Uplift RPG Session #53

Gator (GM): Nope. Rig just crashed.
Let's go.
Alright, refresher time.
Welcome to falcon's valley.
You are located deep in the crags of said valley.
After entering a mine that was cordoned off by the goberment, you were assualted by skeletons.

Gator (GM): The local Sheriff has accompanied you on this venture.
Said venture is finding the treasure of an immortal loonie that you left in a giant worm.

Thus we continue the quest for phat loots.

Gator (GM): You have dispatched the bonies and now stand in front of a chasm which splits the tunnel.

Match Starts off deeply into space.

How now brown cow?

Match Shakes his head trying to get back into reality.

Martaues: "You good, man?"

Match: "Yeah yeah, just zone off."
"Mart can your suit grappling hook reach the other side?"

Martaues: "Let me see..."
rolling 1d100
(24)= 24
( Says the hook grapple has 30' range

Gator (GM): I assume there is a bonus somewhere in there?

Martaues: ( I got no idea )

Gator (GM): Are you throwing said grapple?

Martaues: ( It's a suit grapple, I think it's shot out )

Gator (GM): Oh right.
Yeah, no bonus then.

the grapple finds no purchase and dangles down.

Martaues: "Well... It can reach, but it can't find anything to snag on."

Gator (GM): Normally I'd ask for some rope related skills for that but what evs.

Match: "Dang it! Well what if I lasso the cart filled with rock and we climb the rope over there?"

Gator (GM): Sure.

Martaues: "If you can reach it... Otherwise, we'd just have to try jumping."

Match Makes a cowboy stance, gives it the look down as if its a shootout and throws the lasso at it!

Match: Is this agl or str?
rolling 1d100 + 40
(10)+40= 50

Gator (GM): agi
You make it.

Match: "Fred you're the lightest right? You go first."

Gator (GM): The rope seems secure.
Fred attempts and falls down the hole.
(Joking.)

Match Crosses the gap with the aid of the rope

Martaues: "Alright then..." Martaues mumbles as he walks to the other side

Match Holds oto the rope still, incase of snapping

Martaues: "Thanks, man."

Match: "No problem Mart."
"Uhh mister... Uhh... Hmmm.... Psst Mart what is the guys name again?"
"Oh, nevermind he crossed."

Gator (GM): Just then.

Martaues: ( I wouldn't know either )

Gator (GM): (Fred.)
The skeleton automata that you had dispatched reform, they gather to your rope!

Match: (Didnt the wires in them blow up or something?)

Gator (GM): (Don't ask me. I'm the GM!)

Match Looks at the them "Why do things not stay DEAD ANYMORE!"

Gator (GM): They begin to cross the gap!

Match Picks up his ax and swings it at the rope!

Martaues: "Oh for- CUT THE ROPE!"

Match: rolling 3d10 + 40
(1+10+6)+40= 57

Gator (GM): rope, 30 hp.
You cut it and the two drop into the abyss.

Martaues watches the remaining skeleton, ready to see if it will attempt jumping over.

Gator (GM): You are on the other side of the gap.

Match: (It stat a hole beind me?)

Gator (GM): The other skeleton stares back at you with a sloaching posture.
It appears to not be active without a clear pat to you.

Martaues: "Jeez... Get the remainin' bit of rope. We'll deal with him on the way back."

Gator (GM): Yes, on this side you see some mining equipment and a deep hole.

Match Put's his hands on his side and spits in the pit. "City SLICKER Skeleton."

Gator (GM): Fallen pylons decorating it suggest it to be a elevator shaft.

Martaues: "Great..."

Match Gets the rest of the rope.

Martaues: ( Only way through is down then? )

Match Gets the mining equipment.

Gator (GM): (Two ways. The shaft or continue the tunnel.

Match: "Lets go forwards, LADDER looks like it could break any minute!"

Martaues: "Would rather not risk someone falling down a long depths again..."

Gator (GM): You continue down the tunnel. Therein the space gets narrower but the tunnel has become more developed.

Match: "I forget, was that me or you or deer man?"

Martaues readies his energy weapon. "It was you."

Martaues: ( Rolling perception )
rolling 1d100+25
(83)+25= 108

Gator (GM): You look around your surroundings.

Match Knocks on his mining helmet "Well, at least I got a helmet now."

Gator (GM): The walls are smoothed and brick, Same as the floor.
brb

Match Picks up any bricks laying on the ground

Gator (GM): Ahead it looks like a small room. Proceed?

Match Match moves forward.

Gator (GM): Ahead it looks like a small room. Proceed?

Match Match moves forward.

Gator (GM): Mart!

Martaues follows after Match.

Gator (GM): Continuing your perusal you find one of the worm wire machines crawling on the ground!

Martaues: ( Shooting it with the energy weapon )

Gator (GM): Sure.

Martaues: rolling 1d100
(70)= 70
( Old paste says it's 9d10 damage )

Match Hears the sound of gunfire and turns his head "WORM THING!"

Martaues: rolling 9d10
(5+5+10+10+4+8+9+3+7)= 61

Gator (GM): The worm goes up like a small fire cracker.
There is also a pile of bones.

Match: "Worm didn't bite you did it Marty?"

Martaues: "No, but I wouldn't want to see what it could do."

Match Looks at the pile of bones.

Match: "It's those SKELTONS I BET!"

Gator (GM): You look at the bones and discover that something is off. The look like plastic.

Martaues: "Hey, wait... These aren't even real bones."

Gator (GM): The sheriff looks at them. "Some tunnels in the mountain are decorated for a halloween attraction. We must have gotten in their tunnel."

Match Looks at the sherrif. "AND these halloween tunnels are LINKED to Gov LOCKED DOWN mines?"

Martaues: "This deep down?"

Gator (GM): "Eyep. They put up lights and spooky noises for the elevator ride down."

Eustues: "As long as they keep their section of the mine up to code it's not a problem. Haunted houses are big business these days. That's neither here nor there."

Match: "..."
"I hate HORROR and haunted houses!"
(What month is it)

Gator (GM): You hear a rock fall behind you.

Martaues: "You easily spooked, Flint?"

Gator (GM): (In game it's about July.)

Match: (Like is it near not halloween?)
"Why is haun- CRAP RUN!"

Match Runs away from the rock fall.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(2)+45= 47

Gator (GM): Which way?

Match: (great rolls.)

Gator (GM): Because of that poor roll you run down the tunnel.

Match: (to the falling rocks of death of course.)

Gator (GM): You are greeted by a spectre and it's unholy wailing!
(Keep in mind the worms are not actual size. The are very small.)

Match: I assume pet cat size

Martaues: ( Would setting them on fire not cause a reaction like an energy weapon? )

Match: (roll initiation?)

Gator (GM): (I'm pretty sure it would be like an energy weapon.)
Sure!

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(99)+45= 144

Martaues: rolling 1d100+40+25
(16)+40+25= 81

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+45
(74)+45= 119
Whoo
Marty!

Martaues: (
(???)
( Is it not Match's turn? )

Gator (GM): Ooop
sorry, misread
Ratty!

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(97)+40= 137

Gator (GM): You are beset by a banshee! A wisp!

Match Swings at the ghosly apporations head!

Gator (GM): A female figure of poor constituition and aerobatic abilities!

Match: rolling 4d10 + 45
(2+1+8+4)+45= 60

Gator (GM): She takes it.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(74)+40= 114
rolling 4d10 + 45
(8+5+10+8)+45= 76
"DIE DIE DIE DIE GOST!"

Gator (GM): Her head comes off and rolls down the stairs

Match Rushes upstairs and starts biting the worms!

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(75)+40= 115
rolling 3d10 + 45
(4+10+3)+45= 62

Martaues: "Hey, hey hey hey! Flint! Chill out! It's done!"

Gator (GM): Actually the worms still live.

Martaues: ( Oh OK )

Match: (I get an extrea bite.)
rolling 1d100 + 40
(68)+40= 108

Gator (GM): Oh yeah.

Match: rolling 3d10 + 45
(9+7+8)+45= 69

Match Basically starts eating the worms.

Gator (GM): Welp, you gnash and claw until they wriggle no more.
End of combat.

Match With worms in his mouth he looks at Mart "Murh Yu Oeky?"

Match Swallows his meal for the day "You okay Marty?"

Martaues: "I'm, ah... Yeah, I'm fine, man. I'd spit those out if I were you. Don't know where they've- Aaaaugh..."

Martaues looks ill as he watches Match swallow the "worms".

Match: "You look sick DID one of them bite you?"

Gator (GM): (I hadn't even fathomed what would happen if someone ate them.)

Martaues tries not to dry heave as he says, "N-no. No, I'm... Ooough... I'm fine."

Gator (GM): The sheriff uses his natural talent: Ignoring disgusting things to get to the point. "If this is the haunted mine then good bet this leads out of the moutain in a quick and safe manner."

Match Thinks to himself. whiping off the worm pits and juices off his face "Sorry SORRY... they tasted good though."

Match: "Just like those mixed meat dinners I eat."

Martaues: "Flint, please: I really, REALLY don't want to hear about how they tasted."

Match: "Sorry SORRY, just, I didn't want them to hurt you and I SNAPPED, okay?"

Gator (GM): "Yeah, you probably will want to get to a doctor or something. Still, let's spend the hours you have left getting out of here.

Match: "I feel fine though? Wait WHY YOU KNOW its bad to eat those worms?"

Martaues: "Flint, I'm no where near a doc, and I can tell you at least thirty different ways it aint right eating those... things."

Gator (GM): "I don't. I'm just guessing because you ate them off the floor of a mine."

"Also, they like to animated things... how healthy do you think they are to eat?"
Match: "I thought the WIRED ANIMATED THATM SKELLIES!"
Martaues: "Just... Please, man. Don't... Don't just eat stuff of the floor."
Gator (GM): He shrugs. "Thought they were the same thing.

Match thinks fast and stick his finger down is throat...

Martaues looks at the "banshee".

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(46)+25= 71

Gator (GM): It's a prop.

Martaues: ... And tries his hardest to ignore Match's gagging behind him.
( Any sign of worms in 'em? )

Gator (GM): Upon your approach it waves about and makes a "ooooo" noise.

Match: (Does match puke?)

Gator (GM): Give me a perception.

Martaues: "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w62NuIjapfk"

Gator (GM): Yes.

Match totally hurls.

Match Hurls in the conner.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(95)+25= 120

Gator (GM): Yep. The worms are crawling up the dummy.

Match whipes the puke off his face "I NEED To brush my teeth when I get home... Do i even have a toothbrush?"

Martaues: "Oh for-!"

Martaues shoots at the mass pile of worms.

Martaues: rolling 1d100
(47)= 47

Gator (GM): With?

Martaues: ( Energy gun I stole off of a train that one time )

Gator (GM): right.
The dollar store clothes and cheap plastic become a funerary pyre for the infecting creatures.

Martaues: "Jeez... Just what the hell are these things?"

Match: "... Tasty."

Gator (GM): Upon saying that something trips.

Match: "Eh, Eh?"

Martaues continues to fight back the urge to barf.

Martaues: "Oooough... What now?"

Spooky sounds and strobing lights fill the air.

Martaues: "Oh dammit... I think somethin' turned all of the decorations on."

Gator (GM): A spider and a blast of air hits Ratboy in the face.

Match Scream And attact the gaint monster.

Match: rolling 4d10 + 45
(10+9+7+10)+45= 81

Martaues: "Flint! Flint! Calm down! It's just a decor... Oh crap. How the hell do we tell the difference?"

Gator (GM): The creature swings on cheap string
On the backswing it leaps right on mart!

Martaues: "Fffff~!"

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(1)+20= 21
And hits the wall.

Martaues decides against risking it and fires a blast into the spider!

Martaues: rolling 1d100
(49)= 49

Gator (GM): It shrieks and flails about.
It one last spasm it flies at
rolling 1d2
(2)= 2
Mart!

Martaues: "DAMMIT!"

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100
(83)= 83
It hits you on the chest and bursts into junk.

Martaues: ( Try dodging the flailing, on-fire spider? )

Gator (GM): You are on fire.
rolling 1d10
(4)= 4
4 damage

Martaues: ( Roll to put the fire out? )

Match: "NO NO NO NO!"

Gator (GM): Indeed.
You have tumbling?
If not, give me a mind roll

Martaues: ( I have swimming )
rolling 1d100+25
(30)+25= 55

Match: (Im sure stop drop and roll inst needed for basic fire safty.)

Gator (GM): (Loggerheads don't have tumbling naturally. Not a useful skill in Zero G
You recall somewhere stop drop and roll
You remember the pictures pretty well.
You stop drop and... roll down the the stairs.

Match: "FIRE WHY WHY WHY!"

Gator (GM): Match, do you roll to dodge a rolling mart?
Or do you let a flaming log bowl you over?

Martaues: "Oh crap, crap, crap!" Martaues yells as he tumbles down the stairs

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

Gator (GM): Boing, 100 pts.

Match: Is that enough to dodge?

Gator (GM): Sheriff did not dodge. He was surprised by this.
He is too, on the floor.
Also, Match has a phobia for fire, doesn't he?
And a fixation.
Match, you take 2d10 MH damage

Match: (Well Im at 0 mp.)

Gator (GM): rolling 2d10
(5+6)= 11

Match: (So I dont have the fear for now.)

Gator (GM): Well now you're bad match again.

Match: "MART YOU OK!"

Martaues huffs as he puts out the fire, skin only slightly scorched. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good."

Match: "FIRE, WHY YOU HURT MY LOVER! WHY MUST YOU RUIN MY LIFE!"

Martaues: "H-hey, calm down man. I'm all good, you don't have to- Aw hell!"

Gator (GM): You see the room is full of skeletons!
Green and purple lights flash.
Atop a little grave stands the grim reaper!
"Thou art deceased!" He says as we points a boney hand.

Martaues: ( There a visual on the pile of worms? Want to immediately shoot them dead. )

Gator (GM): Yes, the sheriff points them out.

Match: "YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY LOVER REAPER!"

Gator (GM): They have cover from the bone head and sheriff.

Match Attacks the reaper!

Martaues: "Stand back! Don't let any of 'em explode on you!"

Gator (GM): -40 to your shot.

Martaues: rolling 1d100-40
(57)-40= 17

Gator (GM): Fun fun on the urn.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(44)+45= 89
rolling 4d10 + 45
(9+8+9+2)+45= 73

Gator (GM): Roll 100. odds hit one, even the other.

Martaues: ( Me or Match )

Martaues: ( Me or Match )

Gator (GM): Mart.

Martaues: rolling 1d100
(96)= 96

Gator (GM): The skeleton melts in a puddle.
Match!

Match: (yes.)

Gator (GM): You jump and attack the grim reaper.
It falls back, held in place by ties to its feet.
(Did you bite it or something?)

Match: Ax

Gator (GM): The Grim reaper uprights.
It wobbles then throws a punch!
Take it?

Match: Match doesn't fear the reaper!
rolling 1d100 + 45
(42)+45= 87

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+35
(36)+35= 71
It swings its cheap prop scythe!
rolling 1d100+35
(9)+35= 44

Match: (I assume I dodge it.)

Gator (GM): Aren't you out of actions?
Eh, I assume so.

Match: Y rolled 67 to dodge it.
87

Gator (GM): Anyway, it's on now chaps.
Lets keep your rolls for a sec.
rolling 1d100+45
(82)+45= 127

Martaues: rolling 1d100+40+25
(8)+40+25= 73

Gator (GM): Or not, sure.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(39)+45= 84

Gator (GM): Match, your turn.

Match: Oncew again match attaacks the reaper!
rolling 4d10 + 45
(6+1+4+10)+45= 66

Gator (GM): He will parry.
rolling 1d100+35
(27)+35= 62
You didn't roll to hit so we're not counting that.
Next action?

Match: thats what the 84 was for.

Gator (GM): Ah, my mistake.
Next action?

Match: Keep on killing the grim reaper!
rolling 1d100 + 45
(33)+45= 78

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+35
(6)+35= 41

Match: rolling 4d10 + 45
(3+2+5+3)+45= 58

Gator (GM): (Just can't get high today.)

Match: "YOU WILL NOT TAKE MARTY AWAY FROM ME, HE IS THE ONLY PERSON I LOVE AND WHO LOVES ME!"

Gator (GM): Last?

Match: (Is the reaper destroyed?)

Gator (GM): Nope.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(6)+45= 51

Gator (GM): He takes it.

Match: rolling 4d10 + 45
(7+4+2+10)+45= 68

Martaues: "J-just be careful, man!" Martaues yells out as he focuses on the worms.

Match Now starts biting him.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(31)+45= 76
rolling 1d100 + 45
(9)+45= 54

Gator (GM): I think that's three.

Match: rolling 3d10 + 40
(1+5+8)+40= 54
rolling 3d10 + 40
(9+3+9)+40= 61
(end turn.)

Gator (GM): He surives
He uses his one action to attack match.
rolling 1d100+35
(94)+35= 129
Oh sure, now.
rolling 2d10+30
(2+6)+30= 38
He breaks his fake scythe across you

Gator (GM): Prattling down the stairs is the banshee, still flaming!

Martaues: "OH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Gator (GM): Her distorted scream track tripping and glitching.

Mart, defend!
rolling 1d100+10
(88)+10= 98

Match: brb

Martaues: ( Rolling to dodge )
rolling 1d100+35
(32)+35= 67

Gator (GM): You hath not succeeded!
rolling 1d10+10
(3)+10= 13
And you have caught on fire.
The banshee crumples to the ground.

Martaues: "DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT!"

Gator (GM): The skeletons animate!
The bonehead to your left swings at you, mart!
rolling 1d100+20
(74)+20= 94
(Why do I roll better now?)
You there Mart?

Martaues: ( Yeah )

Gator (GM): Oh okay.

Martaues: ( I can't really dodge, I already did )

Gator (GM): Oh sorry.

Match: Back

Gator (GM): This is why you should parry and block!
Now you pay.
rolling 1d10+15
(7)+15= 22
He swings again.
rolling 1d100+20
(30)+20= 50
rolling 1d10+15
(1)+15= 16

Gator (GM): 36 damage total.
Match!
You in bone zone.

Match: "MART MART!"

Gator (GM): punch 1/6
rolling 1d100+20
(4)+20= 24

Match: (Blocking doesnt cost an action right?)

Gator (GM): Yep.

Match: (Okay, how much hp would an ax have?)

Gator (GM): That one, 40
It's old.

Match: Ill block with it.
rolling 1d100 + 45
(30)+45= 75

Gator (GM): rolling 1d10+15
(5)+15= 20
Takes 20
2/6
rolling 1d100+20
(61)+20= 81
Block?

Match: l arm block
L
rolling 1d100 + 45
(56)+45= 101

Gator (GM): rolling 1d10+15
(1)+15= 16
3/6
rolling 1d100+20
(97)+20= 117
Block?
rolling 1d10+15
(6)+15= 21

Match: Nah

Gator (GM): k
let's summarize 4, 5, 6 to just one or two rolls, sound good?

Match: Sure

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(94)+20= 114
They hit, (Why now do I roll 90s?)
rolling 3(1d10+15)
3= 3
That's not right.
rolling 1d10+15
(9)+15= 24
rolling 24*3
24*3= 72

Match: armor bkoe

Gator (GM): 72 damage from the volley of plastic fists.
Sheriff takes 20 damage from boney.
Wire worms crawl from the floor!
Mart!

Martaues: "EVERYONE! JUST FUCKING RUN!" Martaues yells out at the onslaught of worms and puppets.

Match: How come sherrif isnt attacking?

Gator (GM): Conflict of interest? Fine fine.
Three ways of escape, not counting back.

Martaues: ( Far left looks best. )
( Going further into this cave will either have more worms or puppets )
( Best just hope to storm through to a narrow corridor where we can tunnel them through and burn them. )

Gator (GM): Will you move now, or save your actions until everyone else moves?
Or just smash something?

Martaues: ( How many actions will it take to reach left exit? )

Match: Run south!

Martaues: ( Why south? )

Match: (ehh
(cause things are going south!)

Martaues: ( So yay or nay on leaving left? )

Match: (Yay.)

Martaues: ( How many actions to run to the left side? )

Gator (GM): What is your Agi?

Martaues: ( 7 )

Gator (GM): 2 actions.

Martaues: ( Alright, run over there and use my last action to scream inspiration at Match )

Gator (GM): roll mind

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(25)+25= 50
"FUCKIN' RUN, FLINT! JUST RUN!"

Gator (GM): Nope, your words do not inspire another action.

Match Looks at the burning Mart.

Gator (GM): Sheriff moves and shoots.
boney
rolling 1d100+70
(77)+70= 147
60 damage.
Match!

Match Hits the reaper with his ax twict!
Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(18)+45= 63
rolling 1d100 + 45
(1)+45= 46

Gator (GM): Oh yeah, mart take
rolling 1d10
(10)= 10
10 fire damage
One hit and the axe breaks on the second.
Roll damage

Match: rolling 4d10 + 40
(4+2+2+8)+40= 56

Gator (GM): By now you have thrashed him enough to see that the figure is throughly infested with these worms. Much more than the bones.
It is also crippled pretty well by now.

Match: Biting twice!
rolling 1d100 + 45
(96)+45= 141
rolling 1d100 + 45
(37)+45= 82

Gator (GM): Ir will defend
rolling 1d100+35
(33)+35= 68
Nope, alright.
damage.

Match: rolling 3d10 + 40
(9+7+8)+40= 64
rolling 3d10 + 40
(1+7+5)+40= 53

Gator (GM): And its down.

Match: And I move.

Gator (GM): You run to the tunnel and a mass of worms spring from all sides of the tunnel to form a wall.
You have become entangled in their mass!
A figure comes from the north tunnel! Ragged and humanoid but of a deathly hue!
He stands clear to the ceiling of the tunnel.

Match: "AHHHH!"

Martaues: "Oh god, Match!"

Match: "MART YOU ARE FLLAMING! STI-LL!@"

Gator (GM): Sorry, cat tried to get through the window.
Bone zone.
Two piles of worms swarm reaper's body!
Skels are forming some kind of line!
The tall man picks up a swarm and they form into a device of some sort.
He points it at Match!

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(56)+30= 86
3d10+30+40
rolling 3d10+30+40
(1+2+1)+30+40= 74
You hear a thwip thwip thwip and the rat is hit with bits of supersonic metal!

Martaues: "FLINT!"

Match Screams and cries in pain "Mart RUN OFF WITHOUT ME!"

Gator (GM): Mart~!

Martaues: ( I don't know if I can, but I should blast a round into the wall-worms to free Match )

Gator (GM): (I suppose it's become obvious, but I'm pulling from the back of the book here. Also: https://youtu.be/eVB8lM-oCSk )
The sheriff makes an audible: "The tunnel Match is at is the exit. We get through there and on the elevator and we are out.

Martaues runs up close to Match, aiming the gun as close as he can to the worms as to not hit him. "Hold on, man! Hold on!"
Martaues: rolling 1d100
(97)= 97

Gator (GM): Damage?

Martaues: rolling 9d10
(3+1+8+2+3+10+6+5+6)= 44

Gator (GM): You blast well but they hold fast. You'd say they are down 1/3.

Martaues: ( There a way to empty the mag on this gun? Because I got no idea what the mag on this even is )

Gator (GM): I assume its a laser so focus fire.

Martaues: ( What's the roll? )

Gator (GM): +45 for successive hits.

Martaues: ( And damage? )
( Oh, that is )
( So regular roll )
( *to aim )

Gator (GM): (I didn't make up the thing. I don't know the stats. Well, I did but I didn't write them down.)
Yes.

Martaues: rolling 1d100
(55)= 55
(Hit?)

Gator (GM): hit

Martaues: rolling 9d10+45
(1+5+4+6+8+5+6+7+4)+45= 91

Gator (GM): That's enough.
The barrier fries under your light.

Martaues: ( One action left then. )
"C'mon, c'mon! Can you stand?"

Match: "YOU'RE STILL ON FIRE!"
"YES YES."

Gator (GM): (Just alittle bit.)

Martaues: "DOESN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW, JUST RUN, DAMMIT!"

Martaues runs down the tunnel.

Gator (GM): Do you all follow?

Match Follows his flaming runner.

Gator (GM): Sheriff follows.
You hit the elevator as fast as you can.

Mission END

Martaues tries to put himself out now that he has the time of breathe.

Gator (GM): Despite the battle, you did not get the gold. No mission XP.
You do gain +20 xp from combat.
You are rewarded with: Your lives.

Match "Mart, you okay my FIRE OF MY HEART?"

Match Hugs Mart

Gator (GM): How much hp does match have left?

Martaues desperately pats out the flames burning on him, "Forget about me! What about you?"

Match: 5
55