Endtown RPG Session #48

GM (GM): Hey everybody!

Suule: Hey

Martin Baron: Hey GM.

Clayton R.: Was that mutant holding our lizard man killed last time?

Earrtet Acroud : yes

Suule: Yeah

Clayton R.: aight

C. Jeffrey: GM
Where's Juan

Suule: And I patched Earret's guts up

GM (GM): Yes, is just when tiles are close to the left side the it clips off frame.
There is juan

C. Jeffrey: Was he hiding in the corner?

GM (GM): Yes. Expertly.

C. Jeffrey: Damn, he's good

GM (GM): For shame for you forgetting about him!
Terrible
Terrible

Martin Baron: We didn't forget, he's just too damn good at camouflage.

C. Jeffrey: Unlike Martin
We better find a trash can for him

Earrtet Acroud : Who are we talkin about again

Martin Baron: Juan Jose Joseph Jonathan Jojo
Anyway, the 3 hour trip was moved to tomorrow.

GM (GM): Plans change real quick, huh?

Earrtet Acroud : I Wish i had a socal life so i had 3 hour trips

Martin Baron: We found out that the store to get the books would be open tomorrow.
And have already been payed for.
So really the hurry to get out was meaningless.
Aside from that hogwash, we got more important things to talk about: like Juan
We haven't equipped him, no wonder he's running around senselessly
We should strip the bird down for gear and give it to him

Martin Baron: His armor, weapons, etc.

Earrtet Acroud : I need the armor
i think my leather broke from the attack

GM (GM): Okay, everyone ready to start?

Martin Baron: Sounds good.

Earrtet Acroud : Yeah

Martin Baron: His armor should be in pristine condition too, so you're in luck.

Jonathan Sommer: Oh shit, Russian elephant

Omega Crab: Hello! I wasn't able to participate the last time, sorry.

GM (GM): de nada

Doc updates!

Martin Baron: It's cool. You want a rundown of what happened?

Lex P.: whoops sorry MIA, did i miss anything?

Martin Baron: I'll whisper it to both of you if wanted.

Omega Crab: Sure thing, a recap would help.

GM (GM): Summary!

Martin Baron: I'll start with crab first then go for you Lex.
Go ahead with the updates GM

Suule: Lex if you have your old char sheet...
You could join in

GM (GM): ...okay!

Jonathan Sommer: We're dead and this is purgatory

Lex P.: let me find it

fall and crash damage reduced in the spirit of fun

Blaster damage has been changed up a bit and the settings.

wide takes a fortitude of 50, stun remains the same, damage shot remains the same, drill does the same as damage shot and you have to roll 80 in combat. Yeah yeah, it's silly.

and some tip boxes here and there.

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

Valerie P. Awsum: Oh Lex
Some things changed
The skills work differently

Lex P.: ....oh
how so?
as in entirely reworked?

Valerie P. Awsum: Yep

GM (GM): Wait, I think I remember now!
Yeah, you've been gone awhile.
Such is life as a tester.

Valerie P. Awsum: Quick recap: The old levels stay and add +10 to the throw, in addition to that you roll +5*STAT that is assigned to a skill.

Martin Baron: He's the giant bat, right? What was the last session he was in?

Valerie P. Awsum: VS Difficulty that is given by DM
Yes

Lex P.: yeeaa months.

Martin Baron: If you can tell me what we last did with him, I can help him catch up.

Lex P.: i was never in last, i was spectating

Earrtet Acroud : We are in Birddemic 3- snackbar of the post apaco furrys

Martin Baron: Aw yeah, we never actually met you.

GM (GM): So... We are on the 1d100 now.
Okay long story short:
Some angry birds want to attack endtown with a missile.
a zero missile of course.
Our heroes tracked them through a subway.

Clayton R.: big snek

GM (GM): There they encounted a tribe of reptilians bent on protecting the base. Turns out they suck at it.

Lex P.: kk

GM (GM): Pursuing them into the base you''ve discovered a more or less functioning military installation. Besides the birds activating their plan there are monsters.
The party has cleared the barracks sections and now has access to their items.

Valerie P. Awsum: Also...

Martin Baron: The wrath of Juan will now commence

Valerie P. Awsum: ...I'm a topsider

Lex P.: oh shi...

Martin Baron: Feel free to give her shit for it. We all do.

Earrtet Acroud : Well she saved my life so...

Jonathan Sommer: On another episode of Everyone Hates Vale

Lex P.: Ha!

GM (GM): Ah yea, on the new faces section we have a dog tracker, theif coon, two roughnecks in an elephant and gator, ever clayton, and a topsider turned possom.

Earrtet Acroud : I mean she could have botched it on purpose with the shit i gaved her

GM (GM): It has been 4 sessions since the last player on player act of violence.

Clayton R. stretches momentarily now that the fight is over. He rewinds up his blaster and paces to the middle of the room. "Alright... Another blast should get us through this red door. You all ready?"

Martin Baron: ( We haven't started yet fam, also )

Valerie P. Awsum: (Hold yet horses)

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

Omega Crab: Sergei isn't really a roughneck, though. He's just your regular cultured fellow. His grasp on english language is jsut terrible, though, and somehow he's very good at punching people.

Clayton R.: (( My bad. ))

GM (GM): Ah, right.

Martin Baron tries to read the words above the door the mutants spewed out from. He mumbles out "We shhhould check the... arshenel firsht."

Earrtet Acroud : ( how is a dancing croc a roughneck?)

Martin Baron: ( Just letting that thought out. )

GM (GM): (Okay, GM has a crap memory.)
Ready eloquaint and dancing roughnecks?

Martin Baron: Yesh

Jonathan Sommer: Yup

Valerie P. Awsum: Yes

Clayton R.: yes
We begin!

Martin Baron: ( Oh yes, and I was drunk since I left endtown. )

Earrtet Acroud : yes

We join our heroes again in the base reception area. The room is damaged and littered with the signs of battle.

Also Juan, Sergei, and an old friend our here!

Valerie P. Awsum looks at John "Some alcohol please. I need to clean these..."

Omega Crab: (Ready!)

Martin Baron decides to check out Earrtet, in case the Topsider did anything to him. "Are you alright, man?"

Jonathan Sommer takes another sip before lazily handing the bottle to Vale.

GM (GM): One door has been welded shut, labeled 'situation room, the other door is knocked off the hinges by the now neutralized monsters.

Jonathan Sommer: "You, me... Gotta talk, yeah?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Well, I'm not dead if thats what ya asking, and uh thanks again Awsum."

Omega Crab Sergei pokes the welded door with his finger, thinking. He doesn't say anything, but his thought processes are probably obvious.

Martin Baron is cautious, but mumbles out an OK before shambling to the tied vulture. He completely forgot to check him for any items to take.

Valerie P. Awsum cleans her surgical tools before packing then and facing Jon "Yes what is it?"

Martin Baron: ( Should I roll to check him for stuff? )

GM (GM): Nah,

Clayton R. stares at he half-melted red door. "We may want to pursue these birds soon. They were obviously trying to slow us down, and if we waste time, they might have time to set some more traps."

Jonathan Sommer squats down by Vale and looks at a random place in the room. "Who are you, possum lady?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Well get to the blastin."

GM (GM): Fleecing the Vulture reveals a key card! It's labeled "Clampet: Gamma"

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Jon "What does that supposed to mean?"

Martin Baron: ( Any gear I can strip off of him? Like a jacket or something to give Earrtet for protection? )

Jonathan Sommer: "Your person, your nature or whatever. What's your endgame?"

GM (GM): ( https://youtu.be/r5kmCgVhADY )

Martin Baron: "Guysh... I found a... card. Saysh Clammit: Gammer."

GM (GM): ( On him you find: a Leather jacket 96 hp. Three jars he has fashioned into molotovs.

Valerie P. Awsum narrows her eyes "...Are you thinking that I'll betray you?"

Martin Baron: ( Fuckin' A man. Time to riot with these. )

Clayton R. cocks his head toward Earrtet. "I really want to." He turns to the rest of the group, "I'm about to blast this door, wrap up what you're doing in case we have to face another wave of mutants."

Martin Baron takes the makeshift molotovs, sniffing it to try to see if it's alcohol or not. He manages to take the jacket off of the tied vulture and tosses it to Earrtet, saying "Here you go, keepsh you shafe."

Jonathan Sommer: "How can you betray when you have no loyalties, lady? If you're gonna kill me one day, I'll like to know what I'm in your way of."

Jonathan Sommer: "How can you betray when you have no loyalties, lady? If you're gonna kill me one day, I'll like to know what I'm in your way of."

Martin Baron: ( Don't want to check the armory for any gear, Clayton? )

Earrtet Acroud : "Thanks, Now I'm a better chew toy for them." as he puts on the jacket.

Clayton R.: (( We can, but I think that may just give the birds more time to set up. ))

Valerie P. Awsum cringes "That would imply I would ever want to kill you... look it doesn't matter. The old life is gone. If my old friends see me, I just pray they will grant me a quick death instead vivisecting me."

Clayton R.: (( We can try and quickly grab what we can I guess, where was it? ))

Martin Baron: ( The room the big mutant came from. )

Jonathan Sommer turns his eyes to Vale.

Martin Baron: ( I doubt the birds took anything from it with the mutant in there. )
( So we should find some good stuff there if we're lucky. )

Omega Crab Sergei taps the welded door a little harder, having a real urge to try and kick it, despite it seemingly being a terrible idea.

Jonathan Sommer: "You gotta have some purpose. ... Maybe you're the same as me."

Martin Baron laughs at Earrtet's response. "You gotta chew themsh back then!"

Omega Crab: (Afk for now, actually!)

Valerie P. Awsum shrugs "...look. It's really not important right now. It was important but it's not anymore."

GM (GM): Sergei, the steely build of the door makes you think it's probably very thick. Certainly the kind of thing that takes alot of hits.

Clayton R. finds his curiosity getting the better of him now. He points to the elephant, and then Martin, "Listen, if we want to grab anything from the armory, we need to do it now. We don't have a lot of time, so let's hurry."

Jonathan Sommer smirks as he stands up to walk around the room. "What ever you say, Hornet Head."

Martin Baron: ( Hm, they might expect us to go through that door too. Think some of us could ambush them through the vents? )
( Just throwing out some tactics for thinking about. )
( Could always just blitzkrieg them from the wielded door. )

Clayton R.: They might expect us to to go into the room the big mutant was living in? ))

Martin Baron: ( Nah nah, I mean blow off the door they welded shut. )

GM (GM): At this points Juan muses, "You know, these mutants get around pretty easy, huh? How are they doing that?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Vents.))

Valerie P. Awsum walks up to Clay "Just get something for me to defend myself with. Prefferably Energy weapon. My wrist hurt from that beast"

Martin Baron: ( Sorry, meant to say the melted shut door. )
( They might be preparing to attack us from there, set up barricades to prepare themselves for us going through it. )

Jonathan Sommer hears Juan and looks up at the overly large vent ways that the worm monsters came from.

GM (GM): The vents appear to be large enough to fit a normal person (Medium sized)

Clayton R. holds his fist in the air, I'm headed to the armory, anyone coming needs to come now, the others need to stand guard here" He says, turning to walk into the the yellow door.

Martin Baron readies his shotgun, making sure it's loaded. "Who knowsh if they're more in here or not... Be careful guysh..."

Jonathan Sommer smirks as he jabs his thumb at the vents for the rest of the group.

Jonathan Sommer: "Any one want to help me up?"

Earrtet Acroud : "You think we can use Tons o fun stomach over there as a trampoline to get to the vents?"

Valerie P. Awsum walks with Clay

Martin Baron: ( I'll stay here. I got more than enough stuff. )

Martin Baron nods and tries to help Jonathan out. Maybe if he gets on his shoulders, or...

GM (GM): Sommer, you notice ever so subtly, on the tip of your finger is some sort of goo when you put it in the vent.

Clayton R.: (( And then we find out this is D6 ))

Jonathan Sommer furrows his brows and sniffs the goo.

Martin Baron: ( You gonna lick it too? )

Clayton R.: (( And that is an amoeba ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Might as well))

vent vision!

Martin Baron: ( It was human once, shouldn't be that bad. )

Clayton R. heads with his group towards the armory.

Martin Baron: ( Sergei, you want to head with Clayton to get some gear for yourself? )

Earrtet Acroud : "You think that were not animals we don't have souls anymore?"

Clayton R.: (( Sergei afk... ))

GM (GM): Vents lead N,E,and S.

Earrtet Acroud : (do you)

Martin Baron: ( Right, my bad. )
( Nah. )
( I'm helping Jon out with the vents. )

Valerie P. Awsum turns to Earret "We're technically... still human. Hard to explain..."

Jonathan Sommer: "Martin, wanna split up or follow a one way vent?"

Martin Baron: ( Heh, that's not what you topsiders think )

Clayton R. shrugs at the question

Martin Baron: "Shure... Just yell if shomething happensh..."

Clayton R.: (( We moving onto the armory map GM? ))

Martin Baron: ( Which way you want to cover? I'll get the other. )

GM (GM): Yep.

Jonathan Sommer: ((There're three ways))

GM (GM): Who is headed S?

Clayton R.: (( Earrtet, Val, and I ))

Jonathan Sommer reloads his 9mm pistol and starts going east.

Martin Baron: ( I'll take South vents. )

Martin Baron makes a sloppy wave to Jonathan and worms his way in what he hopes is South.

Jonathan Sommer gives a little mock salute back to Martin.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "S... so... what's your story, Mary?"

GM (GM): You come accross the mess hall

Martin Baron: ( Radical. Free money )
( And birds. They ate all of our money. )

Earrtet Acroud : (All right I'm gotta eat someone here or im gonna be pissed.)

GM (GM): The place looks trashed, litter everywhere, by the food counter you see feathers.

Clayton R.: before Clayton responds, he spots the birds behind the counter. "Later Miss Pawsom, we got birds."

Martin Baron moves his way down a vent, coming near a turn. He takes the east path, wondering if it'll lead him to the sealed off room.

Valerie P. Awsum whispers "I need a gun"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Why don't you steal another one?))

Clayton R. holds out his own revolver

Clayton R.: "This or nothing"

Valerie P. Awsum rubs her hand "OKay..."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Nothing to steal ))

GM (GM): Up ahead you see two vents martin!

Martin Baron: ( Two vents? Spots to exit out of? )
( I can try to assist you guys, maybe go to the furthest vent if it is an exit and ambush them from behind. )

Clayton R. sighs, "Don't worry, it shouldn't kick as much. " He moves closer to the birds.

Martin Baron: ( Ah, but I'd be stealing your XP. )

GM (GM): Further inspection reveals that the blue lined door reads "armory" while the east door reads "supplies"

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet moves along with clay "so she doing the shootin and we doing the slappin?"

Martin Baron: ( I'll head here then. )

Clayton R. shakes his head, "I'll be doing some shooting too" He holds up his blaster, setting it to stun. "Get ready."

GM (GM): You thump right passed into the supply room.
Therein you see a furnished kitchen with food crates lying about.
There appear to be three unluckly souls in here.

Clayton R.: GM, can I try a sneak roll closer to the birds?

Martin Baron: ( I'll descend from the vents. )

GM (GM): Sure clay!

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100
(67)= 67

GM (GM): You descend into the kitchen.
rolling 1d100+0
(65)+0= 65
You sneak by the birds, just under their attention.
Which isn't really that much of an accomplishment...

Clayton R.: (( Is it okay if I change my position closer to cover here? ))

Martin Baron: ( Woah, are they dead? )

GM (GM): Sure

Clayton R.: (( Wait what? ))

GM (GM): That is correct.

Martin Baron: ( Ah shit, forgot about the monster mutant and all. )

Clayton R.: (( whaaaaa ))

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, durr. )

GM (GM): Feathers abound cover the scene, it appears those monsters got to them first.

Clayton R.: (( The sneak roll contused me for a sec there... ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Are those bird bones as well?))

GM (GM): (No, those are human!)

Clayton R. stands up to his full height. "Birds are dead, mutants got him first."

Valerie P. Awsum walks up to Clay and inspects their wounds to determine if indeed those were mutants

Clayton R. scavenges their bodies for loot.

Earrtet Acroud : We'll That just cut the killing part.

Martin Baron: ( Wait wait. But why did the GM roll? )

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+30+10
(50)+45+30+10= 135

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+20
(55)+20= 75

Martin Baron: ( Something's watching you. )

GM (GM): It appears the birds were attacked and partially eaten.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'm using Biology BTW ))
(( Not Perception ))

Martin Baron: ( Well, I'm gonna scavenge this room here. )

GM (GM): Likely by a wild animal, the monsters you encountered would fit the claw marks

Earrtet Acroud : "Well that just means they're safe to eat right"?

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(73)= 73

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Earret and cringes "...Eat them?"

GM (GM): You discover alot of empty tins. Maybe some zero rads got in here.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at the wounds "We might've killed their killers already

GM (GM): You do find:

Clayton R. arches an eyebrow

GM (GM): 200ct. box of "Twonkies" and 50 cans of BEANS

Martin Baron: ( Radical. Is there a bag I can stuff them in? )

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acrowd turns his head towards Awsum. "Yes eat them, soon you'll find out about you suddenly playing dead when scared."

GM (GM): You search and find a bag.

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's a lot of beans))

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Earret and steps back a bit "..."

Martin Baron starts collecting the goods he found in the supply room, stuffing them all into the sack, making sure the "Twonkies" are last and on top to avoid smushing.

GM (GM): Points for packing!

Martin Baron: ( Twinkies are a treasure and should be treated as such. )

Earrtet Acroud : (Twonkines https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnYSwFba49A)

Martin Baron: ( I'm glad I'm not the only one who remembers that movie. )

Clayton R. shakes his head. "Come on now, we can get food elsewhere. You don't need to eat corpses."

GM (GM): In your haste you notice that the ovens and sinks apparently still work or so you think.

Martin Baron: ( Oh baller. Any bottles with caps I can find? Should I scavenge roll again for those? )
( Free water mang. )

Earrtet Acroud : "Now before this stuff happen i ate mean like a machine,i need meat before and I REALLY need meat not."

Clayton R.: (( How mush would twonkies even be worth in Endtown? ))

GM (GM): Sure.

Earrtet Acroud : (can i cook bird carcus?)

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay obviously sweating "...I...Is he berserk?"

Omega Crab: (Back now)

GM (GM): Hey man!

Martin Baron finds some bottles and tries to turn on the sink, hoping something other than black sludge will come out.

Clayton R. shakes his head, "No, but he's really looking for an excuse to eat people."

Earrtet Acroud : "Well each to their own, its better than beans."

GM (GM): Ah, I forgot to mention the birds have ruined armor. The do have some weapons but it appears they ran out of ammo.

Valerie P. Awsum looks more distressed "...C... cannibals tend to be very... unpredictable... on the edge of going berserk."

Earrtet Acroud : "And speaking of beans, I sure do miss jellybeans, another reason why i hate normal beans."

GM (GM): Lose mental health?

Earrtet Acroud : I'm up for Insane in the membrane.

Clayton R. steps back a bit. "I'm only gonna say this once, spare yourself some momentary satisfaction. You're doing more damage than good, and I won't support this." He says in the most diplomatic way he can, his fingers drumming over his blaster."

Omega Crab: (So, where's Sergei currently?)

GM (GM): In reception.
Proceed to the messy hall?

Clayton R.: (( I wanna proceed to armory. ))
( (That is meant for sergai though right? ))

GM (GM): Correct.

Earrtet Acroud : ( Can I cook the bird, I wanna be cannable chef boyardee like thishttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grEVqapEUqo)

GM (GM): You attempt to open the door to the kitchen, it's jammed!

Valerie P. Awsum whispers to Clay "Be warned... he might be brain damaged..."

Omega Crab: Yes, I go to the hall that's also a mess.

GM (GM): If martin was looking, he'd tell you it appears taht they jammed a screwdriver in the door to hold it shut. Likely they were holding up in here.
You proceed to mess hall. Three dead birds and kitchen in the back.

Martin Baron freezes as he hears the kitchen door rattle.

Omega Crab Sergei rolls up his trunk. This is disgusting.

Martin Baron holds the shotgun ready, ignoring the sinks for now and edges closer to the door.

Martin Baron: ( I did forget to perception roll. Also to check the fridge. )

GM (GM): Val! The shock wears off and you think alittle clearly. In this state you notice a working weapon under the body, it appears to be a colt revolver...with a bayonet and a grenade launcher attachment?

Earrtet Acroud : "Operation Dumbo Drop, Mind knocking down the door so i can get my cooking equipment?"

Valerie P. Awsum pulls the revolver from under a body... "...The hell... This looks like a kids' gun."

Martin Baron spots the screwdriver sticking out of the door, piecing two and two together. He tries to yank out the screwdriver, weapon still aimed at the door.

Clayton R. shakes his head again. "LISTEN Lizard. We don't have time for you to cook, we have a mission. If you waste our time, you get left behind."

Omega Crab Sergei unamusedly looks at the bird corpses. "No. Sergei think we're not in the cook off. Sergei don't want enable hungrly lizard."

Clayton R. urges Val to come closer as he prepares to enter the Armory.

GM (GM): (Sorry, magun revolver, really tempted to say it weighs to much for you to lift.)

Earrtet Acroud : "Well what do you suppose, that i eat them raw?"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Ah... ))

GM (GM): (Nah, you can lift it. A gun weighing over 20 lbs is crazy.)

Valerie P. Awsum sticks to Clay "For how long have you been eating people? You might have a degenerative neuron disease byt now )

Clayton R.: "I suppose you won't be eating them. We're busy."

Martin Baron: ( Rip screwdriver out of door and spook teammates? )

Clayton R. heads to the door, "Come on sergei, let's get what we can find in the armory."

Earrtet Acroud : "Well i assume that I can eat them cause crocs eat food raw and they dont get food poisen."

GM (GM): ( Earrtet could explain that he is a gator, and thus he is a million year old killing machine. ))
Is he man or gator!

Omega Crab Sergei walks to the door. "Sergei hopes that it's not an another stinky corpse room."

GM (GM): Armory!

Earrtet Acroud : "and they got them glands for eatin raw food."

GM (GM): It is closed, there appears to be a card reader

Valerie P. Awsum shakes her head "It's not... look I'll get to you later on that... we might need to run some tests..." before running with Clay

Earrtet Acroud : (do i need roll for eating bird?)

GM (GM): No, it's a pretty easy target.

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet proceeds to dine on the birds courpse causing fethers flying everywhere

GM (GM): You gain
rolling 3d10 for the day.
(5+7+6)= 18
18 MH

Martin Baron: ( I'm guessing the others who saw lose MP? )

Earrtet Acroud : "Tastes like chicken."

GM (GM): You lose 20MH for barbaric acts

Earrtet Acroud : (fuck)

GM (GM): Ultimately that was a crap meal, you lose -2 MH.
Nah, that would be horrible.

Omega Crab Sergei looks at the card reader unamusedly and simply decides to kick the door open.

GM (GM): disgusting, but it's not the worse to see.
Roll damage.
Must get about 200 to break this thing

Earrtet Acroud : (needed cookin for better stats, thanks sergie.)

GM (GM): ...Actually cooking would tip out the difference for the whole hidieous monster diet thing.

Omega Crab: Wait, I forgot what the damage for kick is.
Let me recheck.

GM (GM): 1d10+10

Omega Crab: Oh, thanks!
rolling 1d10+10+150
(6)+10+150= 166

GM (GM): You thump and heavily dent the door.
One more blow should do it.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay and says with a hushed voice "You know that mutants like him are turning up Scism, right?"

GM (GM): ( I can't believe I don't have hp for metal doors.

Omega Crab Sergei is encouraged to try harder, since he isn't even hurt by kicking a metal door.

Omega Crab: rolling 1d10+10+150
(6)+10+150= 166

Martin Baron: ( Nice. )

Omega Crab Sergei dlivers exactly the same kick as the previous time.

Clayton R. crosses his arms "Good form."

Martin Baron: ( Thanks Heavy Weapons Elephant. )

GM (GM): ( Wait, wouldn't Val not know what Schism syndrome is? Wouldn't topsiders call it the furry mutant wigglies or something? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((GOING SAVAGE))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Let's call it "Rabid" ))

Martin Baron: The crashing and thumping is only making Martin even more worried, still trying to rip out the screwdriver that's keeping the door shut.

Clayton R. steps close to the door, searching some kind of trap.

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(61)+30= 91

GM (GM): Martin! The screwdriver pops out, the door is accessible.

Martin Baron: ( Rolling perception to peek through the door to make sure there aren't monsters outside. )

Martin Baron peeks through the door into the mess hall, letting out a sigh of relief once spotting Clayton and the others. Heart speed going back to normal, or what's normal for rabbit mutants, he waves down the group and says "Hey guysh! Shtuff in here!"


Valerie P. Awsum turns to Martin "What stuff?"

GM (GM): Well, now 'siber' sits offline in a corner next to a box of kevlar patch kits and band aids.

Martin Baron: "Beansh and... Some ripoff Twinkiesh."

Omega Crab Sergei moves over. "Sergei heard "Twinkies"."

GM (GM): Sliber

Valerie P. Awsum rubs her stomach "...I haven't had anything sweet in 3 years..." she burbs and and almost vomits "...3 years of eating LIQUID SHIT."

Clayton R. steps into the room, immediately noticing a very large, decrepit robot.

Martin Baron points to the big sack of cans and boxes of "Twonkies". "Don't eat all of them, they might be worth shomething in Endtown." he says, making his way to the fridge to search that too.

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnPb_pa5lIA

Martin Baron: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abVJLOPBnXU )

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acroud Yells out "I can make it a meal for 2!"

Omega Crab Sergei delicately takes a "Twonkie" and unwraps it. "Sergei think Mistress Snack Cakes are what one needs to fight evildoers." He says to no one in particular.

Valerie P. Awsum grabs one bag, opens it and stuffs her face into it... she's hungry as fuck.

GM (GM): rolling 1d10
(7)= 7
You gain 7 MH for today

Martin Baron ignores Valerie and Sergei, and starts searching the fridge.

Clayton R. inspects the relic of a robot while everyone gorges themselves with snacks.

Martin Baron: ( Want me to roll scavenge? )

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(47)+30= 77

Martin Baron: ( Ah I'll do it anyway. )
rolling 1d100
(64)= 64

GM (GM): Sure.

Omega Crab: Everyone gets 7 MH?

Valerie P. Awsum turns around to look utterly retarded gnawing on a twinkie with her face covered in cream.

GM (GM): You discover that the one of the officers had a card key: "Bakshi: Beta

Omega Crab: (Oh no, are we in the Cool World now)

GM (GM): You also discover he had a 5.45 rifle with scope
Sure!
Everyone eats "Twonkies" the goverment contracted snackfood of hillside.
Designed to meet absolutly no FDA requirements!

Martin Baron: ( Secretly composed of brains, just like everything else. )

GM (GM): ( Well, yeah. )

Clayton R.: (( I find anything on the robot or special about it GM?))

Martin Baron: ( There's a reason why it's called brain food. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((It's feces. Sorry, Vale))

GM (GM): You search. After careful examination you discover a large sword roughly 7 feet long. It looks like it a surfboard made of car parts then hammered to a blade.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( At least it contains sugar! ))

GM (GM): Very hard to notice.
Very.

Martin Baron: ( Give it to the elephant super mutant. )

Omega Crab Sergei takes some special note of the sword. "Sergei admires the artistic motives of this work."

Jonathan Sommer: ((What's with the surfboards, GM?))

GM (GM): Also that he's offline, no visible reason unless dents.

Clayton R. eyes widen once he spots the giant weapon. "That thing was too big to be called a sword. Too big, too thick, too heavy and too rough. It was more like a large hunk of Iron"

GM (GM): ((Huh, that's only been two sessions! I don't want to be a surfer, catching cool waves and ticking off the FBI! Stop saying that!))

Valerie P. Awsum moves over to armour and looks at Clay "What did you find?"

Martin Baron: ( Bank heist while wearing Hillside president masks when? )

Clayton R. finally pries his eyes away from the robot for a moment. "A big robot, maybe gladiatorial... before the war."

Clayton R. climbs the exterior of the 3 meter tall robot in search of some maintenance panel.

GM (GM): You search. Nothing, you're going to have to remove some of this dented crap to access his innards

Clayton R. moves to the back of the machine, looking to pry some weak bits of metal to search for the switch.

GM (GM): Tools?

Clayton R.: (( None to really speak of ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((If only we had someone with tools))

Clayton R.: "This damn things looks like it hasn't been serviced for a good time BEFORE the war." He looks to Val, "You got any tools?"

GM (GM): Map is explored. We shall do this and explore Sommer's quest!

Clayton R.: "Something like this could help us a lot in this complex if we can get it working. "

Valerie P. Awsum headshakes "Surgery tools aren't fit for that." she then starts to look for the brain slot for the robot

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Perception or... ))

Martin Baron: ( Wait, I didn't explore the fridge. )
( I require more stuff to snack on. )

GM (GM): Exploring the fridge.
(( https://youtu.be/PhTgzx-LjJY ))

Martin Baron: ( I'm joking, you can go ahead with Jon's exploring. Sorry. )
( OR NEVER MIND )

GM (GM): The mutant waves it's hands and shouts "Shoooup!"
Sommer!

Martin Baron: ( save us Sommer! )

Jonathan Sommer: ((The Tale of Sir Sommer))

GM (GM): Oof. Alright, five minute stretch break, I'll be right back.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Who wants to bet the cock is the leader?))

Omega Crab: ((They are a bunch of cock worshippers))

Martin Baron: ( There's another room, leader might be in there. )

Omega Crab: ((All hail the mighty rooster))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( This is getting sexual ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((He was called a short cock all his life and he never lived it down))

Earrtet Acroud : (It's gotta be a monarch penguin.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((The penguins are a splinter group))

GM (GM): ( Well I had not considered taht.
Back.

Earrtet Acroud : (and am i the only one who thinks that eating people should cause a mp decreese when you don't eat people)

GM (GM): Sommer, you crawl through the vents to get to a room littered with computer consoles

Earrtet Acroud : 9like going on without eating someone drains it)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Sommer hates this room already))

GM (GM): At the end of the room is a raised segment with large windows over looking it all. There appears to be a rooster in some sort of fancy chair.
You over here them talking.

Falcon1: Any word from Pek?

F2: Nothing. Think there is a problem.

Rhodes: Of course there is you idiots! Go get him!

F3: We already sealed the door.

Rhodes: Dag nabbit. Alright, let's see what they have for security measures in this thing...

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not very smart birds))

GM (GM): Still, you are in the room, there are four guys. You have some fans in your way but they also are giving you some cover.
The birds scurry about their stations.

Jonathan Sommer: ((No entry way to the big computer looking over all this?))
((With the rooster))

Facona: Back up hasn't reported in either!

GM (GM): You can access the room, it just means taking out a 300lb air fan that may or may not make alot of noise.

Falcob: Hey boss, I got a root command in security. Something called Unit 13137.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Any tips, guys?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I think that's the robutt ))

Rhodes: Activate it and select the reception area.

Martin Baron: ( Fall back. If that's the only exit, you can get overwhelmed pretty easily. )
( If there's another path, see where that goes. )

Valerie P. Awsum: ( If you had a nade... ))

GM (GM): Throw baby!

Jonathan Sommer has an idea...

Jonathan Sommer crawls to the next fan vent.

GM (GM): Jonathan! You enter the reception,
There is Juan.

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm looking at the mess hall.))

GM (GM): As you move out Juan screams!

Jonathan Sommer: "What's happenin'?"

GM (GM): Light fixtures drop down revealing themselves to be old military drones!
Further from the floor deploys mutts!... Although they are more angular and have NDDC written on their heads.
Juan, with speed beyond that of known to man, runs into the mess hall!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, this is fucked))


GM (GM): Whoops! Wrong map

GM (GM): Hey lex, you in recpetion as well?

Jonathan Sommer: ((I thought he was observing, but I may have missed that))

GM (GM): Jonathan! You are in the safety of the vents. Really bad for pek though.
Ah, sorry.

Martin Baron: ( Ah shit, bye Pek. At least you weren't someone we knew. )

Earrtet Acroud : (And was also a terrorist)

GM (GM): Pek struggles as the drones swarm him... It's not a pretty sight.
Sommer!
Decision time!

Valerie P. Awsum wiggles her ears "What's that scream?"

GM (GM): Right now you are safe, but those drones are going to pursue Juan into the mess. Any actions?

Jonathan Sommer bites his tongue, thinks for a bit, swallows hard, then jumps down from the vents.

GM (GM): You drop down with the faintest of feet fall. Still they notice and your ffff--Freaked.

Jonathan Sommer: "Uh, hey! Over here!"

Jonathan Sommer jumps and down a bit.

GM (GM): You have 100% of their attention.
rolling 1d100
(11)= 11

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not good))

Martin Baron: ( Ah fuck. Can I roll perception hearing? I might be able to warn the others to get them to rush to Jonathan. )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(92)+20= 112

Martin Baron: ( Or maybe Juan's screaming into the mess hall will be enough. )

GM (GM): Yes, Juan runs into the mess hall, obvious to everyone.
Do you rush to the recpetion?

Martin Baron: Of course.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Aw shit, they killed the bird?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sure... ))

GM (GM): Yep.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, now I feel silly))

GM (GM): Oh, you were trying to save him?

Earrtet Acroud : (well at least i got a meal on the go)

Martin Baron: ( Don't worry, we can tie up the other birds and keep them as hostages to replace Pek. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yeah))

Valerie P. Awsum rushes into the reception and points at the drones "OLD NDDC ONES! THESE ARE ALL ROBOTIC." she snarls "If they were our ones, I could interface with their brains at least with that headpiece..."

GM (GM): Well in that case sure. Before he's gatted you hopped down and they spin to you!
(( Can't really toss that out because of server lag. ))
Still, barrels hot and metal tendrils tighten!
Roll intiative or roll over!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+55
(45)+55= 100

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 15
(33)+15= 48
There was an error with your formula. Please try again.

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+80
(31)+80= 111

Martin Baron: ./roll drunk

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+55
(9)+55= 64
(( Oh ffs))

Jonathan Sommer: ((If you weren't stuffing your face you would be more prepared))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( She is prepared ))
(( She has a magnum ))

GM (GM): OCrab!
The p.mutts go first!

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+35
(76)+35= 111
Sorry, was a little late!
I was re-checking my initiative mod.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Off by one))

GM (GM): The spend all actions sprinting to Sommer

Jonathan Sommer: "Sorry, I'm a selfish lover!"

GM (GM): Clayton!

Martin Baron: ( I just realized my hook hand is 3d10+25 damage points lower than my shotgun's 3d10+30. )
( And since aiming is a higher check than melee and melee gets agility bonus, I pretty much have a shotgun fist. )

Clayton R. steps forward a bit, and reequips his napalm flamethrower.

Jonathan Sommer eyes Clayton's flamethrower nervously.

Clayton R.: (( And I'll fire here. I can't get a good shot at any near Sommer. ))

GM (GM): Funny who that works.

Martin Baron: ( Think it needs to be adjusted? )

GM (GM): Roll to hit

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay with the flamethrower "... You were NDDC too?" and shakes her head regaining focus "...These mutts are scrap! They don't come with brains! They're Mk I. We're on Mk. IV already"

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

Jonathan Sommer: ((FUCK))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( BRAVO NOLAN ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((You sure you don't have loaded dice?))

Clayton R.: (( The good news is, nobody is 5ft close to me. ))

Martin Baron: ( I was going to say "inb4 he melts us again with napalm like last time". )
( But I'm too late. )

GM (GM): Fire!

Earrtet Acroud : (( Trumpet noise of saddness)

GM (GM): Gasket failure!
You are on fire!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh fuck ))

Clayton R.: (( let's see those damage numbers GM ))

Martin Baron: ( And his face got even uglier that day. )

GM (GM): (( https://youtu.be/kn15BUFBvu8 ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( He is turning in Joshua day by day )0

Jonathan Sommer: ((The Burnt-er Man))

Earrtet Acroud : (at least he wstill has his personality)

GM (GM): rolling 1d10
(4)= 4

Clayton R.: (( No, that burned too ))

GM (GM): You take 4 damage
Sommer!
pg. 21, being on fire.
A weight loss plan.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Welp))
((Oh wait, OC goes next))

GM (GM): Actions sommer?

Omega Crab: ((So, since I'm late, should I wait this combat out?))

Clayton R. yells partially out of anger and pain as his flamethrower fails on him. Typical. He falls back and tries to put his fir out on the ashes of the giant mutant.

GM (GM): Nah, roll and see.

Jonathan Sommer: ((He already rolled. 111))

Clayton R.: (( Can me trying to put myself be my last action? ))
( (Oh nevermind ))

GM (GM): Well, Jona goes then sergei

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Earret? ))

GM (GM): Goes after you.

Jonathan Sommer gets a leg up and dashes in the direction of the fire, knowing his favorite companions are there.

Earrtet Acroud : (what?)

GM (GM): Clayton set himself on fire.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh right ))
(( Confused stuff ))
(( Is Lex gonna join us for the fight or... ))

GM (GM): He's watching.

Jonathan Sommer turns his gun on one of the drones and fires a shot off.

Martin Baron: ( Who's Lex? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Roll?))

GM (GM): Yep.

Martin Baron: ( Ah, sorry, didn't read the names. )

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(86)= 86

GM (GM): hit

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 2d10+20
(5+9)+20= 34

GM (GM): Pow! Sparks fly as the bullet sinks into its crappy metal frame
Last action?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fire another shot?))

GM (GM): Sure

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(60)= 60

GM (GM): (( All these handgun shots https://youtu.be/AFa1-kciCb4 ))
hit

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 2d10+20
(8+9)+20= 37

GM (GM): Drone 1 is badly damaged!
Val!

Valerie P. Awsum will tackle the Burning Man (festival) to extinguish him

Earrtet Acroud : (let the profaget save himself)

GM (GM): It's the only way he'll learn!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Val has to prove herself )
(( Or... I can shoot a mutt))

GM (GM): Okay, he has 2 rounds of fire on him.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( What do you think team? ))

GM (GM): It'll take 2 actions to put out the flames.

Omega Crab: ((Just shoot them!))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'll take two shots at a mutt instead ))

Earrtet Acroud : (push him off a cliff)

GM (GM): Fan the trigger!
(( Such vitrol! ))

Martin Baron: ( WOOOOOAAAH THEEEERE. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Mutt #1 ))
rolling 1d100
(40)= 40

GM (GM): Hitsy

Valerie P. Awsum: (( What's the damage on the magnum ))

Martin Baron: ( Too high. )

Clayton R.: (( Clayton really wants to not be on fire, but those robots are much more dangerous right now. ))

GM (GM): 5d10+50(75):

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 5d10+50
(9+10+1+9+9)+50= 88
(( YIKES ))
(( Fucking Val, are you Revolver Possumlot? ))

GM (GM): It explodes like a beer can on a fence post!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Mutt Number 2 ))
rolling 1d100
(22)= 22
(( Miss... 4 shots left ))

GM (GM): A chair is kill
Earttet

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Umm GM ))
(( I wasn't shooting at the drone ))

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(14)+45= 59

Valerie P. Awsum: (( But the Mutt ))

Martin Baron: ( http://comicsalliance.com/files/2011/04/dnd04.jpg )

GM (GM): Woops

Martin Baron: ( The knockback was so strong you aimed in the complete opposite direction. )

Clayton R.: (( http://iruntheinternet.com/lulzdump/images/snake-on-computer-MGS-on-fire-burning-1438702695x.gif?id= ))

GM (GM): Alright, alright.
Mutt 1 has 2 hp. It's disabled

Earrtet Acroud : Id like to move to drone 1 and whip it out of the air

GM (GM): duraplasti everywhere.

Jonathan Sommer: ((So wait, what happened to that mutant?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Great! ))

Earrtet Acroud : (what factors movement)

Martin Baron: ( He's stuck in the fridge and can't get out. )

Valerie P. Awsum growls "This has tremendous kickback... At least one of them is down..."

Martin Baron: ( We decided to leave him be. )

GM (GM): Speed

Valerie P. Awsum massages her hand

GM (GM): err, agility
1 agility is 1 tile
or 5 feet on the map measure tool

Jonathan Sommer: ((Dexterity))

GM (GM): So you can move 9 times per action.
(( 9 agility right?))

Earrtet Acroud : would it be possible for me to whip drone 2

GM (GM): Sure
Whips are about 2 tiles
So swing to hit
Oop, forgot about sergei

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 3d10 + 21
(1+2+9)+21= 33

GM (GM): Sure
You whip it and its parts fly in a burst.
Last action?
Sergei, you next.

Earrtet Acroud : (you can save up action right?

GM (GM): Yep

Earrtet Acroud : ill save it

GM (GM): Wait actions!
Drones!
Still locked onto sommer they fire!
rolling 1d100
(77)= 77
drone 2 hits

Jonathan Sommer: ((Don't paint the walls too much))

GM (GM): rolling 2d10+20+15
(1+10)+20+15= 46
46 damage!
The other fires on Sommer!
rolling 1d100
(35)= 35
rolling 2d10+20+15
(1+3)+20+15= 39

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Val is gonna have a lot of work ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well shit))

GM (GM): 85 damage and for six bullets in your back!
Martin!

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's lights out for Sommer))

Omega Crab: ((Oh no))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Wait... he's dead? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((-7 HP))

Martin Baron: ( editing text )

GM (GM): No armor?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Damn... ))

Martin Baron: ( aw shit mang )

Jonathan Sommer: ((No armor))

Martin Baron: ( Well fuck )

GM (GM): (( Welp! ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh boy... this ain't gonna be pretty ))

Martin Baron: ( Bye Jonathan, you were a pretty cool guy. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((He died doing what he loved))
((Being a smartass))

Martin Baron: ( Amen. )

GM (GM): Martin! Sommer just gone down with a papapapap.

Martin Baron: ( How much damage do those molotovs do? And what's the roll for tossing one? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( In b4 everyone yells at Val to save him ))

Martin Baron: ( USE YOUR TOPSIDER SCIENCE TO BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE YOU BITCH! )

GM (GM): It sets them on fire. So 1d10 per round+1d10 per round of fire.

Martin Baron: ( Doesn't sound that useful on robots. )
( It's not like they'll panic and try to put it out. )

Earrtet Acroud : (you better tos it to the noodle armed bastards

GM (GM): Not really, but its horrible against living things

Jonathan Sommer: ((Probably should've saved an action))
((That was my bad))

Martin Baron: ( I think I got a regular grenade, let me check. )
( Yeah, I do. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( You should have.... ))

Martin Baron: ( 5d10+50 )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Hell didn't Everett leave you like powder charges? ))

Martin Baron: ( What's the roll for tossing ambassador pineapple to the mutts? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Just before we got to I-Man?))

Martin Baron: ( I don't think so. He gave me a tie. )

GM (GM): I-Man, that was awhile ago!
Blast range for grenade: 2 tiles

Martin Baron: ( I searched through the pastes for powder but I didn't find anything. )
( So say about here. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Okay then. ))

Martin Baron: ( Where Jonathan used to be, that should hit those two and keep them from reaching us, then the others can focus down the drones. I'll use my two turns to shoot them down too if possible. )
( What's the roll for tossing a nade and the bonuses for it? )

GM (GM): (( I remember. Gun powder blast packs
3d10+30 basically dynamite

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I made a ton of those ))

Martin Baron: ( Not as good as a grenade then. )

GM (GM): Melee
Or agility, and targeting if you got it.

Martin Baron: ( Oh awesome, so agility bonus? )

GM (GM): I like hawkeye,

Martin Baron: ( No targeting, but +45 )

GM (GM): Yep

Martin Baron: ( Alright cool. Rolling for grenade toss at this location. )
rolling 1d100+45
(21)+45= 66

GM (GM): Hit

Martin Baron: rolling 5d10+50
(7+4+7+9+1)+50= 78

GM (GM): Normally I'd have a time thing but let's say you held it, because you're drunk.
Hit!
The explosion destroys one mutt and the other two are damaged!

Martin Baron: ( Am I able to shoot from where I am? I should've asked that before I threw the grenade, sorry. )

GM (GM): Richoette shot
Next action?

Martin Baron: ( Move to shoot mutts. )

GM (GM): Use cover?

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. )

GM (GM): -30 to hit you.

Martin Baron: ( Using last action to shoot with shotgun. )

GM (GM): click click

Martin Baron: ( Attacking Mutt #2. )
rolling 1d100
(15)= 15
( miss. End turn. )

GM (GM): Another chair ruined

Martin Baron: ( Some XCOM aiming there. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Don't worry, the chair'll explode and take them out))

Martin Baron: ( I'm fucking sorry though Jeffrey, I should've given you something for armor or a weapon, I dunno. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((You already gave me a gun))

Earrtet Acroud : (or not droping down to the robuts)

GM (GM): Mutts

Martin Baron: ( Fuck me, I should've tried to get the mutt's attention, they're gonna go for Earrtet probably. )

GM (GM): The damaged mutts rattle torward you!

Martin Baron: ( Wait, taunting wont work on robots I bet. )

GM (GM): Clayton

Clayton R.: (( There nothing to stop me from using my flamethrower again right? ))

Martin Baron: ( You're still on fire though. )

GM (GM): Ah yeah
rolling 2d10
(5+4)= 9

Clayton R.: (( But can I tough it out and fire? ))

Valerie P. Awsum bites her lips and looks around "Guys... you want to save your friend? I need those mutt parts."

GM (GM): You take 9 fire damage as it spreads up your arm.

Clayton R.: (( 2d10? First one was 1d10 ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((The fire only makes him stronger))

Clayton R.: (( That was from spreading? ))

GM (GM): Yep, fire grows
Next turn is 3d10

Clayton R.: (( Alright. I'll fire here. ))

GM (GM): Their hp is 12. Val needs you to do less than 22 damage

Clayton R.: (( What, why? ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Read up Clay ))
(( She said something ))

Martin Baron looks back at Valerie from his cover, yelling in a tone mixed with confusion and anger, "Mutt partsh?! You better not be thinking what I'm thinking! He'sh not dying, dammit! He'sh not going to die!"

GM (GM): (( She needs them intact. ))

Clayton R.: (( Oh sorry, I missed it completely. ))

Valerie P. Awsum yells at Martin "LIFE SUPPORT, DUMBASS. HE NEEDS LIFE SUPPORT UNTIL I FIND HIM A HEART."

GM (GM): My recommendation, kill the drones
Mutts need restrained hits.

Valerie P. Awsum waves her revolver around "OR LUNGS OR WHATEVER IS TURNED INTO PULP"

GM (GM): And... Shoot, I keep forgetting sergei!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( John... ever wanted to be RAIDEN? ))

Clayton R. moves to better position to set the drones ablaze, toughing it out through the flames.

GM (GM): I was actually just listening to this, actually: https://youtu.be/NJ-drpEGRc0

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+20
(90)+20= 110

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh boy would I))

Earrtet Acroud : (But i wanted him to be like the Robots from Old World Blues.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((THIS IS NOT MY KNIFE))

GM (GM): You're not trying to roast Pek, right?

Clayton R.: rolling 5d10+50
(5+10+7+10+7)+50= 89

GM (GM): Anyway roll damage

Clayton R.: (( nope, aiming here. ))
(( 5 ft spread right? ))

GM (GM): In glowing hit fire the drones are bathed.
The gaskets in them give out for once and they explode
Last action?

Clayton R. manages smile under the glow of the flames engulfing him, but this was getting to be too much. He dives into the ashes of the mutant and rolls to drown the flames.

GM (GM): Tumble roll!

Clayton R.: " This shit hurts! Hope that helped!"

GM (GM): Roll 90 or better!

Earrtet Acroud : (me?0

Valerie P. Awsum yells "GUYS I NEED THOSE PARTS, REMEMBER. TIME IS RUNNING OUT."

Clayton R.: (( I meant that more as a figure of speech. I can jsut sprint to it right? ))

GM (GM): Sure
Omega Crabs!

Clayton R.: (( I'll do that, ))

Omega Crab Sergei stares in disbelief as the person in the party who was probably the closest thing to his friend is shot in front of his eyes. Still, hearing Val, he instantly runs over to the mutts. Seems like he'll need to be careful.

GM (GM): Because I missed you let's say you get 6 turns

Sergei action !

Jonathan Sommer: ((Berserker Rage!))

Clayton R.: (( Uh oh, nano boosted elephant. ))

Omega Crab: Obviously, he had the elephant rage build up in him. So, can I run fast enough to get between the mutts?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( RESTRAIN HITS ))
(( Remember ))

Omega Crab: ((Yep, restrain for 12 hp))

GM (GM): Swing

Jonathan Sommer: ((Just a love tap, Sergei))

Omega Crab: ((Attacking Mutt 2. Restrainedly.))
rolling 1d100+15
(9)+15= 24

GM (GM): Barely a hit
12 hp?

Omega Crab: Yes.

Earrtet Acroud : brb

Omega Crab Sergei just kinda tries to gently push the robot over with his hand.

GM (GM): He sommer, what is your hp? in the negatives?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

GM (GM): How much?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( -7 HP ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((-7))

GM (GM): Sergei, you 'gently' crush the mutt just enough to disable it.

Omega Crab: I still have an action left?

Clayton R.: (( That's what happens when you make fun of people who got their face chopped up. ))

GM (GM): Yep

Jonathan Sommer: ((I forgot drones had guns))

Omega Crab Sergen then proceeds to gently swat the other mutt with his tail.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Perception fail))

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+15
(23)+15= 38

GM (GM): The other one is now popped as well. Combat end!

Okay.
Here's how its gonna go.
Sommer, you just had 600% lead booster shot.

Clayton R. is busy rolling in ashes. "Someone help put me out goddammit!"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Right))

GM (GM): Just enough to kill you.
rolling 3d10
(1+5+9)= 15

Martin Baron drops the shotgun and rushes to Jonathan, looking over the bloodbath. "%@%, #$*@, %(#$, pleashe don't be dead, pleashe don't be dead."

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's not a good sign))

GM (GM): Clayton bursts into flames.
Sommer, you is ded to rights.
He's how it's gonna work.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Lead poisoning. I should've known.))

GM (GM): Roll intiative.

Valerie P. Awsum yells "SOMEONE GET THE COON ON THE TABLE. " and starts undoing her surgery bag. "IF HE'S GONNA GO FOR 5 MINUTES HE'S GETTING BRAIN DAMAGE. ELEPHANT MAN, BRING THE MUTT JUMP TO ME, MOVE IT PEOPLE OR WE'RE NOT GONNA SAVE HIM

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+55
(52)+55= 107

GM (GM): You beat 50 you hold on to the thread of lif00
Okay then.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Kinda inevitable))

GM (GM): Val wants to give you a mutt-heart.

Omega Crab Sergei lifts up the two disabled robots and quickly runs over to the possum. So much inflicting violence in the form of body-liquefying punches, but thiis one time he's actually shaken. And uneasy.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not too different from a normal heart?))

Clayton R. throws off his topsider helmet before it catches flame, he continues to roll around desperately.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Or will I be wheezing all over the place?))

GM (GM): Roll your tumble skill, beat 100

Clayton R.: ( (general grievous bad. ))

Martin Baron: ( Fuck man, do you want me to help you Clayton? )

GM (GM): Val, roll fringe, beat 100

Martin Baron: ( Is it possible to help someone get the fire put out? )

GM (GM): Yes.

Valerie P. Awsum pulls out her stabilizing drugs. "ComeonComeonComeonComeonComeonComeonComeonComeon" she says preparing an array of injections "SOMEONE WASH THE $%$#*^% TOOLS. MOVE IT. THIS IS A WAR ZONE."

Earrtet Acroud : (we need to urine on clayton all postel 2 style)

Martin Baron: ( I want to help Clayton, I can't help Suule out. )

Clayton R.: (( Well gM hasn't really said whether my flames have been getting better. I don't know how bad it is. I've been trying since my last turn in combat though. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( It's okay Martin, Earret will help me ))
(( He owes me ))

GM (GM): The flames are doing great.

Martin Baron: ( Good to know, tell them I said hi. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh GM!))

GM (GM): You both put like you've never patted before until it's out.

Martin Baron: ( Should I roll tumble to help him out? I got 2 ranks in it and my agility can help out. )

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet teake the tools and rushes into the kitchen to wash them off.

Martin Baron: ( Ok, excellent. )

GM (GM): Nah, putting other people out doesn't require any real action.

Valerie P. Awsum looks into Jonh's eyes and prays a little "Okay elephant man... tear the cover out. Gently... we need a cardio-viscular pump intact."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is Juan cowering again?))

Valerie P. Awsum takes a deep breath and starts the surgery

Valerie P. Awsum: (( What to roll ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fringe, apparently))

GM (GM): Fringe for the bits, then every medical skill you all have.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+30+20
(20)+45+30+20= 115

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh shit, here we go))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I think that solves the bits ))

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet rushes back in with the washed tools and places them near awsum.

GM (GM): Literally, an medical, science or production skill the group has should be rolled now.

Clayton R. finally sits up, absolutely coated in ashes. "Thanks Martin. I hadn't used that ting in a while, and I forgot to check over it." He says, retrieving his topsider helmet from the ashes.

Omega Crab Sergei carefully grabs onto the mutt again, trying to tear its' metallic skin off without damaging it. He has no idea how those things work, still.

GM (GM): Alright, fluid pumps and timing circuits.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Now to figure out how to put it in... Biology ))

GM (GM): Luckily the immuno-ichor is still intact.

Omega Crab: Can I roll science?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Or Medical Doctorate? ))

GM (GM): Yes,

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+30+20
(14)+45+30+20= 109
(( ROLLS PLEASE ))

GM (GM): Roll science.
Anyone!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Science? Okay... ))

Clayton R.: What can we really do here? ))

Martin Baron: ( I only have a science of 1! )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Sommer uses his scientific inquiry from beyond the grave))

Omega Crab: rolling 1d100+25+10
(60)+25+10= 95

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+30+10
(77)+45+30+10= 162

Clayton R.: (( I have science 2 ))

GM (GM): You think you have an idea what to do. Mostly it's replacing alot of the torso and back.
Of course, you could make him stronger...

Valerie P. Awsum does it... she wants to save lives first and foremost

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Surgery or MD? ))
(( Hell she knows both ))

GM (GM): Surgery.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+30+20
(8)+45+30+20= 103
(( WEW ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((We brought you back... and made you taller))

GM (GM): Okay.

Clayton R. fastens the topsider helmet back to his head, taking a breather.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Fuck I could've used that ))

GM (GM): Sommer: Results: You now have MUTT parts running your hears and protecting your spine. Further you recieve oxygen from a small flat plastic panel on your chest.

Jonathan Sommer: ((The reaper is gonna be pissed))

Omega Crab: Oh, can I also roll for Invention?

GM (GM): Ultimately unnoticible.
Defects: Your hp is now 90
Also, you can react to sync magnet systems.

Valerie P. Awsum is completely exhausted... she applies the last injection to start up Jon's heart again.

Clayton R. sits up, and finally stands, trying to get a good look at Sommer.

Jonathan Sommer nods off a bit and slowly opens his eyes.

GM (GM): He looks like hell.

Jonathan Sommer: "Ahwazzat..."

GM (GM): You are now a cyborg!

Jonathan Sommer: ((When do I get my cloaking device?))

GM (GM): A very crappy cyborg made on top of a musty old desk with some loon's bare hands!

Valerie P. Awsum smiles, grabs John and kisses him square on the lips

Jonathan Sommer: "Ah, what!"

Earrtet Acroud : "hey sommer, welcome back to the hell on earth."

Valerie P. Awsum starts to sob and cry "Oh... God it worked.... I can't believe it worked..."

Jonathan Sommer weakly pushes back against the wall, breathing slowly. "The shit happened?"

Clayton R. winces watching the mutant kiss the bloody cyborg. "You died super hard."

GM (GM): (( I swear, next time I'll kill you guys permenantly, I promise!))

Omega Crab Sergei seems to smile just a little.

Earrtet Acroud : "you're now darth vader. but more pathedic."

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's reassuring, GM))

Martin Baron can hardly believe it, the raccoon that was 50% lead is up and awake. While happy that he's not dead, Martin looks to Valerie and asks in a threatening tone "Just what the #$(% kind of secretary are you?"

Valerie P. Awsum looks back at Martin... "So... the jig is up."

GM (GM): (( Eh, -7 hp is kinda close))

Martin Baron: ( Past -10, no dice for living? )

GM (GM): Yeah,

Martin Baron: ( Under 0 inbetween -10, make some hardass rolls to survive? )

GM (GM): Get to set the line.
Actually it's GM descretion.

Jonathan Sommer: ((How about negative 10% of max health?))

Clayton R. shrugs. "I mean.. yeah, you guys couldn't guess she was a doctor when she worked on our lizard?"

Earrtet Acroud : so its like call of cthulu where you are sorta dead when in half negative of your max health

Martin Baron: ( You should add that in as a note, say it's optional to have them survive and can just have them be dead once hitting 0. )

GM (GM): Like if someone punches you in the chest five times. Is that a kill? No realistically but in the game it is.

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "...you're looking at one of Topsider top scientists. My name isn't even Val. I made that on the spot. It's Rebbeca White."

GM (GM): Yeah, sounds about right.

Clayton R.: "Who could have guess P. Awsom wasn't a real name..."

GM (GM): Darkness looms, her name isn't even possom related?! The automatic urge to stomp a top flickers within.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at John and then at the rest "...You'll kill me now, right?"

Omega Crab Sergei exhales. "Sergei thinks that's a lot less dumb name."

Martin Baron 's shotgun is back at the chair he took cover in, and reaching for a weapon in his backpack is asking for a quick attack. "And why would you hide that from us?"

Jonathan Sommer looks at Vale numbly.

Earrtet Acroud : "Well why lie about your name? its not like we know who Rabeca was before the big boom."

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "You're kidding? The new shining star of Apex in field of biology? Were you living under a rock before the war?"

Juan: that's rhetorical, right?

Martin Baron: "I... I'm not from Hillside. I was on tour with... #$(%, some hockey team."

Earrtet Acroud : "I Lived under my moms house if that counted."

Clayton R. rolls his eyes. "Look, I'm gonna be straight up with you here. I don't care if you are a secretary or a surgeon. Just make sure you keep your alliances clear and you keep your motives tot he betterment of the group." He says, turning around. "Speaking of which, who has some tools I can use?"

GM (GM): (( Did your armor take all the damage, clayton?

Martin Baron: ( Wait, if you're a top scientist and all, your ass is gonna get hunted by Topsiders. )
( Sheeeit. )

Clayton R.: (( Yep, except my arm ))

Jonathan Sommer clings to the wall to stand back up.

Valerie P. Awsum feels uneasy... despite her risking her life to rescue these people. She feels now that they will want to hurt her.

Earrtet Acroud : "I mean if i was famous dancer Terry Hints, I bet Id still be a random nobody to all of you."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh Martin, they don't know she survived. But if they recognize her. It's gonna be a field day for her ))

Juan: You can't be Terry Hints... I'M TERRY HINTS!

Valerie P. Awsum helps John up "Look... I'm not gonna lie. You're gonna be a cyborg for... at least 20-30 years or at least if won't find you new organs.

Martin Baron: ( Oh fuck yeah. )

Jonathan Sommer: "Joy..."

Omega Crab Segei blinks. "What is Apex."

Valerie P. Awsum smiles weakly "Would you prefer if you die? Just say out of EMP fields and you'll be fine. I'll try to work on some better stuff for you. Promise."

Earrtet Acroud : "Its was rhetorical, as in... you better not be lying to me or ill beat your ass with a cheese grader from the kitchen.)

GM (GM): (( Okay, take topsider and turn him upside down. That's an Apex ))

Clayton R.: "Who cares where you come from? I used to be a librarian. If this hasn't proven where your heart is, I don't know what will... I trust you at my back more than our Cannibal buddy." He says, pointing to Earrtet.

Valerie P. Awsum gathes her tools and goes to wash them.

Earrtet Acroud : "Canabil Buddies you mean."

GM (GM): +10 to clayton for the pun

Jonathan Sommer weakly walks to follow Vale for a talk.

Clayton R. asks again, "Who has some tools I can use?"
Martin Baron: ( What tools? )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at John following her "...I know... you're angry at me I've done that."
GM (GM): (( You're surrounded by tools! Colossal tools!))
Jonathan Sommer: "What now?"
Clayton R.: (( Common tools, screwdrivers, wrenches, ect... ))
Earrtet Acroud : (( at least they're not Assholes.)

Valerie P. Awsum sighs "...cyborgization. You're not the first."
GM (GM): (( Actually I should ask Aaron about that...))

Valerie P. Awsum headshakes "...my first patient went "I didn't ask for this" on the first day, then smashed a mirror in the hosptial bathroom."

Jonathan Sommer smiles. "Lady, I got turned into a goddamn cartoon raccoon overnight. This is alright."

Earrtet Acroud : "But cybernetic ywould be a Human Revolution, why would he be mad?"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Given plasticized brains are a thing, GM... ))

GM (GM): (( Point. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I mean I think some manner of replacement limbs are a given. Just a taboo ))

Juan: or a Mankind Divided. Hopefully it wouldn't become an Invisible War.

Valerie P. Awsum rubs her head "I... forget sorry. So.. what did you want to ask me?"

Martin Baron still can't believe it, bringing someone back from the dead like something out of a centuries old movie. "I don't #$(%*@ trust it, she probably has a kill switch or a... bomb in him! He could not even be alive, but a puppet!" Martin rambles to himself, looking at the burning wreckage of machinery.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( A BOMB! ))

Jonathan Sommer scratches his chin and ponders. "... Who you were, before all this shit went down... Is that who you are?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Yeah, with enought implans id bet you could become a Deus Ex."

Omega Crab Segei shakes his head. "Sergei pretty sure those mutt things didn't have a bomb in them."

GM (GM): (( What is this, Game of the Year Edition?))

Clayton R.: "Who cares Martin. He is less dead than he was two minutes ago." Clayton heads back down toward the armory.

Martin Baron: ( Good shit with the rolls though. Despite hitting below 20 multiple times. )

GM (GM): True.
Alright. Hate to break when we got some steam here but it's time to wrap up.

Martin Baron: "When was the last time a Topsider helped us out? Every single time they #(%@ us over somehow, either because they're crazy or think the other Topsiders will let them back in!" Martin yells down the hallway.
( cool. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, that was interesting))

Valerie P. Awsum looks at John as she stops "No that's me, Rebbeca White, former professor at Hillside University... later joined Apex to help them in field of biology... the rest well... I was one of the people trying to contain the plauge or at least find out what happened." she sighs "...you know what's even worse? I've done terrible things and I believed it was to save us. But at this point... I'm not even sure if we're gonna be saved from the plague"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Martin became Everett.. .))

GM (GM): She roll a 1 on her science skills

Valerie P. Awsum: (( IT MUST BE THE TIE ))

Earrtet Acroud : "look on the bright side, even if you did the bombs would still fall."

GM (GM): Yes!

Martin Baron: ( SHEIT )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Everret is assuming direct control))

GM (GM): okay okay.
+30 for dispatching threats.

Martin Baron: ( I even started using explosives today! )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Everett's override ))

GM (GM): +20 to everyone for saving someone's life.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Did I save my own life?))

Earrtet Acroud : Does this mean i finally level up?

GM (GM): You saved the bird.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh wait, that bird))

GM (GM): Yes

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yeah))
((Worth it))

GM (GM): MVP?

Earrtet Acroud : Suule

Martin Baron: Val for making the 2 dollar man.

GM (GM): Everyone did some interesting things here.

Valerie P. Awsum: Jon for sacrifice

Earrtet Acroud : The only thing i did was ate a dead corpse

GM (GM): That and combat

Valerie P. Awsum: Clay or Omega
Your verdict?

Omega Crab: Val.

Clayton R.: Y tho
Val

Omega Crab: So, 50 xp in all?

GM (GM): Alright Val.

Valerie P. Awsum: Heh...

GM (GM): Well,


Valerie P. Awsum: And so starts Val's redemption story
With a life saved
Using the same methods that were used to take so many away

Earrtet Acroud : 2 lives remember

GM (GM): Let's go 70xp because this was a more idea and exploration session.

Valerie P. Awsum: True

Jonathan Sommer: And Jon is on his way to be more caring
By taking a lot of bullets

GM (GM): And sergei with precise application of strength.

Valerie P. Awsum: Sergei just flicked his fingers
And the mutt fell over

Earrtet Acroud : Just wait for the cyber legs and broznuf.

Jonathan Sommer: I like to imagine he just dropped his hand on the mutts and let gravity do the work

GM (GM): I gotta get back to that game.

Martin Baron: Except with Martin, who's slowly being taken controlled over by Everett.

GM (GM): Anyway, good job everyone.

Valerie P. Awsum: You know Martin
You can always ask Everett if he knew Rebecca
If you hate the topsiders that much

Martin Baron: Yeah, I saw that Hillside University thing

Clayton R.: (( great idea I'm sure. ))

Jonathan Sommer: Use the tie, Martin

Martin Baron: Oh fuck

GM (GM): One more thing. I've got a conference with Aaron tomorrow. We are going to cover the book and such. Do you guys have anything you want me to pass on or ask?

Martin Baron: I think I'm getting a clearer picture now.

Jonathan Sommer: Hmmmm
Can you change my name in the credits to C. Jeffrey?

Valerie P. Awsum: Hmmm

Martin Baron: What worse enemy is yourself? Why else would he hate topsiders so much?

GM (GM): Yeah sure.
...What do I have you listed as?

Clayton R.: (( I suggested it to him before, but I like the idea of our example character on the cover like a shadowrun rulebook. ))

Martin Baron: He never did explain much further than being a professor at a university

Omega Crab: Oh, so I level up!

Jonathan Sommer: Chris J H I think

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah that's a great idea ))

GM (GM): That's gonna change then!
Eh, sure, why not.