Return to the Gulag (Unfinished)

[17:50] <TheBillofDM> ==START==
[17:50] <TheBillofDM> Roland looks at Leeroy, shaking his head suddenly: "What's that? I spaced out for a moment."
[17:51] <Leeroy> "dude no, no m1ddle d1stance bs. wut would U be do1n w1+ frog sh1+?"
[17:51] <TheBillofDM> "The Knight has to help the Space player. It... probably should be common knowledge, but I reckon shit goes unnoticed all the damn time."
[17:52] <Leeroy> She shoots him a withering glare. "then fuck no. 1m r1ght here."
[17:53] <Leeroy> "yo shrkweek, th1s bulgemunch 1s try1n 2 take OUR job."
[17:53] <Prexor_Zozavo> "No."
[17:53] <Prexor_Zozavo> "YOU shall not take MY duty."
[17:53] <Leeroy> "...gonna need more than that b1-oh thank fuck."
[17:53] == doomedCerxes [[email protected]] has joined #rpgstuck_orwell
[17:54] <TheBillofDM> Roland is about to object, then his eyes widen.
[17:54] <TheBillofDM> "Aw, maaaaaan!" he says dramatically. "Man, that sucks."
[17:54] <Ethnos> Ethnos tries to hide a smirk behind a cough.
[17:54] <TheBillofDM> "I wanted to do frog breedin' so badly!"
[17:55] <Prexor_Zozavo> "Too bad."
[17:56] == Cerxes has changed nick to disgonbgud
[17:56]  * Ratosk watches the conversation intently, intrigued at the mention of breeding
[17:56] <Leeroy> "2 fuck1n bad. ur already bas1cally runn1n my ghost army dude, deal w1+ 1+." Oh thank god he fell for it.
[17:56] <TheBillofDM> Everyone but Ratosk roll insight
[17:56] == Cerxes [[email protected]] has joined #rpgstuck_orwell
[17:56] <Ratosk> !roll 1d20-1 Levi's insight
[17:56] <GameServ> Syntax: XdY [ {-|+|*|/} Z ]
[17:57] <Leeroy> 3+7=10
[17:57] <Ratosk> !roll 1d20-1
[17:57] <GameServ> Ratosk rolled 1d20: 11  <Total: 11(-1) = 10>
[17:57] <Ethnos> 12+8=20
[17:57] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+6
[17:57] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 9  <Total: 9(+6) = 15>
[17:57] <Prexor_Zozavo> (Er, +5)
[17:57] <TheBillofDM> Everyone is now exceedingly uncomfortable for some reason.
[17:58] <TheBillofDM> Only Ethnos knows that using the word "breeding" within a mile of Ratosk was a mistake.
[17:58] <Ethnos> Wait, was this supposed to be a surprise?
[17:58] <Ethnos> ....She makes a note anyway.
[17:59] <TheBillofDM> Roland critfails his own roll, and gets caught up thinking about what he'll do on his honeymoon.
[17:59] <Ethnos> Do.. Do I roll insight again?
[17:59] <TheBillofDM> Let's go to Cerxes real quick as the intercom rings out, warning everyone that they're five minutes from the area of operations.
[18:00] <Leeroy> "k then. after were done get+1n snoflke, were gonna make frogs fuck."
[18:00] <TheBillofDM> (Sure, go ahead. What are you trying to learn, Ethnos?)
[18:00] <Ethnos> (That was mostly a joke)
[18:00] <TheBillofDM> Oh, okay.
[18:00] <TheBillofDM> Cerxes, you have splinters both in and out of the Gulag. Where do you want to start this?
[18:01] <TheBillofDM> or disgonbgud works too, if I need to ping her that way
[18:02] <Cerxes> In the Gulag. IIRC, Cerxes Prime at some point rescued one of the 4 main prisoners from a hidden dungeon area, but they still have not found Mona. Up in the courtyard, a bunch of doomed Cerxeses have started watching prisoners, guards, and rescue splinters start getting shelled to hell.
[18:02] <doomedCerxes> So... actually I should probably be in this window.
[18:02] <TheBillofDM> So you'll start in the courtyard?
[18:02] <doomedCerxes> Ye.
[18:03] <TheBillofDM> Just in time to get knocked on your ass from a nearby explosion! How about that! Things have had a habit of doing that over the course of the last seven or eight minutes.
[18:03] <TheBillofDM> Roll perception, to start.
[18:03] <doomedCerxes> !roll 1d20+4
[18:03] <GameServ> doomedCerxes rolled 1d20: 18  <Total: 18(+4) = 22>
[18:05] <TheBillofDM> Man, what don't you see? Corpses: Dersites, yous, wreckage from destroyed buildings, blast craters, a few dead Cades, some shell casi-wait, Dead Cades?
[18:06] <doomedCerxes> Time stops; or maybe it just feels like it does. She's not really sure, the sight and the ringing from the shells has her, well, shell-shocked. She rushes over to the nearest Cade corpse. \
[18:06] <doomedCerxes>  ç̡̀͟a̡d̀͞҉ę!͘͟ ̵̢͘͡͏
[18:07] <TheBillofDM> He coughs up some of his odd red blood. "You know, most people don't get last words. Guess I'm lucky, huh?"
[18:07] <TheBillofDM> "Hell, this is probably the first time I've ever had the privilege..."
[18:08] <doomedCerxes> "last? n-no! •°♡°• you're fine! •°♡°• right? your... splinters, right? you'll be back?" ... no? not right? m-maybe the shells are just exploding grubsauce! Oh, please let it be grubsauce...  p̴̧͜͟͠ļ̨̢͞é̵̷̴̀a̛͜͜s҉͜è̷͢.͡.̢̡̀͡.̴̨́͝
[18:09] <TheBillofDM> That is extremely optimistic of you. Do you have grubsauce that looks like gunpowder, severe burns, and impact trauma?
[18:10] <doomedCerxes>  T̶̨̛͡H̀͜I͝҉̷͘Ş̡͢ ̶̵̧̡̕I͘͡S̷ ̕͢͞N̶̵͘͟͠O͘͝T̡̀͘͢ ̸͢͡͏̢Ò̸̷̕͏Ķ͢͜͠À̷͘Y͜.̨̛̕̕͜
[18:10] <TheBillofDM> I'd imagine. Shall we skip the requisite sanity roll?
[18:10] <doomedCerxes> Pff, like I wouldn't voluntarily critfail.
[18:11] <TheBillofDM> Very good. The situation: ten dersite soldiers near you, currently pinned down by fire from their own battleship. Two yous and three Cades in the distance. One Cade is proccupied with the THIRD you that should have been with that group.
[18:12] <TheBillofDM> And lastly, something roaring in the distance...
[18:13] <doomedCerxes> That'd be the very tenuously controlled threat of violence in her head. Or, you know, the cavalry, but really, what's that matter when CADE IS BLEEDING OUT IN HER ARMS.
[18:14] <TheBillofDM> "Most people just cry and bleed..." Cade continues, doing exactly that.
[18:14] <doomedCerxes> Is there anything I can do to help him? BC Powder? Medicine check?
[18:14] <doomedCerxes> Go back in time and push him out of the way?
[18:16] <TheBillofDM> Of those three, choose one. Roll the corresponding skill for it (Occult, Medicine, Insight, respectively)
[18:16] <doomedCerxes> Insight
[18:16] <doomedCerxes> !roll1d20+7
[18:16] <doomedCerxes> !roll 1d20+7
[18:16] <GameServ> doomedCerxes rolled 1d20: 4  <Total: 4(+7) = 11>
[18:17] <TheBillofDM> There's a pull. It feels like a weird one, but you could probably slip into the timestream with it
[18:17] <doomedCerxes> For a chance to save Cade, she doesn't care about weird. She takes it.
[18:18] <TheBillofDM> You slip into the timestream and come out near Cade. Well, *A* Cade. There are a lot of them here. Roll perception.
[18:18] <doomedCerxes> !roll 1d20+4
[18:18] <GameServ> doomedCerxes rolled 1d20: 4  <Total: 4(+4) = 8>
[18:19] <TheBillofDM> Nothing out of the ordina-OH GOD A BULLET JUST GRAZED HIS NECK JESUS CHRIST THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE
[18:19] <doomedCerxes> HANDMAID DAMMIT.
[18:20] <doomedCerxes> Where did the shot come from?
[18:21] <TheBillofDM> This Cade is more fortunate than the last; at least he dies almost instantaneously. The shot itself... that's what you rolled perception to track, though I'd be willing to let you have another try at perception.
[18:21] <TheBillofDM> We're going to have to get back to the others in just a moment, so don't be surprised when I cut away.
[18:22] <doomedCerxes> No, if I missed it, I missed it. I think the point more is, she's going to get really tied up in trying to save Cades and slowly lose it the more she fails to do so.
[18:23] <TheBillofDM> Man, too bad you didn't try to find it, because that sniper just goes ahead and takes advantage of your distraction to put a bullet in your chest.
[18:23] <doomedCerxes> ... jesus I have no idea how much health any of these Cerxeses currently have.
[18:23] <TheBillofDM> It's kind of at "plot", for the sake of progression and sparing us both the headache that comes from tracking six or seven dozen characters all at once.
[18:24] <doomedCerxes> I'm down with that.
[18:24] <TheBillofDM> Let's go back to the others while you stare into the sky, watching it fade to black. We'll come back to this(these) moment(s) later.
[18:25] <TheBillofDM> Everyone, while all of that was happening, I'd like to suggest that you all prepared (mentally and physically) for combat.
[18:26] <TheBillofDM> There was a cool suit-up scene and everything. We just didn't have the budget to add badass music and cool editing, so it was actually really lame and awkward.
[18:26] <TheBillofDM> Five minutes of everyone strapping on armor, loading/checking weapons, and not saying anything about the battle to come.
[18:27] <Ethnos> Elsewhere, Ethnos is still curled on the arm of Roland's chair, leg jiggling impatiently while her eye twitches. "what is she Doing to the Timeline? i can actually Feel it Deteriorate."
[18:27]  * Ratosk has no idea what you're talking about, as he could definitely hear this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG_6CopW9GQ while he prepared himself.
[18:27] <TheBillofDM> "Tryin' to save a situation she can't save on her own, I reckon." Roland says, checking his twelfth revolver.
[18:28]  * TheBillofDM pinches the bridge of his nose.
[18:28] <TheBillofDM> Of course.
[18:28] <Ethnos> "she'll Kill us all. ...and many of her Selves."
[18:29] <TheBillofDM> "Now now, I think she has bigger problems than a rag-tag band of brain ghosts and players. No, she has to make sure Cade's killers bleed for their crimes. A lot. Repeatedly if possible."
[18:29] <Leeroy> "yea yea were gonna get her, calm tf dwn." You grump as you down a rakin' in grist gamerade.
[18:30] <Ethnos> She continues to grumble to herself about idiots as she checks her dart supply.
[18:30] <TheBillofDM> The intercom announces that you'll be within distance for boarding action in two minutes, and that you should probably run your asses to the hangar if you know what's good for you.
[18:31] <Leeroy> "wtf? 1 thought we were stay1n OUT OF S1GHT?"
[18:31] <Leeroy> "we already 1n?"
[18:31] <TheBillofDM> "That's the point of launching from the hangar, and not the deck." Roland replies simply.
[18:32] <Leeroy> "whos the seatroll here ro?"
[18:32] <TheBillofDM> "We get on board that battleship, disable it, murder Harken, get down there, and save some asses." Roland adds. "Any further questions?"
[18:32] <Prexor_Zozavo> "I am."
[18:32] <TheBillofDM> Roland points to him: "He's not wrong."
[18:32] <Leeroy> "the po1nt was 'not u' but k."
[18:33] <TheBillofDM> "HILE BRAIN GHOSTS! TO ME!" Roland hollers, before dashing off to the hangar to get ready for boarding action.
[18:33] <Ethnos> "we're not actually going to Murder Harken, are we?" Eth asks, almost dryly and two seconds too late as her fiance charges off.
[18:34] <Ratosk> Levi follows Roland gamely, more than used to this by now.
[18:34] <Leeroy> "MY JOB, BULGEMUNCH!" You shout, running after with hammer and shield.
[18:34] <TheBillofDM> Bully!
[18:35]  * Prexor_Zozavo follows slowly, maul in hand.
[18:35] <TheBillofDM> "I mean, I'm quite positive there are a lot of people in line to kill Harken tbh." an unremarkable and disposable brain ghost NPC says.
[18:36] <Ratosk> I saunter after them, fully prepared to be launched from this ship, and penetrate into the womb of Harken's.
[18:36] <Prexor_Zozavo> "Yes."
[18:36] <Prexor_Zozavo> "I am one of THEM."
[18:36] <Ethnos> "i Doubt it will happen so Simply."
[18:36] <TheBillofDM> Welp, anyway. Let's get on with the boarding before we switch back to Cerxes. We'll probably be inside the gulag when we switch, so let's be prepared here.
[18:37] <Leeroy> "k. tanks up front, rnged 1n the back, support 1n m1d."
[18:37] <Prexor_Zozavo> "I go first."
[18:38] <Leeroy> "hold up. lemme throw sumth1n 1st."
[18:38] <TheBillofDM> Inside the hangar (which, bizarrely, is just as plush and extravagant as the rest of the ship), you see a number of aerial vehicles that you all don't need because you can fly.
[18:38] <Leeroy> "THEN have fun."
[18:38] <TheBillofDM> A huge door at the back begins opening, painfully slowly. Roland checks his watch, tapping his foot impatiently.
[18:39] <TheBillofDM> Everyone, roll insight to notice a distinct lack of murder occurring at this juncture.
[18:39] <Ethnos> "...do we have someone that can Fly one of those? might come in Handy for Extraction of Prospitans.."
[18:39] <Leeroy> NAT 20
[18:39] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+5
[18:39] <Ethnos> 7+8=15
[18:39] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 18  <Total: 18(+5) = 23>
[18:39] <Ratosk> !roll 1d20+1
[18:39] <GameServ> Ratosk rolled 1d20: 11  <Total: 11(+1) = 12>
[18:39] <Ratosk> !roll 1d20-1
[18:39] <GameServ> Ratosk rolled 1d20: 12  <Total: 12(-1) = 11>
[18:40] <Ratosk> ... Well alright then.
[18:40] <TheBillofDM> There is a distinct lack of murder going on at this juncture, and everyone knows it. Perhaps someone can do something to make that door open faster?
[18:40]  * Prexor_Zozavo approaches the door, and slams it with his maul.
[18:40] <Leeroy> "nope."
[18:41] <Leeroy> "1 can feel 1+, dont go smack1n holes 1n my new=CMON PREXOR!"
[18:41] <TheBillofDM> Alright then Prexor, roll to smash that with your maul.
[18:41] <Prexor_Zozavo> Recklessly, if possible.
[18:41] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+6
[18:41] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 19  <Total: 19(+6) = 25>
[18:41] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+6
[18:41] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 16  <Total: 16(+6) = 22>
[18:41] <TheBillofDM> Don't be surprised when the ensuing sparks attack with advantage as well
[18:41] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 10d6+6 damage.
[18:41] <GameServ> Syntax: XdY [ {-|+|*|/} Z ]
[18:41] <TheBillofDM> Roll damage as the sparks fail their retort comically.
[18:41] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 10d6+6
[18:41] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 10d6: 5 4 1 3 1 2 2 3 1 4  <Total: 26(+6) = 32>
[18:42] <TheBillofDM> Close enough. The hydraulic kajigger comes undone. It groooooaaaaaans as the door stops opening completely. Roll insight once more, Prexor.
[18:42] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+5
[18:42] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 13  <Total: 13(+5) = 18>
[18:43] <TheBillofDM> Ah, yes, clearly the other hinge must be destroyed for this to work.
[18:43]  * Prexor_Zozavo goes to do that too.
[18:43] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+6
[18:43] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 7  <Total: 7(+6) = 13>
[18:43] <TheBillofDM> Roll it
[18:43] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+6
[18:43] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 14  <Total: 14(+6) = 20>
[18:43] <Cerxes> RIP Leeroy's swank battle cruiser.
[18:43] <Leeroy> Leeroy grits her teeth and listens to the dogsong as Prexor puts dents in her pretty new ship.
[18:43] <TheBillofDM> Roll damage as a nut comes loose, smacking you in the bicep. It doesn't do any damage, but it does cause you to cry a little, and lose one HP.
[18:44] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 10d6+6
[18:44] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 10d6: 1 4 3 3 1 2 5 2 4 5  <Total: 30(+6) = 36>
[18:44] <Leeroy> Just.. Get the flash grenade ready.
[18:44] <TheBillofDM> The other thingymabob comes loose
[18:44] <TheBillofDM> The door falls open with a shriek, and hangs at an awkward angle off the back of the battleship.
[18:45] <Ratosk> Ratosk watches admiringly as Prexor rips apart the barrier between them and intimate penetration of the other ship with uncontrolled lust.
[18:45] <TheBillofDM> The enemy battleship is within three hundred yards. "Y'ALL READY?" Roland shouts, refusing to stay at the back per Leeroy's instruction and staying with Ethnos.
[18:45] <Leeroy> "done now?" You grump as you step up, grenade in hand, looking for a tight grouping of targets to blind.
[18:45] <Leeroy> "do u l1sten ever?"
[18:45] <Ethnos> "no, he doesn't."
[18:46] <Ratosk> Levi steps up to take a position just behind Leeroy, "I"m sorry, but he really doesn't."
[18:46] <Prexor_Zozavo> "No."
[18:46] <TheBillofDM> "They're not wrong." Roland adds.
[18:46] <Prexor_Zozavo> "Silence."
[18:47] <Leeroy> Leeroy grumbles to herself about Knights and Minds and shit as she goes back to hunting for a target.
[18:48] <TheBillofDM> Roll perception.
[18:48] <Prexor_Zozavo> All of us, or just Leeroy?
[18:48] <TheBillofDM> Just Leeroy, unless the rest of you are looking for anything.
[18:48] <Leeroy> 16+6=22
[18:49] <TheBillofDM> Ah, there's a nice cl-oh, what's that huge thing in there. and why is it jumping out of the ship into the courtyard. and why is it roaring menacingly.
[18:49] <TheBillofDM> "Ah. A deaconstructor." Roland says, flatly.
[18:49] <Ethnos> "right. Split up?"
[18:50] <Leeroy> NopenopeNOPE THROWING THIS GRENADE: 16+2=18 to hit and blind anything in a 10 foot radius.
[18:50] <TheBillofDM> From three hundred yards?!
[18:51] <Leeroy> FLYING THEN THROWING.
[18:51] <Leeroy> Point is, gotta call this shit BEFORE Prexor hops in.
[18:51] <Leeroy> ...Or Roland.
[18:51] <TheBillofDM> You succeed, assuming you're not throwing at the deaconstructor. Roll damage pls.
[18:53] <Leeroy> 18 total.
[18:54] <TheBillofDM> Man, look at 'em go flying. They die, and the rest of the assholes go ahead and turn to look at you, who felt the odd need to fly out and throw grenades while Roland grabbed a few of his boys and frantically chased after you. "Wait up! Are you nuts?!"
[18:55] <TheBillofDM> Initiative rolls, people! Also, let's switch back to Cerxes while you decide who's going into the ship and who's going into the courtyard.
[18:55] <Ratosk> !roll 1d20+3
[18:55] <GameServ> Ratosk rolled 1d20: 16  <Total: 16(+3) = 19>
[18:55] <Ratosk> !roll 1d20+1
[18:55] <GameServ> Ratosk rolled 1d20: 5  <Total: 5(+1) = 6>
[18:55] <Prexor_Zozavo> !Roll 1d20+2
[18:55] <GameServ> Prexor_Zozavo rolled 1d20: 13  <Total: 13(+2) = 15>
[18:55] <Ratosk> Ratosk and then Levi
[18:56] <Cerxes> Should I be using a different doomed Cerxes or should I switch to Cerxes prime?
[18:56] <TheBillofDM> Let's switch to the prime.
[18:56] <Leeroy> 18+2=20
[18:56] <Ethnos> 3+5=8
[18:57] <Cerxes> Eyyy, then I'll stay in this window.
[19:01] <Cerxes> Assumedly Prime & her Cade are returning to the courtyard?
[19:07] <Cerxes> Also, Bill; do my abilities reset?
[19:07] <TheBillofDM> Yes
[19:07] <doomedCerxes> Sweet.
[19:08] <TheBillofDM> Alright, ten more minutes and I'm back