Space RPG Session #3

GM (GM): https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcW9EbXZJdVBEYVU
That's the pdf.
Here's the word
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBb0hmanRaZTl0LWc

Fried Silver: Speaking of hash, he is also called the Hash Slinger due to the fact that he buys it for his friends.

GM (GM): I realize it's much easier to navigate with the heading pane in word.

Suule S.: I have really bad experience with potheads at games.

GM (GM): I'm sorry, we talk of Hash Goblin and I cannot picture him as anything but Glumshakes from the skylanders cartoon.
Very poor attendance.

Box-O-Rocks: Potheads can be real hit or miss depending on how they are played

GM (GM): Then they want to light up at the table.

Fried Silver: He'd Probably say stuff like "I cast bullet to stab!"
In character

GM (GM): Slightly worse than vape guys.
That's hilarious

Box-O-Rocks: Anyone know the status on Martin or Jeffery?

Fried Silver: Nope

GM (GM): Ah, we have many things to discuss!
Martin just said he wouldn't make it today.

Suule S.: Jeffery can't make it either

Box-O-Rocks: ah, alright

GM (GM): It's the virus.

Fried Silver: I bet the flu shots did it.

GM (GM): I had to chug some nightquill to make it here.
Probably. They did not help as advertised.
Last year they had the pneumonia vaccine, anyone get that?
BAH!
Sidetrack!
Here are the updates for the game this week!

Fried Silver: BACK TO THE GAME! I WAS BEATING UP NOT EARRTET WITH MY FISTS!

GM (GM): Addition: Combat styles
pg 60
Instead of the usual +to hit they modify damage.
Since you guys showed up you can choose one.
Even the robot
Combat fighting styles

GM (GM):
Intricate moves perfected over
thousands of hours of practice and study.
Fighting styles give special bonuses to your

GM (GM):
melee attacks.Takes 20 points.
Martial arts: Double dice on hand to
hand melee moves. Gain +10 per level.

GM (GM):
Knife Fighting Style: The fairnbanks-
sykes styel: Doubles dice rolled from knife
attacks. Gain an additional attack while using a

GM (GM): knife.
Pole arms: gain an additional attack
with bates, clubs, or sticks.

GM (GM): Judo: You may flip a target instead of
parrying their attack. Prerequisite: Martial
Arts.

GM (GM): Jujitsu: Unarmed melee attacks bypass
a target’s body armor. Prerequisite: Martial
Arts.

GM (GM): Wreslting: Wrestling moves do double
damage. Throwing distance is doubled.
Also, alot more Logos equipment. It's like a build a bear thing.

Ready? Let's begin

Fire bellows from the hotel apartment as you look on. The gangers are either dead or soon to be!

Box-O-Rocks pulls the drone higher in the air, around 300 ft, circling the building.

Fried Silver: "&^#$% DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

Suule S. dusts herself off and looks at her arm "I... think I'm up for another skin graft

GM (GM): The gator will naturally attempt to run away.

Ramiel: (( can I roll perception to look for a fleeing possum? ))

GM (GM): Sure!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+45
(19)+45= 64

GM (GM): You don't find her as the smoke rises
You do see incoming police and fire engines!

Ramiel pulls the drone down back to himself. "Police on the way!"

Joanna: RUN

Fried Silver: "%@# BOYS IN BLUE ON ENEMY FRONT! THEY'RE JUST BABY TROOPERS TO ME!"

GM (GM): ((Was that a tf2 quote?))
You withdrawl!

Fried Silver: (( They're not tiny baby man.))

Ramiel pulls back farther away from the fire as the vehicles pull up

GM (GM): You withdraw!
You return to the shop as it was the nearest hideout!
Hey dude!

Jakob Yasha: ( Sorry y'all, was out a bit. )

Fried Silver: " ... Civilians detected, activatint ^$@%^$...."

Jakob Yasha: ( I didn't say anything about being out a bit. )

GM (GM): (We figured it out.)

you have defeated Honey and her gang! With that you must ponder the information you have just learned.

Ramiel looks over his wound, luckily, his suit took the brunt of the hit. "Yo robot, can you dress wounds?"

Fried Silver: "... No medical supplies on hand...."

Ramiel: "What good are you then?"

Jakob Yasha: ( 195 / 340 HP Messed up something bad, but I'm still kicking. )
( Still feel like an idiot for that car stunt. )

GM (GM): Proceed to a hospital?

Joanna: Yeah...

Fried Silver: "... Civilian mode activated..."

Ramiel: (( Can I get my suit repaired first? ))
(( I'll do it later then ))

GM (GM): You go to the hospital!
How is the most damaged?

Ramiel: (( Jakob ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Thought Joanna was about to keel over )
( Also, I might bug out for a few minutes in a little bit. I'll be back, but wont be here for five to twenty minutes. )

Ramiel: (( either way, I only have a minor flesh wound ))

GM (GM): ((Actually it's a toss up. Joanna's arm is almost destroyed, Jakob has -100+ hp. and Ram has -71 hp. With armor he should be half dead.

Jakob Yasha: ( What's the cost for getting one of us healed or both? )

Joanna tries to call a nurse

Jakob Yasha: ( If it comes down to one getting healed, Suule's character can get healed. I'll be fine. )

Fried Silver: "... No civilians detected, activating COMBAT MODE..."

GM (GM): Nurses see your bloody wounds and rush you to the ER, you to Ramiel!

Jakob Yasha 's suit is ruined. Small holes litter the suit and white shirt, blood staining the fabric.

GM (GM): You are fully healed!

Joanna: We had a bit of a car crash...

Fried Silver: "NEGATIVE, WE HAD COMBAT EXPERIENCE WITH HOSTILE SOLDIERS!"

Doc and just happen to fall on a twelve gauge slug?

Ramiel: "With bullets, are you an idiot?"

Jakob Yasha: "...It was a bad accident."

Fried Silver: (( Yeah guys, we were driving a shipment of bullets and crashed.))

Doc: Right, we heard about that gangwar downtown. It's not a thing to admit you got caught in the corssfire.

GM (GM): ((Corssfire))

Joanna: Well guess what was caught in a crossfire
Our fucking car

Fried Silver: "CIVILIAN WE'RE NOT PUNKS! WE'RE SOLDIERS OF CROUTIAN!"

M: 'am! There is no need to be rude.

Ramiel: "Shut off your damn robot!"

Nurse: what is that thing's problem?

Jakob Yasha: "Bad programming."

GM (GM): The doctor, having exceed his twenty seconds alotted for personal interests, has returned to work.

Fried Silver: "WHAT ARE YOU A FILTHY DEVILIFAN SUPPORTER? DO YOU WANT A TRIP TO THE DEATH THRONE!?!"

Nurse: ...Anyway, here's the bill.

Ramiel exhales loudly, "Finally."

GM (GM): The nurse hands you each a bill.

Ramiel: 3,000

Joanna smacks Silver "Shut up"

GM (GM): Joanna: 5,000
Did jakob get treatment?

Ramiel: (( not sure. Martin already left though ))

GM (GM): Probably not, given his usual characters.
At this time you we a man covered in burns approach you.

Fried Silver: " ... Sir we don't need your damn book you cooked morman..."

Joanna crushes pissed off

Fried Silver: "4313$!..."

Joanna crushes the bill pissed off

Fried Silver: Ey its the have you seen this man guy

GM (GM): He begins

Fried Silver: "BY GOD THIS PLACE SHOULD BE TRIALED FOR CHARGING SOLDIER WHO FIGHT FOR THEM!"

man: You guys look like you're combat trained...

Man: and you have some advanced tech

GM (GM): The man eyes the robot.

Box-O-Rocks sighs, "Out with it."

GM (GM): I can help you with those bills and then some.

Joanna: Look mister, I'm just a movie star

GM (GM): he says

Man: I don't judge.
It's okay to be scared. Here, I'll just tell you what you should do and you can act like you're not listening.
Just look off in the distance and everything will be fine.

Fried Silver: Fried looks at the men. "GRAND ADMIRAL ON DECK! $!#@$%#!%..."

Ramiel stares at the Man, "You can't be serious about this whole song and dance."

Now: now, I know you men and women have talents that normal people lack.

Man: You all came in here with wounds that would send normal people howling in pain and you didn't even blink.
People like you all can do much good to the world, so hear me out.

Fried Silver: "IT'S EXPECT FOR THE SOLDIER OF CROUTIAN SIR!"

Man: My name... Is Abelard.

Joanna slaps Silver

Abelard: Your robot may spout nonsense but he does speak the truth.

Ramiel: "You have to take him out of combat mode you dolt."

Abelard: I do need soldiers.

Fried Silver: "TRAITOR!" Fried start to do the 4 knuckle fiesta on Joanna.
rolling 1d100 + 20
(4)+20= 24

GM (GM): ((Oh that would void his warranty so hard.

Joanna: rolling 1d100+35
(29)+35= 64

Joanna blocks it easily

Joanna: SILVER, COMBAT MODE OFF

Ramiel turns back to man, "... and what does this work entail exactly? I'm not a front-line soldier. I pilot aircraft and drones."

Fried Silver: "TRAITOR, YOU FILTHY DEVILFAN LOVER!"

Man: Excuse me a second

GM (GM): The man raises his hand with much bravado!

Fried Silver: "... Are you sure admiral?"

Silver is slides clear to the back of the hall!

Abe: I'm a man of some influence.

Fried Silver: "BY GOD IM SURROUNDER BY ALL THESE TURN COAT FUCKER!"

Abe: I do not like to demonstrate my power, you see, but my organization has ousted me. I would be appreciative if you could go and make them see rational thought.

GM (GM): Silver! You try to walk and get nowhere! It's like every surface you touch is slick like ice!

Fried Silver: "UNIT NOT FIT FOR ICE CLIMATE, FUNCTIONALITY DEMMED #@$%...."

Man: I have removed Silver's friction. Would you like it back, Fried Silver?

Ramiel looks back and forth between the the robot and the man. "How... did you do that?"

Fried Silver: "I'M PROGRAMMED FOR LOYALTY! I'LL NEVER BACKSTAB THE PEOPLE OF CROUTIIAN! 2#$%@$#% Jesus Crist, this fucker keeps on think the storage room is a fucking ice planet..."

Abelard: Do not concern yourself, for you cannot understand if I explained it you!" He says with a puffed out chest.

Fried Silver: "DISFUNCTIONING, TURNING OFF POWER..."

Jakob Yasha: I'm back baby

Abelard: If you would be so kind as to proceed to Enlightened Yield Estates and kill a man named Jacob, I will reward you.

Ramiel: (( We met a magic man ))

Joanna: ...kill?

Abelard: Transition his consciousness from one corporeal state to the next, undefined state if you wish to see it that way.

Fried Silver: "ENEMY OF DEVILFAN IS ALLY OF CROUTIAN!... $%@#5 Really do we need to arm all of our bots with a defence mode?"

Ramiel: "If the pay is good, so am I..."

Jakob Yasha: "And what is it you require of us?"
( And yeah, I wont add on the costs. $4000 for one guy is too much, I don't want to really fuck ourselves over. )
( Disregard that, read through it. )

Abe: Enlighten Yields is a small suburb on the outsides of the the city. Take the highway north, or use your space ship.

Jakob Yasha: "What is it this man did to you?"

Fried Silver: "JAKOB YASHA DON'T LISTEN TO THEM, THEY'RE TRAITORS!"

GM (GM): Silver! You get your molecular friction back!

Abe: I'll let you be, it is time for my next surgery.

Jakob Yasha: "Quiet down, trash can. Or I'll make you one."

Fried Silver: "ICE NOT DETECTED, COMMENCE EXECUTION ON TRAITOR."

GM (GM): The man walks off in to a room.

Jakob Yasha: "Should we take up his job? These hospital prices are steep... But at least we'll all OK."

Ramiel: "We need the monay."

Fried Silver: Fried charges at Joanna in a football like tackle

Joanna: Can someone turn off this stupid ass bot before it kills me?

Jakob Yasha: "That is true. I wont go get surgery, or we'll be really in trouble."

Jakob Yasha obliges, standing in front of Joanna to intercept the charge.

Ramiel: "you can disarm him Joanna. You are it's owner. "

Joanna: I've told him already
COMBAT MODE OFF

Fried Silver: "TRAITOR, FIRING AT ALLIES!"

GM (GM): ((There's a switch in his neck, iirc. Is was that not?))

Fried Silver: (( No, Ramial was checking the hardware

Ramiel: "Combat mode off, you old piece of junk. "

Fried Silver: " COMBAT MODE OFF..."

GM (GM): ((I man, I had a song for this and everything!))

Ramiel: (( Was it benny hill? ))

GM (GM): ((...yes.))

Fried Silver: "Was the mission a success guys?"

Joanna looks at Silver with rage

Jakob Yasha: "Next time you do this again: I rip your legs off." Jakob tells Silver plainly.

Joanna: You tried smacking me you crazy bot

Fried Silver: "What did I do guys?"

Ramiel lays a hand on the bot's shoulder. "Why did you only listen to my command?"

Fried Silver: "I mean I just..." Fried Silver curls up into a ball and sits on the floor.

Joanna: Great...
Okay.
That guy was scary as fuck. I don't really like guys offering me shifty deals
But our wallets ARE dry

Jakob Yasha: "I don't want to divert from my goal, but we do need this. We should take this offer."

Ramiel: "YOUR wallet is dry. I just don'y have enough to pay, and-" He turns to Jakob, "YOUR wallet had damn well better not be dry."

Jakob Yasha: "It wont be. What happened earlier was outside of our control. This will be different."

GM (GM): ((Ramiel remembers he was supposed to be paid.))

Joanna looks over her hand with an ointment over her burnt tissue

Joanna: "Plus I need a new armjob

Ramiel: (( You did get an armjob ))
(( healed up right? ))

Jakob Yasha reaches into his pocket and produces his wallet, grabbing the wad of cash from within. "This is 416 dollars. Will this satisfy you for now?"

Jakob Yasha: ( What I'm doing is like seeing a dying through starvation person and offering him a stale, hamburger bun I got from the sidewalk. )

Ramiel snatches the money, "For now, but I won't be so gracious if this is the degree of work I can expect."

GM (GM): (Luckily it's still legal tender)
((Oh yeah, rocket fuel ain't cheap.)

Jakob Yasha: ( That check should've covered it )

Fried Silver: Accessing C6-6 info packet.

GM (GM): ((Oh sure.))

Jakob Yasha: "Let's go find this Jacob. Are you able to go, or do you need more rest?" Jakob asks Joanna.

Fried Silver: "Uh Ramiel, I'm no expert on spce ships but im sure you are, does this make and model have enough energy to handle traveling to Logos?"

Jakob Yasha: ( It's on the outskirts of the city we're in )

GM (GM): ((Almost surprised to find Silver not talking about glorious croatia.

Ramiel: (( Do I need to roll for that? ))

GM (GM): Nah, and yeah.

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh, nevermind, thinking of the guy we gotta hit )

Joanna waves her hand "I'll be fine."

GM (GM): You don't have enough fuel to say, go to logos and back but jumps around the planet are nothing on the fuel tank.

Joanna: I'm more concerned that Honey might want to track us down

Fried Silver: (( That's not Silver, That's 41234-C Combat mode Civilian Robot Defense mode code.)

Joanna: Given that I accepted that thing... she still might give me a second chance

GM (GM): ((Or burn your face off. 50/50
So, actions?

Jakob Yasha: "Hm. As long as we keep an eye out and don't hesitate, she will die. Filthy abomination of a thing she is."

Fried Silver: "So guys, what ever he did I apologise."

Joanna: I don't remember her being this crazy the last time
Just pushy
And creepy

Ramiel shrugs, "Whatever you say, big guy... So are we taking my ship or are we going by tram to this guys house?"

Jakob Yasha: ( Tram might make it harder to escape after the deed, but the ship might be damaged by lord knows what going there / landing. I'm thinking tram, how about y'all? )
( Landing and someone sabatoges it, I dunno. I'm good with either or )

Fried Silver: "i vote Tram. Or whatever Joanna votes."

Joanna: Tram is better. Landing with a ship will put everyone in high alert

Fried Silver: "Oh and can we make a Quick trip to Logos after this mission?"

Jakob: Ah, we went over updates. There are fighting styles in the skill section and Logos armor and weapons now.

GM (GM): Whoop.
3 for Tram!

Jakob Yasha: ( My disguise has foiled, I was the GM all along )

Ramiel nods, "Tram it is then."

GM (GM): After some time on the tram you get to the sunny suburb of Enlightened Yields.
Row after row of sterile, identical houses on perfectly manicured lawns.
You note here on Burbon lp there are two police officers, armed and ready?

Fried Silver: (( Are we doing the Counterfit hiest from PAYDAY now? ))
(( well i guess were late then, the clowns allready got to them.))

GM (GM): ((Should I play that game? People keep talking about it but I never have.))
At this point a fox in a sundress aproaches with a cooking pot in hand.

Jakob Yasha: ( It's fun, but has DLC up the ass. It's a complicated feeling )

Fried Silver: (( I find it fun but their is a arse load of dlc, so get it when its on sale.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Plus it's a heist from the first game. Was a very fun game, but the online is pretty dead. )

Foxy: Hello and welcome! Are you visiting?

Fried Silver: (( The heist is now in the 2nd one now))

Jakob Yasha: "Yes... What is with the cops?" Jakob asks, buttoning the jacket to hide the blood stains on his white shirt.

Fried Silver: (( wolf pack dlc.))

Jakob Yasha: ( They'll be adding in the entirety of the first game in there in no time. )

Ramiel: (( Has map changed? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Just missing, what, three heists? )

Fried Silver: No

Foxy: Peace and security go hand in hand!

GM (GM): Yeah.

Jakob Yasha: ( We're at a suburbia, so if you're still at the hospital, yeah we changed )

GM (GM): ((You should be seeing a crappy suburb with a crappy overmap.

Box-O-Rocks: (( I was still at the hospital ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah, reload )

Fried Silver: I see it now

Joanna: (( Still hospital here ))

Fried Silver: f5

Foxy: So, what brings you to our happy homes?

Box-O-Rocks makes a point to avoid the fox. He searches for cozy spot out of sight to set up.

Box-O-Rocks: rolling 1d100+45
(13)+45= 58

Jakob Yasha: "We're just touring..." Jakob says, studying the two armed police officers.
( Can I make a perception roll on the two, see what they're up to? )

Fried Silver: " I was hired for a cookout here, and these are my owners, we ca't find the party due to the high similarity."

GM (GM): You think you might have some cover in the bus station down the street. On you looking, you see that three of the neighbors are outside doing banal tasks... conviently facing your party's backs.
Sure!

Suule S. smiles at the officers pointing at Jacob "My friend here is taking me for a tour. You've probably heard of me, I'm Joanna. The acress"

GM (GM): Perception is like investigation!

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+15
(34)+15= 49

GM (GM): ((Oh god the panda is back!
You notice something off about these guys.
You finally notice.
((I'm giving you a bonus because you clearly have a hunch.))
The policemen have no badges.

Jakob Yasha: ( My tiny bear eyes make it hard. :( )

GM (GM): No ID patches

Jakob Yasha: ( That's completely acceptable excuses to murder them then. )

Box-O-Rocks heads off tot he bus station

Fried Silver: brb

Joanna: (( Uh Oh ))

GM (GM): The fox sees you looking around
Foxy: "Well I hope you enjoy your visit! Here, from me to you!" She hands you her cooking pot.

Jakob Yasha takes note of the missing info, but doesn't show aggression. He has suspicious, but he wants to confirm them. "Is something the matter?" he asks the fox.

Jakob Yasha: ( It's a bomb JC )
( Let's open suppah up )

Fried Silver: Fried grabs the Cooking pot.

GM (GM): As she catterwalks off, she turns back and says, "Remember, if you lived here you'd be home by now!"

Jakob Yasha: ( Thank you Silver )

GM (GM): ((Crap. Foiled!))

Jakob Yasha: ( I can't meta and toss it like a football, I'm sorry. )

Ramiel: (( Am I at the station? ))

GM (GM): Silver, the pot was unusually hot and would have burned a normal mortal!

Fried Silver: "Thank you officer for the cooking supplies!"

GM (GM): Yes you are Ramiel!
Set up BUZZKILL?

Ramiel: (( I like that name for the drone ))
(( yep ))

GM (GM): You deploy the drone.

Ramiel glances around momentarily, before tossing his drone up into the sky, he pulls it up to a decent altitude of 300ft for now.

GM (GM): Mouse is messed up.
brb

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh, I thought you misspelled house and he spotted something. )

Joanna: ... I think this whole neighbourhood is starting to creep me out

Fried Silver: "The similarity of reaping living spaces reminds me of home.~"

Ramiel searches for anything notable from the air.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+45
(59)+45= 104

GM (GM): Hey, first highroll today!

Jakob Yasha whispers to Joanna "The police offers. There's no ID on them. Be wary."

GM (GM): You note something!
There are cops everywhere around here!

Jakob Yasha: "Gang members?" Jakob whispers to her.

GM (GM): Further, you notice something else!
The coldesac down the road people are congregating!

Fried Silver: (( So thats where the party is.))

GM (GM): Further, it looks like they put up a road block down there to prevent traffic!
It looks like the crowd is all listening to one man speak, there are about 50 people there.
You also notice your old pal!

Joanna: ...uh oh...

Ramiel waves Joanna over

Jakob Yasha: ( Do you think the pot's safe to open, Silver? Might be best to sit that down somewhere. )
( Gently. )

GM (GM): ((https://youtu.be/Yzs9WSyZKTg))

Joanna walks over to Ramiel "Something's wrong?"

Ramiel brings her head low and whispers to her. "We got a big group of people in the coldesac, all listening to someone... might be our guy. Guy from the hospital is there too.... I need you to confirm ID before I can take shots from the air."

Fried Silver: Fried Silver heads back to the Tram.

GM (GM): ((Oh no, not that guy. The guy that you rescued from the prison and he stiffed you at the spaceport, that guy.)

Joanna: Do you need me to go there?

Jakob Yasha: ( Wait, who's Jacob? Him? )

Ramiel: (( oh okay. ))

GM (GM): The fat one is the deadbeat, the other guy might be Jacob.
Sorry, I guess I was being confusing.

Ramiel nods, "I need someone to make sure who it is. Do you want to communicate over phone or text?"

cop: Is that a video game?

Joanna whispers "Text" and walks off towards the crowd pretending not to hear the cop

Ramiel shrugs, "It's more of a flight sim."

Ramiel: "I'm training to be a pilot."

Cop: Clearly

Videogames: rot your brain.

Cop: Bus is not for another hour.

Fried Silver: (Any commands? I allready placed the pot in the tram.)

Cop: Hello and welcome" and the cop continues his patrol.

GM (GM): Joanna is going in, anyone joining here.

Jakob Yasha: ( Want me to go or hang back? )

GM (GM): ((Dangit, I was going to hassle silver for littering.))

Fried Silver: Ill head out with joanna

Ramiel waves half-heavyheartedly to the police as he leaves.

Joanna: (( I'll go in alone )

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll stick with Ramiel in case something happens )

GM (GM): You all hang at the bus stop.

Jakob Yasha takes a seat beside Ramiel, watching Joanna walk off. He avoids looking at Ramiel. "Found it?"

GM (GM): The neighbors continue to rake the lawn, in the summer.

Ramiel: "found something..."

Jakob Yasha: "Hm."

Ramiel: "This place ain't right... everything feels fake."

Joanna bites her lower lip... this reminds her of that horror she shot.

Fried Silver: "Well this place feels fine for me, and I spent most of my life in a ship."

GM (GM): You sneak into the crowd.

Fried Silver: (( shite, i was suppose to be with Joanna

Jakob Yasha whispers "They are missing their IDs... Nothing that yells suspicious, but still. Be careful."

GM (GM): There you go.

Joanna tries to determine what's wrong

GM (GM): You walk passed the barricade and into the crowd.

Joanna: ( Per roll?)

GM (GM): Yeap.
You catch Jacob mid speech.

Jacob: And so I thank you all for supporting me in this time of transistion.

Ramiel maneuvers his quadro closer to the crowd, lowering its altitude so it can hide partially behind a house's roof.

Jaco: Now, I have gone down and they have revealed to me a new power!

GM (GM): Jacob waves to a manhole cover, who his assistants remove.
In the sewer hole is filled to the brim with a gel like substance.

Jacob: Who here is willing to embrace THE POWER!

GM (GM): He holds his hand up with bravado

Joanna texts to Ramiel "Something's wrong"

Fried Silver: 'Why are they worshiping the sewers?"

Ramiel texts back, "Is it Jacob?"

GM (GM): (( Well, yeah, all this shit is a Longmire reference and no one has picked it up!))

Joanna responds with "Yes"

Jakob Yasha: ( I don't watch TV, so I wouldn't have gotten it. )

GM (GM): It's netflix
And a book series

Jakob Yasha: ( More or less the same. )
( More or less the same. )
( Just on paper. )

GM (GM): A Parrot woman voluteers!

Ramiel texts again, "get ready to move then. call a cab for us NOW."

Fried Silver: (( I hate television. ))

GM (GM): (( Who doesn't? It's crap.))

Jakob Yasha: "What's going on? Is that more of the parasites?"

Fried Silver: "Joanna, are they going to bathe in human waste?"

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah. )

GM (GM): The parrot is dipped into the gel. Then a blaze of gold light comes from the hole!

Joanna whispers to Silver "I think it's something worse."

GM (GM): During this time Jacob speaks.

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh it's like Dragon Quest. You throw two things down a hole, a bright light appears, and one monster comes out. )

Ramiel: (( Can I make an aim roll at Jacob? ))

Jacob: Sheila, as everyone knows, is an epileptic with a muscular disorder, making her unable to fly.
but by the power given to me by the First Mans, which is my birthright, I have the power to correct such weakness!

Fried Silver: "So what kind of cult is this Joanna? I'm sure you know about them with all the horror movies."

Jacob: To heal infirmity!
Behoooooold!

GM (GM): ((Yeah sure, line that bastard up.))

Joanna: Well if they want a virgin, I'm safe.

GM (GM): The pull the parrot up out of the gel.

Ramiel aims at Jacob

GM (GM): She spreads her wings!

Ramiel: (( You actually just declare aiming right? ))

GM (GM): Yeah.
Right now you have a +10 to hit now.

Joanna text Ramiel "Hold fire..."

Ramiel: (( Can I stack it? ))

Fried Silver: "I'd bet any spare parts i have that she was faking being able not to fly."

Joanna looks for his recently released prisoner in the crowd

GM (GM): The parrot falls on her ass. People laugh as he jokes that she needs practice!
((Yep, this is the sniping aiming actions

Ramiel: "Call a cab Jakob"

Ramiel trains his aim some more.

GM (GM): (( CALL THE CAB NOW!))

Jakob Yasha nods. He opens his cellphone and calls a cab.

GM (GM): +20

Joanna tries to locate that mutt they saved

Fried Silver: (( YELLOW CAR! ))

Jakob Yasha: "Yes, Bourbon street. Thank you." Jakob says, hanging up. "It's on its way."
( Is that the street we're on? )

Ramiel trains his aim one final time, must be sure

Jacob: Well, thanks for coming. I'll venture again into the depths and bring out more treasures.

GM (GM): +30

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+45+30
(70)+45+30= 145

Jacob: Remember, we are the enlightened!

Joanna: ( Dammit )

GM (GM): You shooting him?

Joanna: ( I was searching for our dog )

Ramiel: (( Yes ))

GM (GM): Close enough for taxi
"Great, we'll have a cab out for you in 45 minutes!
You find him. Lovitz
Wait, sorry, lost track.

Joanna grabs the dog by the shoulder "Well met. What are you doing here?"

GM (GM): Okay, you freaking hit Jacob.
The crowd goes crazy!

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(6+5+8+3+8)+50= 80
(( one more shot ))

GM (GM): Nope

Ramiel: (( drat ))

GM (GM): as he goes down his followers do the human shield thing and drag him off to one of the homes!
It's panic!
Madness!

Ramiel recalls his drone

Fried Silver: ( Activate combat mode ant dual wield pistols and shoot at the croud?)

GM (GM): You are pretty certain you messed his crap up to hell with that shot

Joanna pretends to duck and look around, following the crowd's reaction

Jakob Yasha: "It will be here in 45 minutes." Jakob says, recoiling slightly in his seat as the sound of shot echoes through.

GM (GM): Warning!
Joanna and Silver!

Ramiel: "Not good for us, may have to improvise."

GM (GM): Members have spotted you as outsiders!

Fried Silver: "Please do no harm! I just wanted to see if he could give me a soul!"

GM (GM): They aren't listening! The charge claws and horns full bear!
Jakob and ramiel!

Joanna runs

Ramiel: ???

Fried Silver: "Please don't tell me you need me in combat mode!"

GM (GM): You see your neighbors hop into their cars, back them up into the road, and get out.
They're blocking off this area!

Joanna: JUST RUN, SILVER
RUN

Jakob Yasha: "This isn't good... We should go."

Ramiel: "Yep."

Fried Silver: "WELL JUST DON'T MAKE ANY HI HO SILVER JOKES! Silver mubles about if that was a thing for these people."

GM (GM): You make it to the others at the bus stop!
But the followers have followed you!
Worse, you see the cops calk their weapons!

Ramiel: (( Did my drone make it back yet? ))

GM (GM): Oh yeah,
It's like 3 seconds flight for it.

Jakob Yasha: ( Calk? )

GM (GM): Pull the loader to ready a round? Whatever you call that.

Jakob Yasha: ( You mean cock their weapons? )

GM (GM): That's it!

Ramiel makes a mad dash out of there "Weave between buildings."

Ramiel: (( roll init? ))

GM (GM): ((Yes, they got out a tube of appoxy and just laid it on!
Sure! Next session!

Jakob Yasha: ( I doubt they'll be a threat since they shoved calk in their guns. )

Ramiel: (( did we get exp from the last session? ))

Fried Silver: No

GM (GM): You want your chamber to have that good, airtight seal from moisture.
Differently.

Jakob Yasha: Do we have MP damage? I technically murdered someone by dropping that car accidentally

GM (GM): Yes.
rolling 3d10
(7+5+4)= 16
Ouch.
16 mp.

Joanna: Oh me too
I shot someone in the head

GM (GM): rolling 3d10
(8+4+6)= 18

Jakob Yasha: ( It was a nasty mess once that car hit his skull. And rest of his body. )

Fried Silver: So would Fried Silver take mental damage for COMBAT MODE actions?

GM (GM): Yes.
Your are that advanced.
rolling 3d10
(7+2+8)= 17

Jakob Yasha: Wait wait wait. Does learning martial arts double the already doubled dice I have as a bear?

GM (GM): Not bad.
Yes.

Jakob Yasha: So my bear claws become 1d12+130

Ramiel: Log says last time we did exp was the first session.

Jakob Yasha: No wait

GM (GM): 4d10+130

Jakob Yasha: 12d10

GM (GM): Or that.
Yeah.

Jakob Yasha: Bear claws are 3d10, high strength doubles it, and martial arts could double it again

GM (GM): We have to test this out so everyone gets a combat style.
Which oens do you guys want, or think should be in?

Fried Silver: I'll chose knife since butcher knives and kitchen knives.

Jakob Yasha: Martial Arts. Because I'm already that close to being Brad Armstrong, what's the harm of becoming a near clone of him?

Fried Silver: JOY addiction

Joanna: Polearms

Box-O-Rocks: Judo

GM (GM): Sure.

Box-O-Rocks: bah, wait
I son't have the prerequisite

GM (GM): Eh, Mart and judo.

Jakob Yasha: I was considering getting a drug to be addicted to, but saw how close that would be to being Brad.

GM (GM): We gotta test this out so let's say you get that.

Box-O-Rocks: alright, cool

GM (GM): That and the ones that pre Martial arts are meant to stack with it.

Fried Silver: But first you gotta get both of your arms hacked off.

Jakob Yasha: How do you learn the others?

GM (GM): Oop, with MA its supposed to be +10hp per level.

Jakob Yasha: Normal skill points for buying level 1 skill?
+10?

Fried Silver: and a terry hints in the party.

Jakob Yasha: Parasites are the joy

GM (GM): Ah, it's supposed to be 20 skill points to purchase after CC
Which is very high but it's abit of a power

Jakob Yasha: Well for goodness sake, it made my bear claws go from 6d10+130 to 12d10+130

Fried Silver: GM, would it be ok if Fried Silver had knives built inside his arm for chopping food?

Jakob Yasha: I can fuck up that barricade in one swipe

GM (GM): Sure
2d10
You're a 300+lbs bear in martial arts. You can do some damage/

Jakob Yasha: But alright. Does having Martial Arts add +10 for every level the character gets or every level in martial arts?

GM (GM): I was thinking Combat styles was a once only purchase.
The +10 is supposed to be hp.

Joanna: Yeah
BTW

GM (GM): I watch to many martial arts movies.

Joanna: What's the XP toll so far
I only have like 30 XP gained so far

Box-O-Rocks: We haven't done exp since the first session

Jakob Yasha: Yes, but I mean plus 10 HP for every character level or level in Martial Arts

GM (GM): Character level.

Jakob Yasha: Ok, thank you.

Joanna: Alright

GM (GM): Okay that line is getting editted right now.

Fried Silver: I just realized that my chef has done 0 cooking so far.

GM (GM): Even when you are handed food!
Ooh, we haven't

Fried Silver: Wait the pot had food?

GM (GM): What else would be in a warm cooking pot?

Fried Silver: Boiling water?

Box-O-Rocks: A BOMB

GM (GM): Water is food!
Kinda

Jakob Yasha: Oh my God BOR, a bomb!

GM (GM): I'm not that bad of a GM, I hope

Box-O-Rocks: (( I can tell, I'm pretty much Jock ))

GM (GM): Super XP!
Rescues,
Skill uses
Goals
I'm thinking....
122xp?

GM (GM): Then after that...

Fried Silver: Taking metal damage for being scold at cause of your broken combat mode that you have no control over?

Jakob Yasha: Leveled up.

GM (GM): 30xp for after the prison...
So you should have a total of 152xp
For everybody.
Correct.

Box-O-Rocks: Hey, I leveled
Has anythign changed from the old rpg?

GM (GM): The more that faulty code operates the more it kills, the more it's faulty code messes with your original code.
the RAM remembers
The Ram always remembers

Fried Silver: Oh boy its gonna be like God and Dog from dead money

GM (GM): Metaphilosophy makes the condition worse

Fried Silver: joining the 2 mind together

GM (GM): Anyway.
Next session crap goes down