Endtown RPG Session #35

GM (GM): Sup!
Sorry I'm late!
Clayton R.: It's fine
Cas Hutson: Oh hey GM!
GM (GM): How is everyone today?
Everett Pillory: Better than yesterday
Clayton R.: I'm fine. Semester is finally over
GM (GM): Cool!
Martin Baron: Working on phone interview
Everett Pillory: Goddamn drama in the thread
Cas Hutson: I'm doing well! Had to go through tests from Wednesday to yesterday.
Clayton R.: We're too much of a general now on /co/
Everett Pillory: Yeah
GM (GM): I'm sure once we have more to discuss it will turn out better.
Martin Baron: Done with phone interview. I'll be back real quick.
GM (GM): As long as we steer away from chasing off new readers.
Everett Pillory: It's kinda silly they think that there's like 2-3 people that have the ability to talk with Aaron when he's super happy in recieving all e-mails
Also the anons getting upset over me asking what Topsiders eat is just classy
Clayton R.: Some people send him some weird questions though
Everett Pillory: Yeah. Mine are at the end the 1 to 10 ones
The waifu obession though is weird as hell
Clayton R.: It really is.
Martin Baron: Back, sorru.
*sorry.
Everett Pillory: I mean I have my picks but hell... people sending Aaron love letters?
To characters?
Martin Baron: And yeah, the e-mails are pretty filthy.
GM (GM): Wait, what?
Everett Pillory: Aaron's Q&A for the month
GM (GM): I hadn't checked.
DJ-Max: I don't have waifus myself. Not my thing.
Everett Pillory: I wouldn't call any of my picks waifus. I'm not that desperate
Clayton R.: Waifuing is only really acceptable as a joke.
Everett Pillory: It stopped being a joke long ago
GM (GM): "Not only because he has a conservative position (which are similar to mine)," Oh that's a flag right there.
Cas Hutson: Waifus? What??
I know what it means, but.. why?
Clayton R.: Anyways, that's all I'm gonna say on the matter, so we don't sidetrack too much.
GM (GM): Yes.
We are past due for game!
Primary Doc:https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBeDcxSko5SlAta2c
Everett Pillory: Yeah let's chat about this later
Right now we have things to kill
Martin Baron: Not much to chat about, thread's getting a bit too fetishy and needs to soak their heads.
We begin!
Everett Pillory: ( Pulling my sheet up... oh yeah I think I'll change it to Allies/Enemies )
( Better idea )
Martin Baron is still shaking slightly after stunning Everett and Clayton. He tries to calm down, assuring himself that there are bigger concerns than this rivalry.
Everett Pillory is passed out still
Clayton R.: (When and where do I wake up since I wake up a couple minutes before Everett. )
GM (GM): Clayton and Everett have come to from the stun-rays of Martin. They feel stiff but overall alright.
Martin Baron: (( You both still good with the hospital room idea? We can still have you both tag along with killing the flesh-technodrome ))
Everett Pillory: (( Yeah... I'm good with the hospital room idea ))
Clayton R.: (( I am too.))
Martin Baron calls the doctor DJ pulled aside. "Get these two to a room. Restrain them if need be, they'll be going for each others throats."
Clayton R.: (( Everyone was issued with Scout Kits before leaving Endtown right? )
Everett Pillory: (( I dunno our dear leader ))
(( I assume Martin and I weren't due to... issues ))
Martin Baron: (( I can probably just take them off Clayton's body. ))
(( What do you have? ))
With no lack of concern the panda and man are dragged to the waiting latches of a hospital gurney.
Martin Baron: (( Binoculars would be handy. ))
GM (GM): Its in the kit.
Clayton R.: (( I mean, I know I picked up a kit from Mallard. ))
Martin Baron: (( DJ and Mana, you both there? ))
(( Also I'll take the kit from Clayton, help with spotting the giant thing. ))
Clayton R.: (( Thief! ))
Martin Baron: (( I'm already a thief, I stole your gun! ))
(( :) ))
GM (GM): If 14 minutes have passed then you both should be conscious by now.
Everett Pillory: (( I'm not restrained by any chance? ))
GM (GM): You are restrained, there is a nurse standing around.
Martin Baron: (( I guess DJ and Mana are out for the moment. Everett and Clayton can have their fight club session ))
DJ-Max: (I'm here. Was distracted.)
Clayton R. wakes up with a start, he takes several breaths as he begins to feel his blood pressure rise. The goddamn Rabbit was gonna get it!
DJ-Max coughs a bit. "I hope they work things out."
Everett Pillory looks at Clayton "See this is what happens if you poin gun at people"
Everett Pillory: They lock you up in the loony bin
Clayton R. is silent for a moment as he moves to reactivate his Zero-Field.
Martin Baron: "I doubt it. If they're restrained, maybe they'll come to a conclusion without bloodshed."
The gurney, restrains, and anything touching you suffer 750 damage and disappear.
Everett Pillory looks at Clayton "You know, Clay. Maybe you're truly unfit to be a leader"
GM (GM): ((I physically laughed from that, Martin.))
Clayton R. yells out loud as the gurney disintegrates, he deactivated the field soon after. "You were saying?"
Martin Baron: (( I'm here all night ))
DJ-Max: "...Fair 'nough. I'd jus' wanna believe they'd be adults 'bout this ya' know?" he says before shrugging and shaking his head. "Guess that makes me the naive one."
Everett Pillory is unphased by this just narrows his eyes "Okay big guy, you're acting like an idiot now. There's a huge looming threat turning Typhoid maries into goddamn freaks. Sure run out to the streets like an idiot and get yourself killed. If you continue pointing guns at people and being a nuisance no one will shed a tear when you turn into a mouth with ten pairs of eyes"
Clayton R. paces around, ignoring Everett an looking for what's left of his backpack. It wasn't on him when he was restrained, likely Martin's work again.
Everett Pillory looks at Clayton clearly ignoring his words "You know, Clay. Now I can see why Flask gave you command. You're very much in her type. Probably would murder a teammate in cold blood without batting an eye."
GM (GM): The doctor informs Clayton that he will be billed 650$ for the gurney. Everett is set free as they can't actually restrain him by patient rights.
Everett Pillory shrugs at the doc "Do you think he'll pay? The only thing on his mind right now is murder."
Clayton R. stares at the doctor. "I want my gear."
GM (GM): The doctor shoots you a look of someone who has been through enough today and says, "Then it's probably where you left it."
Clayton R. goes back for his ear, where he remembers being knocked out. '
GM (GM): Your monster watch has given you afew sightings: Some disturbances in ground level and in building C
Martin Baron: (( Mana, you with us? ))
GM (GM): There appears to be civilians in trouble on the streets but you are seeing blue lights around building C
M. Walker: ((I, suppose? I don't know what I should do, eheh))
Martin Baron: (( You want to hunt the giant eye thing with us or hang back at the hospital? ))
GM (GM): ((Well, you're on the same level as Clay and Everett. In your patience you've seen some commotion in building C.))
Everett Pillory: (( I'm gonna try making some explosives out of the remains of gunpowder I have ))
DJ-Max: "Looks like we found it..."
Martin Baron makes sure the blaster is set to drill. "We gotta make sure it's dead, or this whole settlement might fall under."
Martin Baron: (( Move out to Building C or do something else? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Can I make makeshift explosives with my shotgun shells? ))
M. Walker: ((Oh, Building C))
GM (GM): Sure!
Everett Pillory: Clayton! Instead of getting your revenge. Help me out with this. We need some explosives
(( Demolition roll? ))
GM (GM): I think it would be a demolition roll, yeah.
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(60)+20= 80
GM (GM): Going all Skyedge there, huh?
Clayton R. simply stares back at Everett after retrieving his gear.
GM (GM): How much ammo do you have?
DJ-Max nods "Right..." Then, He'll yell for people to get out of the way while moving toward the lights.
Everett Pillory: (( 100 buckshot. I will use that. ))
(( 80 slugs I save ))
Martin Baron: (( Smart, yell at them to go to building A. ))
GM (GM): Alright, you are able to cobble together some 15 blast packs. They do 3d10+30 or equal to one stick of TNT.
You ignite through heat or energy.
Martin Baron: (( Dual tech with Everett and Clayton? ))
Everett Pillory looks up at Clay as he prepares charges "I don't think staring at people is helping." Then he throws Clay 2 blast packs "Here you go, Lt. Asshole. Light the fuse and throw"
Martin Baron: (( Toss, he lights ))
DJ-Max will tell them to run to building A. Sure.
GM (GM): So, you guys are headed to building C?
Martin Baron: (( Yep, me, Master Splinter, and Poodle of War are heading out. ))
DJ-Max: (Yeah!)
GM (GM): Okay!
Clayton R. groans under his mask and he walks closer Everett. "I want you tell everything you know about what you saw in your first crusade out here, and why it's such a big problem, because from my position, all I saw was you blowing up a building."
Everett Pillory: (( I'll follow shortly. Need stack myself with explossive. ))
Martin Baron: (( IT WAS BIG, SCARY, AND PINK ))
M. Walker: ((Yup))
GM (GM): In building C...
The building is very quiet, heavy locks on the doors suggests that this might by more important than the other buildings... Or rather it's contents are.
Martin Baron: (( And then it turns out that there's more than 1. ))
Everett Pillory gets up and looks like a Red Panda Christmas tree with all that TNT all over him or a terrorist. "Well that's the first smartest thing you've said for the past hour. Okay listen here, Clay. What we're dealing with here is I don't really know what to classify it as. Whether it's supernatural or mutant. We saved all the anthros but apparently that thing seems to be targetting typhoid maries with some kinda of a blue beam. It looks like a giant floating eyeball on a stalk and has wings..." He takes a moment to pull out a pencil and sketch it out "Here... this is how it looks like. Anyway... if you're hit by a beam and you're a typhoid mary? You turn into 3-4 muties, ready to kill."
Martin Baron: (( Can I roll perception? Try to spot anything that looks like a 50 foot tall eyeball monster? ))
GM (GM): Sure!
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(46)+15= 61
For the briefest of moments you see something hover outside the window, about a floor up.
Martin Baron: "Crap, I think I see it. Get ready."
(( DJ, want me to toss you a gun just in case? ))
DJ-Max nods "Right... Mind if I borrow a gun?"
M. Walker flinches to the side, raising her rifle at the shape briefly
Martin Baron draws his 10mm Colt and hands it to DJ, then digs back into his pockets and hands him 35 bullets.
Martin Baron: (( 2d10+30, 7 magazine ))
Clayton R. is silent for a time. "You know most people would say you're full of shit for something like that, also." He punches Everett in gut. "That was for earlier! What's you're major malfunction dealing with me, huh?.. Why is every there word out of your mouth an insult?!" Clayton doesn't care if this is the worst time to argue about this.
GM (GM): ((The suit doesn't help.))
Everett Pillory: (( Oh certainly ))
(( Can I dodge that? ))
Smart party! As you prep you hear a terrible scratching!
Clayton R.: (( Everett didn't like before that too. ))
DJ-Max nods to Martin with a "Thanks" before loading up and saying "Lets mov-gah!"
Everett Pillory: (( Or parry it? ))
GM (GM): ((Surely it wasn't a damaging blow. Surely!))
Clayton R.: (( Eh, I'm not going roll damage for it anyway. ))
Everett Pillory: (( Nah more so wanting to show off badassery! ))
Monsters break down a door and come spilling out into the hall!
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(29)+20= 49
Martin Baron 's eyes widen in fear, holding the blaster out for an attack.
Clayton R.: (( guess I'l roll then. ))
Martin Baron: (( Bit late on that. ))
GM (GM): These ones are roughly humanoind!
Martin Baron: "Oh god... Oh god!"
GM (GM): Roll initiiti!
Clayton R.: ((isn't it agility bonus on punches? ))
GM (GM): Yes.
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(35)+35= 70
DJ-Max: rolling 1d100 + 20
(89)+20= 109
"LIGHT 'EM!"
M. Walker: rolling 1d100+35
(82)+35= 117
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+55
(44)+55= 99
Clayton R.: (( That was probably\ a bad time to roll for a punch right before init rolls. ))
Martin Baron: (( I can drill them, but that might screw up the building behind them. I can switch to stun, but that'd take a turn, so I'd only get two of them. ))
GM (GM): rolling 3d100+5
(62+20+32)+5= 119
Martin Baron: (( If they're roughly humanoid, we might suffer MP loss. ))
GM (GM): Walker! Your turn!
Martin Baron: (( Oh right, the Auntie M junk. I think I got 2 shots of that gunk left? ))
GM (GM): 3 I think.
Martin Baron: (( Never put it on my character sheet. ))
GM (GM): https://youtu.be/EnFc7D0ZoCc
Should we pass on Walker?
M. Walker: Alrighty, she opens fire at the closest creature
GM (GM): There you go!
M. Walker: rolling 1d100+20
(86)+20= 106
GM (GM): "Hisss" is nearest.
Martin Baron: (( Tongue one ))
GM (GM): That's a hit.
Everett Pillory grabs his stomach and looks up at Clay, pissed. "Fucking OW... you saw enough shit in the wasteland to know how I'm not kidding about this shit. What's my malfunction? You're acting like a crazy person from day one I've met you. Your obsession with topsider suits, your obsession with being pure... do I need to go on? I am waiting for you for once to calm down and realise that it's over. There's no coming back. The minute that mask of yours broke, I hoped you would've been a bit more sane, but no. Then whatever is your problem intensified to the point you sounding exactly like the bastards that opened fired at the protestors at the campus I worked at. Martin while being on the edge of being crazy is at least aware of how fucked up things have gotten. You? I think you're still 10 seconds before the bombs have hit."
M. Walker: rolling 3d10+30
(5+6+6)+30= 47
GM (GM): A bullet catches it square center. The creature still stands.
M. Walker curses aloud
GM (GM): Next action? Or wait?
((https://youtu.be/wH_2wl8Oq44 much better.))
M. Walker: Wait I guess
GM (GM): DJ your turn!
DJ-Max decides to follow Mana's lead and takes a shot at one of the mutants, specifically the one in the middle.
DJ-Max: rolling 1d100 + 20
(92)+20= 112
GM (GM): hit!
DJ-Max: rolling 2d10 + 30
(1+2)+30= 33
And with another action, he'll do it all over again and fire a second shot.
Everett Pillory: ( Remember you have electrogloves, DJ)
Clayton R. counter argues, "There's nothing wrong with wanting to stay well equipped as possible, and there is most certainly nothing wrong with wanting to stay human!" He yells, pointing at the red panda. "And why don't you take a moment to look at yourself! You're just as bad as the topsiders! You practically spout about how much you want to go kill some of them every other time you aren't insulting or undermining me!"
GM (GM): ((Had to establish a top down view
Shoot again!
DJ-Max: rolling 1d100 + 20
(29)+20= 49
GM (GM): Square hit.
DJ-Max: rolling 2d10 + 30
(6+3)+30= 39
rolling 2d10 + 30
(4+9)+30= 43
Well that's not so bad.
GM (GM): You put two aimed shots in the mutant, it's wounded badly!
Last action?
DJ-Max ends turn.
GM (GM): Martin!
The team has done some damage but is being conservative for defense.
Martin Baron: (( I really don't want to drill. It might hit the building behind them. I'm switching to stun. ))
GM (GM): ((Good idea.))
Martin Baron: (( Aiming at tentacles in the back. Also, what's the addition to shooting with a gun? How'd DJ get a +20? ))
(( Skills in pistoleering? ))
GM (GM): I thought he had handguns.
Martin Baron: (( Ah, yeah he did. ))
(( Forgot I'm using a laser gun. ))
GM (GM): You've got +10 from having energy weapons1.
Martin Baron: (( Also forgot my brain for a moment there, sorry. ))
rolling 1d100+10
(53)+10= 63
GM (GM): Who needs brains, you've got a blaster!
DJ-Max: BLAST.
Martin Baron: (( Stunning tentacles. ))
GM (GM): Rollish!
Martin Baron: (( I feel like an idiot, I'm sorry what's the stun die for this again? ))
GM (GM): Nothing really. just roll to shoot.
Then they are out for 1d10 minutes
Martin Baron: rolling 1d10
(4)= 4
Everett Pillory looks at Clay in a dismissive manner "If you were to turn inhuman, you would've done in the first days of WW1... You were a Typhoid Mary for years clinging on the danger that you wouldn't stay human. One of my collegues was Typhoid and we waited and waited and waited. Week turned into a month before we deemed him "somewhat immune"... NDDC never gave any info on the vectors even with those creepy goons invading us and demanding 'safety measures'... as for Topsiders. Do you even want to know? All the stuff they do? All the experiments? Vivisections, live organ transplants, "pain treshhold" experiments? Do you want to? Ever read about WW2? Japanese Nazi death camps and such? It's a distant memory but in a way, they're not that dissimilar. And they know about it. If one of them actually would dismiss their ways I might be more merciful but to me they can all burn to hell. And I can join that hell later."
Martin Baron: (( Got a 63, 4 minutes on tentacles. ))
GM (GM): I mean, roll 1d100+10 to shoot.
Opp, didn't read that.
Martin Baron: (( Yeah I rolled earlier, I was asking the die for minutes. ))
GM (GM): You are correct.
Everett Pillory: (( WW3 that is ))
(( Not WW1))
GM (GM): The mutant's nervous system is out on a smoke break.
Martin Baron: (( Aiming for left monster directly in front of Martin. Middle's on its last legs most likely. ))
(( That'll be last action, first was switching modes. ))
rolling 1d100+10
(2)+10= 12
(( Miss. ))
(( End turn. ))
(( Miss. ))
(( End turn. ))
GM (GM): You stunned the wall for
Martin Baron: rolling 1d10
(5)= 5
GM (GM): rolling 2d10 minues
(1+4)= 5
Martin Baron: (( Oh it's a 2d10? ))
(( Anyway, mini-zilla's turn. ))
GM (GM): Yeah, sorry. I just looked it up.
I forget details sometimes.
Monstro turn!
Hiss is out.
Lardolass advances and bites!
Martin Baron: (( Had a horrible thought: What if I stunned the giant eye, then injected it with Auntie M? )
GM (GM): Then something would definitely happen.
Martin Baron: (( Hm. ))
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(70)+25= 95
Martin Baron: (( Maybe it'll finally be a 100 ))
GM (GM): Parry, Walker?
M. Walker: Oh, yeah
Everett Pillory: (( Martin I was thinking about doing that )0
GM (GM): afk for abit
Clayton R. shakes his head. "You're a goddamn hypocrite Everett. You're just as bloodthirsty as they are, and as much as you want hate me with every atom in your body... I'm the only reason you or Martin aren't facing a death sentence, or why the rest of the group isn't either. I don't like to agree with Flask, but sometimes you just have to play ball if you wan to live."
Everett Pillory: (( Ha ha... man Clay. I do enjoy how you're pointing out flaws in his logic. Perfect. Was waiting for someone to tell him that ))
Clayton R.: (( Yeah. Clayton is at his utter limit now. ))
Everett Pillory 's face turns into a more unpleasant frown, before packing the rest of the explosives and heading out to join the others, finding their possible location from one of the doctors... then when he gets it "I am grateful for that. I'm sure Martin is as well." he says as he turns his head back.
Everett Pillory: (( Join the rest? ))
Clayton R. stands still for a moment. "Whatever happened to the danger of me going out with a hellbeast turning humans into monsters?"
Everett Pillory: I thought you didn't believe me about it
GM (GM): Back, had to fix some glasses
Clayton R.: "You're a lot of things Everett, but i don't pin you as a liar."
M. Walker: (Ugh, I'm sorry, what do I roll for parry?))
Martin Baron: (( 1d100 + agility bonus ))
(( Above 95 I believe ))
GM (GM): Yes
M. Walker: rolling 1d100+20
(41)+20= 61
Martin Baron: (( Don't think you have much of a chance. ))
Everett Pillory: Stay in the back then. And don't go near windows... We're gonna probably be making extra sure it won't sneak on us.
GM (GM): nope, you take damage
M. Walker: k
GM (GM): rolling 6d10+60
(6+10+3+4+1+6)+60= 90
You are now grappled.
The monster slams it's jaws around you digging into your poodle flesh.
Clayton R. sighs, maybe I should just look for a security center here then. I don't want to risk getting mutated out of nowhere, and if I can get a hold of some cameras, I can alert you. Do you have a Walkie Talkie?"
GM (GM): Grimely!
Martin Baron: (( Should've saved an action, dammit. ))
GM (GM): He moves up and swipes at Martin!
rolling 1d100+25
(80)+25= 105
M. Walker shrieks aloud in agony, helpless in it's jaws
Martin Baron: (( Oh no, my HP's at 82 ))
GM (GM): rolling 3d10+60
(8+7+3)+60= 78
Martin Baron: (( No armor. ))
(( Thank jeebus ))
Everett Pillory: No
GM (GM): Walker's trun!
Everett Pillory: We didn't have time to scavange any while trying to find our top scientist here
GM (GM): As he is clamped down on you, you cannot move or dodge!
Clayton R. shakes his head. "Then I'll find some."
Martin Baron barely takes the hit. Blood is starting to seep down his chest and stain his clothing.
Clayton R. moves to find a doctor, he asks them where he can meet up with security.
Martin Baron: (( 4 HP ))
GM (GM): They tell you security is building D
Clayton R.: (( fug ))
Do they have any communication devices to spare?
GM (GM): Yes, they give you a walkie talkie.
Clayton R.: (( 2 walkie talkies or just one? ))
GM (GM): Did you want two?
Clayton R.: (( How would I talk to anyone with 1? ))
GM (GM): Shouting? They give you another.
((Just having fun!))
Clayton R. hands off a walkie talkie to Everett. "Security is building D. I'm not sure how much I want to risk even moving from here either... What do you want to do Everett? None of these options look good." He says, giving a fake laugh.
Everett Pillory grabs the Walkie talkie and checks it. "I'll help the others and if coast is clear we'll give you a go. How about that?"
Clayton R. shrugs. "I guess that's fine. Sure, let's do it. Keep your eyes peeled. "
M. Walker takes a furious, desperate shot at the beast biting her
M. Walker: rolling 1d100+20
(9)+20= 29
(Nope)
Everett Pillory runs off to join the others... loaded with explosives. Hopefully he won't trip
GM (GM): Shot wide
You can try again or roll strength to break free.
((To break free: roll 1d100+strength bonus))
((Or wait.))
Clayton R.: (( Oh damn, my connection died and ate my posts ))
GM (GM): Horrible connections today
Suule is doing alright and he's on the other side of the planet.
Clayton R. keeps far behind Everett as he watches him walk forward. He activates his zero field and keeps away from any windows.
GM (GM): ((You guys will come in next turn.))
((Eh, we'll pass on Walker for now.
M. Walker: rolling 1d100+2-
(63)= 63
GM (GM): Knew that would work!
M. Walker: ((even then I screw it up, eheh))
GM (GM): What's your strength?
M. Walker: 4
GM (GM): So you have +8
So I'd say that last roll was to shoot.
And you hit.
So roll damage.
M. Walker: rolling 3d10+30
(8+8+8)+30= 54
GM (GM): The mutie has 10hp
Despite its horrible wounds it keeps its teeth dug in.
Likely because it doesn't recognize pain.
DJ!
DJ-Max seeing Mana is in trouble, decides to try and shoot it off her. "$&@# outta here!"
DJ-Max: rolling 1d100 + 20
(51)+20= 71
GM (GM): hit!
Everett Pillory: (( Use your gloves! ))
DJ-Max: (But then I Maye shock Mana! )
GM (GM): Better than coffee!
DJ-Max: rolling 2d10 + 30
(3+1)+30= 34
GM (GM): The shot hits and the monster drops down, letting Mana loose from its death grip.
M. Walker groans in relief, painedly prying it's teeth out of her shoulder
GM (GM): 2 actions
DJ-Max proceeds to aim up at the others and takes another shot. That makes 4. he has 3 left before he needs to reload.He takes aim at the CENTER again.
DJ-Max: rolling 1d100 + 20
(53)+20= 73
GM (GM): Okay, that one is dead but, okay.
Martin Baron: (( 31 bullets left. ))
GM (GM): Well, in the clip
DJ-Max: Oh. I didn't see the marker.
WHOOPS.
The one behind it...
GM (GM): Never can be too sure!
The one that is out for 4m 30s?
DJ-Max meant the one behind it, then.
GM (GM): Okay okay, the one fighting Martino
DJ-Max: YEAH SURE.
GM (GM): roll to shoot!
DJ-Max: Rolling to shoot.
Martin Baron: (( Didn't he already? ))
DJ-Max: Wiat...I did that already.
GM (GM): So you did!
I missed taht.
Roll damage!
DJ-Max: rolling 2d10 + 30
(10+8)+30= 48
GM (GM): It's badly wounded!
1 action left!
DJ-Max might as well fire again and use all his actions.
DJ-Max: rolling 1d100 + 20
(67)+20= 87
GM (GM): Hit!
DJ-Max: rolling 2d10 + 30
(8+4)+30= 42
GM (GM): (16 hp left.)
Martin!
This fight got too close too fast!
Clayton R.: (( Where are Everett and I now? ))
Martin Baron 's vision is starting to blur. He hears gunshots and two impacts on the beast. He aims the blaster and fires a stun round.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+10
(91)+10= 101
rolling 2d10
(8+6)= 14
GM (GM): Right around the corner. You've hear the scuffling and are about to appear on the scene.
14 minutes
Everett Pillory pants... "Guys... Explosives.. "
GM (GM): Combat Over
Clayton R. tries to keep his eyes sharp, and he stay far away from touching his teammates.
GM (GM): Everett and Clayton dash down the sky bridge when they heard the screaming and gunshots and quickly appear.
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(57)+30= 87
M. Walker crawls away from her deceased assailant, trailing some blood before she gets to her feet
GM (GM): What was that roll for?
Clayton R. tries his best to avoid staring daggers at Martin too.
Martin Baron doesn't take notice of Clayton and Everett's arrival. He digs through the scout kit for any first aid, wanting to do something for his and Mana's wounds.
Clayton R.: (( That was just a general perception roll to see anything. Clayton is super paranoiac now ))
Everett Pillory: Martin mind if I do the patching? I know how to do it
Also
GM (GM): Ah,
Martin Baron: (( Go ahead. ))
GM (GM): Nothing major in the hallway.
DJ-Max: "Well! Hey you two. You make up yet or are ya' still mad as hell?"
Everett Pillory tosses DJ two shotgunshell blastpacks
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(73)+20= 93
GM (GM): Looks like the monsters made a mess in the room the came from.
Everett Pillory: ( Excellent )
DJ-Max catches them.
Everett Pillory tosses two to Mana as well
DJ-Max: "...Hell's these?"
GM (GM): Elevator shows no signs of scratches or monsters living in the entire goddang shaft.
Everett Pillory: Explosives. Light the fuse and throw.
GM (GM): The shut door seems intact, so likely it's not infested either.
Everett Pillory: (( GM Did I fix Martin's and/or Mana's wounds a bit? 93 on the FA throw ))
GM (GM): Oh, I thought taht was perception.
Clayton R. speaks. "Looks like you managed to hold out well enough, at least enough to stay alive... I'm gonna want that gun back later Martin, but for now, this suit works."
GM (GM): Did you have bandages?
Everett Pillory: (( Can I use Mana's supply? ))
GM (GM): Sure.
DJ-Max: "...Right."
Everett Pillory: (( I don't want to ruin another suit ))
GM (GM): Then they both gain back +22
Martin Baron: Upon hearing Clayton and Everett's voice, Martin starts to breathe heavily in fear, but slowly calms himself at their solemn disposition.
Everett Pillory: (( Right I think Clay should've given me those 3 HE packs before he turned on the field... okay gonna give them to Martin instead ))
Martin Baron: (( Thanks man ))
(( 24 HP ))
Clayton R.: "Martin. I don't think you are in any shape to take on this thing... Security is in building D if we want to rendezvous there... or you can head back to building A but we should move soon."
Everett Pillory finishes up patching Martin and Mana and hands Martin 3 HE packs "He's fine, Clay. We should move to D and grab a LAW."
DJ-Max checks over Mana and asks her how her shoulder is doing.
Clayton R. pauses. "You think they have a rocket launcher?"
M. Walker groans aloud as Everett tends to her, still feeling it's teeth piercing her skin. "Thank you..."
Martin Baron thanks Everett for the bandaging, blood no longer seeping from his chest. "I'll... I'm fine. That th-thing is near here."
Just then...
Everett Pillory: If they don't... I'll make one
Martin Baron: (( NO ))
GM (GM): Captain Incredible appears.
Clayton R.: (( POWDERED TOAST MAN ))
DJ-Max: "I'm sure its no-"
Clayton R.: (( I won' let it go ))
Martin Baron: (( Oh good ))
CaptainI: Hello, citizens!
Everett Pillory brushes off blood from his suit "Hello... umm I-Man."
Clayton R. in shock for moment before erupting. "Where the hell have you been during all this shit?!"
Martin Baron: "Holy $#!*, you're still alive?"
Incredible: I've been... fighting these things in the sublevels.
Martin Baron: (( And then the eye comes around the corner and makes Super-Monster Mutants. ))
Incredible: It's been a very tough few days, huh? So... What are you guys doing?
Everett Pillory pulls out a sketch he made of "Dreadwing" "Hunting this..."
Clayton R.: "We have injured, and there's a hug monster turning humans to mutants."
*huge
Inc: Looks like a plucked pigeon.
Incredible: That's... Terrible!
I'll handle it! Say, do you guys have any of that experimental antidote?
Martin Baron: (( I don't trust him. ))
(( I can lie to him, say we ran out. ))
Everett Pillory: (( ...I don't trust him ))
GM (GM): ((Never trust anyone that wears his underwear on the outside.
Martin Baron: (( Exactly. ))
(( Roll to lie? ))
GM (GM): Sure!
Deception
Everett Pillory: ((I'll do it ))
Martin Baron: (( Mind bonus? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Best stats for that ))
GM (GM): Yep.
Martin Baron: (( Yeah, best you do it. ))
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(49)+25= 74
Everett Pillory looks over himself and starts checking his pockets... "Are you... I had it... must've fell out of my pockets when we were fighting that thing."
M. Walker stares in disbelief at Incredible, every day it seems something else weird flies in the face of everything she knew about reality.
Everett Pillory: rolling 100+40
100+40= 140
PFFF
Martin Baron: (( How does he know we have that stuff anyway? Or what it is ))
(( Wrong die ))
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+40
(45)+40= 85
(( There ))
Incredible: Damn! I'm sure that wasn't important... Well, uh...
Everett Pillory: ...what was that all about?
DJ-Max: "...Well..."
Martin Baron still has the Auntie M on his person, hidden in his pockets with an assortment of other items he has on him. He's suspicious of I-Man, and is relieved that Everett's on the same page.
Rather than finish the sentence Captain incredible bursts through a window and flies away.
Everett Pillory: Okay I think something weird is happening here.
Martin Baron: (( The tentacle thing is secretly a costume. ))
(( We gotta inject him with Auntie M. It might be his only weakness. ))
GM (GM): Yes, in a world where furries are real, furries must take it to the next extreme.
Martin Baron: (( JAB PICKAXES INTO YOUR ARMS ))
GM (GM): I was thinking Giger monsters but that works too!
Everett Pillory: Okay... I have an idea guys
Martin Baron: (( Joking aside, his story doesn't add up. ))
GM (GM): You're in a hallway, two of you are wounded, you've got two stunned monsters and one dead.
Everett Pillory: You might not like it
Martin Baron: (( Underground? Even if there was an underground section, why would the mutants be there? They're above ground being mutated from Typhoids. ))
(( Roll to deduce his bullshit and solve the mystery? ))
Everett Pillory: I was thinking of making a big shootable syringe
GM (GM): Sure.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(9)+15= 24
(( My mind of 3 has failed me ))
GM (GM): How are you to know what he does?
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+40
(17)+40= 57
(( DERP ))
GM (GM): He smells funny.
Everett Pillory: (( Anyone else wanting to take a shot ))
Martin Baron: (( Player knowledge from character knowledge, I suppose. ))
Everett Pillory: (( Well you know his appearance and stuff was weird so I think characters can take a shot at trying to solve "Why the fuck is here ))
Martin Baron: "For the giant, floating eye? What, do you want that to explode in fire too?"
Everett Pillory: Yes
Martin Baron: "... Why did I-Man want that stuff from us anyway? Was he gonna use it on the thing for us?"
Clayton R. is mostly silent, he takes a another look around for mutants.
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(51)+30= 81
GM (GM): The rooms on this floor are clear.
Excpet...
*Except
Everett Pillory: I doubt it
Martin Baron: (( I man is peeking around the corner, and he's pissed ))
Everett Pillory: ...I have this sinking feeling he is connected
GM (GM): There appears to be a civilian in the next room.
Martin Baron stands up and cranks the blaster, looking to the two stunned mutants. He still has 3 shots of Auntie M, but... A mercy kill is also an option.
Clayton R. frowns, and he taps on Everett, and he points to the room where he saw movement. "Looks like a survivor maybe..."
Everett Pillory rubs his nose "He smelt... funny. I can't place it."
Martin Baron: (( Is it possible to kill without drilling with the blaster? Don't want them getting up and fighting us again. ))
GM (GM): Yes.
Everett Pillory: Martin
GM (GM): It's called 'medium setting'
Martin Baron: (( Mind if I do so to these two poor sods? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Martin... I have a shotgun ))
(( I can do this ))
Martin Baron: (( And I got a infinite ammo gun ))
Everett Pillory: (( True... ))
GM (GM): I don't mind.
Check the room?
Martin Baron: "Go find that person, I'll... deal with these two." Martin says, turning the blaster to Medium.
Everett Pillory checks the room showing Clay to stay... last thing he needs is a civve seeing a topsider
Martin Baron: (( Pop pop pop them in the top ))
Clayton R. stays behind
Martin Baron: (( Oh hi Mark ))
GM (GM): You encounter a dog.
He appears scared and is waving a sword about.
Everett Pillory: Hey man... stop waving that thing around.
Just put it down and calm down. There's no need for outbursts
Accountant: I greatly disagree! I'm holding on to this.
I daresay you are wrong!
Everett Pillory: (( Oh God... it's the attack of the Crimson Permament Insurance Co. ))
The: dog has stopped waving the sword around.
Everett Pillory raises his hands up "Okay you got me. I have nothing on me. Now calm down and tell me what happened"
Dog: So are you here to rescue me or something?
DJ-Max: "Yes."
Everett Pillory: Yes
Dog: Great.
"This way?" He points out the door.
Everett Pillory: Okay okay tell me first one thing
What happened
We're trying to solve a problem where the mutants are coming from
Dog: I'm afraid I can't help you much. Incredible disappeared and then mutants started showing up.
Alot more than what you normally find running around. It's like an outbreak before the war!
Everett Pillory: Thanks... that's a great help actually and yeah I understand. I've been through it. I was at a university campus when it happened...
Come on, lemme escort you to safety
GM (GM): Great!
As you exit the dog spots Clay
"Topsider" he yells and swing for his head!
Everett Pillory grabs to hold him back
Everett Pillory: ( Shit I KNEW this would happen ))
Clayton R. raises his arm to deflect. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Clayton R.: ( (Then why didn't you warn him? ))
DJ-Max says "That's Clay. He's cool homes!"
GM (GM): ((Well, you're not the one dressed perfectly as the biggest enemy in the wastes!))
Everett Pillory: (( Can I grab him and hold him back? ))
GM (GM): Sure.
Everett Pillory: (( Roll what? ))
GM (GM): 1d100+agi
rolling 1d100+20
(62)+20= 82
Beat that.
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(98)+20= 118
(( Easy ))
Martin Baron: (( Can I roll to calm him down? ))
Everett Pillory: HOLD ON OLD MAN, THAT'S CLAY. HE'S OUR SPY
GM (GM): Yep, you grab him and yank him back enough that he doesn't go highlander.
Everett Pillory: Clay now fucking take off your mask
OldMan: Jeezis, don't sneak up on people with that helmet on!
Martin Baron: (( Guess he's in the clear then. ))
Clayton R. shakes his head. "We're still in a danger zone, and I'm not deactivating this field until we're out of it. "
Everett Pillory: Just... for... a... sec...
Everett Pillory is getting annoyed
OldMan: Whatever, I can make it to A. We are going to A right? I'll get myself to A.
Martin Baron: "He's just wearing it for protection... But come on, Clayton. Just put the helmet back on when more mutants appear, or something..."
OldMan: As he stomps off he turns and says, "Oh yeah, Gold is on the top floor. Might wanna get him before he kills us."
Clayton R. shakes his head. "I will not. This suit is my best protection, and if you haven't noticed, there a super hell monster out there mad against people like me specifically."
Everett Pillory: Gold?
Martin Baron: "What? Who?"
GM (GM): The dog is flustered and intentionally ignores your questions.
M. Walker perks her ears at the mention of a man named Gold
Everett Pillory: Is he a Mary?
Martin Baron: "Hey! Who's Gold?!" Martin shouts at the leaving Dog.
Everett Pillory sighs
Everett Pillory: Martin... I'll scout up.
Everett Pillory tosses him the spare Walkie-Talkie
Everett Pillory grabs his and climbs upstairs
Martin Baron grumbles and turns back to the group. He cranks the blaster and says "I'll keep an eye out for... heh, the eye thing."
Ding beeboopbop ding you are on the top floor.
Clayton R. stays away from windows again.
Martin Baron: (( Mind if I perception roll real quick out the window? ))
GM (GM): Sure.
Everett Pillory does a quick lookaround
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(33)+15= 48
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+40
(41)+40= 81
GM (GM): Martin!
Martin Baron: (( Oh no ))
GM (GM): You look out the window, you see yellow beams out of some buildings.
Everett! You see dead and mutilated monsters on this floor.
It looks like there is only one room on the floor with the very rare triple door setup.
Martin Baron: "What the hell?!" Martin shouts. "Guys, over here! Lasers are coming out of those buildings over there!"
Everett Pillory slowly works towards the door "Gold? Are you in there?"
Clayton R. holds position
Everett Pillory: We've rescued your dog friend...
GM (GM): Martin, use your binocs for a better view.
Martin Baron: (( Right, sorry. ))
Everett Pillory: ...if you could step out or give me a sign...
Martin Baron pulls out the binoculars, briefly considering to radio in the message to Everett upstairs.
The door opens and three anthros step out. Two are very large and one is about your size.
Everett Pillory holds his hands up "Phew... I'm glad you're safe. We're evacuting everyone to building A"
GM (GM): Martin! Focusing on the beams you see it appears to be captain Incredible blasting away at mutants.
Martin Baron: (( Make sure to warn them ahead of time of the crazy Topsider on the bottom floor. ))
Wolf: I don't know. I'm pretty safe here with my guards.
Martin Baron: (( Anything else of notice? They disintegrating or can I just see him blasting lasers? ))
GM (GM): Without getting too gorey they are indeed being blasted. Incredible seems to shoot some form of electricity from his eyes.
Just then... you notice that he stops and is changing course!
Everett Pillory: Look man... I'm gonna lay it to you straight - there's a huge monster that's floating around fucking everything up with some kind of a weird beam... for everyone's safety would you kindly move to A? Last thing I want is more people mangled up by mutant onslaught
GM (GM): Roll perception to track the sticky wicket.
Martin Baron: "... Huh. It's I-Man. He's blasting the mutants, and he's... going elsewhere now." he states out to the others.
rolling 1d100+15
(88)+15= 103
(( Keeping sight of bogey ))
Everett Pillory: (( I want to see if I can convince the wolf to leave ))
GM (GM): You see very well. Captain I is going to building D, top floor.
Clayton R. furrows his brow, good to know at least. He motions to Martin. "radio Everett for his status."
Wolf: Listen, I know that Building A is just like anyother building. I also know that my guards are best money can buy.
Martin Baron: (( Which building are we in? D? ))
Everett Pillory: Okay... let me then ask you something else
GM (GM): We are in C
Martin Baron: (( Thank you.))
Wolf: fire away.
Everett Pillory: When the mutant onslaught started?
GM (GM): About afew days ago, maybe a week.
Martin Baron turns on the walkie talkie and speaks to Everett "I caught sight of I-Man. He's flying around shooting monster mutants with his... eye... laser powers or something. Killing them it seems. He's now at the top of Building D. Did you find that Gold the dog was talking about?"
Wolf: Mutants started breaking out. Mutants coming from the woodwork. Real shock. I was the one to come up with the idea of mutant labor, you know.
saved a ton.
Everett Pillory grabs his walkie talkie "Yeah and... he's an interesting fellow. You guys go there, I'll join you later. You have my explosives anyways."
Everett Pillory: You soley? No one by any chance gave you that suggestion?
Martin Baron: "Going to continue keeping an eye on him, don't know why he's stopped there. Maybe looking for the big'un."
Gold: I'm afraid I can't talk about that without a lawyer present.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(95)+15= 110
GM (GM): Strange lights are coming from the top of D!
Martin Baron: (( Just lights? ))
Everett Pillory looks up "Look... I'm trying to solve a problem here. Do you want me to sign a NDA here? I can do that. I just want to save the colony. Without a colony well there is no profit, right?"
Gold: This is true.
Everett Pillory: No I'm not gonna use this knowledge for anything else other than saving the colony...
...I dabble in engineering rather than inhuman resources
Gold: Sorry, I thought you were looking to make a deal. Yeah, I thought of it.
We had mutants, we needed some labor force, so we got out the rope and whips and got it done.
GM (GM): ((Just lights!))
Martin Baron: (( Yellow? Or blue? ))
GM (GM): Both!
Martin Baron: (( Shit ))
Everett Pillory: Where did the mutants come from though? Captured off the desert. When I was at the wasteland I've encountered a lot of them?
Gold: Wasteland. Listen, I'll go to building A if it means cutting this chat short.
Actually, I've got some questions.
Everett Pillory: Fire away
Martin Baron: "Guys... He's doing something at building D... A light show, yellow and blue... Do you think I-Man can mutate if he was hit by that thing?"
Gold: How bad is the colony doing? Do you think there is any hope of it recovering?
Everett Pillory rubs his chin "Possibly, the people that are hit were mostly Typhoid Maries. In all honesty I've seen worse... I've fled from some really bad places."
Gold: I have in my authority to destroy this colony if it seems like it's necessary. This is the best colony in the wastes so I'm not going to hit the button unless all seems lost.
Everett Pillory: Look... We are on a good way to set things straight. That's why I was asking things.
Everett Pillory grabs a walkie talkie "Status, Martin?"
Everett Pillory: This isn't New Persia... that was a clusterfuck
Martin Baron: "Still at the bottom floor, watching I-Man. A lot of yellow and blue lights coming from building D."
(( One more perception? ))
Clayton R. makes for sure that he is not in view of a window.
GM (GM): ((Nope, that is the best you can percieve without using xrays.
Everett Pillory: Better hide Clay, Martin. They're gonna come down
Martin Baron: "Can't see anything other than just the lights. We're gonna have to go there ourselves to find out what's what."
GM (GM): Gold and his guards follow the deal and proceed to building A
Martin Baron: (( We Dead Rising now ))
Everett Pillory shakes his head... and checks the room they were occupying for anything good
Everett Pillory: A... boat...
Clayton R. tells Martin to make sure Everett warns them about his suit this time.
Everett Pillory: A FUCKING BOAT
GM (GM): It looks like a workshop with a viking longboat and lots of tools.
Everett Pillory: (( I told Martin to shove Clay into a room ))
(( Time for me to search... uhhh what's the roll to search? ))
Clayton R.: hope Martin doesn't try to touch me
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(44)+20= 64
GM (GM): perception
Everett Pillory: ( Good enough I guess )
Martin Baron puts the binoculars away and turns to Clayton "He says they're coming down, either put the mask off or go hide in a closet or something."
Everett Pillory: ( Derp that's gonna be +40 then )
GM (GM): You find six wooden shields 3 swords and alot of wood working tools
Everett Pillory: (( Gonna take the tools ))
Martin Baron: (( Scavenge roll mang ))
(( Become one with the trash ))
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(95)+20= 115
(( GARBAGE IS MY HOME. I THRIVE IN IT))
Clayton R. looks for a windowless room
GM (GM): You find 100hp worth of salvage here.
Everett Pillory: (( 100 hp? As in for fixing armour? ))
GM (GM): Or starting a vehicle, whatever.
Martin Baron: (( Construct trash armor for a party member ))
GM (GM): In the wastes people learn to be resourceful.
Or reinforce it.
DJ-Max: (I gotta get going, somethings come up.)
Everett Pillory: (( Okay... gonna grab it then ))
Everett Pillory grabs the stuff and heads down
GM (GM): Later DJ!
Martin Baron: (( Sorry to hear that man, you have a good week DJ ))
GM (GM): We should probably stop here.
Things are about to get hectic.
Martin Baron: (( There's barely a cliff hanger, how can we get hype? ))
(( But ok ))
GM (GM): Okay, let's go for another half hour.
Everett Pillory: (( Yeah let's go for another half an hour ))
GM (GM): DJ, you got at least 40xp out of this.
Martin Baron: (( If ya'll are fine with that then ))
GM (GM): I'd like to point out that the guards had giant weapons.
Okay.
Proceed to building D?
Martin Baron: Zweihanders?
Everett Pillory: (( Giant weapons... hmmm... anything in that room that resembled that? ))
Martin Baron: (( But yeah, I say it's go time ))
GM (GM): Yes, yes there is.
It looks like a giant on sided blade made of bolts and plumbing parts.
*giant sword.
Everett Pillory: Let's go to D
Martin Baron: (( Bonus XP to whoever can kill the thing with a sword ))
GM (GM): You estimate the sword is about 500lbs.
Martin Baron: (( And permanent title "Wasteland Barbarian" ))
DJ-Max: (Tell me about it next time guys. See ya.)
Martin Baron: (( Later DJ, best of luck! ))
GM (GM): Okay! GM Speed!
Off to D!
You enter buildnig D, the walls are ripped and scratched and the lights flicker between absolute darkness.
GM (GM): There is an elevator and a mutant sitting idle at the desk.
Martin Baron: (( I'm shooting the thing ))
Clayton R. looks around nervously. "This looks bad for a security center"
Everett Pillory: (( How about we stun it? ))
Martin Baron: (( No hesitation, I'm giving this receptionist a paralyzing kiss. From my blaster ))
GM (GM): The mutant clearly sees you and flails, but can't seem to get out of its chair.
Martin Baron: (( Yeah ))
(( Or let it be, it's too fat to move. ))
Mutant: Blarrrrgh
Martin Baron draws the blaster and aims at the mutant. He prepares to fire but stops once he notices it's inability to leave the desk.
Everett Pillory: ...
...Sergant donuts
Everett Pillory hides his head in shames
Everett Pillory: This is just...
Martin Baron: (( Newest best character, up there with Juan and Hershel. ))
Clayton R. shakes his head, looking around for... really anything.
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(47)+30= 77
Martin Baron: (( I'll contribute. ))
Mutant: Hurragle.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(63)+15= 78
(( I see one spec of dust more than you do, apparently. ))
GM (GM): The mutant appears to be held down to the chair with a heavy strap. Besides that the desk is covered in paperwork and reports. Apparently this is the reception area.
Everett Pillory: ARE YOU
KIDDING
ME
They had the mutant trained for paperwork
This is breaucracy at it's finest
Martin Baron: "... No way."
Clayton R. refuses to believe this isn't some makeshift trap for the monster
Martin Baron: "Should we... stun it? Or..."
The: mutant, now used to your presence, is busy making bubbles with it's spit.
GM (GM): There is an elevator also on this floor.
Martin Baron: "Auntie M it?"
Everett Pillory: ...just... Martin
I think he's happy with his work
Martin Baron: "If you say so..." Martin says, lowering the blaster.
(( Up to the top or just the next floor? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Yeah let's go ))
You know that that Gold guy is in charge of the colony?
He can blow it up if we give him a go...
Clayton R. nods and follows along behind the others
Martin Baron: "What?! Why would we?"
(( Up to the top, let's fight Super-Mutants. ))
GM (GM): Up a floor!
Everett Pillory: That's why I lied to him
GM (GM): There you find an elaborate lab setup with Captiain Incredible in some sort of chair.
Energy is pulsing from him
Everett Pillory: ...Captain?
Clayton R. is caught off-guard. "What the hell is all this?"
Captain: All of you must get out of here!
My treatment center!
Martin Baron: "What happened? Why are you glowing?"
Everett Pillory: ...Oh Dear Lord...
Martin...
Captain: Aaaaargh!
Martin Baron: "No, no... He's fine. Come on, you're not-"
Everett Pillory: ...MR HYDE!
Captain: Give me that antidote!
Everett Pillory looks at Martin
Martin Baron: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZkOn0-yt9E ))
(( Yeah, I'm gonna risk it. Rushing for an injection ))
Everett Pillory crosses his fingers
Martin Baron: (( Pray it's not a ruse. ))
Clayton R.: (( Oh fuck he was the monster! ))
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(48)+45= 93
GM (GM): That's a stab.
Clayton R. is is beginning to backtrack out of the room
Martin Baron pulls out the Auntie M syringe and injects some of the fluid into I-Man. He prays he doesn't explode into fire.
GM (GM): 74 Reform.
Martin Baron: (( Oh god, into what? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Oh Christ what ))
(( In b4 random anthro ))
Skin stretches and his eye enlarges, his arms atrophy until he becomes.
Martin Baron: (( Oh fuck no ))
GM (GM): Wow that looks terrible.
Martin Baron: (( tabbed out ))
Clayton R. runs out of the room. "GEt out of there!"
Martin Baron: (( OH FUCK ME ))
(( ROLL TO FUCKING STUN HOLY FUCK ))
(( I'M SHOOTING THE THING ))
Everett Pillory: (( GM I swear if that was a legit roll... ))
GM (GM): ROLL!
Everett Pillory: (( You're one lucky bastard ))
Martin Baron: (( INITIATIVE OR SHOOTING? ))
GM (GM): ROLL FOR ALL THAT IS OOD!
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+55
(54)+55= 109
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+60
(36)+60= 96
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+50
(48)+50= 98
GM (GM): Clayton apparently ran through the window.
Martin Baron trembles at the sight of the monstrosity. He starts to scream in pure horror.
Clayton R.: (( I thought that was the door. ))
GM (GM): There, elevator.
rolling 1d100+10
(83)+10= 93
Clayton R.: (( alright ))
GM (GM): We'll roll for Walker when he's in.
Martin!
Martin Baron: (( I'm going for a stunning. What's the hit die? 20? ))
GM (GM): At point blank, yes it is!
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+10
(24)+10= 34
GM (GM): He may parry.
Martin Baron: (( Thank goodness then. ))
GM (GM): He will parry.
Martin Baron: (( For shooting? ))
GM (GM): When it's point blank you can parry the gun.
Martin Baron: (( Ah. ))
GM (GM): This is a useful mechanic when you guys have a gun at your head.
Martin Baron: (( I can always jab it with more Auntie M. Though, there's a 50% chance it gets x10 worse. ))
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(38)+15= 53
Hey, it worked!
Everett Pillory: (( Try it Martin ))
GM (GM): With his wee chicken arms he pats the gun as you fire!
Martin Baron: (( Good god. ))
GM (GM): Next action?
Martin Baron can barely think. This Auntie M is near worthless. Against his better judgement, he attempts to inject more into the monster.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(66)+45= 111
GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(55)= 55
Martin Baron: (( Explode into fire I bet. ))
GM (GM): 55 reformation.
Everett Pillory: (( Oh God... how ))
Martin Baron: (( Weasel man will be happy though, we got a lot of test results. and what? ))
(( What'd he reform into? ))
(( NO ))
GM (GM): He mutates into a colossus!
Everett Pillory: (( JUST FUCK MY SHIT UP, AUNTIE M ))
MARTIN FLEE
GM (GM): His head shoots through the ceiling!
Everett Pillory: FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY
FLEE
Martin Baron: "#$(% ! THIS ! @#$()% ! #$(^%#@$&#)(%&_(@&$)(&#%(&A@#)_(^$)(%&+_)#&%()_&$#%_()@&#$)(_*^&%)&# @ !"
GM (GM): His dozen plus eyes are glowing blue!
Everett Pillory starts grabbing the HE charges on himself
Martin Baron: (( I'm throwing this junk onto the ground and smashing it when I'm out! ))
Everett Pillory: "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
GM (GM): Last action?
Martin Baron: (( I don't know, I can risk the stun or dodge for my safety. ))
(( Screw it, I'm rolling for my decision. 1 for stun, 2 for dodge. ))
rolling 1d2
(1)= 1
(( Let's do this shit ))
rolling 1d100+10
(11)+10= 21
Everett Pillory: (( OH GOD PLEASE MARTIN ))
Martin Baron: (( Wonderful. ))
Everett Pillory: MARTIN GET OUT OF THERE
I CAN'T BLOW IT UP WITH YOU THERE
GM (GM): welp
Martin Baron: (( Don't tell me, he's gonna try to parry that shit. ))
GM (GM): Well, I have too.
Too much build up.
rolling 1d100+20
(28)+20= 48
Martin Baron: (( I've made my decision, and in all honesty: I fucked up the moment I considered this option. ))
GM (GM): With a fat limb it flails enough to knock your gun.
Everett!
Everett Pillory: (( How many actions would it take to grab Martin and pull him out of there? ))
Martin Baron: (( Ahah, but wait! Parrying costs an action! And I'm betting he's not fast enough for 3! ))
GM (GM): Three.
(( You don't know! He could have super speed!
Martin Baron: (( Then at least he only has one action left! ))
GM (GM): True
Everett Pillory takes a deep breath and races towards Martin... then he grabs the hare and runs with him to shove him to the ground and cover him with his own body "FOR F&U*$ SAKE MARTIN... NO TIME FOR HEROICS. YOU'RE WOUNDED."
Everett Pillory: (( Gonna waste all my actions on that ))
GM (GM): Clayton!
Martin Baron: (( You're too damn kind for my stupid ass ))
(( Even better, he has to move to get to us. And he'll be out of moves. ))
(( ... Or he'll shoot lasers at us. ))
Clayton R.: (( Clayton is super nervous, so I'm just going to run up to the beast, punch it and run back to get in the elevator
GM (GM): Good choice!
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(96)+35= 131
Martin Baron: (( God bless you Clayton ))
GM (GM): Hit
Everett Pillory: (( One punch man! ))
Clayton R.: 750 damage right?
Everett Pillory: (( You're with a zero field, right? ))
Martin Baron: (( AH! I cracked the code! His agility bonus is +20! He's not fast enough to get 3 actions! ))
GM (GM): Oh right.
Clayton R.: (( yep, never turned the field off. ))
GM (GM): For the love of...
Martin Baron: (( He wasted his turns trying to parry me! Unless he has a hidden trait that gives him another action, he's a sitting duck ))
Everett Pillory: (( ONE PUNCH MAN ))
GM (GM): The field can be used defensively to destroy incoming projectiles or attackers. Damage: 250+3d100(400), but vaporizes any organic matter on contact. Range: Physical contact.
Clayton R.: (( isn't he still fucked if he touches me in any way at all? ))
GM (GM): So pity me and roll damage
Clayton R.: what die am I rolling for that?
Oh right
GM (GM): 3d100+250
Martin Baron: (( Allowing us to use Topsider suits and its disintegration fields was a mistake, wasn't it? ))
Everett Pillory: ( 3d100 )
Clayton R.: rolling 3d100+250
(5+96+77)+250= 428
that 5
GM (GM): No more broken than blasters.
Clayton R.: Endtown energy tech is just super overpowered
Martin Baron: (( Should give us the models that only allow one shot. The junk that Al gets in the beginning. ))
Everett Pillory: ...
Everett Pillory looks back at Clay
Martin Baron: (( But good jerb. ))
Everett Pillory sits down... "This... this isn't how it supposed to happen..."
Clayton R. stares at the pile of dust before him. He stares emptily at it.
Everett Pillory: Clay... it's over turn off the field...
Clayton puts his hand on the creature and it systematically dissolves around him, showering him in dust.
Martin Baron trembles at Clayton's brutal attack. He pulls out the Auntie M from his pocket and grits his teeth in anger. Martin throws the syringe to the floor and stomps on it.
GM (GM): It gets in your blood!
rolling 1d100
(78)= 78
Martin Baron: (( SHIT WAIT FAM ))
Everett Pillory: (( WHAT NO ))
Martin Baron: (( FUCK ))
GM (GM): You are in a coma.
Martin Baron: (( GOOD FOR ME ))
GM (GM): Joking!
Everett Pillory: (( JUST.... ))
Clayton R. keeps the field on for a bit longer. "I... I'm so fucking glad that worked!" He fails to notice Martin
GM (GM): High five time!
Martin Baron stops himself from stomping the Auntie M. He moves his foot and instead draws his wooden club, proceeding to safely smash the syringe out of anger.
Clayton R. is very high energy right now, adrenaline must not hasn't worn off yet
Everett Pillory: Guys...
I-Man was... their guardian
I...
I... don't think they can survive
Martin Baron: (( Was he half innocent? Occasionally changing to the I-thing then going about destroying the mutants? ))
Everett Pillory: (( We will never find out!! ))
Clayton R. nods a bit... "Well, he was the one causing so much damage too... What else could we do?"
Everett Pillory looks around "I... have no idea... Give me a second..."
Everett Pillory wants to search the thing
Martin Baron: (( GM. I want to perception. A computer or book nearby. A journal or something. ))
Everett Pillory: (( Can I figure out this contraption? ))
GM (GM): Sure!
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(28)+15= 43
Everett Pillory: (( What to roll? Fringe? ))
GM (GM): Yes
This is a very fringe thing!
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(21)+20= 41
(( Nope ))
GM (GM): Its alot of circuits and they all lead into a chair.
Martin Baron searches about the room, the impact of what just happened not truly hitting him yet.
Clayton R.: (( I wonder if things would have been different if he administered Auntie M himself. ))
Everett Pillory headshakes "Dunno what it is... but let's see if I can work out the electronics"
Martin Baron: (( It's a link to the matrix. ))
Everett Pillory: (( I can at least try to understand the electronics behind it ))
rolling 1d100+20
(20)+20= 40
(( NOPE ))
Martin Baron: (( Scavenge roll? Look for anything that can tell us something? ))
GM (GM): Martin, you look the place over and find lots of papers and charts. It looks like there is a lab downstairs where things are made and here is where they are adminstered through the chair.
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(78)+20= 98
(( SCORE ))
GM (GM): This place is freakin' wonderland.
Martin Baron: (( I want to descend downstairs into the lab. ))
GM (GM): You are confident you could build whatever you wanted from the sciencey crap in here.
Everett Pillory: ... Martin.
GM (GM): Robots, jetpacks, twin bicycles.
Everett Pillory looks around. "Would you people miss me if I stayed here?"
Everett Pillory: They will need someone to help them out
Martin Baron: "I need to find this... He's... probably infected by the thing. He must've been."
GM (GM): The papers seem to indicate that Captain I was mutating and was trying to reverse it. Only by his powers was it so drawn out. He had episodes of mutation.
Everett Pillory: (( GM, you're tempting me to retire Everett here )))
GM (GM): ((Didn't realize that's all it took!))
LAB!
Everett Pillory: (( Haha, his own laboratory! His own people to protect... ))
Martin Baron looks through the papers, his anger deteriorating into sadness as he reads the various notes. He searches for anymore information.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(14)+15= 29
(( And promptly find fuck all. ))
GM (GM): Yep, noop
Martin Baron: (( Going for one last ditch effort. ))
Everett Pillory tries to find things
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(68)+15= 83
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(63)+20= 83
Martin Baron: (( Thanks die. ))
Everett Pillory: ( Haha scores )
Clayton R. /me finally deactivated his field, coming down from his adrenaline high. He watches Everett for a short time. "Are you sure you're fit to deal with all this tech, or the responsibility of all this?..."
GM (GM): You found a lab
Martin Baron: (( Am I not searching through it? ))
GM (GM): It looks like they were breaking down mutants to find traces of the virus.
Martin Baron: (( If this were CoC I'd lose a good chunk of sanity here. ))
GM (GM): Although there isn't much here that doesn't require a PhD to look at, you have found more of the antidote and plenty of lab equipment.
Martin Baron: (( Auntie M? ))
Everett Pillory: Clay... you want to get rid of me, right? Might as well be the time.
GM (GM): Or something similar
Everett Pillory: I'll have my lab, I won't have to deal with Mallard or Flask ever again...
And you can come visit anytime
GM (GM): Let's bookmark right here.
Everett Pillory: And get sweet gadgets...
GM (GM): Full stop, I have to get going.
Martin Baron: XP and MP loss real fast?
GM (GM): And you could build a robot duplicate.
Yep.
Clayton, you killed a superman parody!
rolling 3d10
(2+8+7)= 17
Martin Baron: I-Man probably gave the junk to weasel to give to us.
GM (GM): 17 stress
Clayton R.: (( And once again Everett is proven wrong by the sue of Topsider tech. ))
GM (GM): Or he really wanted some of that antidote hoping it would work.
Clayton R.: (( And alright ))
GM (GM): Martin, you were almost bifricated
rolling 2d10
(2+2)= 4
4 stress.
XP!
4 people rescued!
You missed some though...
GM (GM): +80 xp.
Everett Pillory: My vote for MVP is between One Punch Clay and Antidote Martin
GM (GM): Yes.
Everett Pillory: ( 3 XP to get to 5! )
Martin Baron: Well Clay saved the day. I just about ruined it.
GM (GM): taking out mutants
+15 to DJ, Walker, and Martin for that first batch. +5 to everyone for Captain I
+5 for deciding not to kill paper monster. I thought that was funny.
Everett Pillory: DING DING DING DING
LEVEL 5!
Cas Hutson: Ayy, congrats Everett!
Martin Baron: And poor Cas still hasn't joined our game yet.
Everett Pillory: But... I think Everett might retire soon
GM (GM): Everett should get +10 for saving clayton from the dog but clayton really didn't need saving, still, that dog might have tried to punch him after the sword.
Everett Pillory: As much as he's a fun character... I think he is feeling responsible
Cas Hutson: Don't worry! I likely will for next session!
GM (GM): Perfect jumping on point!
Can be a jumping point for Cas and maybe Suule's new character.
GM (GM): Responsibility, the death sentence of an RPG character.
Clayton R.: Or mureders
GM (GM): Depends on how you spin it!
Everett Pillory: I mean I think this is a good point for Everett to redeem himself
Clayton R.: This feels a bit like lair of the shadowbroker if Everett takes the not-superman's role
Everett Pillory: Plus at this point he would make an excellent NPC
THERE MUST ALWAYS BE AN I-MAN
GM (GM): He could use a cape!
So to talk about gameplay for a sec.
I'm thinking I've got the damage values for monsters alittle high.
What do you guys think?
Everett Pillory: Yeah... muties mutilate a high level party
Martin Baron: It's high, but so are we given our equipment.
GM (GM): Maybe bring them down by 30-50%.
Martin Baron: We have a dust-suit and a stun / laser gun that can wipe the floor with these guys.
GM (GM): That's true. But its easy to get almost dead in a single blow.
Clayton R.: Yep.
Martin Baron: Hm
GM (GM): Make him a strong guy!
wrong chat.
Anyway. That's stuff to consider.