Endtown RPG Session #38

GM (GM): Hey everyone!

Martin Baron: Hey GM

Claudius Silvanus: Hey hey

DJ-Max: Yo yo

GM (GM): Just had to update the pdf: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc

Cas Hutson: Oh hey GM!

GM (GM): Hey!
So, you guys ready to start?

Cas Hutson: Yep!

Claudius Silvanus: Yes

Martin Baron: Mhmm

GM (GM): Darn, that means I can't stall

We begin!

Martin Baron: What's up?

our heroes have just thrwarted a band of thieves but in the process lost their technologically advanced superhorse.

Also, half their jeep and the entire den is buried under 5 feet of dust!

there are 2.5 ferrets, one unconscous lion, and an endless expanse of unyielding post apocalyptic flatland.

Clayton R. is brimming with anger now that his suit has been torn. He searches desperately for an outlet for his anger

Claudius Silvanus is tries to check if the ferret next to him is still alive and if not perform CPR

Cas Hutson slowly stands back up on his feet, recovering from being shocked.

Claudius Silvanus: (Whoops)

Martin Baron collects the shotgun and armor from the tased lion. He briefly considers checking the other ferrets for weapons to avoid any further mishaps/

GM (GM): (Whaa wah.)
You check the ferret, it doesn't take a doctor to figure you she's dead.

Martin Baron: ( Perception roll to see if they have any weapons / hidden weapons? )
(Well that sucks.)

GM (GM): Sure!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(90)+15= 105

Clayton R. looks around. Checking the den's survivors

Cas Hutson: ( The rabbit can see all )

Claudius Silvanus takes a step back and takes few deep breaths feeling a bit sick. He didn't want it to end this way...

GM (GM): You trace your steps as best you could ayou you are certain they are around...Here.

DJ-Max takes a moment to dust himself off, breathing deeply a bit. Another fight, another bunch of possibly dead people.

Martin Baron: ( I was checking for weapons on the 3 still alive ferrets )

Clayton R. looks back around to the group. "What happened to Hershel?"

GM (GM): Oh, In that case: The ferrets are unarmed. The lion has a pump action shotgun.

Martin Baron: ( Already got that and the armor. )
( Good to know though, though I bet their claws could do 50 damage in one swing. )

Claudius Silvanus looks around to reasses the situation once more and when he finds the jeep half buried in the sand he jumps to it and tries to dislodge the shovel from it's side

GM (GM): Then they don't have any other weapons besides their claws.

Martin Baron: ( Think I should keep the shotgun out, tell the ferrets to stay down? )

GM (GM): You have the shovel.

Martin Baron: ( Intimidate roll? )

Claudius Silvanus: ( I dig. )

Cas Hutson pats himself off of some of the dust on his clothing. He turns towards Clayton, perking up. "Hm? Hershel?" Cas questioned.

Clayton R. frowns, "The Transporter. Where is it?"

GM (GM): (Oh, right, funny suule.)
Sure martin

Claudius Silvanus: ( Shit. I didn't mean that )

Martin Baron: ( I really don't want another botched intimidation roll )

GM (GM): (dooo it!)
I mean, one is tasered and the other is pinned under a jeep, so you are really only concerned with the one.

Martin Baron keeps the shotgun out, aimed in the general direction of the ferrets, though holds his finger away from the trigger in case of an accident. He yells out "All of you, stay down!"

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(27)+15= 42
( SOILED )

GM (GM): Although your voice squeeks a little they comply.

Cas Hutson grimaces over Clayton's question. "That %&*# weasel took that thing off. Tried to stop her from taking it, but I ended up shocked over here!"

Clayton R. switches to stun, winding up his gun

Claudius Silvanus tries to see how badly the jeep is damage as the party tries to interrogate the peeps

GM (GM): ((Wind everyday keeps the topsider away. Best I could come up with.))

Martin Baron: ( Hey Claud, wan't a pistol? )

Claudius Silvanus: (( I still have my nade launcher, sides no skill to use a pistol proper ))

Martin Baron: ( Anyone else who doesn't have a gun want a pistol? I think everyone already does. )

GM (GM): The voltage has worn off on the lion and the ferret.

Martin Baron: ( Re-apply an intimidation roll? Or do they get the message? )

Clayton R. paces back toward Claud to dig the jeep up, he suits up in his normal wear, including his SWAT jacket and Riot Helmet.

GM (GM): ((they got it.))

Martin Baron: "Hands on your head, no moving." Martin squeaks out to the four mutants.

Cas Hutson wanders toward the ferret nearby him, giving a quick check.

GM (GM): One of the ferret protests by abruptly shouting to get her out from under this car.
Also, exclaims you all had relations with your own mothers.

Martin Baron: "Claud, get her out." Martin says, not moving an inch from his spot.

Clayton R. steps in front of the whiny ferret. "Your group ruined my suit too.... Why shouldn't I dust you here and now lady?"

GM (GM): Cas, the ferret next to you is dead. Likely killed in the crash from the jeep.

Claudius Silvanus curses under his nose and tries to get the ferret out by lifting the car

GM (GM): Claud, with a lift of 180 you need someone to pull that ferret out while you lift.
Sorry, 120lbs.

Martin Baron: "Just what the hell was all this?! Was this whole slave thing a scam?" Martin shouts to the two ferrets and lion.

Cas Hutson gives a small huff, looking down upon the dead ferret. He raises his head back up, eyeing over at the jeep.

Clayton R.: (( Am I getting any response from he ferret under the car? ))

GM (GM): The lady tells Clayton to go plug himself.

Martin Baron: ( Is plug yourself an actual insult? )

GM (GM): The other ferret tells Martin sarcastically that it was, indeed, a scam.

DJ-Max: "...Like a headphone?"

Martin Baron: ( Martin's not a smart person. )

Claudius Silvanus holds the jeep up a bit "CAN SOMEONE HELP ME OUT... THIS IS HEAVY"

Clayton R. frowns behind his visor, shaking his head and pointing the blaster at the Ferret. "where did your friend go?"

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPcWmNn26SY

Martin Baron motions for Cas to help Claudius out.

GM (GM): As the lady waits for Cas to help, she exclaims something is broken. Also something about truckers.

Cas Hutson is caught to attention by Claud, deciding to go over to where he is to help him out. "Alright alright, I'm coming," Cas says.

Martin Baron: "Where'd your friend go? Er, the one with our transport?" Martin asks the sarcastic-ferret.

GM (GM): Cas slips the hairball from under the jeep, claude sets the jeep down with a huff.

Martin Baron: ( It's long gone, most likely. Gonna have to book it to the missile silo on foot. )

Clayton R. steps back as Cas helps the ferret out. He keeps the blaster at her.

GM (GM): The ferret says she went to Dentown.

Clayton R.: "Where is Dentown?

Claudius Silvanus takes body of the deceased ferret and the shovel and walks off a considerable distance between burying her.

GM (GM): The lady says that she doesn't know. The map was in their base, which is buried.

Clayton R. sighs, "Then what good are you to us anymore?"

Martin Baron grumbles, scratching the back of his head. He looks to the others and says "We're just gonna have to go on foot... What should we do with these guys?"

Claudius Silvanus: ( Oh boy...
( Don't say mass murder cause Claude will shovel someone in the head )

GM (GM): The lion jumps up and shows his claws.

Clayton R. shrugs, "firing squad sounds good."

Cas Hutson: (Dunno. Could leave em here.)

Clayton R. snaps, shooting at the lion

GM (GM): He asks you loudly to attempt it.
Roll to hit. On a miss you will hit martin

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+10
(68)+10= 78

GM (GM): 2d10 to find out how long

Clayton R.: rolling 2d10
(3+10)= 13

GM (GM): The lion flops over throughly stunned.

Claudius Silvanus comes back when he's finished... looking uncomfortable

GM (GM): That was the wrong thing to do!

Martin Baron recoils as the stun blast just barely hits him, zooming past him and stunning the lion next to him. "Christ! #$(% !"

Clayton R. shakes his head again. "I say we just execute them here if they won't help us any further."

GM (GM): The still able ferrets hiss and attack!

Martin Baron: "Dammit man! They're unarmed! They may be filthy #$(%s but I'm not killing unarmed mutants!"

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+70
(74)+70= 144

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+55
(10)+55= 65
( Wew )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(53)+45= 98

Claudius Silvanus runs back seeing the outburst of violence occuring and Clayton angry shouts

DJ-Max: rolling 1d100 + 20
(53)+20= 73

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+55
(52)+55= 107

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K56soYl0U1w

DJ-Max: "The hell man..."

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20
(22)+20= 42

GM (GM): ((I suppose this is in no way indicates that I've been really eager to see Civil War.))

Martin Baron: ( It's a good movie mang )

GM (GM): Clayton! That blaster is burning in your hand

Martin Baron: ( Villain's good, side character's are good, it's a good movie )

GM (GM): Metaphorically, not actually burning.

Clayton R.: (( What? ))
(( Oh ))

GM (GM): Means you are ready to shoot!

Clayton R.: (( Do I have clear shots at the ones by DJ? He is a small character. ))

Cas Hutson: ((Haven't gotten to see the movie yet, but I guess I could do that sometime later.))

GM (GM): Ah, I forgot to mention, gore has been changed so you can do it after a move action.

Clayton R.: (( Weren't some other rolls changed too? ))

GM (GM): Also there is tackle., if you have str higher then the other guy then you can knock him over
Yeah, for for fortitude
forforfor

GM (GM): But I think you guys are abrushed to the changes, right?
(That's a good point clayton.

Clayton R.: (( I don't mind the changes ))

GM (GM): ((Technically you do not so it's alike cover. -30 to hit them. Miss and hit your mates!))

Martin Baron: ( In a really tight space too )

GM (GM): Almost point blank

Clayton R.: ((Alright. I'll take the shot at one behind me that I can see clearly. Does the roll change with the range here? ))

GM (GM): Eh, yeah.
It's point blank rules
So you can get 20< but she can parry.
Take an action!

Clayton R.: (( Parry a blaster? ))

GM (GM): Parry your hand.

Martin Baron: ( You are in point blank range )

Clayton R.: (( Ah. ))
rolling 1d100+10
(87)+10= 97

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(10)+20= 30
Nope. She tries to grab your blaster but you zap her center mass.
rolling 2d10
(10+8)= 18

Clayton R.: ((Alright, can I get a clear shot from here?))

GM (GM): Nope.
Still shooting over your friends.
That would work, sure

Clayton R.: ((Can I go behind the jeep now, or is there just a big sand wall? ))

GM (GM): Nope it's flate, go ahead.
*flat

Clayton R.: (( Is it okay to fire from cover here? Sorry for so many questions. ))

GM (GM): Sure, for the one directly left.
You can hit both but it's tricky.
Also you have only one action left.

Clayton R.: I'll just go for direct left ferret.
rolling 1d100+10
(53)+10= 63

GM (GM): rolling 2d10
(3+9)= 12
Claud!

Claudius Silvanus runs to tackle Clayton to the ground...

Clayton R.: (( Only one opponent left then? ))

GM (GM): That ferret goes down as well.
2 left.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I was never really on your side anyway! ))

GM (GM): Oop, no just one.

Clayton R.: (( I got the lion for 13 minutes right? ))

GM (GM): That's his nameplate

Claudius Silvanus: Anyway... run and tackle Clay

Martin Baron: ( Really the only threat there seems to be in this game is ourselves. )

Clayton R. is too distracted by the ferret to notice Claud coming. He yells angrily at the moose. "Get the hell off of me! They are the enemy!"

GM (GM): (I think that's appropriate for endtown.)

Martin Baron: ( Or at least Clayton, Suule, and me, since everyone else is pretty chill on player attacking. )

Claudius Silvanus: ( Do I need to roll for hit? )

GM (GM): Yes
Just to see if it isn't a crit

Claudius Silvanus: ( Shoot... what was the bonus for AGL 6, LVL 3? )

GM (GM): 30

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+30
(51)+30= 81

GM (GM): And 8d10 damage

Claudius Silvanus: (( I want to tackle him to KO him ))

Clayton R.: (( What? Did he fucking try to gore me? ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Not kill him!! ))

GM (GM): You sprint and fly through the air and land on him.
Well you have to knock him down!

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 8d10
(9+8+2+2+10+9+10+4)= 54

GM (GM): You're some 300 of venision flying through the air!

Claudius Silvanus: (( He's a big guy ))

Clayton R.: (( Fuck that shit. 54 to armor and a very angry Clayton than just a tackle. ))

GM (GM): Well, actually that would be a restrain hit, huh?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Might be ))

Clayton R.: (( Well, don' you have to announce gore attacks? ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( My intention is to restrain not to kill. Claude doesn't want to kill anyone ))
(( The death of the ferret was accidental! ))

GM (GM): ((Yes. So if it's a restrained attack claud can decide how much of 54 he wants to inflict.
Either way you both end up prone.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Well... enough to his head to KO him ))

GM (GM): That would be 40

Claudius Silvanus jumps on top of Clay with all of his might. He doesn't say a word but there's a lot of worry painting on his face.

GM (GM): Actually he's got a helmet so just do the full 54.

Clayton R.: (( I'll take the KO actually. I got called in to handle something today, and they showed up much later than they said they would. Come on Gm, don't be like that.))

GM (GM): Sure

Claudius Silvanus: (( Prepare to get shouted at a lot next session ))

upon seeing others jump him the one still conscious ferret decides not to fight!

Martin Baron: ( Shit Clayton, hope whatever you got to do goes smoothly. )

GM (GM): (Combat End.)

Claudius Silvanus: (( Later Clay. Hope it goes well for you ))

Clayton R.: (( Should only take 45 minutes and I see no reason to be mad at me when I was simply standing my ground mane. ))

Cas Hutson: ( Oh, see ya Clay. )

Martin Baron: ( Best of luck with that job. )

Claudius Silvanus picks up unconcious Clay and pulls him over his arm "NO MORE VIOLENCE. STOP IT." He yells picking up the blaster and waving it around. "STOP KILLING EACH OTHERS YOU &$#!@ FOOLS!"

GM (GM): (When he comes back, clay is strapped to the hood.)

Clayton R. doesn't have time to yell again as he is conked in the head by Claud. He's out for now.

Cas Hutson: ( Yeah, best of luck! )

GM (GM): Have a good one man!

Clayton R.: (( See ya in an hours or so hopefully. ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPY5P0TaC4k ))

Clayton R.: (( I'll just go afk and stay logged. ))

Martin Baron holds his hands up, letting the shotgun fall to the floor. "Jesus man, calm down! I was talking him down, he wouldn't have gotten to these guys!"

GM (GM): Clay cannot respond, he had a moose land on him and now he sleeps.

DJ-Max breathes a sigh of relief. "Why's it always gotta be like this..."

Claudius Silvanus tosses Clay in the jeep... He had enough for today...

GM (GM): The last ferret points out, without being asked, that he did draw on them.

Claudius Silvanus: You, mr. Rabbit are travelling with a grade A psychopath. I mean your Red Panda friend didn't look too sane but this one takes the cake... HE KILLED TWO PEOPLE AND WAS READY TO KILL MORE.

GM (GM): ((Its the topsider tech, it's given him mutant bloodlust!))

Claudius Silvanus pokes Clayton in the face/mask "AND HE WEARS THAT SCARY SUIT TOO?! WHAT IS HE TRYING TO DO EVEN?"

Cas Hutson eyes over Claud, frowning as he mumbles, "&^, you didn't to do that, y'know.."

DJ-Max leans back against the jeep. "Tryin' to keep bein' human I guess." the Rat says with shrug.

Claudius Silvanus cringes "Well if that's being human, count me out from humanity! People like him is the reason bombs started flying!"

Martin Baron: "I don't know, just... look, attacking the bastard wont make this #$(% get any better. For all we know, he'll probably wake up a few minutes from now and make a beeline for your throat!"

Claudius Silvanus shrugs "I don't care, Mr. Rabbit. The moment I changed I could fend off any kind of a person trying to go against me. I'm sure he won't pose a problem."

Martin Baron: ( Wonder if I can interrogate the remaining ferret for info on the Dentown. If the map's buried and they don't know where to go, why did that one drive off and they say she's going there? )

GM (GM): Sure!

Cas Hutson: ( I can help out if you fail the roll. )

GM (GM): She's a sarcastic ferret. She doesn't know.
You could assume.
Still interogate away!

Martin Baron relaxes his arms, bending down to pick up the shotgun in a non-threatening manner. "We can't convince him to drop the 'shoot on sight' personality why constantly clocking him over the head. That method was ruled out weeks ago."

Martin Baron: ( *by )

DJ-Max: "Worst still.. he's been through a lot with us."

Claudius Silvanus: (( Everett's greatest foe: http://i.chzbgr.com/full/8177628416/h5CC2AD67/ ))

Martin Baron: ( I'll go for it. I can guarantee the roll will fail. )

Claudius Silvanus sighs and headshakes "You have the weirdest friends... "

Martin Baron turns back to the remaining ferret, crouching to be eye level with the ferret laying on the ground. "Now then... you said Dentown, yeah? I'm sure you know something more about where it is."

Martin Baron: ( Mind*5 roll? Same as always? )

GM (GM): Yep

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(10)+15= 25
( No surprises there. )

Claudius Silvanus: ( Cas ? )

GM (GM): She replies with "Sorry, never heard of that place."

Cas Hutson: ( I'll help. )

GM (GM): Sarcastically.

DJ-Max makes finger guns to Claudius. "Well, now your one of them."

GM (GM): The cheese

Martin Baron grumbles, standing back up. He spots Cas making an attempt for information and says to him "Your turn."

Claudius Silvanus: (( Actually... can I fast-talk her? )

GM (GM): ((Want to roll to help Cas?))

Cas Hutson: (( Yep ))

GM (GM): Sure, cas then Claudius

Cas Hutson relaxes a bit, eyeing over at the remaining ferret conscious before approaching her. He figure he could try getting some info out of her.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20
(72)+20= 92

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(82)+45= 127

She remains stalwart in her persnickity resolve.

Claudius Silvanus knows the story doesn't tick... he attempts to do a round of fast questions to make the ferret slip up

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+35
(13)+35= 48
( WOW, REAL WIT THERE, CLAUDE )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(62)+45= 107

Martin Baron: ( Should go the Genghis Khan route here and hire her. She's high in mental fortitude )

GM (GM): The ferret eases up alittle, realizing she's just being tiresome for annoying sake.

Cas Hutson: (But what if she'll betray us later on?)

GM (GM): Well, that's a risk.

Martin Baron: ( Don't treat her like a prisoner then. Payment, food, and a safe party in a harsh environment can give a lot in the way of trust. )

GM (GM): Also, has already happened once today.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Explosive collar? ))
(( I'm sure Everett will hook you up with something ))

GM (GM): ((Cash, food, safety, and then an explosive collar. Love that sequence in logic.))

Martin Baron: ( Joking aside, logical solution here is telling them to stand up, and walk out in the opposite direction of us. )

GM (GM): True!

Claudius Silvanus sighs.. it's kinda useless

GM (GM): (Bribery is a good idea she is a theif afterall.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Martin, I'm sure that if you come up with a non-violent solution like a shock collar, you could convince Claude to wirte it up ))

Cas Hutson grumbles, annoyed by his failure to get something outta that ferret.

Martin Baron: ( Roll mind for shock collar idea? )

GM (GM): Nah, you have already thought of it.
By thinking about it.

Martin Baron: ( True. Still, I'm only 1 mind point above rat security. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( You need to convince Claude though ))

GM (GM): Time has passed, just alittle.

Martin Baron rubs the back of his head, walking about in a circle as he tries to think. Eventually he stops in his place, looking at the lion and ferrets. He walks to Claudius and asks "... How good are you at engineering things?"

GM (GM): The lion gets up with a gurgle.

Claudius Silvanus: I'm one of the best!

Claudius Silvanus pats the jeep "I got your jeep running!"

Martin Baron pauses for a bit, turning to the gurgling lion. "Now you stay the #(%$ down or we'll do more to you than just stun your @#( !"

Martin Baron: ( Roll intimidation again or? )

GM (GM): Sure

Martin Baron: ( Yipee )
rolling 1d100+15
(79)+15= 94

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(32)+15= 47

Martin Baron: ( Oh lookee here, an actual good roll )

GM (GM): He kneels on the ground and puts his hands behind his head.

Clayton R.: (( Back now ))

Martin Baron scoffs and turns back to Claudius. He claps his hands together as he tries to find the right words to say. "You know anything about... um, shock collars?"

GM (GM): That was quick!

Martin Baron: ( Cool man )

Cas Hutson: ( Hey Clayton! How did it go? )

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin... between shock and bewilderment. "I... I know enough about electricity to make one yes. But why do you need them? Oh Geeze, you're not the slavers now aren't you?"

Clayton R.: (( It was fine, menial really. ))
(( Can I wake up now? ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah and my back is turned to you ))

GM (GM): You are awake. Like a dark spectre you rise!

Martin Baron raises his hands up. "No, no, no... Just... We can use them to help... convince them to show us the way to Dentown. I'll take them off them in due time, I'm not gonna do anything as horrible as what you're thinking of."

GM (GM): (( http://www.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/2015916/rs_560x374-151016175251-1024.The-Last-Man-On-Earth-Will-Forte.ms.101515_copy.jpg ))

Claudius Silvanus rubs his head... "I... I guess that's better than violence. Right? None of them have any pacema... oh who am I kidding. By this time all of them with pacemakers would be dead. Okay mr. Rabbit. I see what I can do."

Martin Baron: "Just... some sort of remote to control shocks, we tell them to lead the way, we get Hershel back, and we take them off."
"Ok good. What do you need to make it, because I doubt we can take a trip back."

Clayton R. groans as he returns back to the world of the living. He leans up from the backseat of the Jeep, watching silently as the others interrogate the muties. He takes a moment to check over his gear while eveyone has their back to him. He notes a small crack in his visor ans he grabs his weapons. He holsters the blaster, but he keeps his hand ready should he need it.

DJ-Max: "I can already tell this is gonna go south."

GM (GM): The ferrets group together to consolidate their power

Claudius Silvanus: (( I have your blaster, Clay ))

Clayton R.: (( Oh. I missed that. I'll keep ole burny and toasty ready then. ))

GM (GM): ((Stun...Them... All))

Claudius Silvanus: (( The Moose doesn't know how to use it!))
(( Problem of not being an Endtowner no. 1: Who the fuck is Mallard? ))

Clayton R.: (( What happening really? Are they trying to fight again? ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'm gonna try and talk them down ))

GM (GM): 'lady' speaks up.
((Without you there clay they decided to reenact Fortress.))

Martin Baron: ( We're looking into interrogating them for the location of Hershel. I'm trying to ask Claudius if he can make shock collars. )

Lady: Listen as much as we like being rendered unconscious and serve as inmates in your theoretical prison... We should be going.

Cas Hutson turns over to Martin in question. "Right after one of the ferrets went off from trying to help, you still want to keep them around?" Cas questions.

Martin Baron: ( Intimidate them down again? A shotgun can help wonders. )
( Maybe let a shot off in the dirt, spook them )

Lady: Let's play a game, winner gets what we want and then we all walk away? Sound alright?

Martin Baron: ( Gambling? Cool )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Oh God... please ))

GM (GM): ((Well, these are test sessions and we are in a rut here!
Gamblin'

Martin Baron: "... OK. What do you have in mind?"

GM (GM): Lady is betting 500.

Clayton R. is hanging back in the car, still silent

Cas Hutson: ( Hoo boy, this won't well )

GM (GM): So that means her and any one else rolls 5d10

Cas Hutson: ( *won't end well )

Martin Baron: ( Alright. I'll roll the dice. )
( Unless someone else wants to gamble their money )

GM (GM): 1:1 comparison. Highest total wins, counted by dies.
She rolls
rolling 5d10
(3+4+1+9+6)= 23

Cas Hutson: ( Don't have much money over here, so I can't. )

GM (GM): So in order: 9,6,4,3,1

Martin Baron complies with the ferret's game. He draws $500 and puts it on top of her money. Martin makes the roll.

GM (GM): (Well, it's just an example here so we don't have to use real-pretend money.)

Martin Baron: ( I'm good with using money. )
rolling 5d10
(6+9+7+2+5)= 29
( Should this game have a name? )

Claudius Silvanus: ( Wew lad... beaten her every dice )

GM (GM): Normally we would reroll ties but you basically won all 5
So you'd win 500

Martin Baron: ( I may be a horrible dice roller, but I'm... actually the same with gambling. )

GM (GM): Let's say you did.

Martin Baron: ( No money bet then )

GM (GM): I have no idea, I think this is like that game success and cowards or something.

Martin Baron: ( So is this practice or a real gambling game? )

GM (GM): So everyone got how that works?

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. If not, could always do blackjack. )

GM (GM): It's a tutorial

Martin Baron: ( Ah. SOrry then )

GM (GM): Hey, I figured out italics!
brb

Martin Baron: ( Wont show in the paste )

DJ-Max: (Tutorial?~)

Claudius Silvanus: ( We lost Clay ?)

Martin Baron: ( So one more gambling round? For realsies with real money? )
( Got $1000 ready to blow )

GM (GM): They are up to it.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Come on Martin, don't tempt your luck ))

GM (GM): Lady does not hide that she has a gambling of 2.
So you will lose your top two highest dies.

Claudius Silvanus: (( We won, we can get what we want ))

Martin Baron: ( Well none of us have gambling, so we're all on equal terms of who goes here. )

GM (GM): That's true.

Martin Baron: ( And that was a practice round Claud, like the party round )

GM (GM): And it's a new skill.
So let's say she doesn't have gambling either
Wanna roll 10d10?

Martin Baron: ( Don't care either way, so sure. )
( How much dosh is being bet? )

Clayton R.: (( Back kind of... May need to leave again for something else. ))

GM (GM): Let's make it good and difficult and say everyone can join in.

Martin Baron: ( That sucks man. Wont miss much now though, just tossing cards )
( 3 ferrets gambling against 3 of our players? )

GM (GM): Sure.
Assume card battle formation!

Martin Baron: "Fine. No funny business, or I'll send you all to the shadow realm in a blink of an eye."

Clayton R.: (i can't participate right now. ))

Cas Hutson: ( pff )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Okay Setto Kaiba ))

Martin Baron lays the shotgun behind him and pulls out his 9mm Blue to put on top of that. He tries to keep the other pistol hidden.

GM (GM): They want 1000
So it's 10d10

Martin Baron complies to the gamble. How strange this situation went, from combat, hostilities between one another, and now a gambling game. This day keeps getting weirder and weirder.

GM (GM): They only will roll for one.

Martin Baron: ( Split it between the 3 of us? )
( Or 4, if the lion is playing )

GM (GM): rolling 10d10
(6+2+7+10+4+6+8+9+2+9)= 63
Sure, the highest of you get's the cash.

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 10d10
(10+9+2+2+1+8+5+5+7+10)= 59

GM (GM): No, the lion has terrible luck.

Martin Baron pays fully, placing $1000 dollars in the "pot".

Clayton R.: (( Just say I'm in the car for now. bullshit going on on my end. ))

Martin Baron: ( Sorry man. Hope it clears up quickly )

Cas Hutson: rolling 10d10
(3+5+7+2+10+8+3+8+10+6)= 62

Martin Baron: ( I believe in the heart of the cards. I'm gonna win this )
rolling 10d10
(7+2+9+10+5+8+3+6+6+9)= 65
( Booyah )

GM (GM): Everyone has 10 on the first.

Cas Hutson: ( Ayy! )

GM (GM): Martin wins!
Kind of found a flaw in the game, it's abit hard to compare dies in a chat window.

Martin Baron: ( Now I summon my Blue Eyes White Dragon to destroy their puny cards )
( All 3 of them on the same turn )
( Especially if it's multiple people rolling )

DJ-Max: (This is why I play MtG)

GM (GM): True.

DJ-Max: (Just 'Detention Sphere' and call it a day.)

GM (GM): But by totals it's clear your side one.
$ 1000 bones to that.
rolling 10d10
(5+6+10+9+2+2+5+5+2+8)= 54

Martin Baron: ( Guessing that goes straight to the winner? )

GM (GM): rolling 10d10
(10+8+2+3+6+5+3+9+5+1)= 52

Martin Baron: ( This is such a pain to format in the paste )

GM (GM): sure.
Okay.

Martin Baron: ( $2000 buckaroos to me then )
( Another roll? )

GM (GM): Okay. The thieves tell you that dentown is a rotten colony.
Meaning it's filled with exiles, criminals, and the scumbags thrown out of other colonies.
The place used to be a former dentist college.

Martin Baron: ( Any other info they can give us? Or do we have to whoop them at Magic the Yu-gi-oh again? )

GM (GM): Acutally yes.

Claudius Silvanus cringes "I knew dentists were evil!"

GM (GM): [new variant rules]
[for chat: standard gamblin' roll off, for every 5 points higher they get a win. So it's not all or nothing.
[sound good?]

DJ-Max: "Truly. A terrible place."

Cas Hutson: ( Yeah that sounds good. )

GM (GM): But this time... The wager is supplies.

Martin Baron chuckles at his friend's responses.

GM (GM): Between them they have 5 days food and water.

Martin Baron: ( So we're betting supplies now? )

GM (GM): Yep.

Martin Baron: ( How much f / w do we have? )

GM (GM): 1d10=1 day supplies
((Sorry, I kind of want to test this throughly.

Martin Baron: ( It's all good )

GM (GM): ((Better than touch football: The combat round.))
rolling 5d10
(2+4+4+10+6)= 26
rolling 5d10
(9+2+4+6+2)= 23
rolling 5d10
(10+3+2+4+6)= 25
So completely average results.

Martin Baron: ( Make my roll now? )

GM (GM): Everyone roll!

Martin Baron: ( HEART OF THE CAAAAAAAAAARDS )
rolling 5d10
(3+1+7+1+1)= 13
( SHEIT )

Cas Hutson: rolling 5d10
(9+10+8+10+3)= 40
( Yes! )

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 10d10
(5+8+3+5+5+6+4+4+2+7)= 49

GM (GM): You beat everyone by 14, so you gain 2 days of supplies... Which claud steals

Martin Baron: ( He rolled 10d10 though, not 5d10 )

GM (GM): Wait, hey!

Cas Hutson: ( Yeah )
( Shouldn't Claud roll again? )

GM (GM): Claude apparntly slaps down a 14 card hand.

Cas Hutson: ( This time with 5d10? )

GM (GM): And then shouts king me

Martin Baron: ( He shouts UNO )

GM (GM): Yes

Claudius Silvanus laughs heartly... he used to be good at cards when he was at the tech school.

GM (GM): So Cas now has another 5 total days of beans and water.

DJ-Max laughs.

GM (GM): The ferrets swear alot.

Martin Baron: ( Next up! You'll be betting... your souls! Darby makes an appearance! )

GM (GM): Clearly bad karma.

Clayton R.: (( I'm back again ))

GM (GM): The point in to the giant sad patch that was their dug out and say that their supplies and a map to dentown is there.

Martin Baron: "Anything else you want to lose?" Martin banters to the ferrets.

Claudius Silvanus laughs "Their clothes? We can play Strip Poker next"

Lady: we really don't have anything...

GM (GM): The sarcastic one exclaims that they are screwed now.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'm tempted with a strip poker round... ))
(( Just for laughs ))

GM (GM): The lion does have his armor

Cas Hutson smirks over winning the supplies he won. At least there's supplies to be had for traveling.

DJ-Max: "I'm not playing strip poker. No way. Na-uh"

Martin Baron: ( GM, I took that and the shotgun off his body last session )
( The Lalamar Scale military vest? )

GM (GM): (Yes and yes. I'd hope so.)

Claudius Silvanus: (( AH FUCK ITLET'S HAVE SOME FUN ))

Claudius Silvanus shrugs at the lady "You still have your clothes. Want to bet that?"

GM (GM): The lion will bet that for your... Jeep!
The armor is 1200 so 12d10
Winner by 20 points gets it. (30% win. I don't think that math is right but whatevs.)
Who wants to roll against him?

Claudius Silvanus: (( I don't want to roll for the jeep really ))

Martin Baron: ( Sure, why not. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( That's our last method of transport ))

Clayton R. furrows his bros. He can't lose the Jeep. "I think it's about time we leave." He announces, staring daggers particularly at Claud.

Cas Hutson: ( Hmm. I could. )

GM (GM): Well, he also wants your supertech suit and blaster.

Martin Baron: ( Actually yeah, the suit's ruined. We lose, no loss for us. )

GM (GM): And the helmet!

Martin Baron: ( All seriousness though, how about this? )

GM (GM): He likes trophies.

Claudius Silvanus: (( The sensors still work! ))

Clayton R. glares at the lion. "How about you shove off before I give you a napalm bath."

Claudius Silvanus: (( They can prove invaluable ))

Clayton R.: (( I say no. ))

Martin Baron: "How about this: We win, you show us the way to Dentown. If y'all weren't lying about not knowing where it is... You dig the map back up for us."

Claudius Silvanus: (( Well I want to challenge the ferret lady for strip poker round. ))

Clayton R.: (( I still want to kill them honestly, but leaving is good too. ))

GM (GM): Agreed.
The lion agrees taht is.
((Spelling is degrading.)

Martin Baron looks back to the others. "Should we go one last time? If we win, we can get Hershel back."

GM (GM): ...To the map thing! Not the strip!
12d10.
20 best.
Roll?

Clayton R. climbs in the drivers seat of the jeep. He is beginning to hate this new group more.

Claudius Silvanus: (( That's the strip or map? ))

Martin Baron: ( Map you kinky pervert )

Claudius Silvanus: (( I am confused as fuck ))
(( OKAY! ))
rolling 12d10
(4+8+9+10+6+1+4+10+5+3+9+3)= 72
(( W E W L A D )

GM (GM): rolling 12d10
(9+10+6+2+5+1+8+7+6+6+10+6)= 76

Cas Hutson: (( I'm fine with this. ))

GM (GM): Reroll!
Or rather that is to say, now winner exceeding 20 difference

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 12d10
(2+10+10+2+5+8+8+9+1+6+3+2)= 66

GM (GM): rolling 12d10
(4+1+10+3+8+8+8+1+3+4+6+9)= 65
Law of averages is horrible one more time before we just go with best.
rolling 12d10
(2+2+4+10+3+8+3+6+5+10+5+2)= 60

Martin Baron: ( Should I roll or is it a 1 v 1? )

GM (GM): Sure, go ahead.
Martin Baron: rolling 12d10
(10+3+4+9+3+6+2+3+7+9+8+10)= 74

Cas Hutson: ( Could I roll too? )

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 12d10
(5+8+4+10+10+5+10+6+2+10+1+7)= 78

GM (GM): Sure!

Cas Hutson: rolling 12d10
(4+3+3+7+2+9+9+8+10+10+10+9)= 84

GM (GM): There we go! Cas is the winner

Cas Hutson: ( YES )

Martin Baron: ( And hey Clayton, if we lose, we can always go the "Western solution" with these guys. )

GM (GM): Since you are the winner you can name the terms. ie do they still dig up the map, armor, or what?

Martin Baron: ( There's a reason why I left 1 pistol in my pocket. )

GM (GM): Duel at dawn?

Cas Hutson: ( Erm, what do you think? Just have them dig for the map? )

Martin Baron: ( No no, draw and shoot as soon as a gamble doesn't go your way )

GM (GM): Ah, that way.
Yeah, let's do the map.

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. )
( Speaking of armor, how much HP does the Lalamar Armor have? )

GM (GM): 320

Martin Baron: ( Cool. )

Cas Hutson: (Ooo, sweet.)

GM (GM): Sure, it's an 80 year old armor, but it's military grade!
For 1914
The poor sports dig until nightfall. There they dig up a chest, a bench, and a table...And some junk.

Claudius Silvanus grabs the junk... hopes it's his old rifle

Martin Baron unequips the Riot Vest and puts on the Lalamar Scale Military Vest. Pretty damn sturdy from the looks of it. He looks at the others of the group and asks "Any one of you want a Riot Vest?"

Claudius Silvanus: Put it in the car, Mr rabbit... We might want to use it at some point

Claudius Silvanus uses the junk to start repairing other people's stuff...

GM (GM): The junk, is junk. But on the upside it's about (300hp) worth of junk. Enough for repairs or to make something.

Martin Baron: ( Shooooock collaaaaars )

Cas Hutson raises his hand up to get Martin's attention. "Yeah, I'm gonna need one. The one I got is ruined."

GM (GM): The chest also contains Claud's gun.

Martin Baron tosses Cas his Riot Vest. Still undamaged even after what they've been through.

Martin Baron: ( 70 HP )

Cas Hutson: ( Thanks Martin )

Claudius Silvanus hugs his gun back and puts back the voltage regulator back in then gives it start

Claudius Silvanus: (( I can roll for shock collars sure! ))

GM (GM): You need electronics
Mostly, no, The only thing I can think of for that would be electronics.

Martin Baron: ( Eeeeeviiil roooute. Make them march for us )

Clayton R. is content to watch, resisting some small part of his mind telling him to just drive away.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I do have that ! ))

GM (GM): The lion asks if he can have the water, money and food.

Cas Hutson catches the riot vest and puts it on, after removing the remaining pieces of the vest on him.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Engineering 2, Electronics 1, Invention 2))

GM (GM): Well, roll it. Let's say it takes 100 hp of crap to make a collar.

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+10
(26)+10= 36
(( Ow ))

GM (GM): 200
He sneaks the water and the party runs off.

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+10
(42)+10= 52
(( 100 left... ))

GM (GM): ((Since you guys have beat them on every single level.

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+10
(15)+10= 25
(( KILL ME ))

GM (GM): You have a pile of badly sodered slag and bent screws. This didn't go very well!

Martin Baron looks over Claudius' progress. So far, each collar he's made looks like a deathtrap out of a Saw movie. Don't think there'd me much use for those.

Martin Baron: ( *be )

Claudius Silvanus: Sorry, Mr. Rabbit... this is a bit harder than I thought

Martin Baron turns to notice that the ferrets and lions are gone. "Dammit!" He kicks the dirt and sighs " ... At least they dug all this back up."

Clayton R. stares back at the rest of the group, particularly Claud. "You. I need to talk to you right now."

Martin Baron: ( Hey GM. Can I take the loaded dice? )

GM (GM): Yes.

Martin Baron: ( How many are there? They all roll 10s? )

Claudius Silvanus gets up from the soldering set. "Yes?"

GM (GM): When you use the loaded dice you can remove two dies from the defender.
Or if we are doing the improve rules, add +10 to your total.

Martin Baron: ( Defender? Wouldn't it be used to get straight 10s on your own rolls? )
( Make a sneak roll to make it seem natural? )

GM (GM): Sure.
Yeah, its to the same effect.
More importantly you found a map to dentown and compass!

Martin Baron: ( Cool. )

Cas Hutson: ( Nice )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Uh oh... shit's about to go down. ))

Martin Baron pockets the loaded dice. Might help with future gamblings.

Clayton R. leans over and grabs Claud by the antlers. "What the hell were you thinkning attacking me?."

Claudius Silvanus snarls shaking his head "BECAUSE YOU'RE A PSYCHOPATH!"

Claudius Silvanus: NOW LEGGO

Cas Hutson: ( I'll be right back, gotta go something real quick. )

Claudius Silvanus: ( I'm just finding it funny that a 6' human is trying to shake a 7' tall moose )

Clayton R. reestablishes his grip? "I stopped them before they attacked us, nonlethally i may add. Did you forget that they were going to KILL you?."

Clayton R.: (( Heh. Well I am in a Jeep. ))

Claudius Silvanus tries to struggle out of Clayton's grip with a sharp yank. "YOU DUSTED TWO PEOPLE WITHOUT BATTING AN EYELID!"

DJ-Max: "Clayton... you're comin' unhinged man. You've been comin' apart for a while... but ya' breakin' down homeboy."

Clayton R. lets go this time, grabbing Claud's shirt a bit easier. "They were going to kill your team! My team! and if we let them go they will just go on to kill others!" He says with some pause.

GM (GM): Sorry, had to prepare the next map

Claudius Silvanus gets super angry at this point... and decides it's time to WRESTLE.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I reach back and throw Clay down? We're going WRESTLEMANIA tonight ))

Cas Hutson: ((Alright, I'm back.))

GM (GM): Oh, I'd really like that but we only we gotta move the plot along.
Next session, okay?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Just then. A simple contest of strength? ))

GM (GM): Sure
roll 1d100+str bonus

Claudius Silvanus: (( What am I going to throw then? Str bonus for 6 is now?

GM (GM): Winner does or does not get slammed

Clayton R.: (( Oh man, can't wait to see 6 STRgo up against 2 STR ))

GM (GM): +12

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+12
(35)+12= 47

Claudius Silvanus: (( MOOSEMANIA is not gonna go running wild, brother ))

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+4
(92)+4= 96

GM (GM): He resisted!

Clayton R.: but not today

Martin Baron ignores the two fighting for now. Martin searches about the room for any items buried under the dust.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(83)+15= 98

Claudius Silvanus growls having his head locked in a tight grip, unable to find leverage to throw Clayton off the jeep. "$@^%! %$#$@! &%@#@!"

GM (GM): Digging around aimlessly, you find a familiar knife and a pair of glasses.
Are you guys going to take anything else from the camp?

Martin Baron: ( Palpatine's I'm assuming? Alright. )

Claudius Silvanus: ( OTher than the stuff we've found? I think we're done ))

GM (GM): Sheev's shiv

Clayton R. plants himself firmly on the jeep, resisting the moose mutant. "Did I make you angry? Am I pushing a few buttons?.. GET OVER IT." ?He yells befor eletting go, sitting back in the drivers seat. "One of these days, you're going to realize how much animalistic we all really are."

Clayton R.: Ech *just how animalistic

GM (GM): Yes, keep antagonizing bullwinkle! See how that works out!

Martin Baron takes Sheev's glasses and leaves the knife, placing the glasses in the Jeep with the other stuff. Maybe he could sell it next time they visit a settlement.

Claudius Silvanus spits on the ground... he now misses his old workshop. At least he didn't have to deal with a psycho like that. His pride is shaken but he straightens himself out and starts to pack stuff itno the jeep not saying a word.

Martin Baron: ( I'm ready to go. )

Cas Hutson: ( Wait, did we get the other stuff, like the map and the stuff in the crate? )
(And other stuff I assume?)

Clayton R. sighs. "I think we should stop at Deep City to rearm, then head out."

GM (GM): Yeah, I'll add that to your guys manifest later.

Martin Baron: ( We got more than enough, I think we're fine. )

Claudius Silvanus grumbles something under his nose

GM (GM): You ride!

Clayton R.: (( I wanted to drop the suit off at Everett's but alright. ))

GM (GM): Oh please, Everett won't give that back!
Anyway!

Clayton R.: We headed to Dentown or were we heading out to the factory?

your drive into darkness, following the map it leads you to another city ruin.
....
That's a good question!

Martin Baron: ( Should I make a hearing roll? Darkness wont help with sight perception I'm betting. )
( Never mind then )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Everett is would probably make sure you would never get it back, Clay ))

GM (GM): Just to be sure, Dentown or Silo?

Claudius Silvanus: (( He thinks you're going insane in it ))
(( Dentown... Herschel has the bomb disarm instructions! ))

Clayton R.: (( Perhaps so. ))

Cas Hutson: ((Yeah, Dentown would be a good idea to head to.))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Remember that Everett left a copy of that in the transport memory in case "Something bad happens" ))

GM (GM): ((Yeah, handing your suit to the midget that tried to junk shot you is abit of a stretch in trust.))

Claudius Silvanus: (( In the Panda's defence - he was under the influence ))
(( Also getting shot in the arm just made him more pissed off ))

GM (GM): True. Here and now though, you've got some problems.
One, it's dark.
two, these are some big ruins.
Three, it's dark.

Martin Baron: ( Better not be dittos )

Cas Hutson: ((True..))

Martin Baron: ( I'm making a hearing perception roll )
rolling 1d100+35
(67)+35= 102

Claudius Silvanus: (( Shit... we don't have that contraption with out. We could've asked Everett fo it ))

Cas Hutson: ((Maybe we could rest until dawn and then continue towards Dentown?))

GM (GM): You the tk tk tk of some metal tapping, sounds like abit of it.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Christ, not Mutts ))

Martin Baron tries to listen to the background, ignoring any sounds coming from the Jeep and others.

GM (GM): You also here some electronics buzzing.

DJ-Max looks to Martin and waits for his Rabbit ears hear.

Martin Baron whispers to the others "I hear something. Sounds like... water dropping on sheet metal, some sorta tapping. And... buzzing. Technical, electronics buzzing."

Martin Baron: ( Do we have the binoculars? The ones with night vision? )

Clayton R.: (( GM, can I wear only the helmet of the topsider suit for the vision abilities?

GM (GM): ((Eh, sure, why not?

Martin Baron: ( We got the binoculars? )

Clayton R. removes his Riot helmet, tucking it away and detaching the topsider helmet from his suit. He ignores the helmet's suit breach warnings as he puts it on.

Claudius Silvanus looks at Clay with a hateful glare but says nothing

Clayton R.: (( Night vision is on the helmet right? ))

GM (GM): Yes

Clayton R. activates nightvision. "Optics on, I'll call out what I see."

GM (GM): When you put the helm on you see an indicator pointing into the darkness.
It also appears that the helm is decoding a broadcast.

Cas Hutson places his hand on the 9mm Blue, in case he'll need it that is.

GM (GM): The message has been decoded!

Clayton R.: (( What do you mean, "indicator?" Like in the HUD or something I can physically see in the darkness?

GM (GM): As in a targetting reticle.

Clayton R.: (( Sorry. Seemed worded weird to me at first. Let's see that message. ))

GM (GM): Can't spell that word...
A blip, pip, dot, on your HUD.
You also get this message

137313: [scanning]
[scanning][scanning][scanning][scanning][scanning][scanning]

GM (GM): Your optics reveal
A mutt

Claudius Silvanus: (( I knew it ))

Martin Baron whispers to Clayton "What do you see?"

Clayton R. winces. "A mutt."

Martin Baron scowls, readying his shotgun. "Do you see where it is?"

GM (GM): You hear another message

Claudius Silvanus whispers "What's a Mutt?"

Cas Hutson turns to Clayton, confused. "A mutt?"

GM (GM): [genetic anomalies found][intercepting]

Clayton R.: (( mutt is dead ahead, right GM? ))

Martin Baron whispers to the others in a harsh tone "Just how new are you?!"

GM (GM): Yep

DJ-Max: "Uh... I'm not against punching dogs but..."

Martin Baron: "Clayton! What do we do?" Martin whispers, trying to see anything clearly through the darkness.

Clayton R. nods. "Dead ahead Martin. "

Claudius Silvanus whispers "Living in Deep City for my whole life, Mr. Rabbit."

Clayton R.: Sorry, on phone now

Martin Baron: ( Roll perception to see them dead ahead? Or just blind fire? Also crap, that's a lot of Mutts )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I try to launch a nade in the centre? ))

Cas Hutson: "It's not like I know what you know," Cas replies back in an annoyed tone.

GM (GM): Sure and sure!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(16)+15= 31

Clayton R.: I havve to run off real quick if we want to pause

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+20
(25)+20= 45
(( FUGG :DD ))

GM (GM): Sure, hit.

Clayton R.: Like 2-3 min if you want my firepower immediatly

Martin Baron can't see anything in this darkness. He heeds Clayton's words and keeps the shotgun aimed at the front of the Jeep.

Martin Baron: ( Best wait )

GM (GM): Okay.
I need a stretch anyway.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Right I give the blaster back to Clay ))

GM (GM): I'm sorry if it's been slow today.
Just not on top of my game today.

Martin Baron: ( Partly our fault. We discuss things too thoroughly )

GM (GM): Well, it wasn't a bad idea!

Martin Baron: ( which one? )

GM (GM): ((the shock collar.))
((So I was thinking of redoing skills.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Redo Washing Hands while you're at it. It was a very useless ability ))

GM (GM): You guys were telling me to have the stat bonus go to the skill roll.))

Clayton R.: (( back now ))

DJ-Max: (Gotta get goin' soon guys. Was nice being here, but I'm out.)

GM (GM): I guess.
Well if you were a pickpocket it would be right up there!
Ah, perhaps it's cutting time.
Since there is very little chance of this not being a big kerfluffle.

Claudius Silvanus: (( But but.. DM I shot m nade D: ))
(( At least give me a chance to roll damage ))

GM (GM): But first, let's run though XP

Clayton R. speaks again, clarifying. "Several Mutts actually. All dead ahead. I'll start with some fire. Then follow suit. If anyone has any flares use 'em."

DJ-Max: (Peace out guys!)

Clayton R.: (( Oh yeah, this could be big. ))

Cas Hutson: (Oh, see ya DJ!)

GM (GM): There, now i'll remember.
Later man! Have a good one!

Clayton R.: (( See ya. Sorry for holding everyone back today. ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Later DJ ))

GM (GM): Well actually, this was hinted at in the comics of all mutt squads.
Usually running around ruins.

Martin Baron: ( Later DJ, sorry, back from bathroom )

GM (GM): XP. Plus +15 to clayton for just flooring the enemy.
You know you're dangerous when your bros have to hold you back.

Clayton R.: heh

Martin Baron: There's also the XP from previous session

GM (GM): +20 to moose and cas for getting the ferret from under the car, and stopping the Claytongedon.
That is true!

Claudius Silvanus: Yeah that too

Cas Hutson: Yeah

Clayton R.: (( I don't get anything for causing them to singlehandedly surrender with one person left to surrender? ))

GM (GM): Well, starting from the top, two weeks ago.
I was getting to it!
+5 to cas for tracking the theives through the wastes.

Clayton R.: It was merely a jest

GM (GM): +5 for also trying to get the PT back.
Konami is very stubborn.
+8 to clay for taking out enemies two weeks ago.
+5 to Martin for tasing the lion guy.
And plus 20 to Martin, and moose for saving them from the cave it.
cave in.

Claudius Silvanus: Also Martin don't worry. I have 9 SP saved

GM (GM): Man, that whole episode was alot. Definitely going to finish xp the same week next time.

Claudius Silvanus: That means when level up. Electronics 2

Martin Baron: I'm telling you! The XP! I would save Hitler from a burning house if it meant I got XP.

GM (GM): Anything I'm missing?

Martin Baron: Then get even more by capping him

Claudius Silvanus: We can start making our prison!

Cas Hutson: Any notes on MP damage?

GM (GM): "I didn't kill him, thus I saved him from myself, can I have xp?"
None, it was handled last time and today was total stun.

Martin Baron: I see no flaw from that statement

Cas Hutson: Ah, alright.

GM (GM): Despite the horribly high violence and tension, no kills.
And this session was really kind of a test for afew thing.
so I think everyone should get +20 xp for that.

Martin Baron: New idea: gamble MP for XP

GM (GM): Make another note for DJ next time.
There you go.

Martin Baron: His XP?

GM (GM): I'd estimate it's about 44xp.
Over the last two weeks.