Endtown RPG Session #55

Ready?

Martin Baron: Never got the flu. Only violently sick to the stomach

Suule: I wish I could post a 100pt :V face to you, Martin

Jonathan Sommer: Time for death

Earrtet Acroud : I drink a shit ton of juice and I never get sick

Valerie P. Awsum: Yes

Here we go!

Our heroes, our heroes, man.

We join them in the depths of Dentown, a hovel half destroyed

They just managed to be called out for a shooting contest like something out of the old west

Martin Baron: ( Aw shit, this is speed related isn't it? We're gonna have to send the legless bastard out there to shoot him, don't we? )

Valerie P. Awsum rubs her face "God... some muscule bound freak is challenging us. I wish I could've just put that ferret's face in the toilet and flush out the stupid out of her."

Earrtet Acroud : "Martin you can do this! You're all arms and no legs!"

Jonathan Sommer shakes a bit of water off his face.

Martin Baron: "When I'm done with him, he'll be alright."

Box-O-Rocks exhales really loudly, "You all get us into so much trouble man..."

Theo Gerald finishes exchanging pleasantries with the tooth sages

Theo Gerald: More trouble?

GM (GM): Turns out women in showers is not like the movies
You lied to us, Weekend at Porkies!

Box-O-Rocks: "Our medic saw fit to pick a fight with the same people that robbed us."

Valerie P. Awsum throws her hands up "SHE CALLED ME FAT"

Valerie P. Awsum: GWAD

Cas Hutson makes a small huff over here, sounding a bit grumpy over this situation. It would have been nice to have at least a small break from all this ^&(*, but noooo.

Box-O-Rocks glares at Val, "You're lucky I found a functional topsider suit here."

Valerie P. Awsum turns around and screams at her ass "DO YOU CALL THIS ASS FAT?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Well fat CAN be sexy to some people Val. Maybe it was an complement!"

Jonathan Sommer: "Guys, guys, guys..."
"We need a plan."

Martin Baron 's leg-stumps seem clean. The black and red stained hair has been washed, finally feeling a bit better since the past week. He mutters a thank you to Val.

Jonathan Sommer: "One that doesn't involve our corpses strung up at the entrance."

Box-O-Rocks shakes his head. "I could activate my zero field"

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet raises his hand "Flush me down the toilet and ill escape!"

Theo Gerald snorts

Valerie P. Awsum grumbles getting back into her suit "Someone's trigger happy. We had a squadmate like that... I was glad he was eaten up by one of those large mutants."

Jonathan Sommer shrugs. "If you're still deciding, I have my own."

Box-O-Rocks stares at Val. "I didn't pick the fight..., and the idea is make myself bulletproof."

Valerie P. Awsum pulls on the gloves and the boots "I didn't either. I was just distracting them so we could get our money back. Either way... bulletproof or not. You're not electro or explosion proof. I'm sure we COULD solve this diplomatically

Jonathan Sommer: "Diplomatically with some swift fingers?"

Jonathan Sommer wiggles his fingers.

Valerie P. Awsum: ...without having to put on Topsider masks and yell "WE'RE GONNA TORCH THIS PLACE AGAIN"

Martin Baron crawls out of the shower and starts putting on his clothes. "I doubt he's in the mood for rational thinking."

Valerie P. Awsum looks in Martin's direction "Well, you can play on someone's folly."

Martin Baron: "What, the weasels?"

Box-O-Rocks grumbles, "Let me know what you come up with, I'm gonna try and hail the transporter we came in on."

Martin Baron: ( ROLL FLIRT TO GET THE WEASEL FLOOZIES ON YOUR SIDE )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( That's what I was thinking ))

Jonathan Sommer puts his hands in his pockets and searches for the Old Bitties.

GM (GM): Sure

rolling 1d100+45
(52)+45= 97
Flirt that.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(32)+15= 47
( Fiddy down )

GM (GM): They resist!

Martin Baron: ( I show them a bit of leg! )

GM (GM): I was actually expecting you to succeed

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(67)+15= 82

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(83)+45= 128
Connection on the blink there?

Martin Baron: ( Show them a bit of leg and have the shoulder of the shirt pulled down? I dunno how this works. )

GM (GM): I think you might have flirted with the dinosaur

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(77)+15= 92

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Leemme try ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(89)+45= 134

Martin Baron: ( Getting better with every try )

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(89)+45= 134
(Bi-curious?)

Cas Hutson peeks at the corner for a moment, before eyeing back towards the group. Seems like the sort of info he should give out to the group, if they don't want themselves killed at least. He quickly pipes up to get the group's attention. "'Ey! I got a little something of info! I got word from around the corner to not go topside!"

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(32)+45= 77

Box-O-Rocks heads outside, suiting himself up in his topsider gear, he orders Silber to follow.

GM (GM): There we go, you wear them down!
The grog helps

Earrtet Acroud : Is the board messed up for anyone else?

Martin Baron: "I think we know that, there's gonna be a fight or a shootout." Martin responds.

Valerie P. Awsum: Define messed

Valerie P. Awsum hmms

Box-O-Rocks suits up in his suit, sticking close to the entrance as he tries to search for Hershel. He activates his zero-field as precaution.

Valerie P. Awsum wonders if she can try to talk to the tiger

Box-O-Rocks: (( Do I need to roll to look for transporter signals or something? ))

GM (GM): Typing!
You get the faint signal of Hershel.

Hersh: H----o?

Just then the hyena from Tiger's caudre comes running down! "He's gone crazy! We can't stop him!" he shouts

Box-O-Rocks cracks a small smile. "Hershel!... Thank god. Sorry for the long radio silence, this is Clayton... We had to leave a different way we came into that base... Where are you?"

GM (GM): The hyena runs to the caves

Jonathan Sommer pokes his head towards where the hyena came from.

Hersh: Ne- to the --ation w--- you left me.

Martin Baron starts crawling out of the bathroom, witnessing the hyena's yelling. Martin struggles to take his backpack off and retrieve his pistol.

Clayton frowns somewhat. "Okay... so you're somewhere close to that subway, can you make your way back to Dentown? that place where you brought undergound?"

Clayton: *you were brought

Valerie P. Awsum runs after the hyena

Hersh: Fi-- -ine.

Martin Baron: ( I'd be wary. Who knows if this is open radio )

Cas Hutson turns his head over the yelling from the hyena, peeking from the doorway to watch the hyena run off, before turning his head towards the other side to figure out what the hell happened.

GM (GM): ( Yes, you will be attacked by post apocalyptic Wolfman Marv. )

Theo Gerald slowly slinks away from the Hyena as he clearly is not acting right

Earrtet Acroud : "Guys whats going on?"

GM (GM): ( wolfman Jack sorry)

Theo Gerald attempts to re-engage in conversation with the dentists to be low key

Clayton sighs, "alright, make it quick if possible. Don't let anyone in unless I allow it."

GM (GM): The dentist express the urgent need of flossing.

Martin Baron would give chase to see what happened with the hyena but... no legs. He sits outside the bathroom door, pistol aimed near the direction of the entrance outside.

Earrtet Acroud : Martin need help moving?"

Valerie P. Awsum tries grabbing the hyena

Valerie P. Awsum: HOLD ON

Hyena: Rodger lost it! He was so mad. Then he had some sort of seizure! When he came to he started attacking us... And saying very hurtful things!

Jonathan Sommer: ((FUCK))

Theo Gerald: ((FUCK the hyena wasn't acting odd?))

GM (GM): Clay, Cas! You hear gunfire uptop!

Theo Gerald: ((o o p s))

Martin Baron: "Yes, but we gotta watch this entrance!"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time to run))

Theo Gerald falls off the chair and flops face first in his stupidity

GM (GM): The hyena was acting appropriate for the circumstance!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Schism, guys))

Valerie P. Awsum grabs the hyena and slams him to the ground "HOLD ON. Are you saying he had the mutation stress-related-breakdown syndrome?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Maybe worse than that))

Earrtet Acroud : *You mean the shitter entrance or the building enterance?"

GM (GM): I forgot to point out: The ferrets no longer regard you as creeps!

Martin Baron points to the building entrance.

Martin Baron: ( We can woo them! )

Jonathan Sommer rushes into the bar.

Martin Baron: ( We can gain the edge! )

Jonathan Sommer: "Follow me, ladies!"

Heyna: I meant what I said!

Martin Baron: ( No! Leg-entitled bastard! )

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet drags Martin by the ears and hauls ass to the enterance.

Valerie P. Awsum: I'm a doctor. I need to know

GM (GM): Again, the sewer or the path up?

Martin Baron: "Ow, ow, OW! YOU CAN JUST LIFT ME YOU #($)(@&#()&^%()_&@#)(*&^#%)(^ "

GM (GM): Shitter or building entrance?

Martin Baron: ( Building entrance. )

Cas Hutson hears of gunfire, causing himself to pull his 9mm as a reflex. "Jesus ^*&(, I'm hearin' guns firing from above," Cas said, checking his gun.

GM (GM): One moment!

Earrtet Acroud : "Does it look like im some big bulky guy martin?"

Martin Baron: "YOU LOOK LIKE A BIG #$(^%(#$* IDIOT FROM HERE!"

Clayton peels his topsider helmet off, and heads back to meet the others, Silber in tow once more.

Martin Baron: ( Payday's getting to me, I'm reading Cas's lines like he's Ron Pearlman.)

Clayton: (( things look rucked here since we were last here. ))

Earrtet Acroud : (The new shotgun IS SHIT! LIKE WHAT THE HELL?"

Martin Baron: ( Get the anarchist weapon, I hear it's good )

Earrtet Acroud : (No i go Chief Slap A Hoe on them with my bows.)

GM (GM): You arrive topside to see the tiger, eyes cloudy and bloodied thrashing wildly at his former comrade: Bateman

Valerie P. Awsum: ( I guess he didn't get dubs )

Theo Gerald: ((Oops I'm missing from existence again))

Martin Baron: "#$*% ! Is he schisim-ing?"

GM (GM): ((Sorry!))

Clayton frowns, and he re-equips his helmet. "Oh what the hell is all this?! Zero field going up." He warns the others

Clayton activates his zero field again, making an exception for his blaster hand

Martin Baron: ( Fuck it, might as well just start shooting the bastard. )
( Save Bateman )

Tiger: Everybody gets to join me!

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin "Is that what you call it? I called it "Stress-induced Personality Breakdown" SIPB for short. We already had few of the mutants go out like that... one of them destroyed a full outpost... but I wasn't allowed to see the security tapes."

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 35
(67)+35= 102

Martin Baron: "Yeah, it's... We... I had experience with it."

Clayton: rolling 1d100+90
(79)+90= 169

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+55
(92)+55= 147

Tiger: You learn that from all the people you cut up, rat face?

Theo Gerald: rolling 1d100+25
(25)+25= 50

GM (GM): val, roll mind resist!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+65
(2)+65= 67
( wew )

Clayton: (( The initiative bonus is crazy once you level enough ))

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(69)+45= 114

Theo Gerald: ((oh right, initiative racks up with level too))

Silber: rolling 1d100+40
(12)+40= 52

Jonathan Sommer: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzozKEl_r7s ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Did I pass the mind resist? ))

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+40
(96)+40= 136

GM (GM): No! you take
rolling 1d10 stress
(3)= 3

Cas Hutson: (Wait.. it is suppose to be mind x 4, plus +20 as bonus for the level my character has, right?)

Theo Gerald: ((brb briefly, gonna wash a dish so i can get it out of the way))

GM (GM): You need to beat 150

Valerie P. Awsum freezes up "H... how did you know?"

GM (GM): His words are paranormally cutting!
Don't blame me it's the lore!

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+65
(89)+65= 154
(Level 4 would be +30 to initivative? )

GM (GM): yes

Valerie P. Awsum: ( If so that would be 164, which doesn't matter anyway ))
(( I forgot I advanced last time ))

Theo Gerald: ((back!))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+50
(74)+50= 124

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Speaking of which that +1 level do we get to keep our XP and just gain a level? ))
(( Or are we getting enough XP to gain a level cause I didn't catch that ))

GM (GM): Heyo!
Handsome Hans! Your turn!
We will sort that out later!

Clayton moves out from behind everyone, he needs to get clear of them so they don't run into him

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Alright either way I'll just put more points into guns ))

Clayton: ((I can't move my piece ))

Clayton: ((I can't move my piece ))

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Or not... also guys I think I'm still at 11 HP so please tank me ))

Clayton moves to strike the tiger with his blaster

Clayton: rolling 1d100+30
(66)+30= 96
(( stun btw ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm pretty sure we're all going to be driven to madness before then))

GM (GM): That's a hit!
You blast him, it doesn't work!
Last action?

Valerie P. Awsum grunts "clay... they're immune to stun "

Clayton frowns, "The blaster does nothing!"

Clayton: (( Can I charge the tiger? ))

Valerie P. Awsum: Yes! Good job... Aim for the %%!%^1! head

Theo Gerald: ((UH OH))

GM (GM): Yes

Clayton: (( eh, I'll switch the blaster to drill instead. Don't know about charging him on second thought. ))
(( that'l end my turn. ))

GM (GM): Val!

Martin Baron: ( He'd probably deflect it )

Valerie P. Awsum aims and shoots in the head

Martin Baron: (If he can stuns, then who knows)

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10
(34)+10= 44
( : ^ ) )

GM (GM): Hit

Martin Baron: ( He gotta big head )

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 5d10
(9+2+6+2+9)= 28

Jonathan Sommer: ((Gotta contain that ego somehow))

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/hsr1NRw6_FU?list=PLA5E0CA7910036F09

Clayton: (( Is Silber in the battle GM? I rolled init. ))

Martin Baron: ( So did I )

GM (GM): You hit on the head and cause a gorey wound!
Next action!

Valerie P. Awsum shoots again!

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10
(40)+10= 50
(( Same place BTW ))

GM (GM): Dam dam!

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 5d10
(10+7+2+4+10)= 33
WHY, WON'T YOU DIE

GM (GM): You drill him again, this time causing a hideous wound.
How does he stand?

Jonathan Sommer: ((I rolled 147))

GM (GM): Sommer!

Jonathan Sommer: "Hey, shithead! What's gotten into you?"

Martin Baron: ( Yell at the batman to help us )

GM (GM): Eh, sure, he replies

Valerie P. Awsum is rather unsettled that the tiger's brains are still "Running"

Tig: Same shit that's going into you in a sec, you hack!

GM (GM): Roll resist!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Ow, my feelings))

GM (GM): ((I don't have much to go one here...

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(4)+25= 29

GM (GM): Nope
rolling 1d10
(6)= 6
6 stress

Cas Hutson reels back a bit over seeing the tiger still standing. "Wh- how the hell is he still even alive!?" He asked, gritting his teeth as he continue to stare at the tiger.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( How about: Why don't you find out? You always loved posing as something you ain't. Maybe it's time to be yourself finally.))

Valerie P. Awsum yells at Cas "Cause whatever gotten into him is malicious as hell. It took out our whole outpost once and said it will be back."

GM (GM): You have, two actions left?

Jonathan Sommer searches into his pocket and pulls out the marbles.

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Don't )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Why not?))

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Don't make a joke about losing one's marbles )

Martin Baron: ( Bruh, I defeated a treant one time using marbles. Don't disrespect them )

Tig: Why not? Doesn't happen enough?

Jonathan Sommer: "Here, you drop these!"

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d10
(6)= 6

Valerie P. Awsum takes 6 MH damage for groaning over such awful pun

Jonathan Sommer tries tossing the marbles a few feet in front of the tiger.

Tig: Haha! That was funny, you die first for making me happy!

Jonathan Sommer: ((I ready myself))

GM (GM): Cas!

Cas Hutson raises his 9mm to aim at the Tiger's neck, before taking a shot.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(91)= 91

GM (GM): Hit!
Wicked shot!
Roll damage

Cas Hutson: rolling 2d10+20
(4+10)+20= 34

GM (GM): You take a chunk off the neck, Tig's head slopes forward without the support!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Our tiger so far: http://hotlinemiami.wikia.com/wiki/File:Untitled-2.png ))

GM (GM): Even down to the commie busting action
Next action?

Cas Hutson takes another shot at the neck. That'll hopefully shut him up for good.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(44)= 44

GM (GM): Sure, hit!

Cas Hutson: rolling 2d10+20
(9+8)+20= 37

GM (GM): Nasty hit!
Without being graphic, he's completely covered in blood
You have two actions or three?

Valerie P. Awsum: JUST BURN HIM DAMMIT

Cas Hutson: (Just two actions)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Here we go))

GM (GM): He presents a lighter

Earrtet Acroud : (Really, you know they pyromancer.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Work your magic, marbles))

Valerie P. Awsum: ( I know ))
(( Val is deseperate at this point ))
(( Oh jeeeeeezus )

Cas Hutson: ((Good lord))

GM (GM): He flips it and it bursts into a jet!

Martin Baron: "#$(%# !"

Clayton stares in some odd disbelief at what he is seeing

Jonathan Sommer: "SHIT!"

GM (GM): Silber! Jonathan, Earttet!
Take
rolling 3d10
(9+8+4)= 21

Earrtet Acroud : "Oh my god! He got superpowers from this stuff!"

Martin Baron: ( I need somebody to throw me at him )
( I have a melee weapon that does 6d10 damage )

Cas Hutson looks at the scene with such a daze. How did that even happen?

GM (GM): He then utter Dark Secrets!

Valerie P. Awsum nearly panics at this "T... the... report... omm... ommm... ittted... th... that..."

Theo Gerald screams like a little girl

GM (GM): Jonathan! Always the scumbag, should have told them ahead of time, huh?
Earttet! You don't really like the taste of flesh, you just want something to do!
Silbar!...Nevermind!

Clayton: (( heh ))

GM (GM): Juan! You are waiting to betray these bastards!

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Earttet in desbelief.

Earrtet Acroud : ((Shit i was going for pre boom cannible.))

Jonathan Sommer: "H-huh?"

GM (GM): Martin, you are useless without your legs, more so than usual!

Martin Baron: "Than usual?!"
( JUAN?! )

GM (GM): Theo, you suck. That's your best trait!

Earrtet Acroud : "Then what the hell do I want to do they you shitty cereal mascot!?!"

GM (GM): Cas, most cowards run, you hold still!

Martin Baron: ( Surprised my dark secret isn't being a piece of shit during the Flask fiasco )

GM (GM): Val, I don't even know where to start
(( I guess his power is Poorly Informed Roast. ))

Valerie P. Awsum yells back "BY BITING THE DIRT."

GM (GM): His ineptly choosen words cut

Valerie P. Awsum: THEY KNOW, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME

GM (GM): Roll 150 or take 1d10 stress

Martin Baron: ( Excuse me? )
( Oh, roll 150 in mind? )
( Yeah, can't. Mind of 3. )
rolling 1d10
(1)= 1

Valerie P. Awsum: ( I don't think anyone can! Even me!)

Earrtet Acroud : (yes my too)

Cas Hutson: (I can't either)

GM (GM): 1 stress

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Well that was a poor roast )

GM (GM): Yeah, it's kind of broken

Martin Baron: ( I'm still useful you fuck! )

GM (GM): Everyone takes
1 stress

Earrtet Acroud : so is the 21 to all body parts?

GM (GM): Earttet!

Clayton: (( but he didn't even try insult me. ))

GM (GM): Nah, chest

Martin Baron: ( Clayton! You're still ugly on the inside! )

GM (GM): Your turn Earttet, flames lick your clothing setting them ablaze!

Tig: Clayton, remember when you were a librarian? What would that guy think of what kind of freak you are now?

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet rushes up and start mauling at his throat with his mouth.

Clayton: (( there we are. ))

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(72)+45= 117

GM (GM): Sorry, tig also set himself on fire
He does not defend!
Roll damage

Earrtet Acroud : (finging thw docs

GM (GM): (5d10 +str
(Yeah, i know with the new values we have to look it up again.)

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 5d10 + 15
(4+5+8+1+2)+15= 35
rolling 5d10 + 15
(5+6+10+9+3)+15= 48

GM (GM): You rip and rip!

Brutality warning!

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet rips and bites down onto his neckbone with servere force

GM (GM): You rip deep into his throat taking everything with you!
His head hands by the bare spinal column
He stumbles back!

Theo Gerald: Yeah, we did it!

GM (GM): He falls twitching!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Huh, that wasn't so bad))

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet consumes the flaming corpse

GM (GM): End combat?

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 3d10 +
(3+3+5)= 11

GM (GM): You bite in.

Martin Baron: "Christ, you #$(%#( !" Martin shouts out at the display of viscera and disgusting actions.

GM (GM): His hands reach out and grab your mouth!

Theo Gerald: ((Anticipating for scary thing to happen that'll prove Theo wrong so I can squeal like a little girl))

Theo Gerald SQUEALS LIKE A LITTLE GIRL

GM (GM): Table reset, he rises!

Cas Hutson: ((Jesus, n o))

GM (GM): 9 str

Earrtet Acroud : (( Did I do that? laugh track))

GM (GM): He forces Earrtets mouth open and shouts, "Consume me!"
He claws the inside of your mouth!
He wants to pull you inside out!

Earrtet Acroud : (( vire ferish confirm.))

Clayton reels back, half in disgust and terror.

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(48)+15= 63

Jonathan Sommer: ((Now's not the time for magical realm))

GM (GM): rolling 4d10+45
(4+10+8+10)+45= 77
77 to your goddamn head!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( That's a handbag ))

GM (GM): Your turn earttet!

Clayton: (( make a death saving throw ))

GM (GM): yes!

Earrtet Acroud : Wait i have a pot hat and scale armor.))

GM (GM): Ah,
Well, ad 30 to your head hp
If i was counting armor to headshots You'd guys still be working on his!
Ah let's move to Martin, okay?
Get at least one round through

Earrtet Acroud : ((I'm still in the 0))

GM (GM): In need of medical attention!
Martin!

Martin Baron: ( I forgot it's name, but I'm shooting all 7 bullets of my Colt in one action. )

GM (GM): Well then, he jammed his claw in your throat and ripped out something important!
Big Man!
Okay!

Martin Baron: ( I'm sorry? )

GM (GM): That's the other pistol

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, what's the damage additive for shooting the whole magazine? )
( The 10mm Colt, sorry. )

GM (GM): 20+3d10

Martin Baron: ( And the whole magazine? )

GM (GM): So it's 3d10+20+35

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(95)= 95

Valerie P. Awsum: ( SCORE)

Martin Baron: ( Head's practically gone. I'm aiming for his legs. )

GM (GM): You take his legs off!

Martin Baron: rolling 3d10+20+35
(4+9+1)+20+35= 69
"WHO'S #$(&^%($#( USELESS YOU #$(#$(%(@#(* " Martin yells out as he blasts the Tiger's legs.

GM (GM): Bullets spread flesh and shatter bone as you empty the magazine

Martin Baron: ( 2 actions left too. )

GM (GM): He drops twitching

Martin Baron: ( Taking an action to reload. )
( Using the last to shoot him again. All 7 bullets for damage. )
rolling 1d100
(33)= 33

GM (GM): ( With flourish!

Martin Baron: ( Miss. )

GM (GM): ( Yeah, I'd say his dark secret ability is gone. Unless you can interpret bloody sputtering.
You decimate the dummy behind him!
Theo!

Martin Baron sprays the area around Tiger with bullets, his aim reduced to a shaky mess.

GM (GM): You did not sign up for zombie day!

Jonathan Sommer: ((DUMMY, NO!))

GM (GM): Been listening to this: https://youtu.be/0MbpepXnOhg

Theo?

Theo Gerald: ((HMMMMMMM))

GM (GM): Yeah, it is an unusal situation

Theo Gerald: ((So the junk scattered around us, those ARE mannequins of sorts))

GM (GM): Yes

Martin Baron: ( Just imagine he's a regenerator. And keep fucking shooting him. )

Theo Gerald: ((I knew something was off because I just realized something))

GM (GM): They were there last time the party was there.
( Get your thermal scope on...Hey, you guys could actually do that )
(Crap, youre right. Including the cheap death shot when you take his head off!)

Theo Gerald: ((I'm shooting the mannequins. I think I'm onto something here))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh Lord ))

Theo Gerald: rolling 1d100+20
(48)+20= 68
rolling 1d100+20
(51)+20= 71
rolling 1d100+20
(17)+20= 37

GM (GM): AS GM I CAN"T DICTATE WHAT WOULD BE THE RIGHT ACTION
POP POP POP you take the manaquin hordes down!

Theo Gerald: ((I'm taking a wild as hell guess here but))
((The arrangement is really looking ominous))
((That's all 3 of my moves, inb4 I was overthinking))

GM (GM): Forgot cassidy is here.
Cassidy uses rally
rolling 1d100+45
(67)+45= 112
THEO!
She gives you another action!
"Shoot the monster, you idiot!"

GM (GM): You gain 1 action

Theo Gerald: AAAAAA okay
rolling 1d100+20
(22)+20= 42

GM (GM): Hit!

Theo Gerald: rolling 2d10+20
(6+10)+20= 36

GM (GM): You hit him in the chest!
Silber!
The muslce
The bot
The legend

Theo Gerald: ((I bet I did overanalyze the situation))

GM (GM): Little bit. That was a good idea though.
If this wasn't jimgod I'd have totally done that!
Go all conan the destroyer bit there

Silber body finally springs to life, it begins forcing its way to the tiger. "Fiend! You shall receive swift recompense!"

Silber: (( Can I move the popel in front of me out of the way?))
ech people

GM (GM): Sure

Earrtet Acroud : ((nice to see no one cares about the lil bastard.)
(brb)

Silber forces Sommer out of the way, moving toward the remnants of the tiger. He brings his fist upward to smash the tiger

GM (GM): Roll to hit!

Silber: (( what bonus is that to hit here gain, sorry. ))

GM (GM): +5 per agility
+20 for SEA BAR

Silber: rolling 1d100+20
(46)+20= 66

GM (GM): Hit!
1d10+320

Silber: rolling 1d10+320
(2)+320= 322

GM (GM): With the force of a train you plow into the Freakish Feline

Theo Gerald: ((Oh lord that's got to hurt))

GM (GM): (( I'd taking points for not making a count the pops reference to last session.))
The creature is now disfigured
Still moving, it flails and sputters wildly!
Clay!
Heeey

Valerie P. Awsum: Christ...

GM (GM): Since you had two turns, how about your practice that Rally ability for me

Clayton in unsure of what to do after that, how much could this thing possibly take?

Clayton: (( sure I guess, what roll? ))

GM (GM): More or less you give your actions to others by rolling 1d100+mind
beat 60
This is you being leadership-y

Clayton: rolling 1d100+30
(10)+30= 40

GM (GM): Also, GM's are natural communists

Clayton: (( whelp ))

GM (GM): Oh, you suck!

Clayton: try as he might, Clayton cannot find the inspiration to fight the creature.

GM (GM): This is actually is abit important to test so do it again
If you miss I will go Whiplash on you!

Clayton: rolling 1d100+30
(20)+30= 50
(pfft ))

GM (GM): (( "Guys Uh, get him? Yeah, that's it.))
NOT MY TEMPO!
One last time

Earrtet Acroud : (( Is it time for me to go Cook-I3 now))

Clayton: (( I don't know why, but Clay always gets the bad basic rolls, unless it's killing something. ))

GM (GM): Ah yeah.
https://youtu.be/mVt_1lGTUcg

Clayton: (( I don't think I've ever succeeded a persuasion role with him lol ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Is... is he dead ))

GM (GM): He died long ago,
Still a threat
Val!
Your turn
Apparently, only destroying his body like total creamation puts JimGod down.
Creamation oh dear lord

Valerie P. Awsum: Hey Clay
Maybe we should've destroyed him first...

Clayton manages a nod

Valerie P. Awsum shoots the mannequins. She's not risking anything

Valerie P. Awsum: (( No wait... rush to Earret ))

Valerie P. Awsum rushes to the croc to help him

GM (GM): Well, Does everyone want to skip to Clay to vap him before he gets back up...again?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yes!!!))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Sure))

GM (GM): 3rd vote?

Martin Baron: ( yeah. )

GM (GM): Okay

Cas Hutson: (Yep)

GM (GM): The mess of flesh jumps up to leap at clay!
rolling 1d100+5
(19)+5= 24

Clayton throws his fist forward to try and vaporize it

GM (GM): Mid air hit!
The creature disappears in dust and smoke.
The smell is ungodly acrid

Martin Baron lets out a ragged breath, not sure what to make of the horrific scene before him. He reloads the pistol and shifts himself around to look at Juan, pistol aimed at him. "... What was he talking about, Juan?"

Valerie P. Awsum rushes to Earret and applies medical help

Juan: Well, it's like this...

GM (GM): In a surprise move he uses his whip tongue to take your pistol!
rolling 1d100+25
(39)+25= 64

Martin Baron: ( Fuck, was just about to ask if I could do something )

GM (GM): Sure, what?

Clayton takes a deep breath, shaking the dust off of himself, he only sighs more once he spots Juan

Martin Baron: ( Was gonna shoot the ground as soon as he answered, roll an intimidate. Too late now )

Clayton: "What are you doing Juan, Why?"

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, can I parry? )

GM (GM): Earrtet, grasp to the silver thread?
Yes

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(84)+45= 129

GM (GM): He flicks his tongue, you flick your wrist. He catches air.

Earrtet Acroud : (Brb)

GM (GM): Juan's eyes light up.

Martin Baron: ( GM, I'm gonna be a dick by suggesting this, but... I want to shoot his foot )

Juan: Well, with the missile I thought I could be king of --

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(69)= 69

GM (GM): You cap the lizzer

Cas Hutson reels back from the smell, letting out a huff. Thank god it's all over now- oh wait, &^%^. You spoke too soon over that.

Clayton starts moving toward Juan "Do WHAT with the missile?!"

Juan: I just wanted to be a king!

Martin Baron shoots Juan in his foot, not giving him the time to answer. Keeping the pistol aimed, he yells "WHAT WAS THE TIGER TALKING ABOUT, JUAN?!"

Juan: I don't know... With the radiation scare thing I thought I could double back and take it when you guys weren't interested
Okay...Fire it. I can't actually carry it.

Clayton: "After all I did to keep your ass alive, and you want to stab me in the back? ME?!"

Martin Baron: ( Seems mildly irritated by having a big hole in his foot )

GM (GM): His tone and inflection represents his pain.

Cas Hutson turns to take aim towards Juan, gritting his teeth. This is just in case if he makes any move.

GM (GM): Also he says this while rolling on the ground like a baby

Martin Baron: "We found your ass rotting like a corpse, could've just left you for dead. This is how you pay us back?"

GM (GM): Being sure to hit a dummy on the way Hershel arrives.

Clayton stops in front of him, and he walks away, noticing hershel

Juan: Oh come on, you did worse!
...I'm assuming.

Clayton waves to Hershel uneasily, "You run into trouble while we were gone?"

GM (GM): Seeing more guns at him he waves his hands.

Martin Baron: "By blowing up a #$(%#*( nuke?!"

Hershel: No, for which I blame you all. I hate sitting still, you know that?!

Juan: Wait, wait! This is all a trick by the psycho tiger! Can't you see that?
I mean, who doesn't fantasize about being a bound villain
pretty cat in your lap... And everyone laughs when you do...

Martin Baron: ( I'm shooting him in the other foot. )
rolling 1d100
(38)= 38

Clayton shrugs, "Sorry about that, snakes barred us from coming out the way we came in. We're here now, and we look to be wrapping up."

GM (GM): An actual miss

Martin Baron: ( Eh... transition into intimidation? )

GM (GM): Sure

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(33)+15= 48
( Thanks die )

Earrtet Acroud : ((wait where is my corpse?))

GM (GM): The lizard screams and jumps up.

Cas Hutson: "Just a trick by the psycho tiger!? All I see is you actin' like one yourself, you dumb@&#!"

Juan: Cabron!

Martin Baron: "You want to walk or crawl home?!"

GM (GM): Juan opens his jacket to reveal a clutch of shiney white balls with faces on them.

Martin Baron: ( OH FUCK )(
( GO GO GO )

Juan: Didn't want to do this amigo!

Martin Baron: ( FUCKING HELL I'M SHOOTING HIM IN THE HEAD GOTTA STOP THIS )

Juan: Really, trusting a zombie tiger over me!

Cas Hutson: (DO IT)

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(78)= 78

Juan: Sure, it was true but still!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( LOL ))

Clayton: (( every else should shoot to, death by firing squad and all ))

GM (GM): Juan, with high life preservation skills will dodge
rolling 1d100+25
(65)+25= 90
Oh wow, I didn't expect that.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fire!))

GM (GM): He dives, with the shot glancing his ear!
He tosses three bombs in his roll!

Theo Gerald: ((OH NO!!))

GM (GM): Sorry didn't have atile
So, taking a shot a Juan?
Then the buddies activate

Jonathan Sommer: ((So, shoot and die or don't shoot and live?))
((Or the bombs activate no matter what?))

GM (GM): You guess, you have no idea
Did you get a buddibomb prior to shit coming down?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Nah I'll talk him down ))
Hey Lizard...

Jonathan Sommer points his revolver at Juan.

Valerie P. Awsum: You're outgunned

Jonathan Sommer: "Pals, get away from those."

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(70)+45= 115

Theo Gerald tries to dive away from the bombs and flops in a panic, still too close to them

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(95)+25= 120

Martin Baron tries to shift himself backwards away from the bombs.

Juan: And you're in my blast radius. Not to late to desculate amigos

Jonathan Sommer: "What do you want?"

Theo Gerald screams and dives again, flopping in the wrong direction

Juan: ...Gringos. I didn't make the first move! You all went crazy when the tiger pointed out I wanted the missile, kinda sorta!

Jonathan Sommer: "Yeah, and that shit's gone. So what now?"

Cas Hutson quickly reels himself away from the buddibombs

Juan: Stay back!

Clayton: (( Can I analyze the buddibombs GM? ))

GM (GM): Yes

Clayton: rolling 1d100+30
(78)+30= 108

GM (GM): There is no circuitry in these.
Or parts
In fact
The look like tabletennis balls with faces drawn on them.
WAIT
YES

Clayton: (( ...?))

GM (GM): The faces are drawn with a sharpee

Clayton frowns and charges the lizard

Jonathan Sommer: ((AW SHIT))

GM (GM): Where do you think he would get functioning buddy bombs?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( BTW should I heal Earrtet? ))

Clayton sprints toward Juan, and he throws a punch

GM (GM): They're just mexican bootlegs
He dodges
rolling 1d100+25
(69)+25= 94

Clayton: rolling 1d100+35
(53)+35= 88

Martin Baron wonders why the bombs haven't exploded yet... And why Clayton's charging in.

Juan: [curses in spanish]

Clayton grits his teeth, chasing after him

Clayton: rolling 1d100+35
(27)+35= 62

Jonathan Sommer charges after Juan with Clayton.

Clayton: (( just don't touch me yo ))

GM (GM): Juan is gunning ti for hershel!

Martin Baron: "Guys! They aren't working! They're busted!"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'm stil lnot sure if I should be healing our killer crock ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Roll for tackle?))

GM (GM): Sure, you guys are both faster than him

Jonathan Sommer: ((Agi modifier, right?))

GM (GM): Sure
He will dodge

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(56)+35= 91

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(26)+25= 51

Jonathan Sommer: "GOT YA!"

GM (GM): You tackle him to the ground
(Would think to be a cuss and do the detachable tail.
But nah.
Also, this is funny.

Valerie P. Awsum walks over to Earrtet and checks his pulse

GM (GM): Clay tile is under the fire ring tile in the gm layer

Jonathan Sommer: ((What's my tile under?))

Clayton: (( What? fire ringe tile? ))

GM (GM): Nothing it looks like
Yeah, I put it up to show you what it looks like
HE BURNS WITH RAGE

Theo Gerald: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c4/b7/58/c4b7585560137f2bad001599dd23fac0.jpg

GM (GM): Juan puts Jonathan between him and clay!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_wKk3RIsv8 ))

Theo Gerald: ((clay is ready to eat noodles))

GM (GM): (( Man, where do you guys get this stuff! I gotta stop to laugh now.))

Clayton backs off, trying not to vaporize the raccoon

GM (GM): ((Okay okay, I'm up.))

Valerie P. Awsum pulls a gun on Juan

Jonathan Sommer: ((Go for a flip?))

Valerie P. Awsum: STOP!

Valerie P. Awsum intimidates

GM (GM): Sure, he'll go for a push
This is a lock!
We roll str

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+20
(38)+20= 58

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(34)+25= 59

Jonathan Sommer: ((Damn))

GM (GM): Oh god.

Juan pushs Sommer into Clay!

Jonathan Sommer: "Shit..."

Clayton: (( can Ir oll to dodge ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( QUICK CLAY ))

GM (GM): Sure

Valerie P. Awsum: (( REFLEX ))

Clayton: rolling 1d100+35
(22)+35= 57

Jonathan Sommer: ((DODDDDGGEEEE)))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( :^) ))

GM (GM): Time for bad GM
rolling 1d100+25
(31)+25= 56
Oh, oh!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( :^) INTENSIFIES ))

Martin Baron can do nothing but watch the event unfold before him. Pistol's ready, but there's too many allies in the way to shoot.

Jonathan Sommer: ((The tide turns!))

By the smallest molecule the coon passes by the Clay as he puts all his weight into a side roll!

Valerie P. Awsum decides she has enough and shoots Juan in the legs

Clayton: (( oh boy ))

Theo Gerald: ((too tiny to even think about trying anything grapple-esque without getting squashed))

Hairs, even to the skin, sizzles as Jonathan passes by the narrowest margin possible!

GM (GM): He turns to Val.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10
(73)+10= 83

Cas Hutson: ((Sorry, had to do something quick earlier.))

GM (GM): ((HOW IS THIS A DEADLIER FIGHT THAN FIGHTING THE DEMON GOD?!))
Cas, Juan was revealed to have wanted to use the missile. He was going to return to it when you all left.
His approval rating is very, very low
He pauses when he see the gun pointed right as his face.

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Or rather his legs since I'm shooting at those )

GM (GM): Gosh darn it!
That's different
He headbutts you immediately

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Well either way I just wanted to shoot him ))
(( Initiative? ))
(( Also I'm at 11 HP. So yay!! :DD ))

GM (GM): I don't know. I'd like the juan>everyone else> Juan format
Cas for instance doesn't have to jump in.

Martin Baron: ( Do I have an angle to shoot Juan? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Well my intend was to shoot him ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(10)+25= 35

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+75
(56)+75= 131

GM (GM): He hits you for 5 hp, a restrained blow
That's a hit.
Okay.

Jonathan Sommer: ((GET HIM, ROBOT MAN))

GM (GM): You fall back on you patient and he rolls on the ground again, being shot in the exact same spot
His escape: exactly 15 feet

Juan: Why can't you just let me go!

Valerie P. Awsum slowly gets up and points her gun at Juan "I'm gonna kill you, twerp."

Juan: OR NOT KILL ME!

Valerie P. Awsum: And you know I'm capable of that

Theo Gerald walks up to the mess and tries to separates the two

Valerie P. Awsum takes aim

Valerie P. Awsum: Get out of the way
He just tried frying one of us

Juan: Come one! Think! I know you are all better than what the tiger says!

Theo Gerald slinks away because he has no gut

Valerie P. Awsum grins "You know what the tiger said about me?"

Juan: You were trying to kill me with deadly blancos tech!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I go for a second charge?))

GM (GM): Sure!

Valerie P. Awsum will shoot Juan's arm to show she's not kidding.

Jonathan Sommer gets on his feet, grits his teeth, and charges at the Mexican lizard.

Juan: I know what I saw, you heal people!
...Speaking of, Senior Acroud?

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(50)+35= 85

GM (GM): He's on the ground so that's a hit and a hit
He's in bad enough shape to not be able to run now

Jonathan Sommer goes for a punch to the head.

GM (GM): ...What with the two slugs in the foot and arm!

Valerie P. Awsum puts her gun down

Earrtet Acroud : (( Wait I though i was dead?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I could technically save you but you never gave me OK ))

GM (GM): ((Your decision. You can either be holding onto life or this can be a ploy by Juan to get her to not pay attention))
Well, how far is your head hp, earr?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Roll to punch?))

GM (GM): Nah, its a hit.
He's on the ground

Valerie P. Awsum: (( He's prone ))

GM (GM): Roll damage

Earrtet Acroud : -2

GM (GM): Ah, that's enough
-10 is the limit
House rule.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d10+20
(10)+20= 30

GM (GM): You punch him in the face
He holds his face and squirms

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "SHUT OFF THAT (*%!@! FIELD ALREADY."

Box-O-Rocks: (( back now, internet cut out. ))

GM (GM): Val or whoever is going to try to save the gater
You get 1 chance!

Theo Gerald: ((brb bathroom break))

Earrtet Acroud : (( I just putted 0 cause i thought i died.))

Valerie P. Awsum supports herself on the rifle and rises up to help the gator

GM (GM): You must heal him +10
So roll 70 or better, and even then he is considered badly wounded
Ah, no
Let's make it 110

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+20+30
(16)+45+20+30= 111
(( PHEW ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((DAMN))

Earrtet Acroud : NOT EVEN CLOSE BABY

Jonathan Sommer: ((What's with these +1's all of a sudden))

GM (GM): http://www.justforthebeach.com/store/images/product/full-sheet-set_1.jpeg

Box-O-Rocks: (( Did I miss much, I tried to type that Clay turned his Zero Field off after Sommer missed him, but it didn't go through ))

GM (GM): Earrtet!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Ah it didn't then ))

GM (GM): You live
You have a trachiotomy pipe, but you live!

Valerie P. Awsum after all of this wants to go 'home'

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton, I got him on the ground))

GM (GM): Undead tiger doesn't even taste that good, anyway!

Box-O-Rocks: (( Cool, sorry I couldn't help. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Juan now has a slug in the arm and the leg ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((It's alllllllright))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( To teach him about dangers ))

Earrtet Acroud : earrtet lays still on the ground gasping air

GM (GM): (( Didn't miss much. They are stomping Juan. The other lizard survived.
(( I'm going to make that rule official. Med skill: Save from death 110 minimum.))

Jonathan Sommer goes for another punch, this time restrained.

Clayton rubs his head, at least they were all mostly okay. He still didn't know what to think of Juan.

Earrtet Acroud : "Guys, I need to change my life..."

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d10+20
(2)+20= 22

GM (GM): Crap.

Martin Baron sees that the situation with Juan is... somewhat handled.

GM (GM): Thunder is hitting my area.
I've got to log to protect my rig.
Good job everyone!
Next session: We'll turn in the quest.

Jonathan Sommer: Noice

Valerie P. Awsum: And process Val

GM (GM): Also talk abit about my new setting.

Valerie P. Awsum: Oh fuck
Guys
This is perfect

GM (GM): Thus we see the invention of the topsider stamp for those forms

Valerie P. Awsum: You could trade in Val and her secrets to Flask

GM (GM): later guys!

Jonathan Sommer: Cya

Valerie P. Awsum: Later

GM (GM): I hope you had fun, I did!

Valerie P. Awsum: Sure did

GM (GM): And you fought I!