Hershel responds, "Better than getting hit with a zero gun that's for sure!"
3:1

Jonathan Sommer shouts to the slug, "You sure you don't want a cozy box to stay for a while?"

Slug: Eh, sure.

Clayton R. harrumphs, "Not like we had a whole lot of room for maneuvering there. Go ahead and call the others in so we can wait it out."

Jonathan Sommer does a celebratory fist bump.

GM (GM): Hunker down?

Clayton R.: sure

Cas Hutson: ( Yeah )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

Martin Baron: ( BAH GOD )

Clayton R. takes his seat in the front and buckles in, just in case

GM (GM): Woooosh

Clayton R.: (( Oh no. I giant amoeba ))

Martin Baron: ( Well good news, the sandstorm blew over and we arrived on top of a cookie. )

Hours pass

Claudius Silvanus looks through the window at the dust hammering on everything "I rarely saw these even back home... That's a force to be reckon with."

Jonathan Sommer shares a few drinks with Martin during the storm.

GM (GM): The storm has sudsided and you are greeted with an entire city as your first sight!

Martin Baron takes a sip from Jonathan's alcohol, immediately coughing at the first taste.

Clayton R. smirks at the sight. "Don't see that everyday..."

Claudius Silvanus hops out and takes a big look around then readies his shield and lance "Well I'll be."

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I roll perception? ))

GM (GM): Yes.

Jonathan Sommer chuckles at Martin's reaction and steps out to the city

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+35
(70)+35= 105

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll roll too))
rolling 1d100+25
(72)+25= 97

GM (GM): You can see about 7 large buildings in relatively good condition.

Clayton R.: more like a town really

GM (GM): It looks like they are all attached to a massive plate composed of a glassy material, either melted concrete or glass.

Claudius Silvanus checks the charge on his lance and proceeds to head towards them "Come on... we might find something valuable there!"

GM (GM): You spot something else!

Jonathan Sommer: ((oh no))

Martin Baron: ( We landed in a Counterstrike map. )

Clayton R.: (( Stalkers! ))

DJ-Max: "Jus' make sure you don' go to far ahead."

GM (GM): You see a man in a bomb disposal suit! And he has a grenade launcher!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Does he see us?))

GM (GM): He fires at you!

Clayton R. frowns, that doesn't look good

Clayton R.: (( fugg ))

Martin Baron: "#$*%ING MOVE IT!"

GM (GM): The shell lands some distance away with a THOOM.

Clayton R.: we init now?

GM (GM): You hear the man shout, "Next on is in your head Mr. Potato!

DJ-Max: "Gshdfhsdfs"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

Cas Hutson steps out of the transporter, pulling out his 9mm as he heard a loud thoom noise.

GM (GM): "Give up the hostages and you get to walk!"

Claudius Silvanus looks at the EDF-man "Ey, we have no hostages here, Bulldozer."

Cas Hutson: "The &^%* was that!?"

Clayton R. frowns again. "Hostages?!"

Martin Baron: ( Can I roll persuasion to convince him that we don't have hostages? )

Clayton R. has a sinking feeling that bomberman is talking about him.

GM (GM): Sure.

Martin Baron: ( Oh wait, dammit you still have the Topsider suit on don't you Clayton? )

GM (GM): Also your 1d100+mind

Martin Baron: ( Thanks. )

Clayton R.: (( The helmet, that's it. ))

Martin Baron: "Stop shooting! We're friendly, we're not hostages!"

GM (GM): ((So the most distinct part of a topsider suit!))

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(86)+15= 101

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(10)+20= 30

Clayton R.: about as good at persuasion as I am

GM (GM): He has accepted your idea of you=not bad guys.

Like a certain tire mascot, the armored man lugs his way over to you.

Clayton R. steps forward. "What the hell were you doing?.. And what kind of hostage rescue involves grenades first?"

Cas Hutson: ( You meant the mascot of Good Year? )

GM (GM): ((Michelen man, I was thinking.

Martin Baron: "For $#%*s sake Clayton! That helmet has been nothing but trouble for us all!"

GM (GM): http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2011/top10_creepiest_mascots/michelin_man.jpg

Claudius Silvanus walks up the the EDF man "Excuse leather jerkface here, he has a fetish for dressing up in suits."

Cas Hutson: ( Ohh, yeah that mascot! )

GM (GM): Sorry for the mistake, we've had trouble with Potato for weeks.

Clayton R. points at Martin. "It's been helpful too... don't discount that."

Claudius Silvanus: Potato?

GM (GM): His choice for names actually.
Keeps ranting about lacking skinned and being 'cooked alive'

Martin Baron: "Wear a bandanna or something, or roll up your bloody sleeves next time."

Claudius Silvanus rubs his head wondering what the man is ranting about "So... what kind of an establishment is this?"

Martin Baron: "Wait wait, skinned and cooked alive?"

GM (GM): ...The lack of the psychotic babbling should have been my first clue this guy wasn't him. Speaking of, who are you guys?
Like a potato, his words.

Clayton R.: "Contract workers."

Claudius Silvanus grins throwing his lance up 'KNIGHTS OF THE WASTELAND! Actually... people on a mission. "

Clayton R. rolls his eyes

Bomber: You get by fine with us then. We were mercs back in the day.

Martin Baron: "What's your name, merc?"

Bomber: Bomber, and these days I only work for myself.

GM (GM): Anyway, welcome to Slide City.

Martin Baron: "There anybody else here we gotta worry about blasting our masked man here into a thin paste?"

Cas Hutson slowly lowers his 9mm, keeping his eye on Bomber in case he does anything.

Claudius Silvanus crooks his head "So uhhh... why are you wearing that stupid bomb suit?"

Clayton R. shrugs" Well... Bomber. you know any place nearby where we can grab some radiation suits?"

Bomber: Uh, yeah, probably alot.

Clayton R.: "You wouldn't understand Claud"

Bomber: We got some but Q. Master is probably gonna want a trade or something.

C. Jeffrey continues drinking and approaches Bomber.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Whoops))

Clayton R. nods. "That's fine. Can you lead the way?"

GM (GM): ((Whiskey or water?))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Whiskey))

Claudius Silvanus hmms "Maybe I can help you with something. I'm good with hands"

Jonathan Sommer: "Any bars around here?"

GM (GM): Nah, we don't do well drunk.

Proceed to headquarters?

Clayton R.: yep

Jonathan Sommer shakes his head and turns to Martin. "Want another one?"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Sure ))

Clayton R.: well..

Jonathan Sommer: ((Sure))

Clayton R.: (( Can I lock up Hershel? or can he come with us? ))

Martin Baron: "I'm fine with just the one, thank you."

Jonathan Sommer: "Suit yourself, pal."

Cas Hutson: ( Sure )

GM (GM): Hershel can go anywhere but indoors.

Claudius Silvanus: (( BTW Cas... what kind of baseball uniform were you aiming for? ))

Clayton R.: alright. I'll have him follow us and tell him to be aware of stranger danger

GM (GM): As you travel, Sommer, you spot a beer sitting on a newstand!

Jonathan Sommer: "Hmm."

Jonathan Sommer looks around for any potential witnesses.

GM (GM): no one that you haven't already scene.

Jonathan Sommer practices his sleight of hand.

GM (GM): Even as you attempt you discover something odd!
The bottle is fastened to the newstand as if it's glued down!

Martin Baron takes another sip of whiskey, the taste still making him want to spit it out.

Jonathan Sommer: "What the hell."

Bomber: Ah, that.

Martin Baron: ( Use your manly strength to rip the bottle from its spot. )

Bomber: This whole island is stuck together. Like its one solid piece.

DJ-Max: "...Tha's weird yo."

Jonathan Sommer: "You've been super-gluing everything?"

Bomber: we think it has something to do with a bomb or electrostatic principals.

DJ-Max: "So...Is' all magnets an' such? A'ight, tha' makes sense."

Claudius Silvanus rubs his head "Doesn't make a lick of sense to me... I know a lot about electricity but this needs a better head"

Martin Baron: ( This is a reference to something, isn't it? )

Jonathan Sommer attempts to pry the bottle from the stand.

GM (GM): You try and try.

Clayton R. remains silent while following after Bomber

GM (GM): Eventually the bottle breaks!
The bottom is still stuck to the stand.
You do find something interesting, the liquid inside is friggin' solid!

Jonathan Sommer: "... Great."

Jonathan Sommer gives a small test lick of the solid thing.

Claudius Silvanus: ...That's an anoma...
(( That's adorable ))

DJ-Max: "...is...is it..."

DJ-Max pokes the water inside the bottle. Is it frozen or...?

GM (GM): You discover that it's beer!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is it good beer?))

GM (GM): ((It's average at best!))

Jonathan Sommer shrugs and continues licking at the solid beer.

GM (GM): You enter a building, following Bomber's lead.

Claudius Silvanus: ...John, you're between adorable and creepy

Jonathan Sommer: ((Was that IC or OOT?))
((*OOC))

GM (GM): The headquarters has a distinct 'man cave' aesthetic.

DJ-Max: "Nah tha' jus' ain' right man." he says watching Johnathon lick the solid bear.
beer*

Jonathan Sommer: ((Bear Beer))

Claudius Silvanus: (( IC ))

Cas Hutson became confused at the sight of Jonathan licking the solid beer. Instead of making a comment over this, he eyes over who were inside the building.

Claudius Silvanus looks around "Looks like my old garage."

Jonathan Sommer smirks and sticks his tongue at Claude.

GM (GM): You are of course, greated by several men pointing guns at you.
Bomber gives the okay sign and the holster it.

Sarge: So what's with you lot?

Cas Hutson: ( I'll be inspecting these other guys in green, if you don't mind. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Clayton R. speaks up. "We need raiation suits."

Claudius Silvanus shrugs "Freelance police. What else?"

Jonathan Sommer: "I'm a magician for hire."

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20
(100)+20= 120

Claudius Silvanus: (WEW LAD)

DJ-Max: "We jus' travel roun' helpin' people."

Martin Baron: ( Noice )

Clayton R.: ech *radiation

Cas Hutson: ( DANG )

GM (GM): That's a thing!

Clayton R.: (( 10/ 10 ))

Claudius Silvanus looks at Johnatan "A furious magician"

Jonathan Sommer: "I prefer 'lively,' thank you."

Martin Baron: "Bunch of people trying to get by."

GM (GM): You discover that despite them all being about the same size they appear to be different species, although it's impossible to visually under all the combat armor.

Claudius Silvanus looks at Clay "But as Clayton noted... we do need radiation suits where we're going..."

GM (GM): You notice that the food condition is sparse, having only the basics and water.
You notice notebooks lying on the table detailing operations and some sort of map, which has a some circular path drawn over it in red.
Besides that you notice that they're gear and guns are remarkibly well maintained.

Martin Baron decides to take a peek at the map, trying to make sense of what's on it.

GM (GM): Sarge is alittle annoyed you're going through those things!

Sarge: What do you think you are doing?

Martin Baron: "Sorry, sorry, just wondering what that map's all about."

Sarge: Ah, that. Well, you probably noticed this city appears pretty suddenly.
we get logistics when that happens and telemtry.

GM (GM): Basically this city moves around when it's hit by a storm and that happens, alot.

Claudius Silvanus rubs his head "Moving city? I don't think it's for my head..."

Sarge: we are charting it's movements.
We think it just slides along with enough windforce comes along.
I don't know, I'm not a scientist.

Martin Baron: "Next you'll be telling me the city will fly if the wind's are strong enough."

Claudius Silvanus: Well... I did repair cars that flown with propellers mr. Hare. So you know...

Sarge: We'll let you know if that happens.
So, you were saying something about suits?

Jonathan Sommer: "They want radiation suits, I want a dress suit."

Claudius Silvanus: Yeah... Amesworth radiation suits. I can trade my services for a couple

Jonathan Sommer: "With a handkerchief."

Sarge gives Sommer a stiff, humorless look.

Jonathan Sommer grins back.

Martin Baron: "We got... Yeah, we got a place to go to that's soaked in radiation. It's urgent for one of the colonies."

Sarge: I don't know if it's A-Rad grade but we do have some APEX issue grade 4 hazard suits.

Q: -Master Yeah, those should allow you to play around in regular radiation all day.

Clayton R. shrugs" That is unless you want to help repair my zero-suit."

Martin Baron: "That'd be excellent, thank you... What exactly do you want for them?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Q?))

Clayton R. shrugs again. "Yeah, what's the bill?"

Claudius Silvanus looks at Clay "That's near impossible."

QMaster: 'Fraid topsider gear is above our station.

GM (GM): (Quater Master)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh))

Sarge does a quick head count.

Sarge: 7 suits...
That is a lot.
Alright, we can't give you the suits, let's make a deal.

Clayton R.: "I don't think we need suits for all of us... 4 at the most I think."

Sarge: Oh good. We don't actually have 7 suits anyway!

Jonathan Sommer: "Deal, huh?"

Sarge: I'd say 20,000.

GM (GM): 5k a suit.

Claudius Silvanus 's jaw drops

Claudius Silvanus: THAT'S A PRICE OF A USED CAR!

Sarge: That is correct.

Claudius Silvanus headshakes "We have 5k at best..."

Sarge: Unless you have something to trade. We can't really just give you the suits.

DJ-Max: "Hmm."

Martin Baron: ( Can I roll negotiate? )

GM (GM): Sure!

Claudius Silvanus looks at the Sargeant "My skills? I can build stuff."

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(81)+15= 96

Clayton R. crosses his arms, he waits to act

GM (GM): Let's review the rules abit here.

Martin Baron: "Please sir, we're on a mission... well, not from god, but it's for the... greater good? Look, can't you lower it a tad?"

Cas Hutson: (( Oh wait! I got cans of beans to trade. Said they have scarce food, right? ))

GM (GM): ((That is true.))

Martin Baron: ( Should've stated the price reduction first, sorry. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((I've got beer))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+60
(22)+60= 82
Cannot buy a bucket.
So let's go over negioating.
Mind vs Mind. Martin, you take a -10 for every 10% you want it to drop. Sound good?

Martin Baron: ( Alright. Seems like I'm just 14 points above him. )

GM (GM): I'm not just saying that because I blundered on a GODDANG SIMPLE ROLL THAT WAS 80% SURE!

Martin Baron: ( Martin is a charismatic fellow once the dice is right )

GM (GM): So you want to bring it down to 18,000?

Martin Baron: ( Sure. )

GM (GM): The sarge agrees on a 18,000 price
Cas, you had an idea?

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin "That's still a used car... after you bargained it down... Come on... can't we be of help?"

Cas Hutson: (( Yep! I could see if they would want the cans of beans involved in the deal. ))

Clayton R.: (( I still don't think we need 7 suits ))

GM (GM): (Shoot cas!)
((Sarge counted the slug as part of your party.

Cas Hutson: (( 1d100 - (price reduction) right? ))

GM (GM): 1d100+mind-price reduction if that helps

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh right, Slugman))

Clayton R.: (( I think we only need 4 suits at most ))

Cas Hutson: (( Alright, thanks. ))
(( Going for a 20% price reduction ))
rolling 1d100
(7)= 7

GM (GM): right.

Cas Hutson: (( Oh ))

GM (GM): 1d7
rolling 1d7
(5)= 5
Look at that you win!
Anyway, they agree to take off a suit if you can supply them with a week of supplies. (7 food and water.)
At this point bomber speaks up.

Bomber: They could help with the problem, sir.

Sarge: Not this Potato Man flop again...

Jonathan Sommer: ((The Gang fights Potato Man))

Claudius Silvanus looks up "Sounds like a complicated problem

DJ-Max: "Potato man... he was talking about something like that earlier"

Sarge: Bomber says he's been seeing a topsider in the city but so far his reports are unsubstantiated.

Cas Hutson peers over to the others of the group, counting the cans of beans and bottles of water he has with him. "Hey, do any of you got any cans or bottles? I only got five of each over here," Cas whispered.

Martin Baron: "He could be sneaking about, avoiding attacking unless he's alone. I'd avoid running out in the open if I was fighting someone with a grenade tosser."

Claudius Silvanus thinks for a second "Those NDDC guys have radiation suits... right?"

Bomber: Come one Sarge! He's taken out Hershey and Musketeer!

Martin Baron: "Wait, I'm sorry, Hershey?"

Sarge: Hershey was a civilian, served with us as a medic until he decided to leave.

Jonathan Sommer passes a can to Cas.

Bomber: He didn't leave! It was 'Tato!

Martin Baron: "Um... Say Bomber, mind coming with me outside? I want to check something."

GM (GM): ((You got 6 now. That's 90% of a suit!))

Bomber: I'm not crazy!

Martin Baron: ( Is hershel nearby? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's reassuring))

GM (GM): Yes

Clayton R.: (( dun dunn dun ))

GM (GM): He's been trying to chat up the mustang but she's been giving him the cold shoulder

Martin Baron walks to Hershel, motioning Bomber to follow. "Hershel, do you recognize this person?"

Clayton R. is intrigued by all this talk of a man named Hershey. He couldn't be related to Hershel... right.

Cas Hutson quietly thanks Jonathan, making a quick count on the cans. "Just need another can and two bottles."

Hershel: Didn't that guy shoot grenades at us like twenty minutes ago?

Clayton R. nods, "Sure did, good thing we're all buddies now."

Martin Baron: "Bomber, mind describing what Hershey was like to Hershel here?"

Jonathan Sommer nods to Cas. "I think I got more in the box car."

Clayton R. throws his hands up as a show of sarcasm and general confusion.

Claudius Silvanus is unsure what to do at this moment...

Bomber: Okay, Hershey was about ye high, um, an octopus, hailed from Pencilvania, hillside.
Allergic to chocolate.

DJ-Max: "Allergic ta' chocolate? Poor man"

Bomber: Swore on greasy food. Loved the stuff.
he's been missing for about a week.

Claudius Silvanus moves towards the cap "Do you need any work on your equipment done while you're at it?"

Martin Baron: "Oh, a week? Sorry to bother you then."

Cas Hutson gives a small smirk. "Good good. Get me another can and two bottles from there. We could trade these for a suit if we got enough."

Sarge: Well, if you could restore the care outside that would be swell. We'd throw in a suit for that.

Martin Baron nods, "Yeah, I think we can manage that... Anything else you want us to help out with that we can get suits for?"

Bomber: Wait guys! I'm willing to break chain if you can take this guy down and bring proof I'm not flipped.

Jonathan Sommer walks off to Hershel and retrieves his pack, grabbing another can with two water bottles.

Claudius Silvanus runs to Herschel to get his toolkit.

Jonathan Sommer: "A little tip, box car. Play up your wild side."

Martin Baron: "Where'd you see him last?"

Jonathan Sommer saunters back to Cas with stuff in hand.

Clayton R. stands back, sort of letting the team move as they please. He wasn't going to try an dictate things for now.

Bomber: South side

GM (GM): He points

Clayton R.: (( If I'm quiet, it only means I'm a bit pre-occupied ))

GM (GM): At this time you hear a CRASH!

Martin Baron: "Any of you guys want to tag with me to hunt a snipe?"

Jonathan Sommer: "Hmm?"

Martin Baron: ( Locate sound of Crash Bandicoot? )

GM (GM): Claudius, you have discovered that the car has been fastened! It's going to take exceptional power to get anything on this thing moving again!

Claudius Silvanus is willing to take the risks involved...

GM (GM): The crash appears to be coming from the north.

Cas Hutson takes the stuff in Jonathan's hand to place with the other cans and bottles. He soon got startled by the crashing noise, placing his hand on the 9mm as he heads outside.

Martin Baron: ( I'll go with Cas to investigate north. )

GM (GM): The sarge has agreed to give you a suit, you know, when you get back.

Cas Hutson: ( Aye. )

Martin Baron: ( Rolling hearing perception. )
( Nice picture. )

Claudius Silvanus: ( I'll work on things after I help Cas and Martin... meanwhile I can think about getting it moving
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+35
(62)+35= 97

GM (GM): ((Now this is a new situation!))

Cas Hutson: (( Wait why is my token a corgi now? ))
(( Did I suddenly just turn into one? ))

GM (GM): ((Because I can't remember the breed name of your character))

Martin Baron: ( Yes. The sand made you look significantly less threatening. And British. )

Cas Hutson: (( Pff ))
(( Ahh, the breed's Puli! ))

GM (GM): Martin, with your ear muscles you detect a cracking sound, like one of your tasers but much louder! You also hear crying and someone shouting angry things!
At this distance, however, it is hard to make it out.
((This is a new situation! You guys are actually moving to something and thus if you roll sneak you can be undetected.))

Martin Baron silently points to the direction of the sound, readying his shotgun for possible combat.

Martin Baron: ( I got rank 3 in sneak, what's the roll? )

Claudius Silvanus readies his lance and shield and nods at Martin

Cas Hutson slowly pulls out the 9mm, giving a nod at Martin.

Jonathan Sommer wiggles his eyebrows at Martin and approaches the direction from a different angle.

GM (GM): Sneak: 1d100+Agility+30 for your rank, martin.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time to roll?))

Martin Baron: ( Thanks. )

GM (GM): Roll to enter new map!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45+30
(43)+45+30= 118

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(82)+35= 117

GM (GM): Okay, cool! Let me set up the next map abit.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+30
(50)+30= 80

Clayton R.: (( I guess I'm hanging back, so call me if you need me. ))

Cas Hutson: (( Alright ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Gimme a sec, I'll roll ))
rolling 1d100+30+10
(90)+30+10= 130
(( GODDAMN METAL MOOSE SOLID))

DJ-Max is doing the same as Clay. Surely those guys can handle it

GM (GM): Okay!
Sorry about that!
You approach the building!

Martin Baron: ( Session theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38OrYAAYISk )

GM (GM): You have found that there is a large pile of rubble next to a large opening, it looks like it was blown open.

Martin Baron: ( Rolling hearing perception again. )
rolling 1d100+35
(79)+35= 114

GM (GM): Here you can hear it much more distinctly.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'm still left wondering how a moose with 10 kg worth of batteries on his back, a riot shield and a lance can stealth ))

Voice: "I'll get them! Burning me alive! My suit kept me going but blasted navigation burned! AR is on the fritz, can't tell what's there or not. I can feel it! blood slooshing in my suit. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE?!"

Martin Baron: ( Dammit I know who this is. )

GM (GM): There appears to be windows you can look through but will require another stealth roll!
You also hear alot of buzzing inside!

Martin Baron will take a peek at one of the windows, holding his hand out and motioning for the others to stay back.

Cas Hutson: ( I could take a shot on that, if I don't make a bad roll. )

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45+30
(9)+45+30= 84
( I'm insured. )

Cas Hutson follows Martin, wanting to take a peek from the window.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+30
(62)+30= 92

Jonathan Sommer: ((Am I still doddling?))

GM (GM): ((Yes.))

Martin Baron: ( You and the others can come along if y'all want. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll come in at the most opportune time))

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+30+10
(6)+30+10= 46

Martin Baron looks to the others and holds up 3 fingers.

Claudius Silvanus: ((Ow))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(50)+25= 75
Welp.

Martin Baron: ( They've only spotted Claud though, right? )

GM (GM): The man spins in place and sees the antlers prominently sticking out.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah ))

GM (GM): He makes the sound of an old face modem and the drones start hovering too you !
Actions?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is that the only entry point?))

Claudius Silvanus yells out "COME AT ME, COWARD! HIDING BEHIND THESE PEONS WILL YOU? THAT'S UNKNIGHTLY!"

GM (GM): Yeah.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Darn))

Martin Baron: "#$*%!" Martin hisses out.

GM (GM): The drones open fire!

Martin Baron: ( Can I make a sneak attack before initiative roll? Or should I just go straight into combat? )

GM (GM): ...But the glass windows seem unnaturally strong, only cracking in the hail of gunfire.

Jonathan Sommer approaches Martin and Cass as he hears the sound of firing.

GM (GM): Nah, you stealthed.
But rolling intiative is an idea.

Martin Baron: ( I'm sneaking near the entrance, staying pinned close to the wall. )

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin and whispers "Those are NDDC drones... fuck!"

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+65
(81)+65= 146

GM (GM): Although, a sneaking voice in the back of your head says to call for backup or regroup

Martin Baron: ( Whoever gets initiative first should run back to get help. )

Cas Hutson: ( I'll look for another way to enter without getting caught. I prefer not being shot to death. )

Martin Baron: ( Can dogs climb? Try looking for an entrance up top. )

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+55
(50)+55= 105
(I'll reroll that)
rolling 1d100+55
(18)+55= 73
( FUCK )

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(96)+35= 131

Cas Hutson: ( Wait, 1d100 + mind? )

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, and level bonus adds +10 per level. )
( If you're level 2, +10 to roll. )

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+30
(25)+30= 55
( Oh. Thank you though. )

GM (GM): Martin, looks like you're first!

Martin Baron: "Hold down, find cover from these drones, I'm going to go get help back at the camp!"
( Should I roll to sneak / run out of combat zone to get assistance? )
( Maybe persuasion to get the mercs in on this? )

GM (GM): Nah, you're still undetected
Sure

Martin Baron ducks out of the battlefield to get assistance! He will try to be back as soon as possible!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(16)+15= 31

GM (GM): It'll take you two rounds to get back with support!

Martin Baron tries to convince the mercs that he found the Topsider, who's backed up with drones!

Claudius Silvanus: ( Martin, get my Baby... ))

Sarge: Okay!

GM (GM): Sommer!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh boy))

Jonathan Sommer grabs his 9mm Blue from his back pocket and readies it.

GM (GM): Sure, then you will be back next round.

Martin Baron: ( I'll be there in one minute! Just running a red light and I'll be there with the van! )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I take a turn to aim or will I be spotted?))

Claudius Silvanus 's heart is pounding... he only has melee weapons and his speed against drones that can shatter everything

GM (GM): You can take a turn to aim, sure!

Martin Baron: ( It looks like the only way to shoot them is near the blown up entrance, the windows are bulletproof )

Clayton R. arches an eyebrow, but he readies himself all the same, He grabs his blaster, and sets it to drill, heading toward the commotion.

Jonathan Sommer squints his eye and aims down the barrel towards the nearest drone.

Claudius Silvanus: (( DM I'll try to ambush the first one coming out with charge/gore ))

Martin Baron: ( We'll be there in one turn with Hershel and the others. )

GM (GM): Sommer! Move, aim?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Aim))

GM (GM): Hiding on the corners or on the rubble will give a cover bonus

Jonathan Sommer: ((Ah, right))
((I'll move beside Claude while still out of sight))
((Against cover))

GM (GM): Okay.
Cover, -30 to hit you

Martin Baron: ( Hey, someone should make a perception roll to make sure there isn't an exit that Harvey Dent can escape out of. )

GM (GM): Endturn JS?

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm out of moves, so yes))

Cas Hutson: ( I was actually going to see if there would be another entrance for the building besides the blown out one. )

GM (GM): Claud!

Martin Baron: ( Good, thanks Cas. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'm gonna wait for the first drone to show itself and charge it ))

GM (GM): Okay, wait action!
Cas!
Roll perception
Normally it wouldn't be a thing but this is a dire circumstance!

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(76)= 76

Cas Hutson peers at the window, checking in case of another entrance.

GM (GM): You see another door to the north and to the east of the building!
Any other actions?

Martin Baron: ( Nice. )

Cas Hutson: ( I'll get around the building and see if the north entrance can be open. )

GM (GM): Okay!
The drones fire on the window again!
rolling 2d10+20+15
(5+9)+20+15= 49
rolling 2d10+20+15
(5+2)+20+15= 42
rolling 2d10+20+15
(7+6)+20+15= 48
The window bursts under the fire!

GM (GM): Potato moves!
He starts using his zero field on a support column!

Claudius Silvanus: (Do I still have a move given I had time to wait)

GM (GM): Going with average damage, 400
Sure!

Claudius Silvanus: (( Because if so... I want to charge and bash with the shield the nearest drone))

GM (GM): Claud, your turn, the drones did not move but the blew out the window behind you!

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah but that means that they're not gonna shoot me now and I can hide in the next turn))

GM (GM): ((Gee, thought I had damage for shield bashing. Let's go with 1d10+15 or about the same as a bat.))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Isn't it also electro given the discharge? ))

GM (GM): True.
Ah yeah.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Which is probably my only chance given the shock will probably disable the bastard))

GM (GM): So +2d10 for shock
So it's 3d10+15+Strength.
For the Shield of Electric Claudius

Claudius Silvanus: ( Melee has a levle bonus? )

GM (GM): Nope
Just HP MP and INT

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+30
(36)+30= 66

GM (GM): Hit

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 3d10+15+6
(4+5+6)+15+6= 36

GM (GM): So 3d10+27 all told for your roll.

Claudius Silvanus: (+27?)
(Ah right 2*str)

GM (GM): 15 for weapon, plus 12 for str
Its alittle complex now, isn't it.
This is what happens when we skip a week.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Alright... ))

GM (GM): Despite it all, I still hold that my system is better than gurps.

Claudius Silvanus: (( So 15+27... that's 42 ))

GM (GM): What?
Sorry, brainfart.

Claudius Silvanus: (( 4+5+6 = 15... 27 bonus... 42! ))

GM (GM): The drone it thumped hard.
rolling 1d100+6
(45)+6= 51
And it's shorted out ofr
rolling 1d10 turns
(5)= 5
Endturn?

Claudius Silvanus yells out charging at the drone electricity crackling as the capacitors charge. And then releases a powerful charge the minute the drone pushes against the shield

GM (GM): Martin!

Claudius Silvanus: (( I can't do another attack since it's only one charge per turn.... but I can move towards the other one, right?

GM (GM): Huh, charging with a shield. I suppose.

Martin Baron: ( I've returned with comrades? )

GM (GM): Correct!

Claudius Silvanus: (( So the next attack will be resolved on my turn? ))

GM (GM): They will act next turn.
Excpet caly and dj, if the roll int

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+70
(37)+70= 107

Hershel comes creening down the street, his doors fly open and comrades spill for armed and ready!

Martin Baron: ( Wonder if a taser would work on a Topsider. )
( Probably not. )
( Anyway, taking cover next to a blown out window. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( He's zero shielding... ))
(( So we need to stunray him ))
(( Or have the explosion knock him out ))

Martin Baron: ( Clayton has the blaster. )

Clayton R.: (( or kill the lunatic ))

Martin Baron: ( But I'll take cover next to the blown out window to shoot in. )

Clayton R.: (( if the drones can be distracted., I'll try stunning ))

GM (GM): Roll to shoot!

Martin Baron: ( Actually, what's the roll for throwing? )

GM (GM): Melee
Go all gambit and hawkeye.

Martin Baron: ( Hm. And the redbird's a friendly. )

GM (GM): Unless you took targeting, that adds a bonus as well.

Martin Baron: ( Guess I wont use the grenade today. I'll shotgun the closest drone. )

GM (GM): Sure, hp is 80

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(31)= 31

GM (GM): Miss!

Martin Baron curses and prepares another shot!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(94)= 94
rolling 3d10+30
(6+9+10)+30= 55

Claudius Silvanus hears the bullets swishing next to him, he feels reinforced by the presence of his buddies!

Martin Baron fires a direct buckshot at the drone, pellets riddling it with holes!

GM (GM): The drone is hit and loses balance, spinning around!

Martin Baron: ( End turn. )

GM (GM): Jonathan!

Jonathan Sommer: ((How many turns would it take to cover behind the right support pillar?))

GM (GM): 1

Jonathan Sommer: ((Or rather moves))

GM (GM): What is your speed?

Jonathan Sommer: ((21 mph apparently))

Martin Baron: ( It's like XCOM. You can move 1 tile and it'll take 1 action, or move your full speed for 1 action. )

GM (GM): Oh sure you can make it

GM (GM): Oh sure you can make it
((Well, time units are hard to track

Jonathan Sommer moves around the corner to the rightmost pillar, eyeing the nearby drone.

GM (GM): ((Thanks to everyone for filling out your Char sheets, that's a help.))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is it point-blank?))

GM (GM): Yes it is
25 hp left
Which everyone knows from their experience in hillside, clearly.

Jonathan Sommer aims his barrel directly at the closest drone and fires a shot.

GM (GM): Roll for it!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(43)= 43
rolling 2d10+20
(5+6)+20= 31

GM (GM): The drone bursts into a pile of old plastic.

Jonathan Sommer covers his face with his still-clenched beer bottle as sparks fly.

GM (GM): ((Because of ambiguity, these don't have a negative mp impact.))
Last action?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Stand at guard

GM (GM): Gotcha, Clay's turn~
Clay?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Good teamwork, Martin))

GM (GM): We'll get to clay later, Claud!

Clayton R.: (( I'm here. ))

GM (GM): Clay's turn!
Sorry, kinda excited.

Clayton R.: (( I was just busy editing something. Sorry. ))

GM (GM): No prob.

Clayton R.: (( GM. Can you point out areas where I can get a clear short from here? I can see the one window, but I can't see where the other window got shot out. and is that a door tot he northeast I can shoot from? ))

GM (GM): Yeah sure!
Kind of a trick shot but it's in your LoS
Well, you'd kind of have shoot through Sommer, but sure!

Clayton R.: (( Could I run to that door and shoot at crazy? ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Clay... go for the guy. He's trying to destroy the place ))

GM (GM): Sure!

Clayton R.: (( I am ))

GM (GM): That's about 13 squares, so you'd get one shot.

Clayton R.: (( 42 ft is my limit for sprint, ))
,(( wait, I'm not on the other side? ))
That is the rout I meant... but I guess that is just more area to cover

GM (GM): Oh sorry,

Clayton R.: (( I'll take positoin here instead of by the door ))

GM (GM): Okay.

Clayton R.: (( And I will shoot at the madman on stun ))

GM (GM): Shoot!

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+20
(29)+20= 49
damn

GM (GM): Its a hit.

Clayton R.: (( wait, I got him? ))
(( shieeet ))

GM (GM): Well, 40 or higher is a hit.

Clayton R.: (( I thought it was 60 ))
anyways, roll 1d10 right?

you hit him center with the ray, sparks fly everywhere then stops, smoke comes up from his suit. It looks like the suit has shorted to protect him.

GM (GM): ((I'm assumeing that since topsider suits protect shortly against zero energy that they'd protect briefly against blasters.

Claudius Silvanus: ( No more zero shild for you! )

Clayton R.: (( So, he's still okay but his zero field is down? ))

GM (GM): Yes, incidently, your damaged suit would allow you to take one hit from a z-gun.
and live.
Correct.

Clayton R.: (( Shieeet, that's all I need))

GM (GM): Kick him in the nads!

Clayton R.: (( I'll try and opo him one more time to finish the job ))

GM (GM): zap zap!

Claudius Silvanus: (( If not you... I can zap him ))

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+20
(1)+20= 21
(( fugg ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( OH NO))

Clayton R.: (( I got too cocky ))

GM (GM): Well, how bad do you want this?

Clayton R.: (( meethinks that is a burnt hand and a gone blaster ))

GM (GM): I've got less bad and all bad.

Claudius Silvanus: (( All bad being Al-death bad?))

Clayton R.: (( I still have a bonus right? .. so not complete bad, just bad ))

GM (GM): What happens when a blaster malfunctions?
That's right, they explode.

Clayton R.: (( I can live with a gone blaster and a burnt hand ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d10+20
(10)+20= 30

Jonathan Sommer: ((I hope it isn't too wide a radius))

Clayton R.: (( wow, RNG really piling it on me now ))

GM (GM): It goes off like a fire cracker, searing your hand abit.

Martin Baron: ( Sheit man, your hand's gone. )

Clayton R.: 30 damage aint that bad
but it is bad

Claudius Silvanus looks at Clay's hurt and and understand what he has to do. He puts every muscule in the body into this charge and readies his shield... If he can KO the guys they'd be home free!

GM (GM): Actually, blaster destruction should be 470 damage.
But let's say it's more of a fizzile.

Jonathan Sommer 's eyes widen as a flash swallows Clayton's hand for a millisecond.

Clayton R. reels back in pain as the blaster bursts in his hand. "Mallard says this shit wasn't supposed to happen!" He yells, turning back to the group. "Kill the bastard!"

Claudius Silvanus: I'M GONNA KNOCK HIM OUT YOU MURDEROUS PSYCHO!

Claudius Silvanus charges at the topsider with the shield down

Clayton R.: (( who is burd btw? ))

GM (GM): Some civilian, apparently.
You hadn't met her before.
or is it a he? Whatever.

Martin Baron: ( It's a bird, there's a hole, who cares. )
( The vikings didn't. )

GM (GM): ((I actually laughed at that.))

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+30
(20)+30= 50

GM (GM): ((Claudius missed his calling as a line man.))
((Or a sacker.))
He will try to parry.
rolling 1d100+25
(50)+25= 75
Parried!
Still gets a shock though

Claudius Silvanus: STAY FUCKING KOED

Claudius Silvanus discharges the shield

Jonathan Sommer: ((Uh, anyone take care of the last drone?))

Claudius Silvanus: (( For how long he's gonna get shocked? ))

GM (GM): Fort:

Claudius Silvanus: (( Cas needs to ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25 must beat 110
(52)+25= 77
rolling 1d10
(3)= 3
3 turns
Cas!

Claudius Silvanus: (( Oh boy... wait till Claude does what he shouldn't do ))

Cas Hutson: ( Could try moving towards the east entrance, maybe get the civilian outta there. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Ah yeah, you can do that))
((We still have the mercs))

GM (GM): They are really slow to responed in this situation.
Let's say you get right up to the bird, why not?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Kill the last drone or we're dead ))

Cas Hutson: (( Oh yeah! Do I still have a move left? ))

GM (GM): Sure!

Cas Hutson: (( Alright! ))

GM (GM): It's past time, so we are bending the rules like mr fantastic.

Cas Hutson moves inside and towards the bird, eyeing on the last drone with the 9mm out and loaded. He plans to take a shot at the drone.

Martin Baron: ( It's undamaged, right? Might be best to burst. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah it's undamaged. I was charging the Topsider ))

GM (GM): Yeah +35 damage for a full clip
1d100+skill if you have it.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Hmmm... maybe I need an EMP cannon ))

GM (GM): just have to beat 40

Claudius Silvanus: (( Or at least a pistol ))

GM (GM): ((It shoots magnets!))

Cas Hutson: (( Yeah. Burst would be good. ))
rolling 1d100
(67)= 67

GM (GM): Hit!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Go for the kill))

Cas Hutson: rolling 2d10+20+35
(8+1)+20+35= 64

GM (GM): Hit!
The little toaster that kills is shredded under gunfire.
Meanwhile, the mercs finally finish stepping out of the truck...

Claudius Silvanus: (( We eliminated the oppositition!))

Clayton R.: (( What are they, the 3 stooges? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rating: Excellent))

GM (GM): ((Nyuck nyuck nyuck.
((Actually in this system you guys have been averaging combat ending in about 2 turns!

Clayton R.: (( We should probably destroy or shut down the drone. ))

Claudius Silvanus reaches down to the topsider "Hey, you NDDC goon. What's the big idea?" and puts his hand under the mask to undo it "How about you stop shooting people..."

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yes I went there... Claude is a rookie ))

GM (GM): We will bookmark it now.

Cas Hutson: (( Uh, Claud? That ain't a good idea. ))

GM (GM): Take it off, take it all off!
Claudius Silvanus: (( Cas I know OOC. But IC? Claude would do just that ))

Clayton R. stops moving behind Claud. "He's a Topsider, just like back at Dentown."

Martin Baron prepares to finish off the stunned drone, stopping to yell out "Claud, wait!"

Claudius Silvanus: ( Half of the fun is doing what you SHOULDN'T do ))

GM (GM): Eh sure, go ahead!

Martin Baron: ( Dew it mang )

Cas Hutson: (( Pff, yeah. ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(73)= 73

Claudius Silvanus pulls it off

Clayton R. continues, "You need to step back too so we can finish him off."

Martin Baron: ( Probably peeled it off, it might be burnt onto his skin. )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(5)= 5

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not good))

Clayton R.: (( wel... ))

Martin Baron: ( At least he's stunned )

Claudius Silvanus: (( THe guy is KOed. ))

GM (GM): You yank his mask and reveals...

Clayton R.: (( a skeleton! ))
(( No, much worse and less cool ))

Martin Baron: ( HE TURNED INTO A REVENANT )

GM (GM): For a brief second then he turns into...
A rat.

Clayton R.: ( (oh fuck, that's right ))
(( humans change.. ))

GM (GM): Token isn't uploading..../

Clayton R.: (( Well that's gonna be fun for him. ))
(( I see it GM ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Symbolism?))

GM (GM): Literally 6" tall with ratty tail and ratty features.

GM (GM): " is inches, ' is feet.

Martin Baron: ( Oh. That's a small rat. )

GM (GM): Don't chu no yo carpantry?

Claudius Silvanus jumps back as if burnt witnessing the transformation before his eyes, landing on his ass. "B... b... but everyone changed. Why did he change..." the moose hyperventilates "Right? RIGHT? WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING."

GM (GM): He is about the size of a security rat.

Martin Baron: "Claud, were you born and raised in a settlement?"

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/KThlYHfIVa8

Clayton R. sighs. "Listen greenhorn... Humans change when expose the virus, just like you... only a few people remain human."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Combat end?))

GM (GM): Combat end.

Clayton R.: ( That isn't possible))

Claudius Silvanus: N... no... I feld to Deep City and... I didn't care much for anything like this. But I thought these people don't chage.... they're like other mutants!"
(( Clay, are you gonna just execute him? ))

Clayton R.: (( apocalypse only happened like 5 years ago. ))

GM (GM): I suppose human to moose isn't a big transition.

Clayton R.: (( I mean.. I was gonna... but he is knocked out. ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Claude didn't care much for the details. He was too focused on fixing stuff. He's a very ignorant guy. ))

Martin Baron: "They all change, Claud. What you just saw was probably the best outcome for him... You know what happens when they aren't knocked out, do you?"

Claudius Silvanus: ...n... no...

Clayton R.: (( I'm gonna retrieve his suit for assurance. ))

Martin Baron: "You remember those 'monsters' from Deep City?"

Claudius Silvanus: ...wait... they turn into those big ones right? All mouth and stupid?

Jonathan Sommer licks his solid beer, puts away his Blue in his back pocket, and approaches the stunned drone. He picks it up and joins the rest of the group around Potato.

Clayton R. leans down fetches the suit out from under the rat. There was no need to let him still have access.

Claudius Silvanus takes a long breath. "S... so if I tore it off when he was awake he would...?"

GM (GM): He would be a valuable member of the DC workforce

Clayton R. stares back at Claud. he should know the answer.

Jonathan Sommer pokes his head around Claude. "Boo! Just like that."

Martin Baron rubs the back of his head, not bothering to answer Claud. "What should we do with him? Don't think a half foot tall rat is that big of a threat anymore..."

Claudius Silvanus gathers himself and slowly his breathing returns to normal. He looks around "I... did a stupid thing, right?"

Jonathan Sommer: "Nah. He's not much of a danger anymore."

Martin Baron: "No, just..." Martin says, sighing. "... Probably made it harder to deal with him now."

Clayton R. shrugs, "It depends on how you look at it... but we do need to do something with him... and you may not like it."

Cas Hutson puts away the 9mm, taking a look at Potato. He's not moving right now, so that's good. That was actually matter to him at this moment. He turns his attention towards the civilian and take approach.

Bird: Is it over?

Clayton R.: m/me nods, gesturing back to the team of Mercs

GM (GM): The bird apparently has been huddled down the whole time.
Okay, XP?

Clayton R.: (( ye ))

Cas Hutson: ( Yep! )

GM (GM): Martin, good idea to bring backup!
+10xp

Martin Baron: ( Wasn't my idea tho famalam )

GM (GM): Sommer, +5 for killing target drone

Martin Baron: Bringing them with Hershel was though

Claudius Silvanus: The chopper backup did nothing!

GM (GM): Clay: +10 for drone and toppie.

Claudius Silvanus: Clay or Claude

GM (GM): Finally: Rescuing civilian, defeating potato. Everyone gets +40

Jonathan Sommer: Both

GM (GM): MVP, clay or claud?

Clayton R.: ( (ye sure, me for getting nearly vaporized. ))

Cas Hutson: Roll a die?

Clayton R.: (( nah, I vote Claud ))

GM (GM): Claud!

Claudius Silvanus: ...I'm still shocked this retarded plan works

GM (GM): For his back line sack play!

Claudius Silvanus: Disregard I'm a skill-based guy
CHARGE EVERYTHING

Martin Baron: Claud for more innocence to shatter and John Madden

GM (GM): +10 for moose.

Claudius Silvanus: Touchdown Claude Silvanus

Session end.