Endtown RPG Session #46

GM (GM): There you go.
Sorry, was setting up maps.
Is everybody ready to go?

Omega Crab: I am!

Martin Baron: Really, nothing different would happen if I was here or not. Drunk Martin would ramble and rabble, go last in every fight, and continue searching for more booze to continue his buzz.
Yes

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMmg27YhYIE

Cas Hutson: Yep!

C. Jeffrey: Ready

GM (GM): First some updates:

Valerie P. Awsum: I'm sad Clay isn't here
Because we will get less Topsider drama

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

Earrtet Acroud : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4gxKFAhfZc I thik you mean this GM.

GM (GM): He'll always be in our hearts.
Yes, that is much better!
Anyway! Updates.

Martin Baron: Or this https://youtu.be/BJ0xBCwkg3E?t=85

GM (GM): There are now fire axes listed, the encounter table on page 7
Turtles got defined better. A new player asked for that.
Earrtet Acroud : Or this for those into the dark arts https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vnNE-FB8vM

GM (GM): That's it really. It's all been contract stuff this week, really.

Jonathan Sommer: LETS KICK SOME BIRD BEAK

We Begin

Earrtet Acroud : "Get the bibs, if we are winners, it's chicken dinner."
our heroes have dropped the hammer and are hurtling through a dark tunnel. Always gathering speed they close down on their prey!

GM (GM): You are in the darkness.

Martin Baron is slumped in the corner, trying his best to give an intimidating glare at the newcomer.

Jonathan Sommer holds on to his hat as he stares into the darkness.

Martin Baron: ( Roll perception hearing? )

GM (GM): Yes!

Valerie P. Awsum scrambles pulls out her flashlight and shines it ahead.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+20+15
(13)+20+15= 48
( Wait, is mind bonus added to perception? I keep forgetting. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yes )

GM (GM): Yes
Mind stat is basically anything involving the part of your body that's above your neck.

Cas Hutson is seated on the floor, peering into the darkness as he fiddled about for his 9mm.

Martin Baron: ( Ok, thank you. Either way, can't hear nuthin

GM (GM): (Crap. Maybe headbutt attacks should use mind stat.))
You quickly hear: Ticking and tapping on the roof of the car, alot of it!

Valerie P. Awsum scrambles towards the controls with the light in hand try to regain the control over the car or at least find some emergency system.

Martin Baron: ( Well I'm going to look like a crazy person for this. )

Earrtet Acroud : ( What,? does that mean albert einstein could break skulls with his skull?)

Martin Baron: ( Roll to shoot at roof with shotgun )

GM (GM): Sure.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(24)= 24

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh God, you'll scare poor Val ))

GM (GM): You shoot the roof.

Valerie P. Awsum yells out falling back and covering her head.

Jonathan Sommer: "Ah, shit!"

Earrtet Acroud : "The Hell was that for Rabbbo?"

Martin Baron shoots a shotgun blast at the roof, yelling something incomprehensible while doing so.

GM (GM): Val, you must roll engineering or electronics to figure out the problem!

Omega Crab Sergei blinks a few times, the elephant looking at the roof calmly.

Martin Baron: "Birdssh on roof!"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Neither I possess ))

GM (GM): Rabbo! When you fire people see people flying alongside the car!

Martin Baron: ( I'm a people )

Cas Hutson jumps at the sudden sound of the shotgun. "Jesus %^&&^ hell!" He shouted out as the immediate response.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( All she has is science ))

GM (GM): Roll that but with a difficulty of +5

Martin Baron: ( Go for first attack, or roll initiative? )

GM (GM): So 110

Jonathan Sommer turns to his left and his right. He looks back at his group. "Ya know these guys?"

Martin Baron: ( I'll let Suule do his thing )

GM (GM): You got the sheldon cooper thing going.

Earrtet Acroud : (Is that show even a thing still?)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

Martin Baron: ( It's still going, I think. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( 5 on the slider? Alright ))
(( Also isn't Mind of 9 having a skill bonus of +15? ))

GM (GM): So it's 1d100+60 to beat 110

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+60
(72)+60= 132
(( There we go ))

Martin Baron: ( I hope I at least nicked one with the blast. )
( Last because drunk. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((You nicked an innocent rat))
((Dammit Martin))

Martin Baron: ( There are no innocent rats in my book )

GM (GM): Great, roll intiative!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+45
(70)+45= 115

GM (GM): Summary! Brake is jammed.
1d100+40
rolling 1d100+40
(33)+40= 73

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(16)+45= 61

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(46)+15= 61

Valerie P. Awsum: (( It's okay, Val without a weapon is useless ))

Cas Hutson: ((Oh hey! Do we get a bonus of +10 per gained level for intiative? Just asking,))

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. )
( Level 2 is plus 10, so nothing for level 1 )

GM (GM): Well, you can be a good shield!

Cas Hutson: ((Cool cool.))

GM (GM): Yes.

Martin Baron: ( Just screech at them to buzz off )

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+35
(36)+35= 71

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100 +20 +20
(8)+20+20= 48
((Wow .))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Can I grab the blaster that Clay had? ))

GM (GM): Any objections?

Earrtet Acroud : (I can give you mine)

GM (GM): Nope, go ahead.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Jon would object, but I'll let it slide))

Martin Baron: ( I wish I had a blaster :( )

GM (GM): Roll intiative earr.

Martin Baron: ( Martin wouldn't care, and he's too drunk to notice. )

Earrtet Acroud : ((what the roll for intiate?

Jonathan Sommer: ((1d100+mind bonus*level))

GM (GM): (( 1d100+mind bonus+level

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wait, no, 1d100+mind bonus+(10*level)))

Valerie P. Awsum produced a blaster that she might've... borrowed from the man that pushed her into the car "Anyone wanting to give me a crash course in operation of these? I only used zero guns."

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 25
(30)+25= 55

Sommer!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Free talk action?))

GM (GM): Yes

Martin Baron mumbles some instructions, also possibly cursing at Valerie, but among those words he said something along the lines of "Drill".

Jonathan Sommer juts his head out of the train window towards the hawk. "Is there a problem, officer?"

One more thing!

The car is hurtling at some 50 mph!

GM (GM): All range attacks suffer -50!

Cas Hutson: ((Ouggh.))

Valerie P. Awsum cringes at the drunk rabbit "Drill?" wondering if he's trying to pick her up or was he actually trying to help.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is there a response or do I act?))

GM (GM): I suppose you act
There is no time for a date right now!

Martin Baron: ( Wind made it hard for him to hear you, you gotta yell it to hawkman. )

Jonathan Sommer cups his hand around his mouth and shouts, "I said, 'Is there a problem, officer!'"

GM (GM): They will snark back on their turn.
Any other actions?

Jonathan Sommer readies his special revolver.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Better ready up Jon ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll also get ready for a counter))
((That's it))

Falconi!

Earrtet Acroud : (( did i give my gun to Possum girl))

GM (GM): He cocks a submachine gun and fires!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not much for snarking, this one))

Martin Baron: ( Nah, she took it off Clayton's coma'd body. )

GM (GM): He sprays the side of your car to blow out the windows!

Martin Baron: ( Doesn't the same rule apply to the birds with aiming? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Probably))

GM (GM): rolling 40+4d10
40+(5+7+1+9)= 62
The windows are blown out on the side, glass everywhere!
Sergei!
I should note that the edges of the car give a -30 cover bonus to you.

Cas Hutson flinched as the windows beside him were blown out by the falcon. He began to soon curse under his breath.

Valerie P. Awsum covers herself... "...I wish I still had my zero shield..." she says loudly

Omega Crab: Can I pass? It's not like I can hit anyone right now

Jonathan Sommer: ((Might want to take cover))

GM (GM): Sure!

Earrtet Acroud : Earrlet Acroud flops to the ground for cover

Omega Crab: Oh, yes, I do take cover, too, forgot about it.

GM (GM): The birds on the side grab onto the car and ready their guns, basic pistols.
The other three move in and attack!

Martin Baron: ( Is the penalty removed when they're attached to the car? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I think so ))

GM (GM): ( according to physics, yes, I suppose so.)
(To be honest it's that technically, standard birds can't use their hands and fly at the same time while predatory birds actually can operate with their feet.
Anyway!
Possom!
You're getting shot!
rolling 1d100+10-50
(42)+10-50= 2

GM (GM): Zip!
Jeffrey!
rolling 1d100+10-50
(31)+10-50= -9
It somehow went backwards!
Cas!
rolling 1d100+10-50
(65)+10-50= 25

GM (GM): Still a miss.
Awsum possom!

Valerie P. Awsum tries to work the blaster out "This has stun right? If we were to knock them out, they would lose us!"

GM (GM): ((Let's forget that I just forgot what I just said...))

Jonathan Sommer: "Just don't go killin' us!"

Valerie P. Awsum shoots at the nearest target

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Stun ))

GM (GM): Sure, roll to shoot.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10
(88)+10= 98

GM (GM): Hit.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( WOW ))

GM (GM): The bird goes limp and falls off the car, tumbling on the rails as you creen away.

Martin Baron: ( He dead )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Only mostly dead))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Don't worry, Val is a tough gal. She killed before ))

GM (GM): ( I'll spare you guys the damage rolls for that.))

Valerie P. Awsum looks unphased... she then ducks behind a seat and prepares for more bullet hell

GM (GM): ((Val=big Treasure fan.))
Earrie Earrie!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'm wondering how bad will they yell at her after combat ))

Earrtet Acroud : I'd like to run up and whip bird 3 if possible with my cat o 9 tails

GM (GM): ((Pfft. Like that's the worse they got.)
Sure!
The window is 50hp.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( None of them was a topsider before though ))

GM (GM): So roll to hit and if you do over 50 damage it hits the bird!

Earrtet Acroud : would i add my strengh og agl?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Agi to hit))

GM (GM): Agi to the attack to hit.
Then str to damage

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(84)+45= 129
(like this right?)

GM (GM): Yep.
Now roll damage

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 3d10 + 30
(4+1+3)+30= 38
"Where there a whip, theres got a be a way!"

GM (GM): (What is your strength?

Earrtet Acroud : 3

GM (GM): Ah, okay.
You smack the window causing it to crack. It still holds fast!
((You're a speed gator))
Last action?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Again?? ))

Earrtet Acroud : (would it be possible to pull it in with the whip and bite?

GM (GM): What?
Eh, sure, why not? Really, your whip should have been able to reach that without moving so whatever.
Roll to hit

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 3d10 + 30
(1+3+8)+30= 42

GM (GM): Sure, the window breaks and hits the bird.

Earrtet Acroud : (Sorry that im horrible at this.)

GM (GM): Your cat o tails whips around the bird, ensnaring it!
No problem!
Cas!

Cas Hutson: ((Hm. I could trying shoot at the window where bird 2's at))

GM (GM): Sure!

Cas Hutson hastily pulls out the 9mm, taking an aim at the window where Bird 2 is at to take a shot.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(29)= 29

GM (GM): Miss!
Roll damage to the window anyway!

Cas Hutson: rolling 2d10+20
(3+5)+20= 28
((Is this right?))

GM (GM): 22 left on the window.
Correct
Very tough windows, huh?

Cas Hutson: ((Yeah.))

GM (GM): Juan runs from one side of the car to the other in a panic!
Martin!
Stop with the pink elephants and help!

Earrtet Acroud : "Rabbo help me with the catch from flying fishin!"

Martin Baron tries to aim his shotgun at the birds outside the car, but can barely see them due to the high speed and still being helplessly drunk! Out of frustration, he starts yelling at the birds!

Martin Baron: ( Intimidation roll. )
rolling 1d100+15
(74)+15= 89

GM (GM): Which target?
Or is it in general?

Martin Baron: ( Was hoping it would be at all of them. Is there a difference in choice? )

GM (GM): Eh sure.
They will roll on their turn.

Martin Baron: ( Still got 2 actions left. I'll attack then save the last for a dodge. )

GM (GM): Sure.

Martin Baron: ( Which one is Earrtet's bird? )

GM (GM): 3

Earrtet Acroud : 3

Martin Baron: ( Mind if I tase him? )
( Can probably save him for later for info. )

Earrtet Acroud : ( Food needs to be cooked)

Martin Baron: ( That too. )

Earrtet Acroud : (or not, ok)

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Another cannibal on the team? Oh dear lord ))

GM (GM): He's a reptile!

Earrtet Acroud : (( It's only canablism if we are the same species)

Martin Baron: ( I just hope you at least make something with it, not just eat it raw. Maybe make Cajun with the bird. )

GM (GM): (( https://youtu.be/kH2HN1JNzOM ))

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, rolling to stun. I hope the bird wont fall out of the train. )
rolling 1d100+45
(93)+45= 138
rolling 1d10
(1)= 1

GM (GM): You gazap it!

Martin Baron blurbs out something to Earrtet to pull the bird in the train.

Martin Baron: ( Turn over, saving last action. )

GM (GM): Sommer!
Maybe I'll skip Sommer until he gets back.

Martin Baron: ( Sorry for making you roll all of this. )

GM (GM): The falcon reloads.
(Huh? Nah that's fine.))
Sergei!
The birds have come into striking range!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Punch him ))

Omega Crab: So, I come to the bird one and try to grapple it
*bird two

Jonathan Sommer: ((Sorry, dozzed off for a second))

GM (GM): Yeah, sure.

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+15
(50)+15= 65

GM (GM): ((You'll go after Sergei. What time is it over where you are at Sommer?))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Just 4:12 pm. I didn't get good sleep))

GM (GM): You have such high damage you mearly insert your hand through the window!
((I know that. I've been all over the state this week.))
You've got a firm grip on the bird! It can't escape!
Bird 4 tosses in a grenade!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sommer? ))
(( Mind taking care of that? ))

GM (GM): Oop!
Sommer, your turn!

Martin Baron: ( None of the intimidation work? )

GM (GM): oopx2

Jonathan Sommer moves to the corner of the train to take cover.

GM (GM): Falcon rolls to motivate his pen

Omega Crab Sergei just grabs onto one of the annoying birds. "Squirmy birdie, take a ride on friendship train."

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(86)+40= 126
"Don't listen to that gobber! Waste the creep!"
Okay, sommer?

Jonathan Sommer takes a moment to aim at Falconi.

Jonathan Sommer: ((TIME TO FIGHT AGAINST THE WINDS))
((I shoot my revolver at Falconi))

GM (GM): So +10 for aim?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

GM (GM): Okay, roll.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+10-50
(7)+10-50= -33
((Oh boy))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yare Yare ))

GM (GM): Zip!
It flies down the tunnel.
Last action?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

GM (GM): Okay, 4-6 fly into the car!
4 throws a grenade!

Valerie P. Awsum takes a shot at Bird number 4, retaining her coolness (I'll take aim as well if I can )

Martin Baron: ( Is the grenade close by to me? Maybe I can use my one action to toss it out. )
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(98)+30= 128
Gas spills from the grenade, your eyes burn and your lungs sizzle! Tear Gas!
-50 to strike, parry, or dodge.
-15 to initiative. People affected lose 1 one

GM (GM): action for 1d10 turns!
rolling 1d10
(6)= 6

Valerie P. Awsum wishes she had her topsider helmet now... well she just wishes she never had it torn off

GM (GM): Okay, you all are -1 action for basically 2 minutes

Martin Baron: ( Ok. )

GM (GM): Val!

Cas Hutson: ((Alright.))

Jonathan Sommer: "Ah, $&@#... It's a music festival in here."

GM (GM): The circle bit is the grenade

Valerie P. Awsum: (( So I can only shoot without aiming... so let's FUCKING DO IT ))
rolling 1d100+10
(10)+10= 20
(( Fugg ))

GM (GM): Nothing.

Omega Crab: ((Since I'm ridiculously tough and the grenade is right next to me, can I eat it?))

GM (GM): Sure!
Falcon dodges back to the face of the car
rolling 1d100+25
(35)+25= 60
That's a crap dodge.
Cas!
We'll get back to cas when she is there.

Cas Hutson: ((Ahh sorry I'm here!))

GM (GM): Juan is still panicing!
Oop, go ahead then.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Dammit, Juan))

Martin Baron: ( Inspire courage in Juan! Have him use his special charm to get the birds to off themselves! )

Cas Hutson continued to curse under his breath, with it hard to breathe with all the tear gas. He grabs for the grenade and chucks it out of the window.

Cas Hutson: ((Wait, can I chuck it out of the window?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( That's what people do during protests ))

GM (GM): Sure! Sorry I was afk
Just roll melee to grab it though.

Cas Hutson: (( Just 1d100?))

GM (GM): Well, add your agi bonus
Beat 20
You are at -50

Cas Hutson: ((Ahhh. I do got 6 for speed, so..))

GM (GM): Unless you have some sort of eye protection

Cas Hutson: ((Nope, no eye protection))

GM (GM): So you need to roll 50 or higher
Good odds
yeah, I roll just now and succeeded.
Go for it!

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+6-50
(6)+6-50= -38

GM (GM): You suck!
Juan panics!
He runs from one end of the car screaming to the other.
Martin!

Martin Baron 's eyes are burning even more now, unable to rub the pain out of them. He desperately puts on the rubber rabbit mask, thinking it would somehow help.

Martin Baron: ( I'm gonna scream at the hawk man, and only him. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(24)+15= 39
( Oh well. )

GM (GM): Let's do that roll for him so I don't forget!
rolling 1d100+40
(25)+40= 65
He resists your drunken pained howling!
Sommer!

Martin Baron screams out at the hawk, a mixture of pain and anger in his yelling.

Martin Baron: ( Is putting on the mask an action? )
( Crap. )

GM (GM): Also, I gotta go afk for a sec.
Well... Eh, take another.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Will it be extremely painful? ))

Martin Baron: ( For you. )
( Well, aiming with guns is out of the question and so is striking + parrying. )
( I might as well just try again to spook one of the birds away. )
( A specific one, else hawk will just tell them to shape up again. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time for a little Dead-Eye))

GM (GM): Back back!

Martin Baron: ( Rolling to spook birb #4

GM (GM): Sure

Martin Baron: ( Spooking them all will lead to big birb to spook them into fighting again. )
rolling 1d100+15
(70)+15= 85

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(62)+15= 77
The bird is scared!

Martin Baron: ( Out of actions. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is my aim impaired by the tear gas?))

GM (GM): Yep.
-50 unless you have a gas mask.

Jonathan Sommer: ((!!!))

Jonathan Sommer reaches into his pack and puts on his scavenging gas mask.

GM (GM): Well it's CS man! That's like the coke vanilla of anti riot gas!

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm guessing I have one turn left?))

GM (GM): Yep

Jonathan Sommer fires a shot at Bird #5.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(91)= 91

GM (GM): Hit, roll damage

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 4d10+40
(6+1+9+6)+40= 62

GM (GM): It's a hard shot that rips right through his armor!
He is badly wounded.
Falcon!
He shouts "count the shells and sprays the car!
rolling 1d100-50+120
(29)-50+120= 99

Valerie P. Awsum: (+120 for what?!!)

GM (GM): For emptying his entire clip in a spray action
Everyone takes
rolling 40+4d10
40+(6+3+8+4)= 61
61 damage

Cas Hutson: ((Sweet mercy no))
((Oh wait, I got the riot vest.))

Martin Baron 's armor takes the blunt of the damage, but Martin immediately worries for everyone else's sake.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Fuck that means broken suit for me ))

GM (GM): (( https://youtu.be/3YOYlgvI1uE ))

Jonathan Sommer is bleeding profusely. He also swears profusely under his mask.

Omega Crab Sergei rather underreacts to the barrage of shells, only letting out a short, angry snort.

GM (GM): Throw bird at other bird!
The blues fall back because, you know, freaking friendly fire.
One bird is killed.

Cas Hutson 's riot vest took the damage, now barely intact and hanging on. He grimaced over this, but is at least relieved to not be harmed as of yet.

GM (GM): That's what it's there for. Sergei!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( What were the rules on the suits again? 10 HP absorbed but if it gets over 50 DAM it gets torn? ))

Omega Crab: ((So, wait, can I try to grab the grenade and shove it down the beak of the bird I'm holding?))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I like the cut of your gib, Sergei))

GM (GM): Yeah, basically it has 10 hp but damage under 50 is nullified.
It's a bubble, basically.
We are losing people left and right!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Fuck... so my suit is wasted? ))

GM (GM): Sure OC

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'd rather it not be but... ))
(( Not sure how many anti-rad suits we have ))

GM (GM): It has a .45 cm smoking hole in the back, yeah.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Okay then yeah until I fix it I have a problem ))

GM (GM): Break out the "sewing kit" and "threads"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Luckly Val has pretty good fringe science ))

GM (GM): Fab Crab! Make some noise!

Omega Crab: ((Right, to grab the grenade, it's just melee attack roll - 50?))

GM (GM): Right
Get over 20

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+15-50
(64)+15-50= 29

GM (GM): Grabbed

Omega Crab Sergei takes a hold of the tear gas grenade and disposes of it by shoving it down the gullet of the bird he was holding. "Here, Polly, your boss left you cracker."

GM (GM): Roll punch damage

Omega Crab: rolling 1d10+5+150
(10)+5+150= 165

Jonathan Sommer: ((OOF))

GM (GM): Yep, that killed it.
Keep holding onto the now smoking corpse?

Omega Crab: Can I throw it at the leader the next turn?

GM (GM): Sure!
Val!

Omega Crab: Great!

Valerie P. Awsum is pissed off at her ruined suit... she has some scraps of the mask to fix it and possibly some of the solvent in her medkit. She takes an aim at the falcon and fires, hoping to bring him down

GM (GM): Without the CS gas present, you only suffer -30 penalties.
Stun right?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah ))

GM (GM): Fire away.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10-30
(100)+10-30= 80

GM (GM): Crit

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Don't piss off the possum ))

Earrtet Acroud : (Oh snap!)

Valerie P. Awsum: EAT $#(& AND DIE, BIRDBRAIN

GM (GM): rolling 10d10
(7+1+6+1+6+1+2+8+6+7)= 45
At any roll the bird is down and bouncing on the tracks.
Earrtet!

Earrtet Acroud : (martin mind if I give the bird de-capital punishment?)

GM (GM): Points for making me laugh.

Martin Baron: ( Ok. )
( Go for it. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Imagine Claude after his fight ))

Jonathan Sommer: (("NOT EVEN A HOUR AFTER I LEFT"))

GM (GM): (( Claude: This is why I never take the subway!))

Earrtet Acroud : (id be + 24 bonus due to the gas right?)
25

GM (GM): Eh, actually.
When you are grappled melee rolls are negated abit.
You just do what you want. The other rolls to not do that.

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 4d10 + 25
(2+10+3+9)+25= 49

GM (GM): Bite?

Earrtet Acroud : yes
(sorry for not mentioning)

GM (GM): Sure.
Just enough to kill the bird
You bite and break bone and flesh!
Cas!

Cas Hutson: ((I'll try taking a shot at Bird 6))

Omega Crab Sergei takes a short look at the grisly sight and seems pertuprbed, even though he just killed a person just as cruelly. He doesn't say anything, though.

GM (GM): Sure!

Cas Hutson: ((The -50 is still there for the speed it's going, right?))

GM (GM): Yep

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100-50
(28)-50= -22

GM (GM): I will admit, this fight is to highlight fighting with penalties.

Cas Hutson: ((God my rolls suck..))

Valerie P. Awsum: ((Just scream them off ))

GM (GM): And odd situations.
Juan is not a fighter!
Martin!

Martin Baron: ( Who's left? )

GM (GM): 6
4 is moving to run away on it's turn!

Martin Baron: ( Gonna spook him too. )
rolling 1d100+15
(40)+15= 55

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(53)+15= 68
It resists!

Martin Baron: ( Hm. What do I have to beat to shoot him? )

GM (GM): -50
So roll 70 or better

Martin Baron: ( Can't shoot him. Guess I can't try spooking him again? )

GM (GM): Sure
Eh, why not?
rolling 1d100+15
(18)+15
= 33

Martin Baron: ( inb4 fail. )
rolling 1d100+15
(68)+15= 83
( Cool. )
( All I can really do. Sorry. )

GM (GM): Drunken yelling!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Don't make Val take another shot ))

GM (GM): Sommer! Combat ends on your turn!

Martin Baron: ( Inspire courage in Juan )

Valerie P. Awsum gets up... she knows she's bleeding hard but grabs her medkit and looks around and almost instincitevely commands "Wounded, who's wounded... Come on quick."

Jonathan Sommer clutches his wounds and calls for encouragement.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rolling for encouragement, I guess))
rolling 1d100+25
(29)+25= 54

GM (GM): You encouraged Juan

Jonathan Sommer says something about lizard babes and sandy beaches.

GM (GM): "Thank goodness it's over. It is over right? My eyes have swollen shut..."

Martin Baron laughs and looks to Valerie "Like theshe people would go to a... Topshider for medical... help."

Jonathan Sommer is silent.

GM (GM): The last remaining birds withdraw back into the tunnel.

Valerie P. Awsum shivers at the comment and looks at Martin, her serious look turns into worry. She spots Jon though and scurries over as if she wants to hide from the hare's gaze to open her medical bag and start to fix Jon's wounds

Omega Crab Sergei keeps obliviously holding the smoking corpse, looking at the birds running away. "Sergei's wounds are not of a huge concern."

Jonathan Sommer: "Oi, get away."

GM (GM): Current Situation: The car is hurtling at full speed and not slowing down. Everyone still reeks of chocking gas.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Lets hope the crash doesn't kill anyone))

Valerie P. Awsum closes the bag. Instead she has an idea... "Everyone brace..." and scrambles for the Emergency brake

Earrtet Acroud : "Well, I can say one thing, are we getting paid for this? Cause if not this is the worst community service ever."

Jonathan Sommer: "That's what I'm %&@#ing sayin'."

GM (GM): Delayed Science report: the brake is jammed and depressured from years of disuse.

Martin Baron sloppily grabs the chair arm rest, not having much to brace himself with.

Martin Baron: ( Mind if I roll perception? Look for something helpful? )

GM (GM): You hit the break for a short while it works then another load bang from under the car makes it continue to accelerate.
Sure!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(95)+15= 110

Valerie P. Awsum: (( That's bad...delayed science report told me how to FIX IT? ))

GM (GM): Martin realizes that the lights in this car have been working the whole time. What is powering this thing?

Jonathan Sommer stumbles over towards Vale and examines the stuff.

Cas Hutson: ((Ahh, GM. I could try peeking outside the doors over here, if I can.))

Martin Baron will examine the console at the front of the train!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( 3rd Rail ))

Cas Hutson: ((Or one of them I mean.))

GM (GM): Roll perception

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(92)+25= 117

Cas Hutson: ((Wait, I roll too?))

GM (GM): Controls seem to be fine, a red light is blinking on the dash.
Yes.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(62)= 62

Omega Crab: Can I roll for perception, too, trying to figure out what's going with the chassis?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Any indicators around the red light?))

GM (GM): Sure.

Martin Baron: ( A button underneath the red light? )

Cas Hutson peers out from the broken windows, trying to peer through the darkness.

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+25
(28)+25= 53
Valerie P. Awsum: (( Also if I recall in my workings of a train if we were to switch the gear into N, it wouldn't break but it wouldn't accelerate ))

GM (GM): You read BR--K- near the light.

Jonathan Sommer taps on the red light impatiently.

GM (GM): The red light goes out.

Jonathan Sommer: "Hmm?"

GM (GM): Cas, you look out the window and notice sparking coming from under the car!

Martin Baron looks at the light for a few seconds, trying to make sense of the letters.

Jonathan Sommer: "I'm guessing that's the brake light, then."

Martin Baron: ( Obviously it means BR (EA) K (S) ).

GM (GM): ((This is getting like 999 or something))

Martin Baron: ( GM, roll to smash the light with a club. )

GM (GM): Sure!
rolling 1d100+80
(19)+80= 99

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(77)+45= 122

GM (GM): You win!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Please don't smash my hand))

GM (GM): You smake the light, breaking it.

Martin Baron: ( Oh wait, no club. Smash with bare fist then. )

GM (GM): Too late, it's smashed now!

Earrtet Acroud : (rip the brake off and smash it with the breaks)

Martin Baron: ( Job fulfilled. )

Cas Hutson glanced over at the group. "'Ey, I'm seeing sparks from under here!" He pointed out.

Jonathan Sommer rubs his chin. "I'm guessing it's workin'."

Valerie P. Awsum says silently "Yeah... We need to decrease the speed some more..."

Jonathan Sommer grunts and looks out towards the sparks.

Jonathan Sommer: "Maybe we can throw something under."

Jonathan Sommer eyes Vale.

GM (GM): Throw Sergei!

Martin Baron: ( GM, what's the status on the chairs? Rusted? )

GM (GM): Yes.

Martin Baron: ( I want to roll to break one off. )

GM (GM): a 1/10 on the comfort scale

Valerie P. Awsum gulps "T... the power cell. These things were powered by a power cell. We need to cut the pwoer"

GM (GM): Yeah, your wee bunny body isn't strong enough for that.

Valerie P. Awsum tries to spot the service panel

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(17)+45= 62
(( Ouch ))

Jonathan Sommer attempts to find this panel himself.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(87)+25= 112

GM (GM): You find the service panel.

Martin Baron tries his hardest to break off one of the chairs. But despite his drunken strength, can't budge them a bit. He looks to Segei and asks "Can ya help, shir? "

Jonathan Sommer: ((Jon just finds something else called a Service Panel))
((Liquor, hopefully))

GM (GM): You find a second service panel!

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "Can someone lift it up?"

Valerie P. Awsum: Please?

Jonathan Sommer attempts to open up this second panel.

Cas Hutson: ((I could))
((Got 6 strength, though not sure if it'll do))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Beats my 1 STR ))

Cas Hutson huffs a bit before going over the first service panel to attempt opening it up.

GM (GM): You try... Years of dust and rust fight you to spite you.
You need a hand here.

Jonathan Sommer: "SERGEI!"

GM (GM): Current STR 6, you need over 10

Martin Baron: ( I got 4 strength )

Valerie P. Awsum switches on her flashlight and waits for Sergei to do his schtick.

Martin Baron ignores the chairs for now and goes to help Jonathan.

GM (GM): Together you pop open the panel.

Valerie P. Awsum goes for the panels almost immidately trying to find the battery panel

GM (GM): There you find what Martin certainly recognizes as a large old military proton cell.

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "Stay clear, this might leak radiation..."

Jonathan Sommer: "Yeah, no."

Valerie P. Awsum tries to pull it off

Jonathan Sommer: "Last thing I need is you messing around with shit that could kill us."

Martin Baron reels back from the panel, knowing fully well what could happen if things went awry.

Jonathan Sommer attempts to grab the cell from Vale.

GM (GM): (( Val recognizes it as well, it's an cell from before the war broke out used by the NDA... Although you are playing dumb, right?))

Omega Crab: (Sorry, was afk!)

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Jon enraged "You idiot, it has enough amperage to kill you. We need to slow down and I have an isolated suit. Go away before you become a french fry."

GM (GM): The cell weighs over a hundred pounds but sure!

Jonathan Sommer growls and sticks his face in front of Vale. "Oh, just like ya for a Hornet Head to act all superior!"

GM (GM): With a mightly yank that shows off all his muscles he pulls the cell over his head, wires pop out... And the lights go off.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wait, who yanked it?))

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Wo does? )

Martin Baron: "Th-that thing can melt thish whole train! Be careful-"

Omega Crab Sergei has apparently dozed off, while still holding the bird's corpse, waking up only now, opening one of his eyes. "What did Sergei miss? Have animal men figure out how stop train?"

GM (GM): (( Sorry, I was a slow typer. I thought you were lifting it Sommer.

Earrtet Acroud : "Well melting the wheels is one way to stop it."

Jonathan Sommer: ((I am))

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Jonatan concerned "THROW IT OFF BEFORE YOU IRRADIATE US ALL"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Thought maybe Sergei or someone got to it))

Jonathan Sommer eyes the cell then tosses it over his shoulder towards the tracks with a whistle.

GM (GM): No, your character's overwhelming will to be a show off made you perform far beyond your means.

Martin Baron is holding his head between his hands, bracing for the worst.

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's showbiz for ya))

Valerie P. Awsum scrambles for her bag and grabs the health scanner and then tries to check his radiation count.

GM (GM): [Mutation detected]
[Mild radiation exposure.]

Cas Hutson watches as Sommer tossing the battery out the window, before deciding to look over at the second service panel.

GM (GM): [mild zero radiation exposure.]

Jonathan Sommer: ((Uh oh))

GM (GM): [possible rabbies infection]

Cas Hutson: ((Ohh.))

Martin Baron: ( Whom? )

GM (GM): [recommendation: Euthanize.]

Jonathan Sommer looks over Vale's shoulder at this shit.

GM (GM): The second panel too is dust and rust!

Martin Baron glares at Valerie through the darkness, stating "You do anything funny... I'll throw you out the #$(%@ train, you #$&!@#$(@)(%&)($&_@&$%*&) "

GM (GM): Upon examination to feel a vibration from it!

Valerie P. Awsum wishes the last thing didn't come out... especially with how much distrust she's earning every second.

GM (GM): It should be noted that removing the battery reveals that the hatch goes right through the floor of the chasis to the outside

Jonathan Sommer: "Just ignore the nazi, Martin."

Jonathan Sommer walks over to a seat and rests himself.

GM (GM): The scanner sqeeks again:

Martin Baron roots through his pockets for a shell, reloading the shotgun for the round he shot at the roof earlier. Just in case.

GM (GM): [Subject: Mutation. Species: Lagomorph.
[poor blood quality detected: Alcohol. Possible brain cell damage.

Earrtet Acroud : "Well she'd be a jewish nazi ."

GM (GM): [Recommendation: Euthanize.]

Jonathan Sommer gives a wry smile.

Jonathan Sommer: "Why?"

Cas Hutson goes over at the second panel, deciding to try lifting the thing to see what's under it.

Valerie P. Awsum switches it off at this point, before she gets even worse looks.

GM (GM): You dig your claws in this time and pry it open

Martin Baron: "One more bleep outta that thing... and I'll..." Martin starts, pausing to think for a second. "Ish... that thing a tracker?"

GM (GM): [recommadation: Eurthaniiizzzz---*

Valerie P. Awsum headshake "No... I'm not stupid to be tracking myself. I tossed out my Zero Gun and smashed it with a rock."

GM (GM): At this point everyone notices a light in the distance, it must be the other car...or something else to crash into!

Martin Baron: "For your shake, you better hope sho."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sergei smash the engine ))

Jonathan Sommer closes his eyes and waits for the inevitable.

Valerie P. Awsum curls up in the corner and braces

Earrtet Acroud : Earrlet Acroud hold unto the birds corpse bracing for impact

Martin Baron grabs on to the rusty chair nearby, squinting to see what's past the light.

Devil: Just so you know, that walrus' wallet was over the line, Jonathan.

Omega Crab: ((Yeah, I'll smash the engine))

Cas Hutson keeps his eyes open, holding onto a chair nearby him in case of impact.

Omega Crab: ((What do I roll??)

Jonathan Sommer turns to the Devil.

GM (GM): Eh, damage for whatever attack you want.

Jonathan Sommer: "If this is the afterlife, I guess you couldn't get shittier than the now-life..."

Earrtet Acroud : (Why is the devil here?)

Omega Crab: rolling 1d10+10+150
(10)+10+150= 170

Valerie P. Awsum: (( HOW DOES HE DO IT ))

Martin Baron glances at the red jellybean talking to Jonathan, but ignores it and accounts it to the alcohol.

Omega Crab Sergei stamps on the engine with his oversized elephant-foot.

GM (GM): (He paid for his preorder DLC of Coon mutant.))
You smash the engine.
Wait.

Jonathan Sommer: "Also, he had it comin' for not keeping his wallet safe. Beggin' to be taken. Ya know how it is."

Jonathan Sommer rests his head back against the chair.

GM (GM): Nope, you damage it heavily and it shakes but remains, I defies you to make at least two more stomps!
When you stomp however, the car shakes and the sound of metal on metal screeches.
The light is getting closer

Earrtet Acroud : (who had the pipe? you can help by smacking it aginst it.)

Omega Crab: ((I just try to smack it again while I still have time!))

Valerie P. Awsum hopes she doesn't see any of her deceased patients where she's going..

Martin Baron stumbles and trips to the second engine, trying to help Sergei with the engine as the higher being command him.

Omega Crab: rolling 1d10+10+150
(7)+10+150= 167

Martin Baron will smack the engine with the wooden pipe!

Martin Baron: ( What's the damage on that? )

Jonathan Sommer: "Also... that owl got what he wanted... and Jackson..."

GM (GM): Bolts pop and sparks are flying from the sides of the car!
The engine remains although you can see the subway below it now!

Cas Hutson puts away the 9mm and pulls out the bat to whack at the engine!

GM (GM): If you were a car man, you'd say that you are directly jamming the transmission!
Sure. damage

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d10+15
(7)+15= 22

GM (GM): Just enough!

Jonathan Sommer: "That... kid..."

GM (GM): The machinary dislodges and bounces everywhere like popcorn!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Now this is more like it))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh God. ))

Omega Crab: ((Even now, the sins of what you've done germinate within you))
In a cascade of destruction parts shoot wild from the car!

Omega Crab: ((*The evil seed. Crap, messed up that quote.))

GM (GM): Everyone who is not hunkered down in a safe position roll tumble!

Earrtet Acroud : Earrlet Acroud scream with a force that rivals that of a little girl

GM (GM): Beat 90!

Martin Baron: ( Wait, aw shit )
( Agility bonus? And what's tumble +2 give? )

GM (GM): +20

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+10
(17)+35+10= 62

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45+20
(22)+45+20= 87

Jonathan Sommer: ((Welp, good-bye everybody))

Martin Baron: ( Pls no. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Luckly I'm hunkered down in safe position ))

Cas Hutson: ((Heck, I got Tumble 2))
((And aglity, so..))

Martin Baron: ( Goodbye everybody, I'll remember you all in therapy. )

GM (GM): out of nowhere
rolling 1d100+25
(43)+25= 68

Valerie P. Awsum: (( You forget Martin, you have a doc on board ))

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20+30
(57)+20+30= 107

Omega Crab: ((Can I try to grab Jonathan and drag him off to safety or is there no time?))

Martin Baron: ( I got armor. And my health is 130 )

GM (GM): Juan grabs a crash ring and grabs Jonathan's leg with his tongue.

Martin Baron: ( JUAN THE HERO )

GM (GM): ((Because the GM doesn't want to be a dick.))
Those that failed take
rolling 4d10
(2+9+8+5)= 24
24 damage

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+15
(11)+15= 26

Martin Baron: ( Nah, I'm fine with dickery. )

Omega Crab Sergei just doesn't even tumble, clumsily taking the full force of the crash. He still doesn't seem too fazed, though.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton takes zero damage for keeping his body loose))

Martin Baron lands on the front of his armor, denting it even further. He's starting to feel invincible in this thing...

GM (GM): You screech to a halt just in time.

Martin Baron: ( What damage affects health directly and not armor? )
( Armor piercing bullets I'm guessing? )

GM (GM): Falling.

Jonathan Sommer opens one of his eyes and looks around.

GM (GM): And armor piercing bullets, kinda.

Martin Baron: ( Makes sense. Does this count as direct damage? )

GM (GM): And wrestling moves.

Martin Baron: ( *Direct health damage )
( Ah, interesting. )

GM (GM): Sure. Why not?

Jonathan Sommer: "Am I in hell yet?"

Valerie P. Awsum jumps up quickly and looks around reaching for the bag... then sighs and just closes it. No point. "No... we're alive. I think."

Martin Baron recollects himself: no, the armor's definitely dented on impact, but he doesn't think it took the blunt of the crash. His intoxication delayed the pain for a moment, slowly feeling an intense burn on his ribs.

Earrtet Acroud : "Well I know that I wouldn't go to Hell, So I guess nazi jew is right."

You appear to have found where the Wind guys stopped. You see a small starwell up ahead, pursue?

Omega Crab Sergei rolls his eyes. "Sergei at least glad that the pain train stopped now."

Omega Crab: I try to sneak forward, finally putting my sneak skill to use!

Valerie P. Awsum adjusts her suit. "I would recommend at least first aid before we proceed. We had luck with those muti..."

Jonathan Sommer eyes Valerie.

GM (GM): Roll sneak!

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+15+50
(36)+15+50= 101

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sneak is AGI? ))

Jonathan Sommer: "Alright."

Cas Hutson decides to reposition himself and follow OC.

Martin Baron: "You heal yourshelf... I'm not letting you anywhere near me, ya... crazy... rat lady."
( I think I'll follow Sergei, he's got the right idea going. )
rolling 1d100+45+30
(53)+45+30= 128
( Is it not agility? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((AFK for a bit))

Omega Crab Sergei starts moving towards the stairwell surprisingly quietly. "Let Sergei scout ahead. Patch yourselves up in the meantime." He whispers.

Cas Hutson: ((Hmm.. 1d100 plus agility bonus?))

Omega Crab: ((It is agility.))

Valerie P. Awsum walks over to Jon, without talking she opens the medical bag to pull out some disinfectant, bandages and any sort of pain-easing spray she has.

Omega Crab: ((But you can't use it untrained, I think.))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Roll for first aid? ))

Martin Baron: "I'm... hic! ... fine."

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+30
(25)+30= 55
((Umm..))

Earrtet Acroud : "I up for a patch up Nazi Doc."

GM (GM): Roll first aid.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+30+45
(70)+30+45= 145
(( That's for Martin ))

GM (GM): Now, I should explain. for first aid you gain +10 per difficulty to add on yourself up to +5 or +50hp.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Fuck.. ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Back))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I didn't say how much right? ))

Martin Baron: ( I'm already out of the train, but sure. )

GM (GM): Possom here did very, very high so croc gets +50. even with -50 it's still a 90 roll

Valerie P. Awsum applies the same amount of good FA on Jon...

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+30+45
(24)+30+45= 99

Omega Crab Sergei takes a long look around and starts to move back towards everyone to report his findings. "Reptilian primitives here. Lot of them. Seems there was a brawl."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Phew... still beaten that? ))

GM (GM): ...Healed for 30

Martin Baron: "Primativesh? What are you talking about?"

Valerie P. Awsum finishes by patching herself up... worries about what's to come

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+30+45
(90)+30+45= 165
(( Of course I heal myself the best. Fucking topsider ))

GM (GM): ((Spears, body paint, decorative feathers, popcaps for jewlery, that sort of thing.

Jonathan Sommer coughs.

Jonathan Sommer: "..."
((HORNET HEAD))

Omega Crab Sergei shakes his head. "Sergei saw savages, basically."

Earrtet Acroud : "Well miss Awsum, I'm glad you escaped the Numenburg Trials."

Martin Baron pauses to think on what Sergei said. "Should we... shhhpook them? I bet a... gun would work."

Valerie P. Awsum packs up the bag and doesn't say a thing to Earrtet's comment.

Jonathan Sommer: "Aw, not going to give me a lollypop?"

Omega Crab Sergei rubs his forehead, thinking. "Sergei don't think it's a good idea. If you were a crazy lizard man with spear, would you be spooked?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((So who's the George of the team?))

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Jon when she finishes packing up "I've found outdated mints. Want those? They taste like crap."

Martin Baron swears he sees something off in the darkness... like a old TV show poster. He disregards it and tries to focus back on Sergei.

GM (GM): That's obvious!

Valerie P. Awsum fehs "...Tastes like 3 years of 'recycled nutrient intake."

Jonathan Sommer: "Commin' from you, they're probably the sweetest things in the world."

Jonathan Sommer smirks wryly.

Earrtet Acroud : "I also see some gum under the seats."

Martin Baron: "Yesh... Gun beats 'pearsh."

GM (GM): ((" Your shit tastes sweet" Ther is a rare pick up line.))

Cas Hutson: ((Hm,, Should I go and check what's inside the other car?))

Valerie P. Awsum tosses Jon the tin with 4 remaning mints and joins the rest of the party pulling out the blaster she 'borrowed'

Omega Crab Sergei thoughtfully rubs his trunk. "Then, Sergei think we should sneak up and spook the Lenin out of them."

Jonathan Sommer 's smirk fades as he pockets the mints and follows the group.

GM (GM): Proceed topside?

Jonathan Sommer: ((sneeki breeki))

Martin Baron: "Yeah!" Martin proclaims, pulling out the shotgun and waving it about. "Let'sh give them a... warning shhhhhot!"

Cas Hutson: ((Eh sure.))

Jonathan Sommer: ((... They're dead, right?))

GM (GM): Nope!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Do they see us?))

GM (GM): I should note: The sun is setting now.
If you were sneaking, not yet.
They are busy tending to wounded and putting out fires, it seems.

Martin Baron: ( My sneeki is 128 )

Jonathan Sommer sucks in his lips.

Jonathan Sommer: "I have a plan, I think."

Omega Crab: I think we should move behind them and just beging going nuts suddenly.
*begin

Valerie P. Awsum gulps, she opens her mouth but then closes it, thinking how inappropriate it would be to say

Omega Crab: Shooting in the air, making screaming on the top of lungs, all that.

Martin Baron pauses and taps Sergei, "Wait... I think I shaw a movie like thish once..."

Jonathan Sommer: "Sergei and I will talk to their leader, everyone else can do whatever."
"... As long as it doesn't screw me over."
"Good plan?"

Omega Crab Sergei looks at Jonathan and nods. "Sergei agrees. If their leader acts stupid, Sergei punt him in the crotch."

Earrtet Acroud : "I gonna back down for dinner, Rabbo wanna make it a meal for 2."

Jonathan Sommer: "'xactly."

Martin Baron: "I had a better plan." Martin says, pouting somewhat.

Jonathan Sommer saunters casually towards the group of reptilians.

Jonathan Sommer stops on a heel and turns towards Martin.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Jon "Are you nuts? They're raiders. Most raiders we saw were usually enslaving others muties."

Martin Baron: "We makesh them think... we're their godsh. We get gold, shervants, partiesh..."

Jonathan Sommer: "Yeah? Guess what, baby, I'm a goddamn DENTOWN NARTIONAL."

Omega Crab Sergei shrugs his titanic soldiers. "Sergei thinks that raiders speak the language of strength. And in the language of strength, Sergei is the Leo Tolstoy."

Jonathan Sommer: "RAIDERS WERE MY BUSINESS PARTNERS."

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25+20
(35)+25+20= 80

Valerie P. Awsum looks shocked hearing the name. "Yeah ummm... just be careful."

GM (GM): Somehow the didn't notice Jonathan screaming at the top of his lungs...
Course of action?
Oop, lost jeff

Martin Baron: ( Cry over the loss of Jonathan. )

Cas Hutson gives a small huff, seeming a bit impatient as he taps foot a bit. He doesn't exactly have a care about it, just as long as whatever they do is done right.

Martin Baron: ( So they're gonna go sneak and talk to the leader? )

GM (GM): Yes.
Sergei, roll sneak again!

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+15+50
(39)+15+50= 104

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(88)+25= 113

Valerie P. Awsum sneaks back into the metro station and attempts to patch her uniform using the emergency patch kit she still has from NDDC days

Omega Crab: em Sergei steps on a tree branch.

GM (GM): You proceed to the wall when two chameleons appear!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh))
"... Martin, keep drinkin'."

Jonathan Sommer continues sauntering towards the reptilians with his revolver down his pants.

C. Jeffrey: ((TESTING TESTING))

GM (GM): We hear you!

Omega Crab Sergei looks at the chameleons, trying to stay calm, but shooting them the most intimidating look he can give. "Hello, frog men. Sergei came to talk to boss."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Disconnected, even though I could read ya))

GM (GM): I wish roll 20 was alittle more stable. I think saturday is the worst day.
Four reptiles notice Sergei and approach him!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(47)+35= 82

GM (GM): They are holding spears and wooden shields.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Can I try to patch the suit real quick away from where people can see me? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Darn))

Omega Crab: Can I roll intimidate?

GM (GM): Sure.
Everyone is looking at sergei
Sure.

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+25
(72)+25= 97

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(87)+45= 132

Martin Baron: ( Oh no! Floridans! )

GM (GM): You let out a roar that quakes the ground but the reptiles stand firm!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sure to what? ))

Omega Crab: (I guess seeing the elephant doesn't impress anyone those days.)

GM (GM): On your left two men on flying surfboards descend.
You wonder if you are still affected by the gas.

Jonathan Sommer quickly hurries over to Sergei's side.

Jonathan Sommer: "FRIENDS, FRIENDS!"

Omega Crab Sergei points his trunk at the flying surfboard men. "By the way, those aren't Sergei's friends. Sergeis see those people for the first time." He says, just assuming that they're not related to the reptile raiders. What are those surf ninjas even are?

GM (GM): They notice your friendly greeting and start dashing torward you with spears at the ready!

Cas Hutson stands still on the spot, alert in case of a fight going to arise.

Jonathan Sommer: "... I have a proposition!"

GM (GM): The surfers raise their hands and say, "You are really pushing it today, you guys."

Reptile: What are you talking about?

Omega Crab Sergei stays quiet for now, letting Jonathan do the talking, waiting for the situation to escalate.

Reptiles: Give up you idiots! Your scout party got in but we've got that place locked down! You fools are never going to hurt anyone with our tech again!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( OH GOD... Tribal society ))
(( I get what's going on ))

C. Jeffrey looks at both the surfers and the reptilians.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( They're the guaridans of the place ))
(( And the birds are intruders ))

Jonathan Sommer: "Psst... Sergei... Lets bounce."

Omega Crab Sergei nods to Jonathan and just starts to walk away quietly.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Roll for sneak))

GM (GM): You will need cover or a distraction. I mean, they are looking right at you!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Roll for hide!))

GM (GM): Where?!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Uh shit))

Omega Crab: Well, Jonathan can hide behind me and then sneak out.

Jonathan Sommer: "ATTENTION, GENTLEMEN!"

Martin Baron: ( Roll for camouflage! )

Valerie P. Awsum comes back. to Martin and Cas.. her suit looking like new. She hunkers down next to Earret "What's going on?"

Omega Crab: While I just stand there and glare.

Jonathan Sommer pulls out his deck of cards.

Martin Baron shrugs. He can barely tell what they're even saying.

Jonathan Sommer: "BEHOLD!"

GM (GM): At this point a massive snake charges clear from the gate to your flank!

Earrtet Acroud : "What the hell is that?"

Martin Baron whirls around to the sudden giant bush viper appearance. "Um... HI?"

Omega Crab Sergei whispers. "Sergei pretty sure we are piss frog men off."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rolling for magic))

GM (GM): Your offense is over!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh no))

Snake: Men, blow this tunnel!

Martin Baron: ( Can I roll to drunkenly convince the snake we're friendly? )

GM (GM): Some reptiles in the back start approaching the subway with what looks like satchel charges.
Sure

Valerie P. Awsum yelps and covers herself "Please... we're not with the birds. We're friendly."

Cas Hutson whips around at his side, noticing the sudden appearance of the giant snake.

Martin Baron raises his hands and tries his hardest to explain the group's intentions.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(61)+15= 76

Valerie P. Awsum tries to plea as well

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(66)+45= 111

Cas Hutson: "Jesus, that's giant snake.." He mumbles.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(66)+45= 111

Martin Baron: ( Woah )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( FUCKING WOW ))
((DRAW ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(56)+45= 101

Earrtet Acroud : (noice)

GM (GM): Alright you win.

Martin Baron 's drunken ramblings don't help the matters at all. Though the Topsider scum seems to be convincing the snake well enough...

Snake: what are you doing here?!

GM (GM): Well, the fact you're drunk does make clear you aren't really coming here with cold crisp intent of nuclear warefare.

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "I... I was hiding in the tunnels after I changed and there were a lot of birds moving through them yelling something about bombs. And these were the guys chasing them..."

Martin Baron: ( No, that obviously means I'm mentally preparing myself to unleash Metal Gear upon the nuclear wasteland of a world. )

So: you're not with them?

GM (GM): ( Someone call Kojima, that is gold right there.)

Martin Baron: ( Call me, the Drunk Hare. Fast as hell, drunk as hell too. )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin and the rest and the viper "...if anything I'm guilty by association. The birds tried to kill me and I helped these guys."

Earrtet Acroud : "Yeah and we also got proof, 2 of the ones we killed are in the train down there."

Snake: Guilt by association is still guilty!

GM (GM): The snake tells the reps to go down and check.

Martin Baron: "Wesh don't know who thosh guysh are, trusht ush." Martin says, pointing to the surfboard men.

GM (GM): Afew minutes later they come up and coroberate your story.

Martin Baron: ( I'm really inconsistent with my slurs aren't I? )

Valerie P. Awsum looks down onto the ground not saying a word. Sounds like the whole world wants to remind her of how bad she is.
The reps don't think you are bad guys, great!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I do a magic trick anyway?))

GM (GM): Sure

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25+10+10
(55)+25+10+10= 100

Jonathan Sommer makes confetti come out of Sergei's ear.

Snake: Okay, you aren't with the birds. That means slightly less to me.

Omega Crab Sergei tries to play it up by trumpeting some circus music with his trunk.

Martin Baron: "We are looking for the birdsh though... They got bombsh and thingsh we gotta shtop them from using."

Snake: Yeah, they came through throwing explosives everywhere.

They didn't even fight, they bee-lined right into the base leaving a trail of wounder and blown up crap.

Martin Baron: "Looksh like we got shomething to share. Are thosh two there part of their group?"

Valerie P. Awsum looks at her medpack "Look... maybe we could do a trade. I can try helping some of your wounded for a safe passage for us?"

GM (GM): We called the H-10s for backup. He points to the surfers Who are right on time to be of no help at all.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin hoping he won't blurt out something stupid

Snake: I don't know. We have the birds locked inside. We could just easily sit here for afew weeks and remove their starved bodies...

Martin Baron: "Shorry. But we are wanting to do shomething about the birdsh. Enemy in common or... yeah. We helpsh you, you helpsh ush?"

GM (GM): Alright. But you can't take any of the technology from it!

Omega Crab Sergei rather ungracefully butts into the conversation. "Birds have stolen Sergei's checkers board back home."

Martin Baron: "We jusht want to shtop them from ushing it to kill othersh."

Snake: Well, its the best reason I've heard all day.

Martin Baron: ( Hooray, we became allies with lizard tribesmen surrounded by nukes. )

Valerie P. Awsum 's ears perk up "Technology?"

GM (GM): The snake appears to shift his position as if someone had said a magic word.

Valerie P. Awsum wonders if she could find something to fix her suit

Snake: No technology. I destroyed this planet and we owe it to whoever is still alive to keep it from happening again.

GM (GM): We'll give the pass dongle.

But: it's the only one and we are locking the door behind you.

GM (GM): The mutants clear the way to allow you to enter the base.

Martin Baron silences himself and follows the snake.

C. Jeffrey continues sauntering in that direction.

Omega Crab Sergei just follows everyone, trying to look as inconspicious as possible.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Disconnections are kicking my ass))

GM (GM): Yes.

Valerie P. Awsum feels... endangered. She was trying to fix the mistake of the infection and this strange doomsday cult makes her wonder if maybe the world is unfixable

Martin Baron: ( Quick! Lizards are proven to be floozies in the Endtown comic! If you want someone to fuck, flirt with one of them now! )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I bet it would be Jon ))

Jonathan Sommer looks around the most attractive reptile.

Cas Hutson: ((Ohh..))

Jonathan Sommer: ((*for the))

The sit: Next session you will enter the base! There you will find the Winds of Disruption and any other dangers!

Omega Crab: (I show off my long trunk to everyone, while moving eyebrows and everything.)

Martin Baron: ( Fuck yeah )
( I'm gonna flirt with the fiery one here. )
( Shit's hot bruh )

GM (GM): In your opinion, these lizards are ugly, and dudes, and they look like nerds!

Earrtet Acroud : (I had a good time and felt like i did stuff.)

Valerie P. Awsum feels... very insecure in this sausagefest

Jonathan Sommer: ((My mind's telling me no))
((BUT MY BODY))

GM (GM): Very open minded.

Martin Baron: ( Obviously we should've flirted with the bush viper, then we'd get a free technology. )

GM (GM): Let us embrace this horror next session!
XP!

Earrtet Acroud : "for a doc you sure are incomfterable with reprducing."

GM (GM): +15 for combat!

Martin Baron: ( Also, since I crashed, I don't have a session to upload. I'll get to it when we're done. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Obviously we got to flirt WITH the technology!))

Martin Baron: ( Of course! )

Omega Crab: ((Can I roll for seduction against Valerie to convince her about how mutation is not so bad in the most horrifying way possible?))

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(8)+15= 23
( I failed with flirting with the tech! )

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(62)+25= 87

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Martin I could try to grab it from the start and you'll do the editing ))

GM (GM): Well, if you don't want to we could do it for a change.

Martin Baron: I just gotta get to the log and edit the rolls and stuff.

GM (GM): You just scroll up and go to 'view all chat entries for the game.

Martin Baron: I'll have it on /co/ later.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I don't know how to do it ))

Martin Baron: Yeah, but it would freeze when I start while we played

GM (GM): It goes back a long time.

Jonathan Sommer: GM
Double XP

GM (GM): Yes.
Yes.
I remember.

Martin Baron: So I couldn't have the post ready while we played

GM (GM): That seems like a good solution actually.
True.
Your PC is moldy cheese
Anyway.
So, +30xp.
For all the combats.

GM (GM): +20 xp for the group effort in stopping the train.

Valerie P. Awsum: We still have XP from last time

GM (GM): I try to get everybody involved in these things and usually fail.
Try.
So let's just double it for this time.

Valerie P. Awsum: So 100 XP total?

GM (GM): In truth, very little heroics going on last session.
Yeah.
Everyone gets 100 xp.

Martin Baron: Nonsense. We didn't murder the tribal lizards, that's pretty heroic

GM (GM): Sound agood?

Valerie P. Awsum: That's great, I level up

Martin Baron: Sure

GM (GM): Everyday you save the world from yourselves.

Omega Crab: So, how much do you need to level up to level 3?

Earrtet Acroud : I helped by telling them about the dead enemy bodies we had, (that i didn't get to eat.)

GM (GM): From 2 to 3: 300xp

Valerie P. Awsum: Wait
From 1 to 2 it's 200 XP?
Or 100 XP?

Valerie P. Awsum is forgetting now

GM (GM): Yes, that is a point. You avoided a big fight there.
1 to 2 is...

Jonathan Sommer: 100

GM (GM): Huh, okay. So it's 200.

Jonathan Sommer: Oh really?

GM (GM): I am smarter when in writing than on the fly.
No, 2to 3 is 200
1 to 2 is 100.

Valerie P. Awsum: Okay so I do level up
Cool

Cas Hutson: Oh, wait! Do I get the same XP as the others are, or no..? I wasn't really here last week.

Omega Crab: So, you gotta accrue 300 to get to lvl 3?

GM (GM): Sure.
Gravy train pours in all directions
You get xp
you need 200
I should revise this system.
Eh, I'll work on it.

Jonathan Sommer: So how can we summarize this session?
The gang rides in and out of hell?

GM (GM): Yes.

Omega Crab: Wait, so if I got 235 xp in total, do I level up or not?

GM (GM): You do.

Omega Crab: Also, I should probably take mental health damage.

GM (GM): yes.
Earrtet, take

Earrtet Acroud : so did i level up to level 2?
GM (GM): rolling 3d10
(4+9+9)= 22

Jonathan Sommer: Probably

GM (GM): 22 mental health
Sergei
rolling 3d10
(3+2+2)= 7
7 mental health.
That is so unfair, I love it.
Wait did you eat the bird?

GM (GM): brb

Omega Crab: Wait, lemme calculate. I got 135 xp during the first session I was in, with the Diver Dan fight. Now I got 100 xp. So, if 100 xp got spent on leveling, I should have just 135 xp now, which is not enough to level up.

Jonathan Sommer: Eh, round upwards

Earrtet Acroud : Me? I only bit his head off (so i ate a birdc)

Jonathan Sommer: That is what Jon would do

GM (GM): Yes.

Earrtet Acroud : (bird head)

GM (GM): So OC you need 65 more points to level.
So who gets the MVP today?

Jonathan Sommer: Martin

Omega Crab: Martin, no doubt.

Earrtet Acroud : martin

GM (GM): Martin, for drunken diplomacy and being a scarey bunny.

Martin Baron: Oh cool

GM (GM): +10

Jonathan Sommer: What about last session?

Martin Baron: Thanks. Editing the paste now.

Jonathan Sommer: That seems a bit more ambiguous