Uplift RPG Session #43

We join our heroes atop the anders mountain range

They had just overcome a terrible battle and rescued Huwei, their target.

Now, they face the question of returning.

Gator (GM): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1NOoWeiObnG0Yl3DplGXF_MpCckpw3L1U
Also, fireheart is here too.

Martaues looks around for the pyromaniac rat, concerned to not see him inside. After spotting Match still motionless outside, Martaues leaves the cabin, steps over the bear corpses, and goes to him. "Shit, hey hey hey, you doin' OK? C'mon man, get up."

Martaues: ( What's his MP at again, like a negative negative 20 out of positive 40? )

Match: -40+

Match Still lays face down in the cold snow, mumbling more depressing stuff.

Martaues: "C'mon man, get inside the cabin. It's all over. They're all dead."

Match: "Why couldn't I be dead with them..."

Martaues spots the human POI watching from the stairs. "Hey. Does your brother or some other guy you know got a flight out of here? It's either call for a pickup or go down the cliffs and through the snow back to civilization."

Martaues: ( Or was it a cousin, I can't remember. )

Huwei: "I do not know. What happened to that helicopter?"

Gator (GM): (Cousin.)

Martaues: "Hey hey hey hey hey, man. Aint no reason to be talkin' like that. What about those snow globes and stuff, yeah? That stuff at the stores and all?"

Match: "It crashed and burned, just like my life."

Martaues: "Taken down; the screamin' bitch fuck- ... The ghost-thing prob'ly got it taken down when it was screamin'."

Match: "But hey I was set for failure since birth anyway, but it still hurts."

Martaues: ( Doubt I can make some sort of therapy roll if I don't have the skill, can I? )

Gator (GM): "Do you guys carry cell-phones?" He asks.

M'aiq the liar: ( maybe "slap" him out of it)

Gator (GM): (Pretty much. Shouting "perk up, buttercup" doesn't assauge psychological scarring.)

Match: "The Suicide Hotline gave up on me so I threw mine away a long time ago."

Gator (GM): Sure, perform a rally action.

Martaues: "Yeah." Martaues mumbles, fishing out his phone. "Here." he says, tossing the phone to Huwei.

M'aiq the liar: (well obviously they suceeded)

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(100)+25= 125
( OK then )

Gator (GM): "Perk up, buttercup" indeed.
Match, you get a grip!

Match: (so did martaues slap me for the moral boost?)

Gator (GM): yes he did.
You may now move about the cabin.

Martaues: "Set for failure my ass. Listen to me, ya shit:" Martaues grumbles, gripping onto Match's shoulders with both hands. "You're here, you're now, I 'preciate you bein' here, and you're an alright guy. Mopin' 'bout what yer parents rambled on 'bout aint doin' you good any. Ya keep focusin' on that shit, then ya do fail. Fuckin' keep looking at what you're doin' now, not what you have done."
( Again, no idea if this actually helps or not. )

Match rises from the snow without a peep.

Gator (GM): ( Slap him with your robot hands, that will fix him! )

Martaues: ( I shook him up a bit like an angry hispanic woman in a soap opera; the slap's reserved for other scenarios. )

Match enters the cabin and drags out the spikey bear.

Martaues: "'Member what I said! I fuckin' appreciate you! You be thinkin' no one else does, then know I do!" Martaues shouts.

Martaues grumbles and rubs his eyes with his non-augmented hand. "Anyway... You got a contact with a flight?" Martaues continues, returning his attention to Huwei.

Match: (Gator place the bear near the other bears.)

Match Points Burney at the pile of bears and lights them one fire.

Martaues: ( Huwei's got the phone. He calling up his bois to come by? )

Match: rolling 5d10 + 50
(6+4+7+2+4)+50= 73

Gator (GM): Huwei taps on his phone for awhile, "I've got no bars up here." He says with a frown.

M'aiq the liar: "HOWDY FELLAS!"
( XD i had too)

Match Looks at the cat as he burns the pile of bodies.

Gator (GM): Are you using your flamer?

Martaues: "Of course this place aint got no rece-" Martaues mutters, stopping short as the cat introduces himself.

Match: (Yeah.)

Gator (GM): It was damaged in the fight.

M'aiq the liar: "What kind of predicament have you guys gotten into?"
 "Seems like no matter who started it, that you finished it."

Gator (GM): Marta scavenges off the banshee. She appears to have been a pale woman, no armor or weapons. He has several strange growths on her neck and three insect like wings portruding out her back.
Also a rail gun wound right through her chest.

M'aiq the liar: "Nasty."

Martaues: "... You deal with this, I need to take a breather." Martaues grunts, wandering off towards the crater near the trees.

Match Just simply looks at the cat.

FireHeart Extends a hand towards match

FireHeart: ( srry don't know why my named changed)
"Names FireHeart."

Match Ignors the handshake and starts to prod the burning bodies with a stick.

FireHeart: "Well alright then."

Match: (I got 1 point in vechicles, we could just snowmobile down.)

Gator (GM): At this point Huwei rubs his hands. "I am not dressed for this weather. Do you guys have spare clothes?"

FireHeart: (what is Huwei's species?)

Match shuffles Huwel towards the body camp fire for warmth.

Gator (GM): (Genetic human.)

FireHeart: "Warming to a fire of burning bodies?"
( Oh what an honor)

Gator (GM): Huwei fights away from your grip. He does not want to be part of the macabre display.
Oi, alot of whipsers.

Match starts to repair Burney.

Match: rolling d100 + 65
(2)+65= 67

FireHeart: ( im lagging don't know if you can see this or not

Gator (GM): You repair it 10 points.
65 to go.
(No, we did not see that.)

M'aiq the liar: ( im back)

Martaues reconnects with the group. "Right, right... OK, so no phone contact... Only way out is down... And we're guaranteed to have more police come here once they realize their helicopter has disappeared... Either we can try our luck and hang out here for a bit, rest up in a hole-filled cabin, then try going down the cliffs or we wait for the police to come here and... see the burn pile of bodies..."

M'aiq the liar: ( is that a ship?)

Gator (GM): ( The burney)

M'aiq the liar: (ah)

Match: (that i picked up)

Match sits on the snowmobile.

M'aiq the liar: "I might be of service to get around, don't know the land, but know how to navigate."

Gator (GM): Huwei adds to the conversation, "I would like to get as far from this place as possible."

Martaues looks over at Match on the snowmobiles. "Those would be useful on the ground, but I doubt they'd make it down the cliffs."

FireHeart: (it keeps going back to M'aiq)

Match: (are the keys still in the snowmobile)

Martaues sighs and rubs his eyes again. "Right... right... OK. Let me check inside the cabin for supplies, then we can... try to leave. I'll contact your cousin once I get reception."

Gator (GM): ( Yes, keys still in there.)

Martaues: ( rolling for scavenge )
rolling 1d100+25
(72)+25= 97

Gator (GM): You find about 3 days food. It appears they were in need of restocking when you came.

FireHeart: "If the snow mobiles need to get down a cliff we could try lowering them."

Gator (GM): The lack of gear lying around seems to hint that they were trying to keep the hostage from escaping, or having the means to escape.

Martaues: ( And whatever usable stuff is now on their burning corpses. Lovely. )

Match: (would snowmobiles count as motorbikes?)

Gator (GM): (Sure. Snowmobiles aren't hard to figure out.)

Martaues: "This is everythin' inside..." Martaues bluntly says. Looking over at Match, Martaues calls out, "If you can get 'em workin', you're free to try and see if they're able to go down the cliffs just fine."

Match Revs up the snowmobile and pats his hand on the back of the snowmobile.

Gator (GM): So, that is the decision? Exit the mountaint?

Match: (Well I'm taking the drive off option, I got high Agl and 1 point in motorbikes.)

FireHeart: ( is it safe to let an unstable rat drive??)

Gator (GM): (Technically he is the most skilled driver here.)

Martaues: ( Ah right, Huwei. I'm guessing the banshee didn't have any cold protective gear on her? )

Gator (GM): (Irony works like that.)

Martaues: ( Sure there's a hole and blood on it, but it's still usable. )

Gator (GM): (She did not. You imagine he had some immunity.)

FireHeart: ( is there an imparement?)

Gator (GM): (She was literally wearing a sheet. Clearly crazy.)

Martaues: ( Fuck it. I'll just give him mine. Only got one arm to worry about frostbite. Better than than him griping the whole way. )

Match strips off his snow jacket and gives it to Huwel, thinking that his shirt and fur will do.

Martaues: ( Clearly we're all stripping here. )

Gator (GM): Huwei is bundled!

Martaues: ( So how many people can get on one, two is the max I suppose? )

Gator (GM): Well, you could exceed that but I would say that's some rolls.

Match: (We tied a kids sled to the back for martaues..)

Martaues: ( I can trust Match with Huwei on his bike, me and Fire can get on the other and try to follow Match's lead since he actually knows how to drive. )

FireHeart searches for snow skiis

Gator (GM): Will you proceed back the way you came?

FireHeart: ( I'll ski if there are figure tumbling and high agility ski worth something?)

Match: (No, were taking the safe route.)

FireHeart: oh yah there are only 4 of u my b)

Gator (GM): (Sure)

Match: (Cause I bet I'll fail the jump.)

FireHeart: (ill ride with the fox )

Gator (GM): So blue route?

Match: Yep.
rolling d100 + 55
(33)+55= 88

Martaues: ( What's the stat bonus here? )

Match: Agl

Edward H.: Sorry I'm late.

Martaues: ( 35 for me then. And heeey Ed. )

Edward H.: I forgot. :P

Gator (GM): The route is uneventful.
No prob.

Martaues: ( We got the human, took 3 days of food, and trying our best to go down the cliffs in snowmobiles )
rolling 1d100+35
(90)+35= 125

Match: (Of course you do better than me.)

Edward H.: Is my arm still ina splint?

Gator (GM): Yep.

Martaues: ( It's like How to Train Your Dragon, my robot limbs merge easily with the controls )

Gator (GM): While you head down the mountain you come accross the crash site of the police.

FireHeart: " ARe there survivors we need to help."

Gator (GM): As you can see, the vehicle has caught on fire.

Martaues: "... Well. Might've been good men. Prolly all dead now."

Fred Actaeon: (So do I need help?)

Match Stares at the fire

Martaues: ( Your arm's all good bruv )

Gator (GM): (Yep.)

FireHeart: "A shame."

Martaues: ( At least not bleeding out )
( But, still needs actually medical assistance. )

Gator (GM): Do you search for survivors or move on?

Martaues: "... Actually, somethin' bothering me."

Fred Actaeon: Check for survivors

Martaues turns to look at Huwei. "Why'd the cops show up here in a copter, anyway?"

Martaues: "What tipped them off?"

Gator (GM): You must first scale, the cliff!
"They weren't with you?" Asks Huwei.
Roll your agility and acro

FireHeart: " How agile are you deer? Or would you like me too go first?"

Gator (GM): But you recieve a -30 penalty for being crippled.

FireHeart: "Let me go down, and if you want I'll help you scale down when I know its safe."

Martaues: "We're hired by your cousin."

Fred Actaeon looks at Fireheart. "How did you get here?"

Gator (GM): "My cousin is 5 years old."
says the man.

Martaues: "Your other cousin, then. Some human fellow wanted you out."
( What was his name? )

Gator (GM): (He never said.)
"My uncle?"

FireHeart: "Came up the mountain to stay in a Cabin. Alot of dead people."

Martaues: "Guy's name was... Was... Goddammit, 'course he didn't say."
"I don't know. He just said you were a cousin."

FireHeart: "Now trying to get back down quicker the way I came up."

Gator (GM): "Well, my name is not really Huwei. It's complicated."
Anyway!

Martaues: ( Did the contractor give any info to us? )

Gator (GM): Scaling this cliff,
Roll 90 or higher!

FireHeart: rolling 1d100 + 55
(26)+55= 81

Fred Actaeon: (What about me with my broken arm?)

Gator (GM): (Get Huwei back to the McCarthy at the docks.

FireHeart: I added tumbling

Gator (GM): (Also, 30k for the gig.)

FireHeart: ( or is it 61 without tumbling)

Gator (GM): Sure.
Still a fail!

Martaues: ( Thank you. Sorry for forgetting. )
"OK, OK..." Martaues mumbles, idly watching the two try to scale the cliff. "Do you know a McCarthy?"

FireHeart scavenges for survivors and anything usefull

Gator (GM): rolling 4d10 damage from falling, fireheart!
(6+10+7+6)= 29

FireHeart: rolling 1d100 + 40
(48)+40= 88

Gator (GM): You find a first aid kit, some flares, alot of fire and...
The pilot.

FireHeart: rolling 2d10 + 35
(5+7)+35= 47
(role against fall damage)

Gator (GM): Ever see that skip about slow motion on that chappel show?
That happens.

Match: (Does the map have any sorta location on to take injured people or anything like that?)

Gator (GM): (The nearest point of medical care is in the village.
(Kind of started off as a ranger station.
Speaking of, situation!
The snow mobiles will get you to town faster, but you estimate you'll lose some time getting them around the cliffs to the crash.
What do you do?

FireHeart: ( consious or nah?)

Match: (Ditch the guy in the ditch.)

Gator (GM): The pilot is unconscious and injured.

Martaues: ( We got food, so I think going around will be fine. )

Gator (GM): yep.
Brrrrrzzzzt.
You drive around.

FireHeart: Can we make a sled and strap him to it behind the sled?
or to dangerous?

Gator (GM): You can make a sled sure.
Got any craft skills?
if not, straight 1d100+mind.

FireHeart: rolling 1d100 + 30
(62)+30= 92

Gator (GM): That's... Pretty good!
You fashion a sled out of sticks and wreckage!

FireHeart: " Whos Snow mobile we attaching it to?"

Gator (GM): You are all set to proceed back to the village!
(Both, ben hurr style.)

FireHeart: (and now that there are 5 of us besides the pilot, how does ths work skill check?
(great movie... the newest one anyways)

Gator (GM): Eh, let's say you are competent enough to attach a sled without a roll.
Proceed with village?

Martaues: ( Might as well. )

Gator (GM): You proceed to the village!

Frostbite affects Marta and Match!
rolling 2d10 damage.
(3+4)= 7
You arrive at the village and spot several heavily armed law enforcement officials.

Martaues: ( Find another path around? )

Gator (GM): Engage your sneak rolls!

Martaues: ( Something tells me letting them get their hands on Huwei is a bad idea. )
rolling 1d100+35+10
(4)+35+10= 49
( My joints rusted up and started squeaking. )

Gator (GM): On of the pokeys spots you arrive in your loud buzzing snowmobiles.
Immediately huwei dives and hides in the snow.
rolling 1d100+20
(73)+20= 93
Halt!
Says the officer

FireHeart Gains attention of the man

Martaues takes a deep breath. "Yes, hello."

FireHeart "this man is injured and requires medical attention." I gesture to the man on the sled.

Gator (GM): "We are conducting searches, I'm going to need to see ID."
The man is distracted by the injured pilot.
He calls more of his cohorts over to move him.

FireHeart leans to the fox, "nows your chance."

Gator (GM): ( Well, if you have an idea to bust a move, now is indeed the time. )
Just Then!
brb

FireHeart: (lol cliff hanger )

Martaues: ( I have to dig the humie out of the snow so I can deliver him first )

FireHeart: ( right he hid)

Martaues: ( It's no doubt he's being hunted by these guys, so we can't just sneak off right this moment with the risk of them being right here. )

FireHeart: ( ohh I'm not to sure how conbaluted the story is)

Gator (GM): (I think it's pretty straight forward!)

Martaues: ( We need to drive them off first before we can sneak him out. )

FireHeart: ( I just figured you were running from them especially since Huwei hid)

Gator (GM): Andyway!
One of the trooper perks up and spots huwei hiding in the snow!
Split decision!

Martaues: ( Fuck )

Gator (GM): You have just 1 moment to react!

Fred Actaeon: (wait, what's happening?)

Gator (GM): What do you do?!
One of the cops spotted huwei in the snow.

Martaues: ( Shit, there's no good way around this. )

Match: (Go to the shop to replace the destroyed knick knacks.)

Martaues: ( I vote I taze him and we fucking run for the docks. )

Gator (GM): Match just wanders off!

FireHeart: ( can i atleast try to get his attention

Gator (GM): Sure.

Match: (that was a joke.)

Martaues: ( Either that or we pretend we're actually with the cops or something )

Match: (with no ID.)

Martaues: ( I got a cop uniform )

Gator (GM): This is no time for jokes! Also I have GM'd a long time, people do stuff like that.

Martaues: ( Stole it from that train job )

FireHeart goes to show that one imparticular my I.D

Gator (GM): Roll persuade to distract!

Match: (Fuck it lets just tell the truth.)

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+
(73)= 73
ugh

Martaues: ( Yeah, we're surrounded and one guy's arm is fucked beyond belief. )

FireHeart: ( what happens?)

Gator (GM): Sure, I forgot to add bonuses. Let's say you win.
The officier lost track of huwei!

FireHeart " My Name is FireHeart and I am from Pao."

Martaues: ( Shit, Match you got any other scarves or remains of one? )

Match: (Just a ear wax ridden scarf remains)

Martaues quietly drops a balaclava down into the snow pile.

Martaues: ( The ski mask will have to do )

Gator (GM): I... Okay sure.

Martaues: "Put it on and let's fuckin' go. If any of you got goggles or God knows what else, please give it to him now." Martaues hisses in a harsh whisper.

FireHeart: (lol)

Gator (GM): When the cop checks back, he sees the candy treat strewn in the snow and asssumes that he made a mistake.
His attention then turns to fred--

Fred Actaeon: (hi)

Gator (GM): (Wait, he is to wear the blaclava?

Match takes off his gask mask, showing his burn ridden face off and hands it to Martaues.

Gator (GM): Ah, ski mask, okay.

Martaues: "Oh thank God, this is better." Martaues mutters, dropping it down for Huwei to wear.

Gator (GM): (Hit)

Martaues: ( He dressed up now? )

Gator (GM): Yes.

Fred Actaeon: "excuse me, Officer?"

Gator (GM): But! I require a sneak roll from you to smuggle him past this guard.
The officer looks at Fred.

Martaues: ( Hoo boy. Lesse that 1 because my good luck ran away after comforting the rat )
rolling 1d100+35+10
(97)+35+10= 142
( Yey )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(43)+30= 73
Welp. You snuck him past.

Fred Actaeon: "I need you to take me to the hospital. My arm is damaged as you can see."

Martaues: "Go, go, go, go dammit." Martaues grumbles, leaving the group behind as he delivers Huwei to the destination.

Gator (GM): "What happened to your arm?" Asks the officier.

Martaues: ( Wild bear attack )

Fred Actaeon: "It had an isident with quills"

Gator (GM): ( Well, it's not a lie)

Match: "Yeah, snowboarding gone wrong and landed on a porcupine."

Gator (GM): "That's horrible. Proceed to the clinic."
The man says.

Fred Actaeon: "You know where it is?"

Gator (GM): He points
You see the others bringing the pilot into a building.

Fred Actaeon proceedes to go in that direction. He'll meet up with them later.

FireHeart: "I'll go with you."

FireHeart follows the deer

Match Heads to the souvenir shop to replace his ruined stuff, and also getting earmuffs.

Martaues continues onward towards the dock with Huwei.

-$70!

Fred Actaeon enters Emergency area.

FireHeart waits in a lobby thinking about how lucky that all was

Match: (any leasure stuff to relieve stress?)

Gator (GM): Marta and Huwei proceed o the dock!

Match: (I'll gp with the.)

Gator (GM): There are tons of things like that in the shop. You find a rubix cube to be the most calming.
Buy cube?

Match: (Yeah.)

FireHeart: (those are rage inducing!)

Gator (GM): You get the puzzle cube.

Fred Actaeon: "Excuse me but I need someone to look at my arm. I had a terrible accident. A friend patched it up but I need professional care."

Gator (GM): It works like this. Once a day you roll 1d100 + mind.
Beat 60 and you gain 1d10 MH, provided you are in the negative. Sound good?

Match: Yeah

Gator (GM): Keep in mind this is a fiddle thing. An object that you can divert all your attention to to calm the mind.
like solitaire.
Okay!

Match does his best to figure out the CUBE.

Match: rolling d100 + 15
(7)+15= 22

Gator (GM): You still work on it. On the upsdie it keeps you from wigging out.

FireHeart: (lol)

Gator (GM): You go to the docks.

Fred Actaeon: (Wait, AM I at the dock now?)

Gator (GM): Fred is still behind at the clinic.
(I clicked all the characters.

Martaues: "Lord almighty, this was not worth any of this..." Martaues mumbles. "OK, here's your stop."

Gator (GM): There yo usee the uncle on the prow of the ship.
Tired and cold, Huwei puffs up to perfect posture and bows. 'Thank you so much." he says.
He walks ot the deck and stops.

Martaues: "Hey, need the mask back."

Gator (GM): Two fancy dressed women are at theend of dock and bearing down on him!

Match Takes the Gasmask back and puts it on as fast as he can.

Gator (GM): Roll intiative!
Be warned, this is a critical time!

FireHeart: mind right not agl?

Martaues: ( wait what )

FireHeart: rolling 1d100 + 30
(51)+30= 81

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(27)+25= 52
( Sorry, add +30

Match: rolling 1d100 + 35
(20)+35= 55

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(25)+30= 55
Ah, we have a tie!
What's your agility for Match?

Match: 9

Gator (GM): You win.
The twins are charging at huwei!
By the power of IDPE you act first!

FireHeart: both the twis have 55?

Gator (GM): Martaues!
Yes.

FireHeart: kk\

Gator (GM): Volutarily.
Because twins and the GM is lazy.

FireHeart: lol

Martaues: ( They look like they're with the uncle or something. )

FireHeart: (maybe next time the assailants could get a bonus since it is a surprise)
(Seems so)

Martaues readies his rifle and screams "Get any closer and I'll blow your damn heads off!"

Martaues: ( Rolling intimidation. )
rolling 1d100+25
(44)+25= 69

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(38)+30= 68
(For the love of...

Martaues: ( Calculated )

FireHeart: (to close)

Gator (GM): Alright, they are disparaged. The lose 1 action.

FireHeart: (they have a serious twin telepathy connection )

Gator (GM): ( I might have to quit alittle early today. I gotta take care of sick family.)

Martaues: ( Sorry to hear that. )

FireHeart: (alright)

Gator (GM): ( Eh, just the cold. )
Okay, 2 actions marty!

Martaues: ( But yeah, I really want to shoot one of them right now but I don't want to have this turn around on me and go "you asshole, those were my aunts" or some shit. )
( Are they human? )

Gator (GM): ... Eh, let's have fun.
They snakes.
Snake geishas.
All lord Heibe up in here.

FireHeart: (not-related then)

Martaues: ( Kinky. )

Gator (GM): So end turn or what?

Martaues: ( Oh wait a goddamn minute, they probably don't even speak English. )

FireHeart: (and im sure if they were aunts or something Huwei would have said something when you threatened them)

Gator (GM): They get the gist of shouting.

FireHeart: (lol)

Martaues: ( Fuck it. I'm just shooting. )
rolling 1d100
(65)= 65
( Aiming at the green one. )

Gator (GM): hit!

Martaues: rolling 8d10+80
(6+1+3+6+1+10+1+5)+80= 113

Martaues fires a flechette at the green-dressed snake!

Gator (GM): You perform a terrible hit to her chest.
The lack of blood suggests they had body armor.

Martaues: ( I'm guessing their faces don't have armor )

Gator (GM): ...no.
They don't

Martaues: ( Spraying half the magazine at the yellow dress, bonus to aim. )
( Target is her head. )
rolling 1d100+50
(4)+50= 54
( Don't think that hit. )

Gator (GM): Nope.

Martaues: ( Down 4 bullets. Out of actions. )
( *Down to 4 bullets in the magazine )

Gator (GM): Fireheart!

FireHeart smoothly throws a throwing knife at the Yellow Chinese woman

FireHeart: (not racist)

Gator (GM): (Totally not racist)

FireHeart: rolling 1d100 + 45
(63)+45= 108

Gator (GM): roll to hi.
that's a hit.
Hey, welcome back.

FireHeart: rolling 1d10 +
(4)= 4
(nice and simple)

Gator (GM): plus strength

FireHeart: i knew it!
19 then
str is 3

Gator (GM): Match!

FireHeart: Whos said i was done]

Gator (GM): Oh yeah.

FireHeart: i just wanted to use one more to quickly get to Huwei's side

Gator (GM): That's smart.

FireHeart: 1 action left

Gator (GM): Will you hold that action?

FireHeart: yes

Gator (GM): Right right.
I'm going to head out in afew minutes here.
Match!

FireHeart: (kk)

Gator (GM): Two targets are charging your package!

Match moves to the other side of huwei and fires at the yellow dress woman.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 30
(48)+30= 78
rolling 5d10 + 50
(4+2+7+2+8)+50= 73
rolling 1d100 + 30
(1)+30= 31

Gator (GM): Welp.

Match: (of fucking course.)

Gator (GM): The flammer explodes from a crack in the tank.
You are englufed in flams.
You take,
rolling 5d10+50 damage
(9+4+2+6+10)+50= 81
Okay, okay. Family is upset.

FireHeart: cya later?

Gator (GM): Is it okay if we wrap up here and finish the fight next week?

FireHeart: fine by me

Gator (GM): Thanks guys.

Fred Actaeon wonders "I wonder how everyone else is doing" while at the clinie. :P

Gator (GM): I hope this session was a good one, I think I was plodding abit.

FireHeart: lul

Gator (GM): Fred then hears and explosion.