Endtown RPG Session #49

GM (GM): https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc
Nah, threw in some things about biting crocs and mutants and did some formatting.
Also added afew things to the misc items.
Nothing outstanding.

Martin Baron: What's the new misc items?

GM (GM): I've gotten alot of feed back this week that ive had to consider
Items: Musical instruments

Suule: Oh yeah

GM (GM): Vitamin cake

Suule: I will need to poke you about something later

GM (GM): Poke away!
But later, for now is game time!
Everybody ready?

Lex P.: is to RP /em?

Jonathan Sommer: Who's Nick Delacruz?

Lex P.: me

Martin Baron: */me

GM (GM) says yes

Martin Baron: Yeah.

Draxon Vayne: Yes

Nick Delacruz: I'm Nick now

nono o.: uh hol up i have nick on my dropdown menu for dialogue

Lex P.: dah fuk

GM (GM): that is correct

Martin Baron: Which one is Nick? Draxon?

Jonathan Sommer: For some reason I can talk as him

Suule: I'm not Nick

Nick Delacruz: Sommer's the best

Suule: GMMMMMM
:V

Jonathan Sommer: Damn straight

Nick Delacruz: yes
Nah mang

Valerie P. Awsum: There
I have Nick in my drop-down

Nick Delacruz: Martin da MvP

Martin Baron: Weird.

GM (GM): Oh yeah, I added the new characters to the characters hand out folder

Nick Delacruz: heyheyhey

Valerie P. Awsum: I think so far I've gotten most MVP so far

GM (GM): You can add stuff to this sheet as you please!

Nick Delacruz: Sarah's the best
fuck off im nick

Earrtet Acroud : Oh GM, can i get a character doc?

Nick Delacruz: Dottie is the superior waifu
No I'm the Nick now

nono o.: hmm i don't see the new charsheets, lemme just refresh real quick..


GM (GM): https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc
You mean a character sheet?

Earrtet Acroud : Wait I mean the Journal thing

Nick Delacruz: how do i set my avatar for my character?

Martin Baron: Character hand out folder?

nono o.: oh the journal isn't handouts silly me

GM (GM): Sorry, sorry, I understand.
Suddenly thinking off in left field

Earrtet Acroud : Thanks.

Martin Baron: Ah ok

nono o.: thanks!
time to transcribe and make corrections..

GM (GM): Ready to go?

Earrtet Acroud : Yeah

Jonathan Sommer: Back from the dead
ready to die again

Nick Delacruz: yup

We Begin

Earrtet Acroud : "I live, I die, I live again, then die shortly later."

Valerie P. Awsum sighs "So what now after I made one of you into a cyborg?"

Martin Baron: ( VALERIE WAS ABLE TO BUILD THIS IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS! )

Our heroes have just finished another gob forsaken battle in this exact same room again, the feeling of deja vu is overwhelming if not for the new attractions like an open fire and Sommer's blood splatters

Martin Baron: ( Make yourself a cyborg and become a techpriest. )

Jonathan Sommer taps on the little tube sticking out of him.

Jonathan Sommer: "I guess... we keep going?"

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acroud shugs "I don't know, Was there laser eyes being developed before hand?"

Clayton R.: "Past the half-melted door presumably...."

GM (GM): The door (1000 hp)

Martin Baron is starting to feel woozy. Just after his spiel over Valerie, his buzz is starting to wear off. Combined with seeing a dead man come back to life, he is beginning to feel sick.

Jonathan Sommer: "There're three bird friends past there. If ya don't have a plan, I have a couple."

Valerie P. Awsum shrugs "Fire away. I don't know what lies beyond. I think I were here during one of the visits with the military but all facilities looked the same"

Jonathan Sommer walks over to the bird he just spent one of his nine lives saving and shakes him awake.

Martin Baron: ( He's tied down, so don't worry. (

Clayton R. shrugs, "We could blast the door, it looks like the only way to the control center anyway."

Valerie P. Awsum starts to pack up the tools and the rest of useful stuff from the Mutt "Or we could send a forward team and then burst in..."

Martin Baron: ( Do you think we should do a pincer attack? One group near the front and the others attack from the vents? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((I was thinking of using the bird to infiltrate for a better vantage position))

Clayton R.: "EH. I'm gonna go over and check the armory one last time. Battle interrupted us last time."

GM (GM): ( The vents are big enough for short sized people.

Martin Baron: ( He's on their side though. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((A little persuasion might help))

Earrtet Acroud : (like me not geating him alive?

GM (GM): As you approach the mess hall, clayton, the mutant wanders out of it.

Mutant: Shlooop

Martin Baron: ( refrigerator mutant! )
( Roll persuasion, he's our new comrad now. )

Valerie P. Awsum sits down in the corner and wipes her forehead "...4 days after the change and already I have to do this thing again..."

Martin Baron: ( And he has a refrigerator, he's got armor on. )

Clayton R. draws his blaster again. "Goddamnit!"

GM (GM): The creature waves his hands in a defensive manner

Martin Baron: "Again?" Martin asks Valerie while holding his head between his hands.

Earrtet Acroud : (Wait I though shloop was a joke?)

Clayton R. trains his weapon at the muntant, but he holds his fire.

GM (GM): (I never joke! Except when I do.)

Clayton R.: *mutant

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin "Do you want to know?"

Martin Baron hiccups, groaning out a "No."

GM (GM): The creature wanders into the main room and utters, "Shlot Honsteeeer."

Earrtet Acroud : "What thing?"

Martin Baron: ( Hi Stephanie. )

GM (GM): (Heyo!)

Stephanie P.: Hey, what's up? Just exploring right now so give me a sec.

Martin Baron: ( Wait, send the mutant in first then clean up after him. )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at the ground "And I wish I would forget."

Nick Delacruz: kk

Valerie P. Awsum then adds in a half-whisper "...and don't let them capture you alive"

Martin Baron stands up in shock at the mutant appearance, shotgun ready to fire. "$(#%*n' 'nother one!"

GM (GM): The monster holds up a key card.

Martin Baron: ( What a nice guy. )

Monster: Hot Flonster...Juslh Ugliii.

Jonathan Sommer: "... Eh?"

Martin Baron: ( Oh lord it's a mix mutant. )

Monster: Felp you, bet out of my houshlee.

GM (GM): The monster puts a key card in a key slot in the desc and it lights up, he points at it afew times.

Martin Baron lowers his weapon slightly, still cautious at the... mutant. "You're not a monshter mutant?"

Clayton R. shakes his head, and continued to the armory. It wasn't his problem now.

GM (GM): The monster spittles in an attempt to agree.

Jonathan Sommer walks over to the desk and scratches his head at the lights.

Martin Baron: "What'sh.. your name?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Your no, I know a lot more pretty people who were ugly on the inside, and now they're Dead,"

GM (GM): (I rolled a half mutant that was part toad, spider, and just about every weird skin ability on the book. It was horrible.)

Martin Baron: ( Oh wow. And him saying Shlorp is stop? )

Earrtet Acroud : (it sup)

Valerie P. Awsum: "...it must be one of the amalgamation ones."

Flonster: Shluuuuth

Martin Baron: ( But we got the dream team of NPC companions. We got the septuple J, a slug bard, and a refrigerator mutant. )

Jonathan Sommer: "Sloth...?"

Flonster: Bu...Bu... ooooooth

Draxon Vayne: Sorry my game has frozen. I'm on my iPad atm and trying to get back onto my computer

Valerie P. Awsum gets up and walks over to the mutant trying to determine with her biology knowledge what exactly the creature is.

GM (GM): Oh, happens!
Roll, difficle 100
*dificl

Martin Baron: ( It's cool, it happens. )

Draxon Vayne: (back... poxy computer)

GM (GM): Technical dificil, eh?

Draxon Vayne: (i scrolled up to double check something and suddenly it froze)

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+10+30
(79)+45+10+30= 164

GM (GM): It appears to be a half mutant. Several eyes and a bloated figure make it look like a monster mutant but it seems sentient.

Earrtet Acroud : (when he get back im gonna buy a 250 dollar belt and take my enemys to the woodshed)

GM (GM): If you had to guess it's a cross between pig, toad, spider, pig again, and afew other mutants.
It's skin seems particular interest as it's slimmey and flaps freely. You imagine it's speech is impeded by lips and face that essentially flapping in the breeze.
Your recommendation: Euthanize!
Excellent

Jonathan Sommer: ((It's always euthanize with you, Vale))

GM (GM): (( Topsider training))
The creature grabs Sommer by the face and tries speaking again.

Valerie P. Awsum scratches her head "...when did you change? Were you on drugs? You seem to be... a whole lot of animals." she thinks for a second about giving the poor creature a ticket to heaven but... she thinks that her new friends wouldn't like this "...your skin. How do you even talk with those flaps. Must be very hard"

Martin Baron: ( The door's locked! Euthanize! The jar lid wont come off! Euthanize! My wife wont love me anymore! Euthanize! )

Flonster: Genn...Feraaal.. Bah. loooooff.

Earrtet Acroud : (you're suppose kill kill her, not euthenise her)

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I would euthanize the shit out of that jar if the lid wouldn't come off ))

GM (GM): ((That would open it certainly!))

Jonathan Sommer: "Ah shit, you're one of the top guys here, huh."

Clayton R.: (( AM I at the armory yet GM? ))

GM (GM): Yes.
I keep the camera with the majority.

Martin Baron: ( Gonna get some wadah, be right back. )

GM (GM): Clayton, you are in the armory!

Clayton R.: (( That's fine. I'm gonna try and get a good luck at everything in there. ))

GM (GM): There you seem many arms!

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

GM (GM): Because it is so well organized you do find a compliment of military rifles, combat armor, and MREs
Besides that miscallenous office supplies.

Clayton R.: (( Stat on the combat armor? ))
(( Or rather, what is it's name? Is it APEX combat armor? ))

GM (GM): 640hp
It's made by apex.
Just then!

Clayton R.: (( Hoo Hoo ))

GM (GM): You hear a rumbling in the kitchen!

Clayton R.: (( I'll peek out the door toward the kitchen ))
rolling 1d100+30
(58)+30= 88

GM (GM): There you see a collection of mutants...

Martin Baron: ( I just realized I took all of this guy's food in beans and twinkies. )

Valerie P. Awsum mutters to herself as he looks at the poor excuse orf a mutant "...listen to the General's every god-damn word, how many ways can you polish up a turd..." thinking of appropriate some song lyrics are at these crazy times.

Martin Baron: ( Damn )

GM (GM): Pouring from the kitchen is a squad of mutants armed with explosives, mining tools, and clad in leather armor
Chief among them is a mean looking boar, two bears of differing size and a bat.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh shit, the ducks from Dentown survived!))

Clayton R. frowns, looks like there's about to be trouble. Clayton ducks back into the armor to suit himself up in some APEX combat armor.

Clayton R.: *ducks back into the armory

Pig: We spent long enough in that sewer. Alright, let's come this Spit Hole over!

Nick Delacruz shuffles through items and kicks over kitchen counter over

Nick Delacruz: (WHO GOES THERE?)
"HAND UP AND COME OUT"

Clayton R.: (( What weapons were there GM? ))

GM (GM): Sorry, only clay is on the map.
7.92 Mouser 5d10+60(85):
Nick, to use echo you must roll perception
Perception: 1d100+mind bonus

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+25
(35)+25= 60

GM (GM): Besides what's in here, you detect shelving and alot of metal in the next room, you also get alot of humanoids in the reception area!

Clayton R. searches for some tools.

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(65)+30= 95

Theo Gerald: Maybe this isn't worth the paycheck.
What if this place isn't actually abandoned and they wanted to use us as bait?

GM (GM): You find rifles, body armor, pens, bottles, papers spare ammo, plates, cups, and boots.

Draxon Vayne: You heard the boss. Get in, grab the loot and get out. Simple.

GM (GM): The boar addresses Theo.

Boss: Why would I accompany you then? Go check out the next room!

GM (GM): The boar sniffs around and says, someone has been here recently...

Theo Gerald: Oh that's not what I wanted to hear.

GM (GM): The boar sniffs some more. He points to the supply room!

Clayton R. curses, nothing to really speak of here besides ammo. He readies his blaster, cranking it and setting it to stun.

GM (GM): His cats form up.

Nick Delacruz: "wait we should hold up guys, its kinda suspicious here..."

Earrtet Acroud : (( It's the fresh dead bodies isn't it?))

Boss: No spit! Let's keep our exit to our backs and keep on the look out. Theo, here!

GM (GM): Well the skeletons do put a damper on the mood.

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Also there's probably some blood in the sink from washing all the tools )
the boar throws a six stick bundle of dynamite to Nick! He also gives him a lighter and points to the south room.

Draxon Vayne: GM - can I use my bear smell skill to get a more accurate reading on who might be nearby?

Clayton R. takes position behind the old robot

GM (GM): Yes!

Nick Delacruz: "what the hell is this for?"

Nick Delacruz as i stumble with the items

Boss: Light and toss in this room. It's called clearing it. Something is in this room and I don't like!

Draxon Vayne: (Perception roll? d100+25?)

Boss: I open, you toss, then take cover. How did you live this long?!

GM (GM): Yep.

Nick Delacruz: "theres still nothing going through your head, if we make noise there might be something bigger ahead?!"

Draxon Vayne: rolling 1d100 + 25
(37)+25= 62

GM (GM): Draxon, you smell blood in the next room. It also appears taht the kitchen is full of some sort of spongey candy material like substance.

Nick Delacruz: "boss just wait up a sec, draxon you catch something?"

Draxon Vayne: OK, I tell this to my boss and request that I can investigate with Theo.

Boss: That's why I have more dynamite! C'mon, this is basic stuff here!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Good thing Claude isn't with us no more ))

Nick Delacruz: "ok you know what fuck it, guys im gonna blow this shit hole. take cover!"

Theo Gerald covers ears

GM (GM): Everyone takes cover

Draxon Vayne: (how do i do bold writing?)

GM (GM): "/desc"

Nick Delacruz nick throws the pack of dynamite

Nick Delacruz: bombs ahoy!

GM (GM): Wait, where are you throwing them?

Nick Delacruz: south walk way

Draxon Vayne: "/desc" i have my back towards the explosion
-__-

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+35
(68)+35= 103

GM (GM): Clayton! The door opens for a second then a bundle of dynamite is tossed in the room!

Martin Baron: ( Throw it back out. )

Theo Gerald: Oh my god, the doors aren't !@#% locked!

Clayton R.: ((Where is it? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton, get inside the robot))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( OR ELSE REI WILL DO IT ))

Clayton R.: (( it's impossible friendo ))

GM (GM): Actions?!

Clayton R. covers his ears as the dynamite is tossed in. ((bracing I guess. ))

GM (GM): Taking cover behind anything?

Clayton R.: The robot

Draxon Vayne: The dynamite isnt in our room so I am gonna just cover my ears and do my best to protect Theo

GM (GM): rolling 18d10+180
(6+10+5+7+7+6+7+8+4+2+10+5+1+9+2+5+8+10)+180= 292

Clayton R.: (( I should be out of it's AoE anyway. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'm gonna run in and investigate after such loud BANG ))

Martin Baron: ( Want me to come with? )

Nick Delacruz nick hides besides the entrance

Theo Gerald: Whoever's on the other side is going to be high alert now. I didn't sign up to get vaporized!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sure ))

With a crippling boom the room is devastated. Clayton takes refugee behing the decrepit chasis and the blast passes by him.

Nick Delacruz: "theo, draxon, go hide real quick. boss hurry throw me another stick!"

Clayton R. aims his weapon at the door.

Draxon Vayne: Is the boar injured in any way after that explosion?

GM (GM): Alot of the items are ruined, but overall things seem intact

Valerie P. Awsum shouts "CLAYTON! CLAYTON! DID YOU TRIP ON A MINE? SPEAK TO US!" as she rushes in with her medical bag towards the armoury

Clayton R.: (( doesn't a stick of dynamite only spread 10 feet? ))

Theo Gerald: Back the way we came!

Martin Baron: ( It's future dynamite. )

GM (GM): (( Hence why you're alive))

Clayton R.: (( Aight ))
Draxon Vayne: (am i the brown bear or the black bear?)

Martin Baron follows after Valerie, partly out of worry for Clayton and to make sure she doesn't make him half a robot too.

GM (GM): (( Unless you want "Clayton is ker-splattered against the wall" we could do that.))

Theo Gerald: i'm the lil bear you're the proper bear

GM (GM): Black
I mean, I'm assuming.

Draxon Vayne: ok thx

GM (GM): Black bears are small

Nick Delacruz: "theo what are you doing out in the open?!"

Theo Gerald: (wait hol up i thought i was the black bear)

Clayton R. moves forwards toward the edge of the door.

Theo Gerald: (based on the sizing)

Draxon Vayne: (i thought i was brown bear because by character has brown fur)

Theo Gerald: (whoops haha)

GM (GM): Well, this is just for tile sorting anyway

Clayton R.: ( (Is the door and most of the wall gone GM? ))

GM (GM): Yes.

Jonathan Sommer is still staring at the panel. He assumes Clayton is putting out another fire.

Earrtet Acroud : "WHAT THE HECK WAS THATS?" Earrtet Acroud says while rushing along with Val.

GM (GM): I should point that out, everyone in the facility heard that.

Clayton R. moves to take refuge close to the wall, so he can still avoid being sighted.

Martin Baron: (( Approach with intent to kill or negotiate? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( We don't even know what happened and Val... might be a liablity here ))

Valerie P. Awsum rushes into the cafeteria and looks around

Martin Baron: ( True. )

Nick Delacruz: "theo draxon, theres someone there"

GM (GM): Who is rushing into the room?

Clayton R. opens fire at the closest cat

Theo Gerald: Yes there is, I don't like this one bit!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Only if someone needs me))

Martin Baron: ( Me, Val, and Earrtet I believe )

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(22)+30= 52

Draxon Vayne: keep calm

Nick Delacruz: "guys should i use my flamethrower as a threat?"

Nick Delacruz holds out flamethrower

Draxon Vayne: ask the boss

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fire vs fire, who wins?))

GM (GM): That's a hit clay
Target?
Rather, setting?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Stun))

Clayton R.: (( Stun ))

Martin Baron: ( Good thing I got a taser. )

GM (GM): He is stunned for several minutes!

Valerie P. Awsum looks around and goes "SHIT..." as she sees the wrecks, mutants and a guy with a flamethrower.. "What the hell is going on in here??!!!"

Nick Delacruz: "boss what should we do?"

Clayton R. fires again at another cat

Boss: What the hell! Light up the Frick Frackers!

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(39)+30= 69

Valerie P. Awsum yells out "STOP! YOU'LL WRECK THE PLACE! IT HAS LIVE AMMUNITION"

Draxon Vayne: I grab a molotov in preparation

GM (GM): The cats dive behind the table and take defensive positions.

Clayton R.: (( Did I get another cat before they got to cover? ))

GM (GM): Nope,

Nick Delacruz runs through doorway and pops out flamethrower

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'll try to calm everyone down with my talking skills ))

GM (GM): I'm gonna have to disregard that last shot.

Clayton R.: (( aight ))

GM (GM): The ducks ready their charges.

Nick Delacruz: "you guys are toast!"

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45
(59)+45= 104

Theo Gerald: (May I roll to perceive gunpowder with my sense of smell?)

GM (GM): Sure

Theo Gerald: rolling 1d100+25
(26)+25= 51

GM (GM): Kind of hard to tell the smell when half your team is carrying TNT

Theo Gerald: (I expected as much.)

GM (GM): Everyone smells gunpowder now/

Nick Delacruz ignites flame to the flamethrower

Nick Delacruz: "all right everyone hands up or everyone gets blown to smithereens!"

GM (GM): Engage combat?

Nick Delacruz: not at the moment

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'm trying to paralay first... ))

Draxon Vayne: I'm gonna hold back

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Already rolled even ))

Nick Delacruz: "alright how many of you are there?"

Theo Gerald: (The relative safety of this steel door is too good to pass up)

Martin Baron: ( GM, Suule's roll was for a persuasion for all to stand down. )
( Not initiative. )

GM (GM): Oh,

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(42)+30= 72

Nick Delacruz: "psst boss hand me another stick"

GM (GM): Dag nab boar.

Boss: What the hernia do you flips want?

GM (GM): The boar passes you another six-stick bundle.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Nick and the boar "...The birds that have taken control of this facility. And you?"

GM (GM): The boar is appearing to hesistate in commanding an attack.

Nick Delacruz: "if things get pasty im gonna throw them and torch these muthafuggahs"

Clayton R. remains in cover as Val attempts to defuse the situation.

Boss: Who are the birds? Bah, whatever, we are scrumping! We are taking whatever is good around here!

Valerie P. Awsum: "Look... stop waving those things around. The security system was already triggered and what we don't want is ANOTHER round of bots"

Theo Gerald: Hold up, you guys don't own this place?

Theo Gerald pops head out of door

Boss: I ain't afraid of some mutts!

Nick Delacruz: "THEO dont engage with the enemy!"

Theo Gerald: Those dead birds own this place?

Draxon Vayne: Who said they are the enemy? We're all trying to survive here.

Theo Gerald: Then who the heck are you?

Nick Delacruz: "its a dog eat dog world here!"

Boss: What dead birds...? Oh, those guys.

Valerie P. Awsum growls "Of course they are.... and I'm Valerie, this is... Martin I believe and Earrtet..."

Nick Delacruz: "hmph"

Nick Delacruz puts away weapons

Draxon Vayne: puts molotov back and joins Theo at the door

Theo Gerald: Oh, embarassing. We were beat to the punch.

Valerie P. Awsum looks around "Okay... did you throw that dynamite? Or did Clay kill himself already."

Valerie P. Awsum looks at the stunned cats "...well these two are gonna be out cold for a bit."

GM (GM): The boss orders the tending to their wounded

Martin Baron thinks he recognizes the boar and his crew, but can't remember exactly what from. He ignores that thought ofr now and wants to know of Clayton's well being.

Nick Delacruz: "ok so whats your guys purpose in this facility?"

Theo Gerald moves in to treat the cat

Theo Gerald: (Hmm, worth a roll?)

Earrtet Acroud : Earrter yells "VICTOR- wait CLAYTON ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?"

Clayton R. steps out of the armory, clad completely in APEX combat armor. "They threw the stick, bet they alerted the whole place too... luckily, they didn't damage the bot in here."

Valerie P. Awsum shrugs "I'm with those guys now. You can probably tell what was my purpose few days ago. It doesn't matter now."

Draxon Vayne: GM - can I use my wise personality trait to inform the intruders about who we are and under whose orders we are scavenging?

GM (GM): The boss turns to Theo, Nick, and Draxon, "Keep on your guns. I want to be shooting first when this goes bad, understand?"

Nick Delacruz: "gotcha man"

Theo Gerald: A-alright boss.

GM (GM): Sure drax!

Draxon Vayne: d100?

Theo Gerald begins slowly dragging cat to the relative safety of the door

Nick Delacruz looks over to valerie

GM (GM): The cat appears unconscous but breathing.

Valerie P. Awsum sighs "Okay... bloodshed averted. I don't think I can do a third operation today."

Nick Delacruz: "wait so whats your deal with that topsider outfit?

Draxon Vayne: rolling 1d100
(76)= 76

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Nick "I used to be one, isn't it obvious?"

GM (GM): The plunders begin looting the room, at least they aren't paying attention to you anymore.

Clayton R. squints in mild annoyance. "This is combat armor, not a topsider suit."

Martin Baron is relieved at Clayton still being in one piece. He looks to the "scrumpers" and says "Thish place is being held down by some birdsh in the next room over. We're tryin' to get them out."

Nick Delacruz: "ok anything we should know to be self aware about topsiders?"

Earrtet Acroud : "And not to mention the tribal lizzards that live outside."

Nick Delacruz stares at clayton

Theo Gerald: (is first aid enough to resuscitate this cat?)

GM (GM): (( Nick, Theo, and Drax came through an abandoned sewer. A very long sewer.))

Nick Delacruz: "so how does it hold up?"

GM (GM): Nope! Ol' blaster shock. Just have to wait it out.

Valerie P. Awsum smirks "Yeah. If you see 2 transports, run."

Boss: Something here smells familiar...

Theo Gerald puts cat in recovery position and gives a solid pat "You've been through worse. Probably."

Draxon Vayne: Drax walks towards the intruders unarmed and begins to explain about who we are and why we are here

Nick Delacruz: "why? whats up boss?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Oh and don't shoot the Mixed bagged in the next room."

Valerie P. Awsum rubs the back of her head "Okay... now that we have a full party... we could assault the control room."

Draxon Vayne: Drax gives very little eye contact and speaks very assertively and to the point.

Earrtet Acroud : 12 3 456

Boss: Someone I smelled in Dentown. Right when there was that attack...

Earrtet Acroud : 4 5645 6 45
+64
4 4
56 564+
454
456 4

Earrtet Acroud : 56 45645 6
3
345 456

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Uh oh )

Clayton R.: (wha...)

Jonathan Sommer: ((What do the numbers mean))

GM (GM): (It's some sort of cypher!)

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I assume phone app fail ))

Draxon Vayne: ((or a cat has walked across the keyboard)

Valerie P. Awsum hears the name Dentown and freezes a bit...

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh shit, it's that guy))

Boss: Sure, we'll help you guys!

Nick Delacruz: "valerie what? what happened?"

Boss: Bear, other bear, and bat. Go give support to them!

Earrtet Acroud : (I was spanking by keyboard, don't ask why.)

Draxon Vayne: ((kinky keyboard, eh?))

Valerie P. Awsum shakes her head "...nothing. My mind is playing tricks on me sometimes. Thought I heard something."

GM (GM): (Because it needed it!))
The boss stops your advance before you join the endtowners, "Don't actually support them. Make sure they keep your backs to you and blast the sorry sons the second you see a good steal."

Nick Delacruz: "you just read my mind bossman"
"theo,drax. catch that?"

Theo Gerald: Y-yeah.

Draxon Vayne: Drax looks negatively at the boss but follows his orders

Boss: Okay! Be good and brave out there!" The pig deliberately shouts with a wink.

Clayton R. searches the remainder of the armory

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(52)+30= 82

Theo Gerald: They look pretty well armed though. It'd take a real window of opportunity..

Earrtet Acroud : (shit brb)

Nick Delacruz: "you dont have to worry, we're full of pyro and explosives"

Valerie P. Awsum walks up to Clayton and takes a look at the topsider tech he's wearing

GM (GM): Yep, apex rifles, apex combat armor, NDCC suits, weird metal statues, combat robot.
((Wait, did clayton put on a apex suit?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Apex Armour ))

Nick Delacruz: "hey anything in my size?"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sorry, Apex tech ))

Nick Delacruz nick says sarcasticly

Clayton R. sighed, thankful the dynamite hadn't ruined everything. He waived Val, Martin, and Earrtest over.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Mind someone getting me a SWAT vest or something?))

Clayton R.: ( (I put on the apex armor. ))

Draxon Vayne: (GM - the boss is staying there with the mutants while we try and take control of the next room?)

Martin Baron goes to Clayton in the nearly destroyed room, whispering "I think I shaw theshe guysh before... Can't shay where though..."

Clayton R. ushers them deeper into the room, pointing at the gator to watch guard. "I got gear for you guys."

GM (GM): Apex armor is the top of the line in terms of traditional bodyarmor. Carbon plates and kevlar, but no brains or weird science.

Martin Baron: ( Want me to scavenge real quick to see if there's anything that survived? )

Nick Delacruz: "do you guys think its wierd for defensive armor and weaponary to still be laying here untouched?"

Valerie P. Awsum looks over the NDCC suits "Don't let these fool you. They don't protect against radiation... these are from a different supplier."

Clayton R.: (( I already did I think. ))

Martin Baron: (( Cool. ))

GM (GM): Besides the giant robot

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Nick "You know that we never stood a chance to arm ourselves right?"

Clayton R. grabs an APEX assault rifle and some of the ammo he saw earlier., holding it out toward Val. "You want something other than a revolver? "

Earrtet Acroud : "So we aren't immune to radiation? I thought the mutation made us immune from it?

Draxon Vayne: laughs i dont think you'll have anything in my size, just try and find something for my little friend here pats Theo on the head

Nick Delacruz looks over to valerie

Nick Delacruz: "well you have to be prepared for these things"

Theo Gerald: That stuff's hard to maintain though..

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Earrtet "...exposure up to 50 units leads to a rather horrible and prolonged death. Unless you're a reptile... that's 70 units there."

Theo Gerald: You can't really put a sewing needle through a bunch of ballistic plates.

GM (GM): ((I should ask aaron about that.))

Valerie P. Awsum grabs one of the rifles "...you know. This is all we had during the first year."

Clayton R. pauses, "I still want to get a good look at this robot, it looks like we could be useful, but it looks hardware locked, no network connections."

Valerie P. Awsum looks at the robot "That's not the braintech one, now isn't it?"

GM (GM): ((I'm actually not sure the internet exists in the endtown setting.))

Clayton R. shrugs, glaring at Val, "Guess it should be second nature then."

Earrtet Acroud : "I 'Small Arms' for me in there?"

GM (GM): Sure. 9mm pistols

Valerie P. Awsum narrows her eyes at Clay "...I didn't like killing mutants."

GM (GM): Standard issue military for the NDA.

Nick Delacruz looks over at clayton and valerie

Clayton R. turns to inspect the robot, "I suspect... what about humans?"

Nick Delacruz: you guys know im a mechanic right?

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(43)+30= 73

Nick Delacruz: seems like yous guys need help

Earrtet Acroud : "I'll be taking that then."
6234616

Valerie P. Awsum snarls and storms out "Oh F&$* off."

Martin Baron: ( Hey GM, the jar molotovs I took off of the bird. Is that alcohol in the jar? )

Clayton R. glares at the bat too. "Yeah, what do you know?"

GM (GM): ( Yes... A malt you deduce.)

Nick Delacruz: "i used to work at a metal shop deconstructing apex materials"

Nick Delacruz winks

Martin Baron: ( I'll drink it later, probably. )

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3wOvASyekA

Nick Delacruz: "i know them inside and out"
so hows that robot over there?"

Martin Baron: ( Any other weapons or armor? )

Earrtet Acroud : "For a mechanic you sure dont know what broken as hell looks like."

Clayton R. arches an eyebrow, making a mental note. "A robot stored in here, isn't military, but it's beat to hell. Need to find a way to access a hardware switch."

Draxon Vayne: GM - I have land navigation as a skill, would that mean I have a map of the building?

Nick Delacruz: "exscuse me? dont underestimate me. if its missing something or beat as hell i can fix it like new"

Valerie P. Awsum walks to check on Sommer and make sure he won't tug on any cables

Nick Delacruz: "just to make sure if its still fresh we have to make sure it doesnt hold a brain"

Theo Gerald: ((I'm pretty sure land navigation simply means you can get your bearings straight while outdoors))

Clayton R. shakes his head, no, you won't. Not with the beating it has, you would need a lot of raw material, might be a good battering ram though it we can get it moving.

GM (GM): Yes, we haven't had too many 'lost in the wild scenarios.'

Draxon Vayne: ((ah ok, i misread, sorry))

Nick Delacruz: ((gm do i need to roll to check the headcap on the robot?))

GM (GM): Yes.
just checking is 60

Nick Delacruz: kk so i have 2 points on electronics. whats the roll

GM (GM): 1d100+mind bonus+20

Nick Delacruz opens the robot headcap

Clayton R.: (( With what? ))
(( Don't we need tools? ))

Nick Delacruz: my hands are the only tools

Jonathan Sommer looks up from the desk and waves over to Vale.

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+25+20
(53)+25+20= 98

Nick Delacruz holdsup head cap

GM (GM): Just checking.

Nick Delacruz: "ta-daaahhh"

GM (GM): Yep, the thing is delapitadated.
You think running a new power source would probably help.
Also alot of circuitry work.
On account of his arm being ripped off.
Proceed to the reception area?

Draxon Vayne: Yes

Earrtet Acroud : Yeah,

Nick Delacruz: ok guys we need some parts, has anyone come across a CPU chip?"
"also this brain is toast"

GM (GM): (( there's tons in the next room, in varying states of destruction.))

Clayton R.: "Why would any of us have that?"

Theo Gerald: Brains don't come cheap..

GM (GM): ((Ah, I should note, your findings reveal the bot is a basic AI

Nick Delacruz: "hello! look where were at...its a parts haven"

GM (GM): ((Sadly no organic materials, which would make this all abit easier.))

Draxon Vayne: basic parts haven. you're not going to find amazing stuff here, nick

Theo Gerald: We'd have to pry one from a Topsider, and I'd much rather not try lest we be swarmed by drones.

Valerie P. Awsum looks back at what Theo said mumbling "You idiot... that's not how it works" to herself

Nick Delacruz: "you know what one sec, before we go tresure hunting let me check this hunk of junk one more time"

Jonathan Sommer clears his throat and holds his palm up dramatically.

Nick Delacruz gets a suprised look

Nick Delacruz: "guys the bot has a basic AI"

GM (GM): Roll over 100 to perform some blackfinger magic

Martin Baron ignores the techno-talk and shambles back into the reception area. Shotgun ready, Martin's prepared for the breach.

Nick Delacruz: just 1d100?

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+10+10
(100)+35+10+10= 155
((WHOA))

GM (GM): No, I mean roll your skills to get over 100

Valerie P. Awsum: "Jon, did you try to tug on your heartcable again..."

GM (GM): What was taht even for?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Blackfinger magic))

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+35+20
(22)+35+20= 77

Clayton R. stares as the """mechanic""" does his work.

GM (GM): In defiance of nature and physics you made the door disappear!

Martin Baron: ( Were you trying to hypnotize the bird? )

Jonathan Sommer: "Open sesame!"

Draxon Vayne: wait, nick do you still have those sticks of dynamite?

Valerie P. Awsum rubs her eyes "...what the $#^* did I create"

Nick Delacruz: yup, the roll of 6. what for?"

GM (GM): Nick! By the cosmic incongruity that just occured in the next room you got the servos talking to the cpu again.
The slagger walks!

Nick Delacruz: "holy crap look at that! hahaha!!!"

Draxon Vayne: when we get to the control room, throw a stick in there. hopefully any mutant will get blwon to pieces

Clayton R. springs to life as the robot does as well. "Good enough."

Jonathan Sommer: "Alright, first off..."

Nick Delacruz glares at clayton with a smug look

Jonathan Sommer: "Who the these guys?"

Nick Delacruz: "hehhehhehheh"

Jonathan Sommer: ((*Who are these))

Valerie P. Awsum: "Apparently...Dentown guys"

Jonathan Sommer: "... Hmm?"

Earrtet Acroud : "They're dwarfs, they came from the underground."

Nick Delacruz stares at valerie

Nick Delacruz: "so you heard of us?"

Draxon Vayne: stares at earrtet im hardly a dwarf

Clayton R. steps in front of the robot, holding his hand up. "What is your function?"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( How do you hear me Nick if I'm in the reception ))

Nick Delacruz: "same with me! im 5 feet 6!"

GM (GM): The fridge remains silent

Jonathan Sommer looks at Nick, Draxon, and Theo up and down.

Nick Delacruz: "helloo im a bat!"

Jonathan Sommer: "When the shit did you come to that hellhole?"

Earrtet Acroud : "I know, I'm not the blind one here."

Valerie P. Awsum looks at each other "Oh great, family"

GM (GM): Nick, you have restored the bots walking function but the AI is still kaput. Right now all it can do is walk and get back up if it falls over.

Martin Baron walks to the chairs on the opposite side of the fire and collapses into one.

Nick Delacruz: "welp change of subject...the bot works..."

GM (GM): Let me know when you are ready to proceed... To the situation room!

Clayton R. frowns, still not up to snuff... maybe after all this is over.

Clayton R.: ready

Martin Baron: ( Ready. )

Draxon Vayne: talks to the group, so whats the plan or are we going to go in there guns firing without a clue?

Nick Delacruz: "alright who wants to help me bring this bot to the room?"

Jonathan Sommer grabs the key cards and stuffs them in his pocket.

Theo Gerald: ((Ready))

Jonathan Sommer: "Watch our back, General."

Valerie P. Awsum readies her magnum and checks the ammo. Then readies her rifle "Okay... let's do it"

Clayton R.: "It looks like it can navigate fine Bat."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well this is different))

Nick Delacruz: "heyhey, e have to be extra careful. hes the only bot we got that might save our asses"

GM (GM): You enter the room to see one of the birds fighting a mess of mutants.

Martin Baron: ( Wasn't he tied down? )

Theo Gerald: Oi oi, it looks like one of the homeowners is still alive!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Different bird))

Martin Baron: ( Sorry, saw the map change. )

Falcona: Haha! Nice of you to join the party!

Nick Delacruz: heyheyhey! who is this guy?

Valerie P. Awsum takes a good look at the mutants

Jonathan Sommer: "We would've brought party favors but looks like you have enough!"

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Gonna use biology again to determine the mutants abilites ))

Earrtet Acroud : "Shut it you feathered fucker."

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+30+10+45
(74)+30+10+45= 159

Jonathan Sommer arms himself with Martin's old gun.

GM (GM): These creatures appear very atypical, claws and jaws. They seem to be bulkier so they may be tougher than average.

Falcona: Want to see a trick Amigos?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, we could save 'em, run for the next room, or go for the command room))

Nick Delacruz: do we negotiate or can i torch them?!

Theo Gerald: Entertain your guests, homeowner!

Earrtet Acroud : "torch it"

Jonathan Sommer watches the strange falcon.

Valerie P. Awsum points at the mutants "These are stronger than your average guys... watch out."

Nick Delacruz: "Alright you feather heads, get ready to be dinner!!"

Nick Delacruz brings out flamethrower

GM (GM): Theo, Draxon, you smell something in the air. Smells like fuel!

Clayton R. moves to find cover, their new allies were getting pretty aggressive.

GM (GM): The bird produces a lighter and tosses!

Theo Gerald: Oi! Head for the door!

Martin Baron: ( Roll acrobatics to peel out? )

Nick Delacruz: last call before i light it

Martin Baron: ( I'm going for the door, see y'all later. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((It's already going to light it, Nick))

GM (GM): (Sure.)

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45+10
(64)+45+10= 119

Clayton R.: (( Where are you firing? ))

Theo Gerald: Oh lord

Valerie P. Awsum is thankfully at the doorstep

GM (GM): Which door?

Martin Baron makes a mad dash for the door they entered from, picking up on the Falcon's hints.

Nick Delacruz aims at the enemy and blows them away

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+10
(2)+10= 12

GM (GM): Unfortunately the lighter hits the ground setting it ablaze

Jonathan Sommer takes a few steps back towards the door.

Nick Delacruz: oh...

Clayton R.: Quite unsure of what to do, Clayton dashes to the door.

Theo Gerald: OH NO!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Am I dead yet?))

Valerie P. Awsum prepares a shitton of ointments

Martin Baron: ( Did I make it through? )

Nick Delacruz: "OH CRAP"

Valerie P. Awsum: RUN YOU FOOLS

GM (GM): Let me think.
Yes.

Earrtet Acroud : Wait is it to late to roll for escape?

Martin Baron: ( Just a bit. )

GM (GM): You did catch an errant spark and are on fire now though

Nick Delacruz flys away to the nearest door

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d00+35+20
(0)+35+20= 55

GM (GM): Jumping thorugh flamers
Let's go with a tumbling roll of 80
Acrobatics is the same but you don't catch on fire.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( d100, mang ))

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet runs and jumps thru the flames

GM (GM): You missed abit there earlier nick

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(87)+45= 132

Nick Delacruz: what did i miss?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( You rolled 1d00 ))

Jonathan Sommer notices that most of the group got out of the ring of fire.

GM (GM): (( https://youtu.be/71lLnE8gJnU I am sorry.))

Jonathan Sommer: "Gonna leave 'em all for me, huh?"

GM (GM): Earrtet you jumped through.

When you took a shot at them nick, did swoosh through those fires, anyway.

Theo Gerald: (Better follow in suit!)
(A tumble roll was it?)

GM (GM): Okay, so I've lost abit of track
Yep.

Theo Gerald: rolling 1d100+40+20
(19)+40+20= 79

Valerie P. Awsum: NICK, JUST COME HERE FOR FUCK'S SAKE

GM (GM): Everyone has at least 1 level in tumble

Nick Delacruz flys away from the blaze

Theo Gerald: (Oh no! Off by 1)

GM (GM): You flop in the fire.

Nick Delacruz: can i save him?

GM (GM): rolling 2d10
(8+4)= 12
You take 12 damage and are on fire.
Sure you can!

Theo Gerald miscellaneous burning panic noises

Nick Delacruz: is it still gonna be my acrobatics?

GM (GM): Well, sure!
Why not.

Theo Gerald: (hol up, gotta read up on the statistical ramifications of being on fire)

GM (GM): You flip in, hold on, then flip out.
Or you know, use aerobatics.

Nick Delacruz attempts to save theo

Nick Delacruz: "im coming buddy!!"

GM (GM): 1d10 plus 1d10 per round on fire.
pg 21

Valerie P. Awsum is pissed off and would love to take a shot at the Falcon

GM (GM): ((It actually came to my attention yesterday that I don't have damage for touching a regular fire, just flamethrowers and napalm.))

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+35+20
(92)+35+20= 147

Jonathan Sommer looks at the Latino lizard.

Theo Gerald: (So does fire bypass armor or does it follow identical damage rules?)

Jonathan Sommer: "You got any ideas?"

GM (GM): You grab on like a harpy and drag his floundering hide out of the flames!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Would me in a topsider suit be able to go through the flames? ))

Nick Delacruz: "i got you!!"

Theo Gerald: AAAAARGH

GM (GM): Technically, yes.
Still very hot.
So run through unless you get cooked like that one guy.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah I'll run ))

GM (GM): rolling 2d10
(1+7)= 8
Theo, you took 8 damage for your flopping.

Valerie P. Awsum grabs the suit's head from Clay "Gimme that.", puts it on cocks her rifles and runs to Jon

GM (GM): Comence putting eachother out?

Clayton R.: (( SHould we roll init now or what? ))

Theo Gerald: So 20 damage total?

GM (GM): Yes we should
I'd just like to not

Martin Baron: ( GM, I'd like to assist in putting out Theo. )

GM (GM): note
That the bot is standing idle in the fire and J-squared is screaming like soprano.
COMMENCE ROLLING FOR INTIATIVE!

Martin Baron: ( OH FUCK WE LEFT JUAN! )

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+55
(43)+55= 98

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+55
(67)+55= 122

GM (GM): (1d100+mind bonus, same as perception basically.

Martin Baron: ( And you know what my initiative is already. )

Theo Gerald: rolling 1d100+25
(47)+25= 72

Clayton R. stares dagger at Val once she grabs the topsider helmet from his hands. He'll have to get her back later though, at least he has a RIOT helmet to replace it.'

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+80
(40)+80= 120

GM (GM): Missing some rolls here...

Theo Gerald: ((theo's the brown bear))

GM (GM): Martin, you sweated off the alcohol already, you can roll if you want!

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+55
(57)+55= 112

Jonathan Sommer: ((What's the robot's init?))

GM (GM): 0

Clayton R.: (( Nothing, it's essentially an object right now, ))

Martin Baron: ( Awesome. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Alrighty, time for plan B))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(75)+25= 100

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Did you add my Initative, GM? ))

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+65
(22)+65= 87

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(22)+25= 47

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I rolled 112 ))

Nick Delacruz: i need to scavange items for the bot

Martin Baron is starting to feel less... disconnected from his actions, his mind getting a bit sharper. Before immediately taking a nosedive and giving him a migraine.

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(2)+25= 27
rolling 1d100+10
(2)+10= 12

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+25+10
(51)+25+10= 86

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(37)+30= 67

Martin Baron: ( 87 here. )

GM (GM): Sorry, took some liberties and rolled abit.

Theo Gerald: (whoops, did you want me to input my init myself into the list?)

GM (GM): Yes. Is the table not updating?

Nick Delacruz: "i found some weapon armories for the robot!!"

GM (GM): Okay, everyone has something Sommer!

Suule: (( The table is broke ))
(( I have 112 and it's not on the table ))

GM (GM): Ah, okay, let's go on the trust system.

Nick Delacruz: can i commence maintaence for the bot?

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's me))

GM (GM): It's on my table, so that's what matters, as weird as that sounds.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( S'okay then ))

Som Som! Flames encircle the room. The falcon is laughing and the mutants are furrious!

GM (GM): (Not intentional pun.)

Nick Delacruz commences metalworking on the bot

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+25+20
(100)+25+20= 145

GM (GM): ...

Jonathan Sommer: ((Som Som? Alrighty, time to run for that command room if that's possible))

Martin Baron: ( It isn't your turn Nick. )

GM (GM): Do you work for roll20 or something?

Nick Delacruz: whoops sorry

GM (GM): We'll doggie bag that roll.
Sure Sommer

Jonathan Sommer: ((Where's the door?))

Clayton R.: (( I imagine it would be hard to work on a robot, on fire, in the middle of combat. ))

GM (GM): Oh, the easty

Jonathan Sommer: ((Ah, it goes around))
((Oh there it is))

GM (GM): Stairs in the SE corner.
Above that is a glass door.
It's an elevated kind of thing.

Valerie P. Awsum yells "SOMMER, STAY IN COVER. THIS IS YOUR LAST LIFE."

Jonathan Sommer: "Aw, will you miss me that much?"

Jonathan Sommer smirks as he prepares for a sprint.

Nick Delacruz: "now is not the time for love talk!"

Earrtet Acroud : "Lure them into your line of sight and we'll fill em with lead!"

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll run down the middle row))

GM (GM): ok
So, do you run all the way to the other corner?

Nick Delacruz: ca i run towards the back row?
can*

GM (GM): Sure

Jonathan Sommer looks at the falcon laughing with fire around him.

Nick Delacruz flys towards the back row

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+35+20
(95)+35+20= 150

GM (GM): On your turn man.
Endturn Jona?

Nick Delacruz: oh sorry im going to fast

Jonathan Sommer looks down where his heart used to be, sighs, then continues running for the stairs.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Tumble roll?))

GM (GM): You encounter a wall of flames
Sure!
80

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Dear lord, Jon I swear if you fail this ))

Martin Baron: ( 1. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Don't worry, I'll just get a mild case of flames))
rolling 1d100+35+10
(89)+35+10= 134

GM (GM): You deftly jump the fire.

Jonathan Sommer: "Ah shit!"

GM (GM): You are also alittle on fire.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Enough to damage?))

GM (GM): Nah, next turn.
That was a very high roll.
Clayton!

Clayton, your turn!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton in his natural habitat))

Clayton R.: (( I'm gonna try and dive/jump through the flames, ))

GM (GM): Sure!

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(51)+35= 86
agility bonus right?

GM (GM): Sure1
You jump the flames.
Little on fire.

Clayton R.: (( alright, I'll move in to defend juan. ))

GM (GM): Cool!

Valerie P. Awsum jumps the flames and starts to fire at the Falcon, full supressive fire

GM (GM): Endturn?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Whoops ))
(( A bit too soon ))

Clayton R.: (( I'll save my last action ))

GM (GM): Okay, now val jumps shoots whatever!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Everyone jump in and start shooting!))

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100
(23)= 23
(( Fuck ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((They can't dodge all of us!))

GM (GM): You suuuck!

Nick Delacruz: "i got a better idea"

Clayton R. sighs, diving through the flames to defend Juan and the robot. HE keeps his blaster handy and set to stun. "I'll keep you safe Juan. Keep your eyes peeled."

GM (GM): Draxon!

Nick Delacruz: draxon is MIA

GM (GM): Oop, roll then clay

Valerie P. Awsum: EAT LEAD

Martin! I am pretty sure it's your turn!

GM (GM): Wait, he's out.
Nick!
Your tunr before the horror.

Martin Baron: ( Ok then. )

Nick Delacruz: im attempting to fly towards the row closest to the bird
rolling 1d100+35+20
(10)+35+20= 65

GM (GM): Fine, let's do nick first.
You make it.
You're flying, it's not that hard to stay away from the flames

Nick Delacruz: can i try to torch him with my flamethrower?

GM (GM): Sure!

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+10
(4)+10= 14
damn!

GM (GM): It did not explode at least!
Last action?

Nick Delacruz: throwing dynamite!

GM (GM): That would do it!

Nick Delacruz: towards the bird

GM (GM): Yes.

Nick Delacruz: whats the safe space ration if i were to trow it
ratio*

GM (GM): Because scatter rules suck and you're throwing it around active fire just roll like a melee attack
so 1d100+35
Beat 40

Nick Delacruz: rolling 1d100+35
(52)+35= 87
YES!!!

GM (GM): Damage is 18d10+180, I'll let you roll.

Nick Delacruz: rolling 18d10+180
(2+9+6+1+8+9+8+6+5+3+3+10+8+3+7+8+8+10)+180= 294
whoa

GM (GM): You toss right at the bird, the fires cause it to go off rapidly.
You were just outside the blast.

Nick Delacruz: "oh my god!!"
"is everyone ok?"

Valerie P. Awsum: WHAT THE ^%(@ WAS THAT

nono o. miscellaneous panic noises associated with being on fire

nono o.: whoops

Clayton R.: "NO IDIOT! There are mutants everywhere!."

GM (GM): There is now a gapping hole proceeding to the central commandroom!
Theo!

Theo Gerald: ((ONLY ONE ACTION TO DO))
((STOPPING DROPPING AND ROLLING))
rolling 1d100+40+20
(51)+40+20= 111

GM (GM): ( "No idiot!" could be considered this campaign's battlecry.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, that was kinda pointless of me))

GM (GM): You put out the fire over your body!
Two more actions

Theo Gerald: Phew! Saved my damn clothes!
Sorry fellas, I gotta put you through again!
((Leaping through the flames once again!))
rolling 1d100+40+20
(25)+40+20= 85

GM (GM): Also, fancy chair may or may not be damaged

Jonathan Sommer: ((pls no))

Theo Gerald: ((5 above minimum so I assume I'm on fire again haha))

GM (GM): Just alittle

Nick Delacruz: omfg hahahaha!!!

Theo Gerald: ((So I'll extinguish yet again))

Earrtet Acroud : (Wait Val dead?)

GM (GM): Endturn?

Theo Gerald: rolling 1d100+40+20
(78)+40+20= 138

Theo Gerald miscellaneous noises of sheer panic after going through fire multiple times

Jonathan Sommer: ((She has been a ghost this whole time?))

GM (GM): No, just a bug in the app. Sometimes it will put a condition marker on if you move the tile just right

Theo Gerald: And that's my turn end.
(3 turns spent dicking with fire.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((How do I know you're real, Vale?!))

Nick Delacruz: "theo thats some shit luck"

GM (GM): You're just doing the worm through this thing.
Monsters!

Martin Baron: ( Wait, I got an 87 or so. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time for death))

GM (GM): Tow large mutants charge drax!
One moves on Jonathan and attacks!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Please no))

GM (GM): Please, yes!
rolling 1d100+15
(6)+15= 21
Damage
rolling 3d10+60
(6+3+1)+60= 70

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fuuuuuuuck))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( DAMMIT ))
(( How did that hit even ))

GM (GM): The fat creature swings and gashes your back.
You still have 20hp left

Martin Baron: ( Are you fucking dead again? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not yet))

Martin Baron: ( Fuck it, I'm coming to save you. )

GM (GM): Or some freaking armor?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Still no))

Martin Baron: ( I asked if there were any left )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Got to stay fashionable))
((Make sure it's an open casket))

GM (GM): Another mutant charges.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Welp))

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

Nick Delacruz: "anyone need my help?!"

GM (GM): Another mutant runs up to clayton
Attacks

Clayton R.: (( I attempt to parry. ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(55)+25= 80

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(45)+35= 80
lol

Martin Baron: ( Nice. )

GM (GM): Ties go to defender
Expertly parried
And this is why you save your actions!

Jonathan Sommer: ((I DIDN'T KNOW THE FIRE WOULD GO OUT))
((You don goofed me, Nick))

GM (GM): And puts out clayton's fire.

Martin Baron: ( What about my turn? )

GM (GM): Martin!
Sorry!
Bad habit!

Valerie P. Awsum yells "JON, GET OUT OF THERE. RUN BEHIND ME"

Martin Baron: ( If I acrobatic roll through the fire and succeed, I'll still catch on fire? )

GM (GM): She says from clear other side of the room.
No.
Because acrobatics is better than tumbling

Martin Baron: ( I'm going to acrobatics over the fire and try to help out Jon. )
rolling 1d100+45+10
(99)+45+10= 154

Jonathan Sommer grunts and shouts back, "I'll be fine! Get 'em off my back!"

GM (GM): (( I'll be fine, now help me or I will not be fine!))

Clayton R. is barely able to block the encroaching monster's attack before it is too late. He silently thanks Juan for putting him out.

Martin Baron: ( Alright, I got 9 agility and 2 actions left. )

GM (GM): Hoppity hop?

Martin Baron: ( Would it allow me to reach about here? )
( That's as far as I need to go to back him up. )

GM (GM): Yes

Martin Baron: ( Should I roll? )

GM (GM): Nah

Martin Baron leaps to where he can spot Jon's attackers, preparing to back him up.

Martin Baron: ( I can try to get their attention, make one or both focus on me. )
( Roll taunt or something. )

GM (GM): I think a shot woudl be more effective

Nick Delacruz: "dont do it its suicide!"

Martin Baron: ( I got 259 HP of armor. )

Nick Delacruz: u dont know there potential!'

Jonathan Sommer: ((Thanks, Nick))

Martin Baron: ( I'll fire at them I suppose. Aiming at the tongue monster. )

GM (GM): Pretty much class 4 stuff
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f9/Modular_Tactical_Vest_Okinawa.jpg

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(22)= 22
( Miss. This is why I wanted to taunt. )
End turn.

GM (GM): Okay!

Jonathan Sommer: ((DO OR DIE))

GM (GM): Jonathan!

Jonathan Sommer hurries up the stairs with the right card in hand.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Do I close the door behind me?))

Martin Baron: ( I'm going to go get dinner. Skip my turn on this round, or have them attack me, I don't particularly care. )
( hopefully will be back. )

GM (GM): ((Sure! I don't want to do a 'yes you may' kind of thing.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Have fun, Martin))

Jonathan Sommer examines the giant computer for anything helpful against monsters.

GM (GM): Plexiglass, 90hp. Have a good one MB
There is nothing helpful here!

Jonathan Sommer: ((No rolls to help?))

GM (GM): You can try!
Electronics?
Engineering?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh boy))

Theo Gerald: ((Was there a second flight of stairs on the north side?))

GM (GM): Nope

Jonathan Sommer: ((Uh, lets try electronics))

GM (GM): There is a giant hole in the window though.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(34)+25= 59

GM (GM): Maybe if you picked it up and threw it at them...
Endturn?

Jonathan Sommer knocks on his head as tries to come up with a smarter plan.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

GM (GM): Clayton!

Clayton R.: ((Do I even need to roll to hit this thing point blank with my blaster? ))

GM (GM): Just over 20
So, not really.
Just don't crit fail!

Nick Delacruz: kek

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+20
(58)+20= 78

GM (GM): It happens.
Hit!
rolling 1d10
(6)= 6
He's paralyzed for 6 turns
Remaining actions?

Clayton R.: (( I'll move around the corner to shoot the other ones. ))
I'll fire at the top one.
rolling 1d100+20
(8)+20= 28
hmm...
I'll fire again.
rolling 1d100+20
(99)+20= 119

GM (GM): There you go!
Target?

Clayton R.: THe top one
(( That's all my actions btw ))

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

Jonathan Sommer: ((Might want to help the bear))

Nick Delacruz: "she alive?"

Clayton R.: (( Suule? ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( My turn? ))

GM (GM): Yep

Valerie P. Awsum: (It doesn't show up ))

GM (GM): Ah right.
Well, mine says it's your turn

Draxon is facing down 2 large monsters

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Gonna spray the fuck out of the mutants that are near the door near Jon ))
(( And then Draxon ))
(( 3-round bursts))

GM (GM): You are shooting alot of stuff so that's a cover bonus
Sure!
So +15-30

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+15-30
(32)+15-30= 17
(( Fuck ))

GM (GM): ping ping ping!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Now for the ones attacking Draxeo ))
rolling 1d100+15
(70)+15= 85

GM (GM): Hit

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Of course that hits ))
(( What's the stats for Apex rifles ))

GM (GM): Now is this to one or both

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Just one ))

GM (GM): 7.92 Mouser 5d10+60(85):
Let's just do 85 to be quick
Draxon!
I reviewed your sheet abit.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 5d10+60
(8+8+3+10+9)+60= 98
(( Hell no, I'm not doing 85 ))

Theo Gerald: (I think drax is still MIA)

Nick Delacruz: yea he gone

GM (GM): Oop, I'll skip him then

Clayton R.: (( I gotta go do something. Might be gone for about 15 min. ))

GM (GM): Well, you know, afew people are MIA. Think we should book mark this and continue next week?

Clayton R.: (( We could. ))

Theo Gerald: (Sure thing!)

Nick Delacruz: if u want

GM (GM): Yeah, people are fleeing.

Clayton R.: (( I didn't want to leave everyone hanging, but I have to get ready for stuff on my end. ))

GM (GM): But I did review your guys' sheets
True. Yeah, let's resume the massacre later.

Martin Baron: Back.

Clayton R.: (( TOO LATE BOY ))

Jonathan Sommer: (("I reviewed your sheets and you should all be dead by now"))

GM (GM): Great. We are adjorning.

Nick Delacruz: too slow

Martin Baron: Ok.

GM (GM): ((Actually no, nick should have 8 agility and 80 hp.

Martin Baron: Anything that happened?

Nick Delacruz: oh really?

GM (GM): Draxon should have added more to his strength and ended up with 12.
Yep, size gives a stat bonus as well.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Clayton is stunning left and right))

Nick Delacruz: ill respec points next week

Martin Baron: ( Cool. Wish I had a blaster again. Much better than any other gun, really. )

GM (GM): Theo actually got everything right though

Valerie P. Awsum: (( And I started hitting too ))

GM (GM): Yep. Broken tech is what the whole backstory of the comic is about.
Yeah. It's a bummer!
Okay, gotta stretch. I'll see you guys later.
I hope everyone had fun!

Nick Delacruz: well that was fun

Jonathan Sommer: Cya