Endtown RPG Session #52

GM (GM): What is false?
These questions and more!
Alright, let's get the updates out of the way and move on.
1. Lucci ships.
Aaron says that its going to be afew more years until the dimension stuff is relevant so the book stays mud and blood.
Still. There's an entree for that in vehicles

GM (GM): 2. Traps. We've had traps for a while but no formal rules. Now we do. basically it's your roll for making the trap versus your target's perception. This is more of GM tool I'm sure.
3. Leadership
In combat, roll1d100+mind. Beat 80 and you give a target one of your actions.
We'll dial it back and tweak as needed.
Today's theme: https://youtu.be/ndtdnEjIWv4
Ready to begin?

Box-O-Rocks: yep

Jonathan Sommer: Sure

Martin Baron: Yea

Let us begin!

We join our heroes in the heart of the beast! In the heart of the base! It's red beats vibrate danger!

Jonathan Sommer: "Well, shit."

Suule pulls out the radio and looks at Clayton "Hey, Darkman. you're immune to this. As long as you hold this, you can distrup them.

Clayton nods, "I was thinking the same, what should I switch the dials to to only affect the birds?"

Valerie P. Awsum tries remember he biology lessons...

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+30+45+20
(53)+30+45+20= 148

Martin Baron: ( SHIT )
( WE GOTTA MOVE NOW )
( GM, I want to intimidate gun-bird, maybe if I succeed we can still move through that way )

GM (GM): Birds do not have extraordinary hearing at least not when you put them next the gaggle of audio types you have.

at this time a siren blares and a voice is heard over the intercom: Warning: Launch preparations under way.

Evaculate launch areas immediately!

Martin Baron: ( Please let me try to intimidate, we gotta get moving now )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah we should ))
(( Although Val is better at it ))

Jonathan Sommer frowns at Clayton and Vale.

Jonathan Sommer: "If you two got an idea, better do it now."

Valerie P. Awsum grinds her teeth "Run and gun? We can both take hits"

Clayton shakes his head" Fine Fine... let's go!"

GM (GM): Intim-away Martin!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(15)+15= 30

GM (GM): Fiddle with the dial, Val!
rolling 1d100+25
(37)+25= 62
You shout around the corner, the gunner shouts back!

Martin Baron starts screaming at the bird about roasting to death, but couldn't find the right words at the right time. If anything, he might've spooked a child with that threat.

Valerie P. Awsum fiddles with the dial desperate

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Should I roll again or?)

GM (GM): Eh, nah.
You fiddle until the radio emits a terrble screech
You notice the Cromwell retreats back with a groan filling the tubes

Martin Baron tries to block out the radio screeching, unable to tell whether or not the bird has left. "Is it clear?!"

Valerie P. Awsum hands the remote to Clay "We need to act fast"

Clayton takes the remote, I'll head around the side

Martin Baron: ( I have no armor, so I can't be the frontal assault. )

Clayton: (( Can I roll perception to see any effect on the birds? ))

GM (GM): Sure

Clayton: rolling 1d100+20
(59)+20= 79

GM (GM): As you approach the corner you are greeted with a volley of gunfire!
That radio kinda gave you away.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time for a flank attack))

Valerie P. Awsum charges towards the MG emplacement ready to fire

Clayton: (( ROBO SPIDERS ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((What's next, robo scorpions?))

Clayton: (( Can I also roll to toss the radio into the room to distract them? ))

GM (GM): You also notice a giant mechanical vehicle climbing up the sides of the tubes.
((I was thinking more of a shipping crane but this works.))
So who is charging what?
Nah, just say you do.

Clayton: (( Can I toss the radio first? ))
((okay )0

GM (GM): Move the tile where you want

Clayton peeks around the corner briefly, he takes a deep breath and tosses the radio into the room.

Clayton: (( Can I fire from this corner too? ))

GM (GM): Sure.
The gunner has a shield so it's -30 to hit him.

Clayton: (( I'll fire at our mounted mg bird ))
rolling 1d100+20
(67)+20= 87

GM (GM): Still a hit.
With what?

Valerie P. Awsum gonna fire at him too from the side now

Clayton: (( stun ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Wait ))

GM (GM): He has no cover on val's side

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah okay then I'm gonna unload a whole magazine into them
(( Stun or not, the guy set me up ))

Clayton: (( GM, do I see anybody else in the room besides the spider robot thing? ))

GM (GM): Nope
Speaking of.
It's speakers blurt out "Dang filthy walkers!" as the spider climbs back up, up into the shadows of the top of the tube

Valerie P. Awsum charges into the nest and disarms the vulture "Goddamn it."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Am I still wearing the helmet? ))

GM (GM): Sure

Clayton moves in on the other side, "How are we gonna stop this missile?!"

GM (GM): With a loud clang, clang, clang the spider bot drops down the western tube!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is this the part where we start shooting?))

GM (GM): He shouts, "Die slaggers!"
Yes.

Valerie P. Awsum calls the mutt over "Boy... you need to destroy the control box in the command module. Think you can do that?"

Martin Baron: ( Roll initiative or can I shoot right now? )

GM (GM): Val! He's swinging a servo arm at you!

Martin Baron: ( Actually, what's stopping me from slapping it with my hook? )

GM (GM): Timing mostly!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Grab hold of its leg, Martin!))
((Topple the beast!))

Martin Baron: ( Wolves travel in packs, arisen! )
rolling 1d100+15+50
(92)+15+50= 157

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+65
(2)+65= 67
(( Holy fuck ))

GM (GM): Those are hits

Martin Baron: ( Oh, that was my initiative roll )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Mine too ))

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+55
(21)+55= 76

Martin Baron: ( Also, the robo-spider is trying to murder you Val, he just swung a haymaker )

Clayton rushes to find the spider bot, switching his blaster to narrow blast

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(43)+40= 83

Clayton: rolling 1d100+80
(12)+80= 92

GM (GM): Think that's everyone
Martin!

Martin Baron: ( Is he on the flat ground or is he crawling on the wall? )

Valerie P. Awsum: ((( I know ))

GM (GM): (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVB8lM-oCSk I've been listening to music lately.))
Crawling on the wall.

Martin Baron: ( They're pretty rad album covers. )
( Inside the pit or on the wall outside of it? Just want to make sure I don't fall down into the pit with the robo. )

GM (GM): The bot is decorated in yellow and black, it appears to look similar to the Util-mutts

Jonathan Sommer: ((Dangertits is quite a name))

Martin Baron: ( No answer, I'll leap next to it on the edge of the pit, try to whack one of his legs. )

GM (GM): Whoop sorry.
Sure
He's on the wall.
Kind of hard to illstrate that.

Martin Baron: ( Well, he's not on the wall in the deathpit, so if he falls I won't fall in too. Ok, I'd like to leap onto it. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Go for the eye!))

Clayton: (( fair warning, I plan to shoot this thing with a blaster ))

Martin Baron: ( I'll make sure to get off once I hit it. )

GM (GM): Sure
Roll to hit.

Martin Baron: ( Alright, I'm going to take a swing at it's cockpit with the tooth-hook )

GM (GM): He's going to try to swat you away.

Martin Baron: ( For leap? Alright. )
( I'm assuming agility bonus is in play. )
rolling 1d100+45
(11)+45= 56

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(4)+20= 24

Martin Baron: ( Yay. )

GM (GM): Nope you jump and jag
Roll damage

Martin Baron: rolling 6d10+20
(8+10+4+9+5+9)+20= 65

GM (GM): You jab the windshield and it cracks

Martin Baron: (I'm guessing the leap and attack combo were two actions, so I got one left. )

GM (GM): Inside you see a very upset avian

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is it an Emperor Penguin?))

GM (GM): (( Rooster, Rhode Island Red.))

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, that was two actions, so I'm gonna dodge over towards here out of Clayton's sights. Unless it was just one action, then I'd attack once more then dodge out. )
rolling 1d100+45
(62)+45= 107

GM (GM): kk
Clayton!

Martin Baron: ( Sorry that took as long as it did. )

Clayton: (( I'm gonna move over here to get a clear shot. ))
rolling 1d100+20
(26)+20= 46

GM (GM): Okay

Clayton: (( narrow blast setting ))

GM (GM): Okay. Roll damage

Clayton: (( 2d200+150 right?))

GM (GM): Yep

Clayton: (( *2d100 ))

GM (GM): That is more yep

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(14+25)+150= 189

GM (GM): You blast it square center!

Clayton: alright, still up though it seems so I'll blast it again
rolling 1d100+20
(71)+20= 91

GM (GM): Okay.

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(85+8)+150= 243

GM (GM): Another scouring light bathes the beast!
It's turn!
Leadership!

Rhodes: Get up and fight! We are too close to victory you soggy son!

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(66)+40= 106
With his barking the gunner bird staggers up and leans against a wall, clearly using abnormal power to stand!
He then swings at Clayton!
rolling 1d100+20
(43)+20= 63
hit!
Damage

Clayton: (( can't I parry? ))
I changed blaster modes before battle ))

GM (GM): You don't have any actions
Do you?

Clayton: I fired twice and didn't sprint in my move ))

GM (GM): That's three

Clayton: (( Ah, nevermind, that is about my sprint then. ))

GM (GM): Anyway... pucker up.

Clayton: (( aight ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( We both have combat armour ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d10+200
(8)+200= 208

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fucking hell))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Shit son ))

Martin Baron: ( Woah woah woah woah )

GM (GM): A crane arm smacks into with a terrible blow!

Clayton: (( It's alright, I can tank that))

GM (GM): Sommer!

Martin Baron: ( Is this mother fucker on creatine? )
( Oh that's robo spider )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Should I go for the bird or the bird spider?))

Martin Baron: ( I thought that was the stunned bird )

Clayton: (( get that bird ))

GM (GM): Oh no, that was the frigging spider forklift

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is the stunned bird in my sights?))

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, it was just that you transitioned from "bird stands up with abnormal power" and then "he swings at Clayton" )

GM (GM): Actually Sommer, no, not really. But why not?

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll start shooting, then))

Clayton reels back as he's slammed by the crane. He yells back to the group, "Get that bird!"

Jonathan Sommer takes a shot with his revolver.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(5)= 5
((Whoops))

GM (GM): p'ting!

Jonathan Sommer takes another shot.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(2)= 2
((oh))

GM (GM): zing!

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm done))

GM (GM): dice are cruel
Val!

Valerie P. Awsum thinks the best idea now is tell the Mutt to climb the rocket and disable the rocket's control box in the command module... it's a maintence mutt so he can.

GM (GM): The mutt will comply on his turn

Martin Baron: ( So which bird is priority? Gun bird or spider bird? )

Valerie P. Awsum 's gonna unload a whole magazine into the windshield

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10
(50)+10= 60

GM (GM): damageo

Clayton: ((I think maybe spiderbird, but we can't afford to really ignore the gunbird))

GM (GM): Roll damage, val

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 5d10+50
(3+4+3+5+10)+50= 75
EAT LEAD, MUTIE

GM (GM): The windshield is heavily damaged!
Martin!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I get two actions right? Or was issuing specific orders one? ))

GM (GM): Ah, I suppose not.
Last action?

Clayton: (( Suule? ))

GM (GM): Let's move, maybe a pidgeon landed on the wire or something.
We'll take his turn when he gets back.
Martin

Valerie P. Awsum throws that powder charge she had onto the spider

Martin Baron: ( I'm gonna go deal with gun bird, moving to him. )
( Never mind then. )

GM (GM): Oop there we go.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( SOrry!! Was putting the dishes in the sink ))

Clayton: (( oh, alright ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Throw is using melee bonus ))
??

GM (GM): Yes
Works for baseball pitchers

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+25
(78)+25= 103
(( That's a screwball ))
(( still going for the windscreen ))

GM (GM): You throw the charge and it gets snagged on the windshield.
Martin!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( It doesn't explode? ))

Martin Baron: ( Moving into melee range with the bird. )

GM (GM): The mutt moves out.

Jonathan Sommer: ((It was supposed to explode?))

Martin Baron: ( I can probably pick the gun up with one action and then try to intimidate with the last. )

Clayton yells to the group once more, stop these birds at all costs! It's all or nothing now!"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( It was? ))
(( I mean sure it was... wait Martin. Use the molotov!! ))
(( Fry the bastard ))

Martin Baron: ( The spider? Alright. )
( GM, I'm throwing a molotov jar at the spider. )
rolling 1d100+45
(62)+45= 107

Clayton: (( make sure to stop that bird if possible ))

GM (GM): Okay!
rolling 1d10
(5)= 5

Martin Baron: ( Does that set off the charge? )

GM (GM): ...That would, huh?
I'll roll.
rolling 3d10+30
(8+1+4)+30= 43

Martin Baron: ( Pretty sure it would. Would be a poor powder charge if it didn't. )

GM (GM): With a cracking pow the front end is hit with a blast
Last action?

Clayton: ( (What is this thing looking like now? ))

Martin Baron: ( Either I can pick up the gun so the bird wont have it or test my luck with intimidation again. )

GM (GM): Still pretty strong. The windshields is smashed to hell.

Clayton: (( I'd grab the gun, the spider migjht just roll leadership again. ))

Martin Baron: ( I think taking the gun away from him sounds better, unless there's a way to disarm the gun without picking it up so he wouldn't just take it from me and start firing again. )
( Would probably take 2 actions to grab it and take out the bullets. GM, I'm taking the birds toy away. )

GM (GM): Okay.
That's, three actions, right?

Martin Baron: ( End turn. Yeah )
( I got his bullet hose now. )

GM (GM): Clayton!

Jonathan Sommer: ((But what about his other guns?))
((POW POW))

Clayton aims at the cockpit and fires

Clayton: rolling 1d100+20
(38)+20= 58

GM (GM): Its a hit, it's more cracks than not. What is this crap made of?!

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(99+10)+150= 259
((that contrasts ))

GM (GM): The windshield explodes, revealing the pilot, exposed!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Great! ))

Clayton: fire again
rolling 1d100+20
(67)+20= 87

GM (GM): He robo-blocks
rolling 1d100+20
(83)+20= 103
Roll damage. It goes to NE arm

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(78+85)+150= 313
(( That arm better be melted yo ))

GM (GM): The arm is damaged

Clayton groans, and he fires at the cockpit one last time.

Clayton: rolling 1d100+20
(47)+20= 67

GM (GM): Bock!
rolling 1d100+20
(75)+20= 95

Clayton: bird chip or a block?

GM (GM): This si the E arm
Block
Like legos

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(91+7)+150= 248

Clayton yells, "DIE ALREADY!"

Clayton: (( I've never wanted a crit so much in my life ))

Martin Baron: ( With two arms down he should be slipping off the wall already )

Clayton: (( firing three times will be my actions ))

GM (GM): (( Nonsense, this is neatherland construction! Makes of the toaster that aliens use as money. And likely ground up and snort!))

Clayton: (( 540 damage man.. ))

GM (GM): Rhodes in a furry! He strikes a Val!
rolling 1d100+20
(44)+20= 64

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Bring it on ))

GM (GM): 1d10+200

Clayton: (( That is good construction then for something not intended to to take fire. ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d10+200
(10)+200= 210

Valerie P. Awsum tanks it "That's all you got, rustbucket?"

GM (GM): He grabs Clayton!

Clayton: (( the 10 is really just salt in the wound huh?"

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(88)+20= 108

Jonathan Sommer: ((please no))

Clayton: (( Man GM, just take all the good rolls on this boss. ))

Now the GM bees a bastard!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Don't worry I have a plan ))

GM (GM): As a free action he lets clayton go!

Clayton: (( How many actions does this guy get anyway if he blocked twice in the last round, just attacked, then grabbed me? ))

Martin Baron: ( ??? )

GM (GM): Block is actually free
No one every used it!

Clayton: (( I always though parry was our only option there? ))

Martin Baron: ( Best to completely avoid damage than reduce it. )

GM (GM): Clayton falls 100ft!

Clayton: (( I hope there is water here... ))

GM (GM): Well, your arms are as strong a a steal wall.
You take 18d10 in fall damage.

Clayton: fugg

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Goddamn ))

GM (GM): rolling 18d10
(4+8+4+8+10+4+1+2+2+4+8+8+10+10+10+10+1+6)= 110

Valerie P. Awsum: (( 555-COME-ON-NOW ))

Martin Baron: (( FUCKING MAKE A ROLL TO REDUCE THAT SHIT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CLAYTON )

GM (GM): Now, quiz time!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Better get some mutt legs))

Clayton: (( 332 armor now

GM (GM): What can clayton do to minimize the damage?

Clayton: (( roll? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Grab onto the sides of the tube?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Grab ))

Clayton: (( rolling seems to be the only logical conclusion if I can't reach the walls. ))

Martin Baron: ( Tumbling, acrobatics, grabbing onto a nearby item to catch himself and ruin his arm )
( And oh shit, he's in the radiation pit )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Welp ))

GM (GM): Times up! Roll tumble
pg 23
Jonathan!

Martin Baron: "Clayton! Oh #$(%@# god!"

Clayton: rolling 1d100+35
(76)+35= 111

GM (GM): roll 4d10
You recover that much

Clayton: rolling 4d10
(8+10+9+1)= 28

GM (GM): You put your legs in first and only -mildly- hit the water like concrete.
Sommer!

Jonathan Sommer grits his teeth.

Jonathan Sommer: "... &$%#er."
((If I were to jump, can I make it through the shattered glass?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Haha we had the same idea ))
(( Maybe you should let me handle this ))

GM (GM): Sure
Let's do a melee attack roll to see if you do.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Shouldn't that be tumbling ?? ))

GM (GM): (( I hope this is a challenging fight... I can't find the right song for it though.))
Yes, or acrobatics really.
Or dance if you really, really bend it.

Jonathan Sommer: ((What's the difficulty?))

GM (GM): Beat 910
90

Valerie P. Awsum: (( PHEW ))

GM (GM): Well...

Martin Baron: ( Nah, beat 910 )

GM (GM): 120

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Don't scare us like that D...))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Err...))

GM (GM): Fingers slip

Valerie P. Awsum: (( 120 is a long shot, Jon, how much do you have? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((If I miss, do I grab onto something else or do I go down?))

GM (GM): It's a moving target that's on fire and swinging wildly.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( You will go down probably ))

GM (GM): Normally you'd go down but I would say that you should say, "If I miss this I plan my angle to hit a ledge

Jonathan Sommer: ((So something like this?))

GM (GM): Sure
Roll tumbling or acro
Have acrobatics?

Jonathan Sommer: ((No))

GM (GM): Then you'd probably fall.
Go for it anyway!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Uh, alright))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Jon I swear... ))
(( If you'll die, I'm gonna bring you back and kill you ))

GM (GM): Oop, forgot

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh boy))

GM (GM): rolling 2d10
(3+4)= 7
Fire spread

Martin Baron: ( Please don't, just fire at the guy and keep going for him past the windshield. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah man ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yeah, I just realized I need a high roll to even pass))
((Like, very high))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I have +25 on AGL and +10 from Tumbling and that's vs 120 difficulty
(( 15% ))

Jonathan Sommer takes aim through the windshield.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah man ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yeah, I just realized I need a high roll to even pass))
((Like, very high))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I have +25 on AGL and +10 from Tumbling and that's vs 120 difficulty
(( 15% ))

Jonathan Sommer takes aim through the windshield.

GM (GM): Okay!

Martin Baron: ( I have 45 agility bonus and tumbling skill of 2 and I still wouldn't make that roll. )

Jonathan Sommer puts his over on his revolver and prepares to fan.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( It's good that the whole skill slider thing works out in the end ))

GM (GM): Also, moving vehicle. -30

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll use the fan for aiming, then))

GM (GM): That's an idea
+25 for half the cylinder,

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35-30
(74)+35-30= 79

GM (GM): Hit!
Damage!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 4d10+40
(5+9+7+3)+40= 64
((End turn))

Valerie P. Awsum grabs the MG left by the vulture and decides to empty the whole belt

GM (GM): You hit rhodes with a hard slug! He grabs his chest and the beast heaves, then steadies.
((You mean the one Martin is holding?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh Martin got that? ))
(( He was slugging moltovs so I didn't notice ))

Clayton: seems so

GM (GM): Now more than ever:
https://youtu.be/c1emtGLDrlU

Martin Baron: ( Yeah I picked that up as my last action so the bird wouldn't use it )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Then I'll grab it from you and start to blast. ))

GM (GM): (( Sure, that works.))

Valerie P. Awsum is already pissed off totally

GM (GM): He gonna block that.
rolling 1d100+20
(55)+20= 75

Valerie P. Awsum: (( He can try ))
rolling 1d100+10
(90)+10= 100

Martin Baron: ( Oh fuck me I know what the gun bird can do to fuck us over )

GM (GM): Sheet, pure white fitted sheets.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( WHOLE damn belt ))

Martin Baron: ( Get away from the edge of the pit! )

GM (GM): .50 seigried. 50+5d10

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 50+5d10
50+(4+4+5+5+5)= 73

GM (GM): Sorry, 6d10+60

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 60+6d10
60+(2+5+8+6+7+8)= 96

GM (GM): So, it's just one shot?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I mean man, whole damn belt. reload will take a bit plus I am aiming at that beak of his ))

GM (GM): +100 then.
The belt is now at 30%

Valerie P. Awsum fires again

Valerie P. Awsum wants that thing dead

GM (GM): Also, it is noted that the gun must be fired from a mounted position.
Roll tumble to not fall on your ass!

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10
(21)+10= 31
rolling 1d100+25+10
(13)+25+10= 48
(( I mean ))

GM (GM): You fall on your ass!

Valerie P. Awsum screams at her own ass

Valerie P. Awsum: "WHAT THE %@#%!"

GM (GM): It's like fate.
Anway, block
rolling 1d100+20
(54)+20= 74

Clayton: (( Is this bird dead yet since Val made it past the block? ))

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+10
(60)+10= 70
(( Yeah I thought so ))
(( Guy got 194 damage ))

GM (GM): He'll take that.

Jonathan Sommer: ((It's just a couple arms holding on to levers at this point))

GM (GM): He actually has some armor on him.

Clayton: (( unless he is wearing combat armor too.... ))

GM (GM): Apex stuff, huh?
Umutt!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I didn't damage the arm with the .50 cal I take? ))

Clayton: (( goddamnit, this fucking heal sponge asshole. I'm gonna kill him with my own hands if I have to. ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Find a new suit down there and punch his shit))

Martin Baron: ( Ride the big mutant into battle )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Actually Clay, you have a perfect position, he can't block you from below

GM (GM): The mutt runs into the room and jumps on a giant white missile.

Jonathan Sommer: ((oh shit))

GM (GM): (( Sorry, the missile tile was sitting in the gm layer all this time. I didn't realize you couldn't see it!
Also, CROMwell shows himself.

Jonathan Sommer: ((double oh shit))

Clayton: (( I'm really in a dire spot right now ))

GM (GM): It's after Clay!

Clayton: (( fuck me man ))

Martin Baron: ( Ya know what, screw it. Rules of Nature is playing, I'm gonna let it rip. Melee attacking gunbird, I really don't want him pushing people into the pit. )

GM (GM): They attempt to grab you!

Martin Baron: ( Fucking hell man, shit's going bad fast. )

GM (GM): t1

rolling 1d100+20
(72)+20= 92
Sorry,
rolling 1d100+15
(6)+15= 21
Still a grab

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Clay is gonna get failed today))

GM (GM): t2
rolling 1d100+15
(18)+15= 33

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Flailed))

Jonathan Sommer: ((This is just like one of my Japanese animes))

GM (GM): Got swimming clay?

Clayton trashes in the disgusting water he's landed in, the giant tentacle beasts was back. "Oh COME ON! Cromwell, you're gonna die too if this thing launches!"

Clayton: ( nope.... ))

GM (GM): Their last action is to pull you underwater!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Zap it! ))

Clayton: (( things are stacking hard now. boys.))

GM (GM): Martin! Save us!

Martin Baron: ( I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO OH FUCK )

GM (GM): Everything is going bad!

Valerie P. Awsum tries to sit up "Martin, change my $(^!#! belt"

Martin Baron: ( Do I have to move to Val to reload it, because that'll leave me with just 1 action left. )
( What am I even fucking asking )

GM (GM): Flag= you are at a lower level
Wrench= you have two tentacles grabbed on you
Swirl= you are underwather
*water

Martin Baron rushes between the bird and Val, helping her reload the gun!

Martin Baron: ( I can't give leadership because of an 80 pass, I only got 15 mind )
( That's a 35% chance )

GM (GM): So you have to roll 65 or higher, you do that all the time!

Martin Baron: ( *15 mind bonus )
( I got 1 action left. )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin "Thanks... That's two more shots on the guy... "

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "SOMEONE GRAB THE ULTRASOUND REMOTE

Martin Baron: ( I'm going to throw a molotov inside of the cockpit. What's the number I have to hit fo rthat? )

Clayton: (( get that other bird please. ))

GM (GM): Hard target, 60

Martin Baron: ( I know, but it's robo-birds turn next, and he's a much bigger priority. )
( Almost next. I'm sorry dude, we need this guy to go down, and fire can bypass his armor and directly burn his health. )
( Unless he's already on fire, or is it just the mech that's on fire? )
GM (GM): Just the mech

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Mech's on fire ))

Martin Baron: ( I'm going to throw a molotov inside of the cockpit to burn the rider )
rolling 1d100+45
(71)+45= 116

GM (GM): Block!
rolling 1d100+20
(36)+20= 56
Worth a shot

Martin Baron: "#$%^%@#$@#(#%(@#()&#@(@#^%@#&&%@^#&^%*@&#" Martin screeches out furiously!

GM (GM): The bottle hits the cockpit and bursts into flames.

Martin Baron: ( FUCK )
( * FUCKING GOOD )

GM (GM): Endturn?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( He punched the bottle and it spilled all over him ))

Martin Baron: ( Out of actions )

GM (GM): Clayton!

Jonathan Sommer: ((If you have some secret power, time to use it))

GM (GM): You've got two tentacles pulling to a mutant mass of eye and teeth.

Clayton: (( my only options seem to be firing at Cromwell man... ))

GM (GM): You are underwater and will run out of that sweet sweet oxygen in 3 turns!

Clayton: rolling 1d100+20
(13)+20= 33

GM (GM): Is that a hit or a miss, I can't decide?
I suppose yeah, you are point blank

Martin Baron: ( He may be way too big to burn down on damage alone, you may need to stun him and run )

Clayton: (( I'm not sure... He is really big and really close though ))

Martin Baron: ( But that also might mean he's too big to stun too )
( Fucking hell )

Jonathan Sommer: ((I hope the mutt actually works))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Jon I hope so too ))

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(43+26)+150= 219

GM (GM): You blast the blaggart!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( That's the idea I had looking back at two things - Lonesome Road and the Satellite Arc ))

GM (GM): It's flesh bubbles and bursts in the blast.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( And if he's ED-E... well. Nice knowing him ))

GM (GM): Also, alot of steam from shooting underwater

Clayton: (( still grappled? ))

GM (GM): Yep

Clayton: firing again I guess.
rolling 2d100+150
(57+3)+150= 210

Jonathan Sommer: ((Lets just nuke the Topsiders))
((I like my mutt))

Clayton: (( please RNG, just help once now ))
oh right

GM (GM): Again you thrash the creature

Clayton: nothing different?

GM (GM): It's lost afew hundred pounds

Jonathan Sommer: ((Shouldn't you shoot the tentacles off ya?))

GM (GM): Mutants don't register pain to good.

Clayton: (( I thought that's what I was doing ))

GM (GM): It's like digging through a mountain, you blast and blast but there is still crap in the way!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Does it really need the 10th hearth and the 8th stomach if it has 20 of both more to spare ))

GM (GM): Well, that's different!

Clayton: (( I'll specificity that I'm shooting the tentacle this time. ))

GM (GM): Okay.

Clayton: rolling 1d100+20
(25)+20= 45

GM (GM): Okay

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(71+45)+150= 266

GM (GM): That thing blows up like confetti

Clayton: (DAMMIT> I'M so fucking dead man. ))

GM (GM): Rhodes turn!
He evacuates the the cockpit in a rage!

Valerie P. Awsum looks straight in the eye at the Cock "We're gonna make you Kentucky Fried, bird."

GM (GM): He bursts out at full speed and dives at Val!
Aimed strike: Head!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( No actions left ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+50
(46)+50= 96

Valerie P. Awsum: (( So if he wrestles me down, shoot him ))
(( Damn! ))

Martin Baron: ( I got a hook-claw, I'm straight up gutting the fucker )

GM (GM): Oh know, he's going in tallons out!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I have my combat armour still ))
(( And the topsider he... oh fuck ))

GM (GM): rolling 3d10+15
(2+4+10)+15= 31
Do you have armor on your head specficially?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Does the combat armour have a helm? ))
(( If not all I have is the topsider top helmet ))

GM (GM): Nope
That's separate

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Okay then it's just the topsider helm ))

GM (GM): Damage is over 30. Take 30 to your head
He's going to dodge spiral into the next room

Valerie P. Awsum: (( For normal sized, that's 50 HP I believe... so I still have 20 ))

GM (GM): Oop in that case he's attacking again!
rolling 1d100+50
(96)+50= 146
rolling 3d10+15
(7+9+1)+15= 32

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's one tough cock))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Uh oh...

GM (GM): Enjoy not having eyes!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Are you kidding me? ))
(( I feel like I should roll a new character now ))

Martin Baron: ( You're still alive though! Just fucking missing an eye / both )

GM (GM): Welp, what do you think? Death or blindness?
I'll let you mull that over

Clayton: (( this guy so fucking tanky I swear. not to mention me fighting a whole other boss below. ))

GM (GM): Jonathan!
(( He's actually wearing the same body armor as you guys.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Death. Blind person in an apocalypse rarely survives ))
(( And all my skills depend on vision ))

Martin Baron: ( Rule of thumb in Endtown is tragedy. And being blind seems more tragic than being dead. )

GM (GM): RIP Val, could not handle the flaming cock

Valerie P. Awsum: (( And so ends the tale of Val - helping people she once tried to kill ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, shit.))

Jonathan Sommer legs it for the radio in a flash.

Wait! Event!

GM (GM): Suule, do the honors and roll 1d4
Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d4
(2)= 2

GM (GM): The crawler is going to crash down to the bottom!

Clayton: (yay... )

GM (GM): What with the cockpit unpiloted and on fire

The mover drops to the bottom with a smashing thud!

GM (GM): It catches Cromwell square and flatens her!
Clayton!

Clayton: (yeah?)

GM (GM): You catch a falling arm.

Martin Baron: ( Good fucking god )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton is just getting slammed left and right))

GM (GM): rolling 1d10+200
(5)+200= 205

Clayton: (( I would have hoped that would have melted off, but let's get it over with ))

GM (GM): 205 damage
(( I will admit. I'm knocking him around because he's getting a new char soon.))

Martin Baron: ( Please still be alive, fucking please )

GM (GM): Sommer!

Clayton: (( I still have the armor to take it thankfully. ))
(( am I at least let go? ))

Martin Baron: ( Two dying in one session is too much. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is Cromwell gone?))

GM (GM): Yes.
You are free.
You are bretty sure your face has been rearranged, but you are free!

Clayton: Well I WAS wearing a helmet so hopfully not back to square one

Martin Baron: "@#$(@#* shoot him!" Martin yells at Jonathan, panic overtaking him.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Which one?))

Clayton: (( better get that gun ))

Martin Baron: ( The cockhead )
( I can get it. )
( The tentacle mutant seems dealt with for now, Clayton might be able to escape. If you want to 100% confirm it, throw the radio down to help him out. I'
( *Shit's getting fucked fast. )

Jonathan Sommer charges at Rhode, revolver at the ready.

GM (GM): Or a rope. That could help.

Clayton: (( Yeah, it REALLY isn't grea that we are down some players. ))

Martin Baron: ( A 100 feet of rope )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Rhodes need to be taken out ))

(( I think the missle is manageable ))

Jonathan Sommer takes a shot at his head.

GM (GM): He has a helmet

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh, well shit))

GM (GM): It's got a neat visor thing, probably to control the mech.
Oh, it's just 60 hp on it's own

Jonathan Sommer attempts a grapple!

GM (GM): He's spent his actions so sure!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(23)= 23

GM (GM): You grabbed him!
Keep in mind he is on fire
Next action?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Attempt to flip him?))

GM (GM): Sure!

Martin Baron: ( Into the death pit? You ingenious bastard. )

GM (GM): He has a strength 3
He will try to not be thrown.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+20
(67)+20= 87

Martin Baron: ( With what actions he has left? )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(30)+15= 45
Nope, you toss him
Because he doesn't have any actions he can't get flying in time!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Now for a witty one liner))

GM (GM): rolling 18d10
(6+9+8+5+7+5+8+8+4+6+8+9+1+2+7+7+9+4)= 113

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Oh Geeze... this is like Hunckback of Norte Damme ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((See you next fall?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( The real thing that is ))

GM (GM): He flops on the water.

Martin Baron: ( Oh for fucks sake he's still alive )

Clayton: (( if you guys can find a rope, that would be great, but I'm probably going for the ladder in the other silo. ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton, cage match))

GM (GM): Well, so it clay!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Kick his ass))

Martin Baron: ( I have a mutant tongue I ripped out, but I doubt it can reach 100 feet )

Clayton: (( I know you still have a grapple gun martin ))

GM (GM): Endturn?

Clayton: (( but you got a bird to deal with too. ))

GM (GM): Val!

Martin Baron: ( I do? Fucking awesome, why didn't I know about this before? )

GM (GM): You roll around and bleed abit.
Ah,
Your head is -11 hp right?

Martin Baron: ( Oh fuck, can Val be saved? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yes ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d2
(1)= 1
Eh, you must recieve medical treatment in
rolling 1d5
(1)= 1

Martin Baron: ( AAAH )

Valerie P. Awsum holds her ripped vein "S... shit... guys... "

GM (GM): One minute or 4 turns before you bleed out.
That sounds fair.

Martin Baron: ( I don't know first aid, does anybody else here do? )

Clayton: (( save Val if you can. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Theo Knew ))

GM (GM): The mutt climbs up to the top of the missile, from there you can't see what he's doing!

Martin Baron: ( I know, hopefully she still has eyes / an eye left. )

GM (GM): Birdie!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Blindness is really not an option ))

GM (GM): Fury and rage come upon him!

Clayton: (( If val is till semiconscious she might be able to help guide you. ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Please no))

Clayton: (( but first kill that bird man. ))

Martin Baron: ( Fucking come at me you piece of shit bird! )

GM (GM): He spirals through the hall and down the tube!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Like every person permamently blinded by a nuke blast is usually to be euthanized in case WW3 happens. So you know. ))

GM (GM): Grabs his boss and they fly to the walkway of the top deck!

rolling 1d100+30+30
(61)+30+30= 121

Martin Baron: ( I'M GOING TO FUCKING PUSH THEM OFF AGAIN )

Clayton: (( HOLD UP> How strong is this fucker GM? ))

GM (GM): 664
He's pretty typical really.
But his boss is a shorty and avains and freaking move.

Clayton: Jesus man. ))

GM (GM): Wait, that's three actions, isn't it?

Clayton: Endtown RPG: everyone dies session.

Martin Baron: ( How much HP do either of them have? )

GM (GM): 100hp, 600 armor

Jonathan Sommer: ((Shoot those fuckers' wings))

Martin Baron: ( Are they back on our ground or are they in the air? )

GM (GM): eh. he holds last action.

Clayton: (( flying and having this much armor is crazy man. ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Martin, kill or heal))

GM (GM): Just like everyone else!
Martin!

Martin Baron: ( I'm picking up the gun Val had and unload the entire belt onto the flying bird. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Gun's gone, apparently))

Martin Baron: ( Fucking fuck )

GM (GM): Do you take a moment to mount it?

Martin Baron: ( And if I don't, does it take an action to tumble and take the force? )

GM (GM): Yep

Martin Baron: ( Then yes, I mount the gun. )
( What's the success roll for hitting the flying bird? )
( And unloading the belt is a +30 to aim and what to attacking? )

GM (GM): 121
Actually it's +100
it's 30% of it's total.
So you're going to fire about 30 rounds

Martin Baron: ( For what? Attacking? And what's the number I gotta hit for the bird to be attacked? )
( I want to figure out to put the bonus either into aiming to damage because of his armor )

GM (GM): +100 to fire the rest of the clip
That's the whole thing, you can break it down to +25 or +65 if you want to not spend all your ammor

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Kill the bastard ))

Martin Baron: ( I have 1 action left, using it all to possibly send them back down is better sounding to me. )

GM (GM): Sure

Martin Baron: ( I'm putting the extra points into aiming, I can't risk missing. So it's +100 to aiming. )
rolling 1d100+100
(66)+100= 166
( What's the attack die? )

GM (GM): Okay. Easiest shot of your life
121
So hit!
6d10+60

Martin Baron: rolling 6d10+60
(4+3+6+9+1+4)+60= 87

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Should've aimed for the head ))

GM (GM): You pop the critter and he flounders in the water

Martin Baron: ( Fall damage to both? )

GM (GM): Clayton
Eh sure.
rolling 18d10
(10+5+3+2+8+2+2+10+5+6+4+9+1+1+6+4+10+9)= 97

Clayton: (( Am I back up to the surface after it let me go? ))

GM (GM): Yes

Martin Baron: ( Fucking melt the two of them. )

Clayton: I'll switch to stun and fire at the cockhead
rolling 1d100+20
(95)+20= 115

GM (GM): Do you think chickens can float like ducks?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'm sure they don't ))

Clayton: not with that armor, he has to flap to stay up imo

GM (GM): He is paralyzed!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Think you can finish the fight?))

GM (GM): (( https://youtu.be/geg0-SBI7wY ))

Clayton: how long GM?

GM (GM): Take down the last guy and that's it.
We can go for another minute or so.

Clayton: just roll damage then?
otherwise we are just waiting for abit

Martin Baron: ( Roll to hit the 2nd bird, they'll drown. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((If you miss, I'll just shoot 'em dead))

GM (GM): You're rolling to stun, right?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, wait, nevermind))

Clayton: (( yep, forgot about second bird ))
rolling 1d100+20
(7)+20= 27

GM (GM): Miss!

Clayton: (( alright ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Welp))

Martin Baron: ( The cockhead is sinking to the bottom of the pool, Jonathan you can try to save Val )

GM (GM): Well, with the leader down the other guy will surrender.

Clayton: (( Can we clean up that run order with this dead stuff. ))
Combat over?

GM (GM): Sure!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time for a last minute save))
with that said, Val is a fit to be stuffed and mounted in like one minute!

Clayton points his blaster at the bird" I swear to god, if you don't bring me back up to that railing, I will shoot you now!"

Martin Baron: ( Make sure the chicken dies. )
( He's too risky to come back and kill us. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wouldn't he just drop ya?))

Martin Baron: ( I can shoot the grappling hook down to you, or toss it down so you can come up. )

Clayton switches to narrow blast and repeated blasts the unconscious bird to prove his point.

Valerie P. Awsum: Guys... s'been nice knowing you

GM (GM): The bird looks at clay with a narrow stare

Falconi: Sure, pal...

Martin Baron: ( Fucking fuck it, I'm gonna try and stabilize Val .)

Jonathan Sommer kneels by Vale and looks around.

Jonathan Sommer: "Shit, shit, what do we use?"

Clayton: (( GM, I am am straight shooting this ock point blank. I don't care. ))

GM (GM): He grabs onto clayton's shoulders and flies him up

Clayton: (( just note that ))

GM (GM): He digs his claws into your armor out of spite

Martin Baron: ( GM, I got bandages and disinfectant, can that be used to stablize her or do we need medkits? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( She has a surgery kit ))

Falconi: Hey, guy. Do you know my favorite cookie?

Martin Baron: ( Fuck it, using that. Jon, I'll assist you in the roll. )

Clayton grunts as the talons poke him through his armor. This bird is lucky he doesn't want to fight anymore.

Jonathan Sommer opens up the kit and stares at the stuff.
The bird flies you to the top of the tube, some 150ft!

Clayton shurgs, pointing the gun at the bird. "Stop it right now."

Martin Baron: ( You have higher intelligence than I do, you make the roll and I can assist )

Jonathan Sommer: ((What do I need to roll?))

Clayton: "Bring us down, and I i'll personally asuure your safety. "

Martin Baron: ( GM, what's the roll and what can he add from my assistance? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((What do I need to roll?))

Clayton: "Bring us down, and I i'll personally asuure your safety. "

Martin Baron: ( GM, what's the roll and what can he add from my assistance? )

Falconi: Sorry, wrong answer. It was SIR ISSAC NEWTONS!

Jonathan Sommer: ((COME ON))

Clayton: I'll shoot the bird

Falconi: ENJOY GRAVITY!

Clayton: rolling 2d100+150
(29+63)+150= 242

Martin Baron: ( I'M SHOOTING THE GRAPPLE HOOK AT CLAYTON )

GM (GM): You blast the bird

Martin Baron: ( FUCKING SHIT )

Valerie P. Awsum grunts looking at Jon "Medice, cura te ipsum... You need to stop the bleeding."

Clayton: (( Any way for me to grab the railing before I pass it? ))

GM (GM): ((Really, shooting his boss, that was not a good trust builder!
Nope
Dead center

Martin Baron: ( GM, can I shoot Clayton with the grapple hook )

Clayton: (( well fuck that bird ))

GM (GM): He wanted to kill your ass before he picked you up.
hmmm.

Jonathan Sommer grabs the closest thing to a rag and presses it on Vale's wound.

GM (GM): I don't know.

Martin Baron: ( Maybe I can snag him and catch him, I don't fucking now )

Clayton: (( You will actually have to shoot me and peirce my armor or something.

GM (GM): Tell you what.
He's falling very far and fast.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Well gotta make that roll. Can I assist Jon?"

GM (GM): Eh, actually no. no. That's no help.
not unless bleeding helps
rolling 30d10
(6+4+3+1+3+6+4+1+8+5+8+7+2+6+6+6+10+2+2+5+6+9+8+2+7+9+3+1+2+7)= 149
149 damage

Clayton: (( can I tumble at least? ))

GM (GM): Sure

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

Martin Baron: ( Oh thank god, you're still alive. Just fucking barely I hope. )

GM (GM): Sure.

Clayton: sure what?

GM (GM): Well. Is that enough to kill you?
because with armor and all.

Clayton: no, nearly destroys my armor though

Jonathan Sommer: ((What do I roll?))

GM (GM): Because this is your second time falling several stories I'd say your leg breaks. Armor against falling is abit out of place
Do you think that sounds fair?
Jon!

Martin Baron: (And what does he add for me assisting? And fuck, I'll try to get Clayton once we save Val. )

GM (GM): he's -11 in the hole
You must roll 90 or better to heal her into a 'not dying state'

Jonathan Sommer: ((Bonuses? Penalties?))

GM (GM): Even with superhuman speed I'd say it's kinda impossible to catch him at that point.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( It's mind bonus... shit no trained ))

GM (GM): Unless you want a gwen stacey him.

Clayton groans in pain as he resurfaces from the water. "fucking bird.... "I'm coming up guys" He yells, trying not to strain his leg too much as he make his way to the ladder and back up to the everyone else.

GM (GM): You must beat 100 then.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Suule, roll to instruct))

Martin Baron: ( What's the bonus for me helping )

GM (GM): You climb up and take the elevator.
+10

Clayton finally limps around the corner, "How... How is Val, she dead yet?"

Jonathan Sommer tries to concentrate, wiping his brow.

Clayton feels a bit out of breath.

Jonathan Sommer: "Not yet, shit."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Instruct roll is what? ))

GM (GM): You mean to tell him how to do it?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yes ))

GM (GM): Let's call that a leadership skill.
Beat 80
1d100 + mind

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+30
(66)+45+30= 141

Clayton: (yay)

Valerie P. Awsum: (( She used to be a professor ))

Clayton: (( val produces some hand charts and figures out of nowhere. ))

GM (GM): Using what I assume is a handy reflective surface you instruct Jon.
Jon may now perform the roll!
If you get this wrong he is very ded!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fuck me))
((What's the roll?))
((+10. +25...))

GM (GM): 1d100+agi+10 Beat 90

Clayton sits cross legged, and grabs Val's hand. "Here we go."

Jonathan Sommer holds his breath.

GM (GM): (Clayton really needs to pee.))

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+10
(3)+35+10= 48
((FUG))

Clayton: (( I need to really not stress my injury. ))

GM (GM): Your hand slipped? She was already to far gone? You don't know!
Val gives up the ghost!

Jonathan Sommer falls on his back and stares at the ceiling.

Clayton slips his hand away, and stands back up. "Alright... alright... We need to make sure this missile is down... and get out of here."

Jonathan Sommer is silent.
To be continued next session...

Clayton limps to the other room to retrieve the radio before coming back

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/5DmYLrxR0Y8

Clayton: (( That's rough man. ))

GM (GM): Yeah, I was expecting you to succeed!

Jonathan Sommer: ((My rolls, man))

Martin Baron takes the top off of his last molotov jar and starts drinking. This is too much.

Jonathan Sommer: I must have pissed some god between then and now

GM (GM): Even factoring your bonus to this sort of thing you still lost!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( It happens ))

Clayton: (( we all got some pretty shitty rolls today. ))

GM (GM): Now, gravity!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( 3rd time was the charm... ))

GM (GM): Clayton!
rolling 6d10
(4+2+10+1+8+6)= 31

Clayton: oh boy

GM (GM): 31 MH

Clayton: MH?

GM (GM): Jon
Mental health. It's stress time!

Jonathan Sommer: Oh boy

GM (GM): rolling 3d10 butterfingers
(4+6+7)= 17
Now, everybody!
-35 MH.
Loss of comrade!
XP

Jonathan Sommer: I'm in the red

Clayton: (( Shieeet. I am at 14 MP. ))

GM (GM): +15xp for threats
+20 to Jon and martin for at least trying to save Val

Valerie P. Awsum: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LSCoBk8hgU

GM (GM): +50 for stopping the launch!
Who should get the mvp?

Suule: Valerie P. Awsum AKA Rebecca White - STATUS: RETIRED
, KIA
Clay I think

GM (GM): I'm still going to make flaming cock jokes.
And how the hell is Clay still alive?

Jonathan Sommer: That's one tough armor

Clayton: (( armor mostly ))

Jonathan Sommer: Fucking hell

Martin Baron: Too ugly to live, too stubborn to die

Suule: It doesn't protect the head
Hey Clay

GM (GM): True.

Suule: You got your suit!
Hahah

Clayton: I guess I'll nominate myself ))

Martin Baron: Voting for Clayton

Clayton: (( :( ))

Suule: Now imagine how much shit your fellow PCs will give you if you try to grab it

GM (GM): Okay, +10 to clay for killing everything

Clayton: (( Have to be thorough, has to be done. ))