Endtown RPG Session #53

GM (GM): I'm ready.

We begin!

The sit: Val is dead.

The missile is preping and there is a giant hunk of steel at the bottom of the tube.

GM (GM): Just then,
Dottie appears

Martin Baron finished drinking the molotov jar, giving a short bit of relief to his mind.

Earrtet Acroud : "I wanna go home, I wanna go homme, I WANNA GO HOME." Earrtet Acroud says from the pressure and saddness of the current situation.

GM (GM): She slaps Val's cold corpse and the power of that slap heals her 11 hp

Jonathan Sommer: ((wut))

Clayton is busy doing everything he can to not focus on his teammate's death. After grabbing the radio from the other side of the room,

GM (GM): She dawns a cape and flies away, with three steps

Martin Baron: (( Qué demonios? ))

GM (GM): There, now everyone playes

Theo Gerald: Did everybody else just see that?

Earrtet Acroud : Now im more sad cause dottie is a dead fish from fishcenter

GM (GM): Everyone plays today, screw plot or timing!
(( I have to check this fishcenter thing out.))

Suule: (( I was just playing possum I guess! ))

Earrtet Acroud : and 2 more fish died this summer
R.I.P Mammoth and Long Donivian

Jonathan Sommer stares at the ceiling some more.

GM (GM): ((I have no idea who they are.))

Earrtet Acroud : Fish from fishcenter

GM (GM): At this point a voice sounds over the speaker
(( Riiight.))

"Missile launch cancelled. Please report to control terminal A for further instructions.

GM (GM): The mutt returns from it's duty

Clayton frowns, and walks closer to the UMutt.. "You cut the control box out?"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( You guys should probably try waking me up from my possum stupor or something ))

GM (GM): (Assume you have teh helmet of listening...) [Operation complete: Disable launch option selected in terminal.]

Martin Baron lets out a sigh of relief. Martin had a bit of a spell from the alcohol, briefly hallucinating Val's death over failed surgery. She still got knocked out hard from the robo-spider.

GM (GM): [Damaging the control box voids APEX warranty...]

Clayton points at the UMutt, "Can you lead me to the terminal the speaker mentioned?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Why WHY WHY" Earrtet pounds down onto Vals corpse

Martin Baron thumps Val in the shoulder with his foot. "Hey, get the @#(% up."

GM (GM): Being considerate that you can't climb walls, the mutt points to the elevator in the T section.
Proceed up a floor?

Theo Gerald: ((what other choice do we have?))

Clayton limps after the UMutt, he calls out to the others. "I'm... I'm gonna go check out that terminal, one ou=f you should come with me..."

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acroud drags Vals corpse into the elevator.

Clayton: (( yep ))

Clayton follows behind the UMutt until he reaches the terminal

GM (GM): The mutt points to a large mechanical arm with a glowing console
The console reads [Warning: Fuel contamination: 20%. Lauch failure danger!]

Clayton stares at the Mutt, a bit unsure of tampering with the console. "What can I do from this console?"

GM (GM): The UMutt replies, [Launch]

Clayton shakes his head, "We can't do that. Orders are to render this missile inoperable. That is the word from command."

Earrtet Acroud : "Is this the end for us guys?" asEarrtet Acroud uses his under shirt to whip his face.

GM (GM): I should point out, everytime the mutt speaks it sounds like this: https://youtu.be/2xZgCVG_Bzk If you have enhanced hearing

Clayton: (( Oh that's hoiifying. ))

GM (GM): (( I think data sound is neat.))

nono o.: you'd love this shit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaIrSZIyxxk

Earrtet Acroud : (( That reminds me of this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCk6AvqA95k ))
w/ GM test

Clayton: "/w GM" dude

GM (GM): Well, I got that either way!
Your options!
Be a dick and lunch the missile.
Don't be a dick and not launch the missile.
Walk away and try to get out of this heavily irradiated, stone walled jerk-fortress
Try to open the launch tubes and climb out.

Earrtet Acroud : (( You know what to do joshua grams ))

GM (GM): Or... Fight martin again.

Clayton: (( Can I see if I can do something with that mechanical arm? ))

GM (GM): Yep.

Martin Baron: ( I only get good rolls when it's against players. )

GM (GM): The arm looks like it accesses the unit for operations.
Automatic, unless you have electronics.
Literally the thing that lights the match to light the candle.

Earrtet Acroud : "W-we Could-d get one of the lizard tribals to help us deactive ate it!"

GM (GM): (( Alligator mutants unconscously make bite puns.))

Clayton frowns, "This isn't good, someone could still launch this if they wanted..." He orders the UMutt to stay put as he walks to the railing. "Hey, which one of you knows how to mess with electronics, this Missile is still usable!"

Earrtet Acroud : ((I must give Val the Jaws of life ))

GM (GM): Well, right now she is pinned under a gun here super-model level strength can't lift.

Earrtet Acroud : (( am i gonna have to roll for cpr now?)

GM (GM): If you want!

Earrtet Acroud : (well shit here goes nothing)

Martin Baron: ( I already kicked her, she should be up. )

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 15
(28)+15= 43

Clayton: (( Val is gonna love that big gross kiss. ))

GM (GM): She's already alive!

Earrtet Acroud : (( exspecally from a cannible who ate raw bird earlyer

Martin Baron: ( He's probably doing dishes or something. )

GM (GM): (( I think Suule is likely busy doing something... respectable. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah had to burn off anger by writing my doctorate ))

GM (GM): (( Two words: Paper Plates. It's why god made trees. ))
So, two options appear!
See if the Lizard folk can help with the missile!
Or...

Martin Baron: ( You got kicked and cannibal crocodile is trying to give you mouth to mouth CPR. )

Valerie P. Awsum 's heart is strangely beating under Earret's hands and there's a faint breath

Valerie P. Awsum: (( LEWD! ))

GM (GM): Use your own skill pool to wire that arm to donkey punch this bastard!

Earrtet Acroud : ( oh god what have i done?)

GM (GM): (( FISTS OF LIFE.))

Martin Baron: "Good, you're awake. Get the #$(% up, we still have to dismantle the nuke."

Clayton ponders his options, he recalled that Everett had the idea of launching it into an ocean before

Martin Baron: ( Not a bad plan. )

Earrtet Acroud : "Guys she BEating!"
rolling 1d100 + 15
(60)+15= 75
for the cpr

GM (GM): Val is restore +15 hp

Valerie P. Awsum opens her eyes a bit to see the gator trying to blow air into her mouth. She whispers "What the $^%*@ are you doing..."

Clayton smiles a bit at the information appearing in his head, he disregards it for now and pulls up Everett's missile disarming recording.

GM (GM): ...Sheet. That was the same helmet, huh?

Clayton: (( yeppers ))

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acroud jolts back and elbows John into the face. "Your alive!"

GM (GM): Long story short: Open up the cone and unplug the compy. Open the bottom and disable the rocket.

Jonathan Sommer: "SHIT!"

Jonathan Sommer rubs his nose.

Clayton nods his head. "Alright.... alright. UMutt, extend a platform out for me, I gotta take a look at the nose.

Valerie P. Awsum grunts silently "...My throat hurts still... and my neck. I... I think this new body is a bit odd when it comes to shock response."

Jonathan Sommer sticks his hands in his pockets and looks over Vale with a tired smile. "You'll get used to it."

Theo Gerald: Playing possum? snort

GM (GM): Unable to really understand that. The mutt extends itself and makes a UMutt-bridge with its own body.

Clayton: (( EXPAND MUTT ))

GM (GM): You can access the cone!

Theo Gerald: ((How spacious is it in the cone?))

Earrtet Acroud : (( Meat bridge ripoff ))

Clayton arches an eyebrow, testing the weight of his leg on the mutt, "It'll have to work." Clayton strips himself of his combat armor and equips his radiation suit

GM (GM): Not spacious at all.

Clayton moves toward the cone to disarm the damn thing

GM (GM): You have access to the psuedo fifties electronics.

Valerie P. Awsum tries to get up from under the gun "W... what's the situation?"

GM (GM): Regular anderositor stuff up in here.

Clayton: (( Do I need to roll perception to find the "compy" piece to disconnect? ))

GM (GM): (( Bread boards the size of bakeries! ))
Sure.

Clayton: rolling 1d100+30
(13)+30= 43

GM (GM): You have no idea.

Clayton: (( that's about what I expect at this point> ))

Martin Baron tries to help Val move the gun off "Clayton's moved up top to deal with the missile."

Jonathan Sommer aids Martin.

GM (GM): But you have broken enough toasters to know that if remove just about anything it won't function.

GM (GM): But you have broken enough toasters to know that if remove just about anything it won't function.

Valerie P. Awsum coughs "...he has a suit on, right?"

Martin Baron: ( Remove as much as you can and snap them into pieces. )

Clayton stares at the varitible motherboard before him. He can't really make heads or tails of the thing.

GM (GM): ( Pull a rusty and just whiz on everything! )

Clayton: (( GM, would you say Everett's recording would know a serial number on the piece? ))

GM (GM): Yes.

Clayton: (( Clay is too paranoid to just go wily nilly here. ))

Theo Gerald: Hey, I bet there's a valuable piece of electronics in there, try to salvage whatever you can in there instead of destroying it!

Clayton: (( roll to find that number? ))

GM (GM): "Stillwater guidance vaccuum tube #313713

Martin Baron: "I don't know, but for #$)%s sake, next time, try not to stand directly in front of the enemy while holding a gun you can't even lift. They wont just run from you like how you're used to."

GM (GM): (( The parties stupid heroics is contagious. ))

Clayton searches for the vacuum tube piece in specific.

GM (GM): Given how you already have poured over the sucker, you find it!

Clayton sighs in exasperation, he disconnects the piece, storing it on his person.

Clayton searches for something else in Everett's notes next. a guidance board....

Clayton: rolling 1d100+30
(64)+30= 94

GM (GM): Nope, that was the tube.

Clayton: (( Ah, alright then. ))

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Jon and Martin "Can you get this metal off of me so I can help me man disarm the rocket?"

Clayton hops off the missile and back onto the platfrom

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 15
(27)+15= 42

Martin Baron: ( We been helping you m8 )

Earrtet Acroud : Here let me help too.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+20
(95)+20= 115

Clayton: "Alright Umutt, we gotta go the the lower level and work on the rockets."

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

Valerie P. Awsum coughs and weakly yells out "NEED HELP OUT THERE?"

Clayton arches an eyebrow, "You're alive!?"

Valerie P. Awsum grunts "...Kinda..."

GM (GM): Sorry, distracted.

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acroud yell "Oh wait, you find any meat in your mouth Val, I'm sorry."

Clayton shakes his head, mostly to himself. "Well just take it easy then. I got my helmet so I should be fine!"

GM (GM): You look at the lower level.

Earrtet Acroud : ( 60 IQ baby!)

Valerie P. Awsum nods "Shout if you need identifying some components... maybe I can help you"

GM (GM): You discover, after some ripping off panels, that there is about 4 tons of rocket fuel(slightly aged)

Theo Gerald: I uh, I'm afraid of heights.
 I think I'll just watch from up here

Clayton simply rewinds his recording to the part where Everett messes with the rockets themselves.

Theo Gerald peers over the edge with just his eyes poking over.

Theo Gerald: (Shouting down the shaft) Hey guys? There's something coming out of the rocket!

Martin Baron tosses the empty molotov jar into the pit the robo-spider fell into, landing with a satisfying crash.

Theo Gerald: It's dripping down, I'm not sure if it's flammable or not but..
Don't get comfortable down there! I'll try to stop it..

Theo Gerald pulls out his mangled cloth armor and tries to stuff the source of the leak

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Theo "It's flammable..."

Theo Gerald: ((Hmm, do I make a search roll or anything to try to find the leak?))

Martin Baron: ( Perception, yeah. )

Theo Gerald: rolling 1d100+25
(46)+25= 71

Clayton: (( What did martin do to the engines that disabled them? ))

Martin Baron: (( ??? ))

GM (GM): You find the leak!
It's a failed gasket!

Martin Baron: (( You mean Everett? ))

Clayton: (( Oh, sorry Martin, yeah, I meant Everett. ))

GM (GM): Well, it's basic stuff. Where does the liquid go? It comes from the seam!

Theo Gerald: ((Yep, I'll wrap my already nearly destroyed cloth armor around it to try and stem the tide for a few to buy the guys below some time))

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acroud Take off his pants. "Here used this to clog it."

Clayton: (( What did Everett do to stop the engines themselves? ))

GM (GM): (( Everett didn't do anything. He disconnected the circuitry so the fuel wouldn't receive signals to fire.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Everett never disabled the engines, he just disconnected the brain ))

Martin Baron: (( You should do that, then start ripping out pieces. Keep some if you want to sell them, maybe give them to the tribals. )


GM (GM): Right now you have it's guidance so it's still a dumb rocket.

Valerie P. Awsum yells out "Don't mess with the fuel, it's extremly volitale. And I'm not putting you back together in this state"

GM (GM): Great if you hate something that is large and unmoving.

Clayton: (( I thought Everett disconnected the primer for the bomb itself. If he just disconnected wires, does the mean I'm done here? ))

Martin Baron: "Replace him anymore, and you might as well make him into a mutt..." Martin mutters.
( *replace anymore body parts )

GM (GM): With a loud DING you hear the elevator open down the hall.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin "I've told you... there is no worse fate than plasticized brain..."

Clayton does a brief once over of the rockets to find any important wires.

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

GM (GM): You see a large cable that connects the rocket to the mid section.
Thick as your arm

Martin Baron: "And I'm guessing going as far as just a head with wires coming out of it is alright?"

Clayton: (( any way to unplug it? ))
(( Or would I need to sever it? ))

GM (GM): (( Yanking very hard.))
((It's cables, not a booby trap.))

Martin Baron: "Oh lord, just when I thought the rest of the day was gonna be alright..."

Jonathan Sommer turns to the boar.

Theo Gerald: Still preoccupied with holding the leak back Uh, guys? Someone's here.

Jonathan Sommer: "Eh?"

Clayton attempts to pull the cable out.

GM (GM): The boar is looking calm.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at the boar, supporting herself against the wall "...great."

Clayton: rolling 1d100+15
(22)+15= 37

Earrtet Acroud : (What would you roll for to clog a leak?)

Boar: ah, this place is like a pinata. The more you hit it the more the candy comes out!

Theo Gerald: ((Well, uh I found it and I just expended my cloth armor on it))

GM (GM): Nah, you clog the leak.

Jonathan Sommer: "Yeah? What did you find?"

GM (GM): There is no possible roll for "Stuff sock in gap"

Earrtet Acroud : It was my pants

Theo Gerald: ((What I'm worried about though is when the cloth armor's gonna soak through and just start leaking again))

GM (GM): (( Candle in the wind.))
(( You must trust your pants...for now.))

Martin Baron: "You better not be referring to what I think you're referring to."

Boar: So, Sommer, Jonathan, I wonder what candy will come out of you when I hit.

Jonathan Sommer smacks his head in a dramatic fashion.
Martin Baron: "What?"

Valerie P. Awsum growls "Lay off of it, you oaf."

Boar: Theo! Time for the double cross thing. Kill somebody!

Jonathan Sommer: "Oh, I just remembered I got a date with someone!"

Martin Baron: "OH FOR #$(%$ SAKE!"

Theo Gerald: AaaaAAAAAAA

Clayton: (( Did I get the cable GM, sorry to interuppt ))

Martin Baron: ( We'

Theo Gerald: Boss, don't try to do a THING here. This rocket might go off at ANY moment.

GM (GM): (( Oh sorry. Yeah. You yank and it rips out with afew sparks. The rocekt, guidance, and detonator are all separated. If could make an effective bomb still but it isn't going to do anything missile related.

Martin Baron: ( We're getting into combat, he's ordering a kill. Roll initiative or preemptive strike? )

GM (GM): Let's play fast, prememptive strike.

Martin Baron: ( I don't want to go 100% batshit, but I do have the hook ready. )

Jonathan Sommer starts sweating more.

GM (GM): The boar has readied his cleaver

Boar: Time to get money!

Theo Gerald: Boss? No. Put that down. You don't want this rocket.

Boar: Wait, I don't?

Theo Gerald puts his hand on the holster.

Theo Gerald: This thing's leaking.
The fuel is contaminated.

Boar: Leaking...

Theo Gerald: If you want to launch this thing, chances are you'll destroy the entire facility along with yourself entirely.

Martin Baron has the tooth hook in hand, heart pumping with adrenaline once more for someone to make a move.

Clayton sighs as he pulls out the cable, "That should be enough for now." He moves back onto the platform

Boar: Ah, I'm in this base right now. That doesn't work for me...

Sorry everyone, guess this is just a regular mugging then

Clayton stops once he views the spectacle before him. He remains silent for now as he stews in anger.

Theo Gerald: Well, Boss. Sorry to say but I think you've made quite a poor decision trying to pick on these people.

GM (GM): The boar motions the cats, "C'mon, dollars, jewels, etc.

Theo Gerald: No hard feelings but I think I'll be taking the side that'll save my cowardly hide.

Clayton eyes the robot behind the boar, it seems to be moving well enough

GM (GM): Upon having his judgement commented he flies into his usual anger face.

Jonathan Sommer flashes a nervous smile and raises his hand in the air.

Jonathan Sommer: "Buddy, come on! Remember all those nice games we had back at the bar?"

Martin Baron: ( Wait wait... Can I sneak out of this? )

Boar: NO ONE SAYS THAT I MADE POOR DECISIONS! I'LL KILL EVERYONE FOR THAT!

Martin Baron: ( Not going for a ditch the party move, but maybe a flanking maneuver if things get bad. )

Jonathan Sommer: "Well, shit."

Theo Gerald: ((I think we're already being flanked!))

Boar: And I'll fire that missile now! Because Flub all 'yall!

Boar: FLUB. ALL. Y'ALL

Jonathan Sommer pulls out a deck of cards with a shaky hand.

Jonathan Sommer: "Mind if I show ya something first?"

Valerie P. Awsum goes into full intimidation mode

Boar: ...Sure

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Can I roll? ))

GM (GM): Yes.
The cats prep for combat, the ducks light their fuses in prepartion!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+10+10-10
(23)+35+10+10-10= 68
((Magic trick))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(37)+20= 57
He is distracted by your 52 wonders!

Jonathan Sommer: "Is this your card?"

Theo Gerald gets ready to draw his gun..

Valerie P. Awsum reloads her rifle...

Boar: ...I didn't pick a card. YOUR TRICK SUCKS! CIVILIZATION DIES NOW!

Jonathan Sommer: "... Worth a shot."

Valerie P. Awsum points it at the rocket "Do you want to die today? I've already died... twice"

Martin Baron is preparing himself to dash to the cats.

Earrtet Acroud : "John this isnt the time to gamble with our lives."

Clayton Clayton holds up his hand. "Hold up now! You're gonna kill us all!"

Jonathan Sommer grits his teeth and throws the card at the boar's head.

GM (GM): weren't you going to roll intimadate, val?

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(40)+45= 85

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(54)+20= 74
Seeing your topsider uniform makes Boss Haugh stop mid swing!
He doesn't know what to do now!

Valerie P. Awsum looks around and shouts "ARE YOU ALL GONNA DIE FOR A BOSS THAT WILL NOT VALUE YOUR LIFE?"

Valerie P. Awsum: ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS HIS OWN WEALTH
You're like a Hillsider politican

GM (GM): let's try that mastermind gimick.

Valerie P. Awsum: The reason we got into this mess
1d100: +20

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(79)+20= 99

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(39)+45= 84
(( Ack ))

Theo Gerald: ((OH NO!))

Boar: the Possom is correct, I do care only for wealth, as such, DO AS I SAY OR I WILL KILL YOUR ASSES NEXT!

Martin Baron: (( Preemptive strike, or do we sacrifice our swag? ))

GM (GM): From down the hall, you hear ALLAH QUACKBAR!

Martin Baron: (( What do you think fella- OH FUCKING HELL ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh jeez))

Theo Gerald: aaaaAAAAAAAARGH

GM (GM): The ducks, having been stalled too long, have they dynamite explode in their hands.

Martin Baron: "WHAT THE #$(%)#@ !"

Theo Gerald: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Earrtet Acroud : (Fuck this imma roll to maul mr. piggy

GM (GM): rolling 18*3d10
18*(7+6+6)= 342

Clayton reels back as the ducks explode not too far from him

Martin Baron: ( I'll go for the cats. )

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 15
(16)+15= 31

Valerie P. Awsum will unload everything into the boar
GM (GM): rolling 54d10
(7+10+6+3+8+10+9+1+10+4+7+3+10+9+10+4+2+3+2+10+8+6+4+1+8+5+6+3+1+4+7+10+2+3+2+5+8+9+6+7+7+5+4+10+9+4+4+10+5+2+5+8+4+4)= 314

Earrtet Acroud : what i roller for 45

Clayton hobbles to the back of the room and reequips his combat armor

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(37)+45= 82

GM (GM): Warnging! Their blast reachs Clayton, Val and martin! Roll to dodge

Martin Baron: ( OH FUCK )
rolling 1d100+45
(13)+45= 58
( NO )

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+25
(81)+25= 106

Theo Gerald: ((Oh NO))

Clayton: rolling 1d100+35
(4)+35= 39
fuck man

GM (GM): You apex armor is destroyed!
Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d10
(7)= 7
rolling 1d10
(8)= 8

Valerie P. Awsum: (( You still have the armour on you, guys, right?

Clayton: (( not anymore
kablammo ))

Theo Gerald: ((My armor's completely unscathed!!))

Martin Baron: ( I put mine away so I could fix it at Endtown )

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 5d10 + 15
(2+10+3+3+9)+15= 42

Martin Baron: ( It was at 30 HP )

Clayton breathes heavily as his armor falls apart, he just barely escaped death there.

Earrtet Acroud : (its a bite)

Jonathan Sommer: ((So can I throw my card?))

GM (GM): Well, now it's at -270 unless you want to take the damage somewhere else
Yep.
1d10

Clayton: (( I'm fine. I'll take evaporated armor over that. ))

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d10
(3)= 3

Martin Baron: ( GM I had no armor on, and it was at 30 HP )

GM (GM): Ah, well, you're plastered.

Theo Gerald: ((FUCK))

Martin Baron: ( FUCK )

Valerie P. Awsum: ((...You got your wish, Martin ))

Theo Gerald: ((GOD GIVETH AND TAKETH AWAY))

Martin Baron: ( SEE YA FUCKBOYS I DIED BECAUSE OF A FUCKING DUMBASS DUCK )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( How much HP you have left? ))
(( I mean the minus HP ))

Martin Baron: ( What's the damage GM? )

GM (GM): 317
*314

Martin Baron: ( Subtract 106 from that Suule. )

GM (GM): -216, you got red misted
The boar, having been intimidated twice, faulters

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Everett will not like this ))

Martin Baron: (( Well, let me get the backup. ))

Clayton: (( I'm gonna go for diplomacy, who gives a shit about money here. ))

GM (GM): He turns to run but his doesn't realize the edge is there and goes over!

Clayton: (( Oh... ))

Martin Baron: (( Oh yeah. One is exactly Earrtet except a drug addict, and the other is an avian Val but a medic. ))

GM (GM): Nevermind! Do what you wanted

Clayton: (( Wait, what happend, he ran off then died and what? ))

Valerie P. Awsum is sprayed with the remains of the hare... he looks in the direction where he was standing and sighs.

Martin Baron: (( He got spooked and fell off the edge ))

Valerie P. Awsum walks towards the boar

GM (GM): Well, yeah, but I want to see how you would have done otherwise.

Clayton holds up his hand "GODDAMMIT STOP!" He yells as loud as he can. "Boar! I'll give you some money, , but we need to leave this room!"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Clay, allow me ))

GM (GM): Actually, yes, that happened.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I wanted to shoot him up ))

Clayton: (( Oh, that's just what I aws going to say. ))

Earrtet Acroud : "Martin OH GOD!"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Just execute him ))

GM (GM): Stern cat is now ascended to leadership of the few paultry survivors

Clayton: (( GM just wrapped it up before I posted, and I got confused. ))

Martin Baron: ( Aw dammit, and the 3rd backup is a gypsy Jonathan. )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at the cats "Do you want to get executed for looting?" visibly moved by this

Clayton hobbles forward, holding up a hand, he steadies himself on the big robot.

GM (GM): I'd go with the bird.

Martin Baron: (( Remember how you said Val's the first on screen death? I think that got reverted with Dottie slapping you to life. )

Clayton: (( MARX ))
(( BIRDS))

Martin Baron: (( NO, LET ME BE DEAD THAN SUFFER A FATE WITH MARX IN THE AFTER LIFE ))

Clayton studies the robot as he leans up against it. "Are you fully operational now?"

Martin Baron: (( It's near ending time anyway, I'll bring in the bird next session. ))

GM (GM): The robot groans

Earrtet Acroud : (( when you die you have to get humiliated and tourture to come back)

GM (GM): Additionally, your helmet flies off. Long cushion surpressors finally failed in reaction the explosion.

Martin Baron: (( One of the alternative reality Marxs took me away to where Flask was. The screaming never stopped. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Martin compromise - you're a cripple from now on ))
(( Lost an arm or a leg ))
(( Or both ))

GM (GM): Both legs!

Martin Baron: ( I'm fine with that. )
( I can still retire though. )
( But I can't play hockey no mo )
( Actually no, I have to retire. That was kill-damage. )

Earrtet Acroud : (( NOT SO LUCKY WITHOUT YOUR LEGS CERAL BOY!)

GM (GM): ( Nonesense! You just need that skate sled thing.

Clayton only realized that his helmet is gone once he reaches up to scratch his his head... His face was... healed.

GM (GM): (You can high stick and no one would blame you!)

Earrtet Acroud : (ride a zamboni into battle.)

Martin Baron: (( lieutenant Martin, ice cream )

GM (GM): http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/medal-quest/media/images/slideshows/sled-hockey-final-usa-vs-russia/goldmedal_sweeney_goal_16x9.jpg

Silber: Silber!

Martin Baron: (( Hahahah. ))

GM (GM): Alright!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( We're rolling with the no leg martin? ))

GM (GM): Last play of the day!
Whatever single action you want to do, do!

Clayton nods, "Nice to meet you, listen up. I'm your new admin, and I need someone to carry me, One of my legs are broken."

Martin Baron couldn't even register what had happened. All he felt was searing pain, his vision white and hearing gone. He wasn't sure if he was dead or hallucinating once again. After a few minutes, vision returned, albeit horribly blurry.

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. )

GM (GM): Silber complies, throwing you over his shoulder like a rolled carpet

Earrtet Acroud : "Martini Stay in with me man!"

Martin Baron doesn't know where he is. He barely remembers an explosion. He tries to get up. His legs wont comply.

Jonathan Sommer yells after the boar, "SEE YA IN HELL, YA CHEATIN' &$%#!"

Valerie P. Awsum rushes with her bag to Martin "Goddamn it, you're alive, hold on and DON'T LOOK DOWN"

Martin Baron: ( I got blown to the opposite side of the silo )

GM (GM): ( Well, your legs are in the other room.)

Martin Baron: (( still standing straight up, the stumps having smoke coming out of them. ))

Clayton oofs has he slung atop the machine. He quickly stabilizes himself, and he stares at the cats. "You guys don't really want to fight anymore do you?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Your leg is broken))
((Your leg is broken))

Earrtet Acroud : (( you gained brofnuof though ))

the boar, with the last bit of life he has extends a fist from the pool below.

Martin Baron: ( I was just about to ask that. )

you are 1d100 percent sure he is trying to flip a non existant middle finger at Jonathan.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(28)= 28
( That's a so-so chance doc )

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(82)= 82
((I'm pretty sure))

Earrtet Acroud : (can i rush down and try to eat him why he's still alive?"

Longhair: Nah, it's been a day. But we are quite unscrupulous so just give is 20 and we'll call it.

Valerie P. Awsum tries to stabilize Martin "Ummm... how to put it to you... you ain't walking out of here. We will have to carry you out."

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+20+10
(33)+45+20+10= 108
(( I'm gonna go for stabilizing him ))
(( And stopping the bleeding ))

Martin Baron can make out the shape of Val. He thinks she's screaming at him, talking about something. He can't tell what she's saying. Maybe something about the ducks exploding. He's not sure anymore.

Clayton tosses $60 to the cats

GM (GM): Using your tools, i presume you heal martin for +20

Martin Baron: (( Ah, here's the link to that backup character. http://pastebin.com/gCgXK2t1 )

GM (GM): Regretfully, he probably won't walk again.

Martin Baron: ( Even worse, I'm at 35 MP. Those legs are gonna make me tank. )

GM (GM): Basically this then: http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/scoobydoo/images/8/88/Professor_Pericles.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120730203604

Clayton: (( Martin retires into an early fate of senile old man syndrome ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( He can be Everett's bodyguard ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((You're gonna have to use your claw as a replacement))

Martin Baron: ( When Martin gets below 0 MP now: https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hTmBFhkFYjI/VunPWdGNM4I/AAAAAAAAev8/QoOw3FS5RAE/w800-h800/IMG_6580.GIF )

GM (GM): Hook and claws for legs. It's like something out of bioshock.

Earrtet Acroud : Go mad mad 2 with the robut

Martin Baron: ( I just sit in one spot with a gun. As soon as he ducks out, I can't give chase. )

GM (GM): The cats are satisfied with their payment.
They are also lazy so they are just gonna chill here for a bit.
Go master blaster!

Martin Baron: ( I need to update the bird-medic with the new rules. 50 bonus to mind rolls from 12 MP doesn't sound right. )

GM (GM): Alright!

Clayton nods his head as the cats collect the money. "Be careful with that rocket fuel. It will kill you."

GM (GM): Nah, that's about right.

Martin Baron: ( And make a background. )

GM (GM): Over ten is inheriently broken.
((No one has looked at what having 10< speed does. ))

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, but 1 strength and 2 agility )

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "Someone has to carry Martin here... someone strong..."

GM (GM): Alright that's session.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I should get XP for the last session too now to think of it ))

GM (GM): +10 for avoiding combat even when I tried to force it, kinda.
Ah, yeah.
I thought we did last session and it added up to about 75
Well, let's go with that.

Martin Baron tries to ask what happened. All he can do is quietly mutter.

GM (GM): 100xp this session. You completed a grand quest and faced many trials up until the end.

Clayton is just glad to be alive at this point, his face being healed is a bonus.

Martin Baron: ( Just 35 more XP and Martin levels up. Oh wait. )

Theo Gerald: ((I don't think I existed enough during the campaign to get any of that quest XP))

GM (GM): Eh, still counts.
This was fun.

Earrtet Acroud : What about my pants?

GM (GM): They sacrificed themselves for the good of all.

Martin Baron: Losses:
Earrtet's leg covers
2x Martin leg

GM (GM): We will always remember Acroud's pants.
And martin's legs.

Martin Baron: 1 Jonathan heart

Zokva: could I ask for the latest version of the rpg rules?

Earrtet Acroud : Lots of blood

GM (GM): A geez, this arc really was brutal!
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcDFKMjVqZEFZMlU

nono o.: I lost my precious precious cloth armor boo hoo

Martin Baron: Just for shits and giggles, how much MP would I have lost from the legs?

Zokva: thanks

Martin Baron: And wouldn't this sort of count as a PC death?

nono o.: Better cry on top of a pillow over it and then sew a bunch of rags on top of that to make even more cloth armor

GM (GM):It counts as .5 of a PC death

Martin Baron: Cool

GM (GM): Your legs were the best fighter of the group!

Martin Baron: With being mainly agility, they really were.

Valerie P. Awsum: And ask what are your options

GM (GM): No shit?

Valerie P. Awsum: I REMEMBER WHEN THOSE LEGS
KILLED A FROG
AND RUINED CHRISTMAS

Clayton: heh

GM (GM): So many heads were kicked.

Martin Baron: BEST FIGHTER OF THE GROUP

Clayton: The menace is gone now

Martin Baron: KICKED EVERYONE'S ASSES IN OUR GROUP AT LEAST ONCE
EVEN MY OWN ASS

nono o.: pdf saved
thanks for that

Valerie P. Awsum: One sec
I'll save it

Jonathan Sommer: "RIP LEGS"

Earrtet Acroud : What about me?

Jonathan Sommer: "GONE TO THE GREAT ASS IN THE SKY"

GM (GM): RIP best legs: https://youtu.be/B4A61UttqLg

Martin Baron grabs what remains of his legs and chucks the biggest piece at Earrtet
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(8)+45= 53
Done

Earrtet Acroud : dodge doll
rolling 1d100 + 45
(49)+45= 94

Zokva: you guys are silly

GM (GM): Swip!

Martin Baron: My other leg then
rolling 1d100+45
(68)+45= 113

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(16)+45= 61

GM (GM): At least he's not eating them.
Hit!
rolling 2d10+15
(2+6)+15= 23
23 damage

Earrtet Acroud : (shit, i may have lost the battle, but i won the soda war that declaired barrys red cola is best cola

GM (GM): That's what matters.
Okay, gotta blast.

Martin Baron: Anyhoo, I'll either make a new character or try out the all mind and no other stats character.

GM (GM): Sure!
Borked as hell is the best borked

nono o.: ((i'd drown in barry's red cola))

Zokva: gnight chaps

nono o.: ay i'm not even in character

GM (GM): (( Dammit, I'm trying to lay off the stuff.

Martin Baron: Martin's definitely gone fucking batshit though. So unless we timeskip, I'm gonna have him barking mad
In both senses of the word

Zokva: I mmight try out the game with some irl buddies and send ya a field report later