Endtown RPG Session #34

GM (GM): Hey guys.
Everett Pillory: Hey
DJ-Max: Yo. Clayton said he'd be late today.
GM (GM): Okay.
Oh yeah, Aaron got word of the whole DM screen thing.
Were asking the publisher about that.
Everett Pillory: Awesome
As I said dimensions are 3-4 A4 pages wide cardboard stock laminated
2 indentations
Ernest Gillett: Good afternoon y'all
GM (GM): Afternoon!
Martin Baron: Hey GM
GM (GM): Hey!
DJ-Max: heyo
GM (GM): Hello!
Martin Baron: Oh hey, not sure if I'm too late to pitch another idea to you, but ever thought about putting in a random event table for other GMs? Like for traveling the wastes or something around those lines. Also a list of various, nonrelated events that the GM can choose for players to go through if they can't come up with an event themselves?
Quests, not events, sorry.
Clayton R.: (( Hey everyone. Shits crazy right now at the hospital. We got moved into the halls over a tornado warning. ))
Martin Baron: Woah, shit man hope it passes over with no damage
GM (GM): Yeah but I kinda put that aside to focus on working on the mechanics.
Clayton R.: (( but I have some free time now, so there is that. ))
Martin Baron: That's good to hear then.
GM (GM): Well don't let us stop you from seeking safety!
Clayton R.: The hospital is safe.
Martin Baron: And yeah, it's not a priority right now, but definitely something to be considered for the completed product.
GM (GM): I'll work on that, now-ish.
Let's see:
1. raiders.
2. Topsiders
3. Monsters
4. nice mutants
GM (GM): 5. Sand storms
Those are the ideas off the top of my head.
Maybe more things like traders or I don't know, Marx or something.
Martin Baron: Marx is a 1
Everett Pillory: > Marx
Please no
Martin Baron: Invaded by I is a 100
Saw a lot of new drawfriends in the /co/ thread. Glad the threads are getting more attention.
Ernest Gillett: Martin please, there's already stuff going on. We don't need I or even Marx to come right in later on.
GM (GM): You wanted a random encounter table then you get the bitch queen of random!
You opened this box, not me!
Oh hey! Ernest!
Everett Pillory: I just hope we won't get into General-thread territory
GM (GM): Do you want to play today or just sit back?
We fight that every other day, Suule. Ever vigilant.
Martin Baron: Your character could be in the hospital or something like that.
And yeah, hope we don't.
Are Poppy threads still griping about how we get all of the drawfriends?
Everett Pillory: Yes
Clayton: What, really/
?
Everett Pillory: Yeah
Ernest Gillett: Hm, oh! You wouldn't mind if I sit back for today, GM?
DJ-Max: (Yeah a bit. Then again its not that odd.)
Martin Baron: And we got, what, 3 more new drawfriends?
Everett Pillory: They are really salty about that. To be honest I don't really like Poppy-style all that much and it's a chore to work with.
Martin Baron: Agreed.
GM (GM): ((Ernest right now: https://youtu.be/EnULSmNbCuo?t=4m56s ))
DJ-Max: That's not the reason we keep getting drawfriends. Its because Poppy doesn't have a universe that allows OCs.
Everett Pillory: Well DJ
It's more so... Poppy people HATE OCs
DJ-Max: In the sense that people are less inclined to inovate.
Everett Pillory: Poppy universe is Furries with [STAND]s
You can come up with a decent furry with a stand.
DJ-Max: In endtown you have the astronaught, etc, etc.
Everett Pillory: But you know... people will scream "MARY SUE"
DJ-Max: Endtown lets you make your own stories.
Everett Pillory: In Endtown I can grab Average Joe and turn him into an OC
M. Walker: Mmhm
Clayton: It is a vast wasteland... a lot of opportunities for story.
Martin Baron: They don't even explore the 「S T A N D」 fighting all that much, it's just normal, slice of life stuff.
Majority of it anyway
GM (GM): It's weird with poppy. Like every character is supposed to have some magitech stuff but it seems like everyone of them has a unique power.
DJ-Max: Stand fighting isn't what the story is about though
GM (GM): And that's outside of the lucky star stuff.
GM (GM): Also that body guard possom reminds me too much of that Bernard from Grimm.
Martin Baron: Plus I thought that Morbi shifting the story back because he realized it would work better in the past was a bad move
M. Walker:
GM (GM): Power of hindsight there. All told that probably should have gone between the chapters, I agree.
M. Walker: Never got into Poppy for whatever reason*
GM (GM): But that's not why we are here, is it?
DJ-Max: I actually really like Poppy. But I realize why it doesn't get as much.
M. Walker: Nope
GM (GM): Too much color!
It is time
Everett Pillory: I got into it early on
Right now it's just... eh
M. Walker: Anyhoo
Everett Pillory: Anyway
Lemme grab my sheet
Martin Baron: I think I jumped into it around the rats-disguised-as-Kit part
GM (GM): ((Wow, first time that has worked. You guys are a good group!))
Martin Baron: (( Anyway, I'm ready ))
GM (GM): Okay! Official Doc:
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBeDcxSko5SlAta2c
Changes:
Mostly formating. Tables are now a grey box for easy reading.
Also 'scrap reinforcement' added to supplemental armor section.
Everett Pillory: Ah right
Good that you've switched to double column
Will have to help you out later with that
GM (GM): I should note: Chrome is terrible for column formating. It might be easier to read if you download it to a word processing program. Like literally anything but google docs.
Besides that monday we had tweeks to contortion to be a 1d100+agi roll.
With that said,
We Begin!
Clayton glances around the landscape absentmindedly in his downtime. The team has been down for much longer than they should have... don't they know only to drop off the gear? Clayton stands up and strectches his arms. It's time to head down and check on them. "Hershel, I'm headed down to see what's taking them so long. Stay put here."
GM (GM): Hershel acknowledges!
Clayton! You are greeted with your allies standing over a curfluffle with three monsters!
Everett Pillory checks on DJ's wounds after the round of bandaging... he thinks he's safe for now but a hospital trip is seriously needed.
Martin Baron calls one of the police over, explaining in detail the fight that occurred before they arrived.
DJ-Max nods to Everett. "I'm alright. No worries...."
M. Walker wipes her brow, the knot of anxiety fading
Clayton walks upon the scene, he clasps his hands to head. "What the hell happened!?"
Everett Pillory: SHIT HAPPENED!
GM (GM): ((Pretty accurate.))
Clayton: "I told you to turn in some gear! What did you do?"
Everett Pillory: Nothing. We got attacked
Martin Baron turns to Clayton, stopping his conversation short "We got attacked by these guys as soon as came down here. There was two of them, and then... I... I don't know how to explain what happened."
Clayton: (( Are the police still here? ))
GM (GM): ((Yep, two in full riot gear.))
The two cops have been busing themselves with handling your latest captures.
M. Walker looks up at Clayton, nodding to Martin's story. "We were jumped by, those..."
M. Walker: ((Also Hi Cas))
Martin Baron: (( Cas Hutson. Sounds like a robot NASA would send to the Moon. ))
DJ-Max rolls his arm. "gonna be feelin' this tomorrow."
Clayton takes a deep sigh and he looks to the police, walking up to them. "I sent this group down here to turn in some gear, can you explain what's going on here?"
Cas Hutson: ((Eyy, this is Ernest over here, and huh.. It kinda does.))
Everett Pillory earperks at Clay saying "I sent" like he's in charge here, it makes the red randa hiss in anger under his nose.
DJ-Max takes notice of that and gives him a small nudge. Not the time to think about it, and more so, not the time to care about it.
DJ-Max: >Everett, specifically.
Clayton looks over the group in the meantime, they already look worse for wear... a perfect start to their mission. He steps between the group. "Well... Is everyone alright at least?.. nobody maimed for life?"
Martin Baron: "Yes, we're fine... DJ needs some bandages though."
M. Walker chuckles dryly with his remark
Everett Pillory gets up and starts to walk off towards where the police said the people are... "I'm fine."
Clayton is glad to see some spirit still left in the group, he looks to martin. "Is the hospital still open?"
The cops address your group, "Thanks for your help. We'll get this lot to the jail but I think you all should report to Building A if you guys want to help out here.
DJ-Max: "I hope so... but, I don't think I'd do well staying still to long. Heh."
Martin Baron: "Maybe. It's holding everybody else here... Well, everybody else that aren't chewed to a pulp."
Clayton nods after DJ and the cops. "Right... well let's get you inside then. Then we can get our stuff turned in." He moves to help lift DJ seeing as he is uninjured.
Martin Baron: (( Reminder: Let's check out the market place and "borrow" some walkie talkies. ))
(( After visiting the hospital. ))
Clayton: (( almost forgot ))
Martin Baron: (( We wont feel bad about it because it's for the greater good. ))
DJ-Max accepts Clayton's help. He does state however he can walk. Although Clayton could probably carry him rather easily.
Cas Hutson: ((Hey, how come Clayton's old token is at the top?))
Clayton: Huh...
(( That's weird ))
Martin Baron: (( That's Punished Clayton. ))
GM (GM): Sorry, that was on the wrong layer
Clayton: (( I'm punished Clayton! What are you planning GM? ))
Martin Baron: (( We're with Ismael. ))
GM (GM): Proceed to building A? There is also the option to eplore abit.
Martin Baron: (( No, you're Ismael, Venomous Clayton is up top. ))
Everett Pillory: Yep
GM (GM): Whatever you do, it seems the cops are to busy to really help/hinder you.
Clayton: (( I'll get a look around for something interesting. ))
Everett Pillory: I want to go to building A
Martin Baron: (( I'm going to the hospital too. Drop off the Auntie M and other junk. ))
Clayton: rolling 1d100+35
(35)+35= 70
(( I just want o see if I missed something before I head in. ))
GM (GM): Clayton!
You are finding alot of bullet shells in the streets here.
It looks like this area is too well tread to have anything useful.
There is some glass bottles if you need a weapon.
Better luck in the back allies, you think!
Martin Baron: (( Mind if I do a hearing perception check? Just to make sure we're alone in the streets. ))
Clayton grimaces, this area must be under siege or something to justify this much ammo being used... He shakes is head, and heads inside building A with DJ
GM (GM): ((Please wait while I set up the next map.))
Clayton: (( Alright ))
you are in building A! For the most part this is government and medical stuff.
Martin Baron: (( Check the Sock Market room for any valuables. ))
Everett Pillory is already there with the paper folded out trying to find out the person that issued it
Clayton looks for a doctor
Martin Baron taps Everett on the shoulder. "Found out where the guy is?"
GM (GM): There is a in the middle of the floor, he appears to be talking to his bird nurse
Everett Pillory: Nah not yet...
GM (GM): Mar Eve! You are looking for that ferret, "Jonesie" Last you saw him he was on the top floor of B
Clayton moves to meet the doctor. "Hey Doc. I got a someone who might need some stichin..." He points to DJ.
GM (GM): The sock room is in the basement.
Martin Baron thanks the doctor for the directions and proceeds to the top of B floor, calling Everett to tag along.
DJ-Max waves to the doc.
GM (GM): The doctor agrees. He says that he can help but he'll need to operate for about an hour.
Everett Pillory marches along with Martin. He wishes to finish off this delivery ASAP.
Clayton shrugs, Take as much time as you need. You're the professional."
GM (GM): Proceed to skybrige B
DJ-Max: "...O-operate..."
The doctor begins his work. With the right supplies and the nurse, DJ is healed +85.
Martin Baron waves goodbye to the group, hoping Max will heal up quickly.
Clayton glances down at DJ. "Is uh... that a problem?"
Martin Baron: (( Good thing we delivered that medical supplies here. ))
DJ-Max: "N-no just... Er nothing!"
Clayton: (( Well that's too bad, they already operated while you weren't looking ))
DJ is heavily bandaged. With more time the doc can heal up to 175hp.
Clayton: How much more time?
DJ-Max is at full health.
GM (GM): The doctor says another hour or two.
Clayton leaves the decision with DJ
Martin Baron: (( Go for the overcharge ))
GM (GM): Which doesn't really matter, huh?
DJ is consumed by a firey blue glow as the doc uses his heal gun on him!
GM (GM): But really he says to try not to pop a stitch.
DJ-Max will wait to feel truly better.
DJ-Max: "As long as I don't move to much I'll be fine right?"
Doc: as long as you don't get eaten you'll be fine at this point.
The doc blinks.
Clayton R.: "Rest if you need to. I'm go and check on the rest of the group here. Take it easy for now... Eh, just take it easy with the capoeira." he says, heading into the lobby.
Doc: wait, I remember your group here...
DJ-Max 's ears perk up when the doctor says that "...Only good memories I hope."
Doc: Listen, I know you guys are 'gophers' or whatever. Truth is things are flipping pancakes here. If you could please head out into the other buildings and streets and get whoever you can to come to building A, alright?
Martin Baron: (( We XCOM civilian rescue forces now ))
Clayton recoils. "What, do you know how big these buildings are? That would take forever."
GM (GM): ((Forgot to note that there are alot of people in building A. Some are injured and some are not.\
Doc: I'm willing to pay. Please, these people are civilians. They are not armed like your company here.
Martin Baron: (( This really is XCOM. Clayton's the commander, we're the operatives. ))
GM (GM): The doc is clearly trying to appeal to that heroism tick you guys may or may not have.
Mull it over. Martini and Everendo!
You're going to building B?
Martin Baron: (( Yep ))
DJ-Max would be a hero. He's always a hero.
Everett Pillory: (( Yes))
Clayton R. sighs,"Look... Doc. Money isn't really the issue here. Our asses are already on the line for another mission, and I just don't know if we have the time to spare... i really don't know." he looks to his compatriots with him in the lobby for some guidance. "What do you guys think?"
We follow you to building B!
Everett Pillory: (( And now Clay notices Martin and Everett are gone and goes "Guys? GUYS??!!"
Martin Baron: (( We then run into Burning Man ))
Clayton R.: (9 Pretty much. ))
The Doc nods apathetically and proceeds back to his work. He has better things to do than argue you down.
GM (GM): M.E.! Building B looks pretty empty from this floor. There are two doors... and an elevator.
Martin Baron: "The doc said the top... Does this elevator even work?"
Everett Pillory bites his lower lip "Can we just take the stairs instead?"
GM (GM): Martin! Your superior hearing has picked up: Scratching and growling.
Check elevator?
Martin Baron eye's widen. He holds his finger up to Everett to try and shush him. He tries to listen closely to determine where the sound is coming from.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+35
(10)+35= 45
(( Sheit ))
GM (GM): ((Sorry if I'm running off with the narrative. If you guys want to do something speak up.))
Clayton R.: (( This is fine by me, Clays just gonna be weewy mad. ))
Everett Pillory: (( I'll try to look around ))
GM (GM): You listen as best you can but can't locate it. You can here someone in the room next to you.
Everett Pillory thinks looking through the keyhole might work if there's one
Martin Baron whispers "I think I hear one of those things... Keep your guard up.". He draws his 10mm Colt and readies for a fight.
GM (GM): Proceed to next room?
Everett Pillory pulls out his shotgun and whispers to Martin "Are we in a buddy cop movie or something?"
Martin Baron: "It'll be a snuff film if we don't be careful."
(( Proceed to room. Can I roll for sneak? Like peeking in? ))
GM (GM): Yes.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(75)= 75
Clayton R.: (( Yea, and you get fired shorty after for being loose cannon ))
GM (GM): That is true.
You see...
Martin Baron tries his best to silently open the door, peeking his head in to try and assess the situation.
Martin Baron: (( AN OTTER! KILL IT ))
GM (GM): A beaver huddled in the corner
Clayton: (( Beaver Gray! ))
GM (GM): ((I've got to check up on that guy. Feel bad about that.
Martin Baron: (( What happened to him? ))
Everett Pillory gives Martin a "Is it safe" handsignal?
Martin Baron holds his hand flat in the air and shakes it from side to side, trying to indicate that he doesn't know.
Martin Baron: (( I can go in and you wait outside, if it's bad you come in?))
(( Ambush attack ))
GM (GM): ((Oh he kept getting busy on weekends and just fell out of contact.
Martin Baron: (( And if it's safe, then we go in ))
(( Aw man, that sucks. He was a good player. ))
Martin Baron whispers to Everett "I'm going in, stay back and I'll call you if it's clear."
Everett Pillory: (( Shame... ))
Everett Pillory graps the shotgun tighter watching the corridors left and right and nods to Martin
GM (GM): Engage?
Martin Baron walks into the room and calls out to the beaver "Hey! You OK?"
Beaver: Yeah, I'm fine. This place is full of monsters!
I don't know where they are coming from!
Martin Baron: "Neither do the cops, I thought they were escapees or something." Martin says, holstering his pistol. "Hey Ev, it's fine."
Martin Baron: "Neither do the cops, I thought they were escapees or something." Martin says, holstering his pistol. "Hey Ev, it's fine."
Everett Pillory walks in keeping the shotgun near him still "Yeah we managed to take care of few at the entrance of the colony."
Beaver: We have to get out of this colony. They have a plan to urk
Martin Baron: "Hey, everybody's grouped up at the hospital, we can bring you there. Better than hiding in this-" Martin says, stopping mid sentence.
Just then a black tentacle, as thick as a line of coax comes from the ceiling and slips around his neck, pulling him into the air!
Martin Baron: (( Fug ))
(( Roll perception? ))
DJ-Max: (SMOKER)
Martin Baron: (( Or just blast the tentacle? ))
Clayton: (( Is this secretly dead space? ))
GM (GM): ((Wire Tentacles: Damage none. Effect: Strikes automatically ensnare targets. Break roll: 5 or higher per tentacle. Strength equivalent of 1. Range: Anywhere from 3 feet to 100 feet. Typically, mutants can have any number of tentacles and use them to spring traps on prey))
Everett Pillory: CUT THE TENTACLE OFF
GM (GM): ((Grab a teddy!))
Clayton: (( I remember this exact thing happening in dead space ))
GM (GM): Actions?
Martin Baron: " #$*% !" Martin shouts, pulling his gun out from his pocket.
(( What's the hit for tentacle? ))
(( What do I have to roll above? ))
GM (GM): 60 or better.
Everett Pillory ties shooting it
Martin Baron: (( Hm. Can I aim and shoot? ))
Everett Pillory: (Same )
GM (GM): (Sure!)
rolling 2d10
(1+8)= 9
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100
(74)= 74
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+10
(91)+10= 101
Everett Pillory: ( FUCK YES!)
Martin Baron: (( Hell yeah ))
(( Buddy cop's saving the day ))
GM (GM): Roll damage
Martin Baron fires his 10mm Colt at the tentacle, taking a moment to aim to avoid hitting the beaver!
Martin Baron: rolling 2d10+30
(5+1)+30= 36
(( Everett hit too. Add on the damage? ))
Everett Pillory: ,roll 3d10+30
The beaver drops to the ground and your bullets rip the tentacle asunder
Everett Pillory: rolling 3d10+30
(8+1+2)+30= 41
Everett Pillory runs to the beaver to help him out
GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(3)= 3
rolling 1d100
(96)= 96
Martin Baron: "Get the #$@& out of here! GO!" Martin shouts, pointing to the door.
(( *directed to beaves-mcgeeves ))
another two tentacles shoot from the ceiling. One tries to find Martin and fails, the other shoots straight for Everett and ensnares his arm!
GM (GM): The beaver flees shouting about the bottom line.
Everett Pillory screams as he feels the thing pull on him "FUCK FUCK FUCK"
Martin Baron: "Go to the A building! It's safe the- @#($ !"
GM (GM): We lost Kaz again.
Martin Baron: (( Damn ))
GM (GM): Curse you comcast!
Martin Baron: (( Take initiative or can I aim and shoot at Everett's tentacle buddy? ))
GM (GM): Nah, take the shot.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+10
(20)+10= 30
GM (GM): I'd be an ass if I said you hit Everett, huh?
Nah, you just miss
(( https://youtu.be/-Yd1e0R7xFo Today's theme.))
Martin Baron: (( That's for critical failures though, right? Or since it's "grappling" him then a roll that low would hit him? ))
Everett Pillory tries to strike the tentacle holding him with the butt of his shotgun "LET ME GO!"
GM (GM): Yeah. But it's like wrapped around him then there's like 5 feet that's leading to the ceiling so you aren't really trying to shave it off him like that.
Martin Baron: (( Hm, I have a hook-hand. I can try severing it. And alright, good to know then.))
(( Yeah, gonna run and take a stab at the tentacle. ))
(( Can that work? ))
GM (GM): (( I actually anticapted that :Pistol whip or butt of a rifle: 1d10+15(20)))
Sure!
Roll to hit, either of ya!
Martin Baron: (( Alright then. ))
rolling 1d100+45
(97)+45= 142
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(49)+20= 69
GM (GM): hit hit.
do over 30 damage
Martin Baron: rolling 2d10+25
(5+1)+25= 31
(( Hook hand hits hard. ))
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d10+20
(6)+20= 26
GM (GM): Well its a freaking meat hook.
Martin Baron: (( Can I roll perception and try to spot where it is on the ceiling? ))
GM (GM): It breaks apart!
Sure!
Everett Pillory: (( Me too ))
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(41)+15= 56
GM (GM): There is one tentacle wandering the room.
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+40
(99)+40= 139
Martin Baron: (( Noice. ))
Everett Pillory: (( LASER EYES ))
GM (GM): You estimate it's about there.
Martin Baron: "Do you see it?!"
Everett Pillory: Martin... When I throw this damn thing dive through the door and cover your head
Everett Pillory pulls out one of the HE nades
Martin Baron: (( Gotcha. ))
Martin Baron nods, readying himself for the grenade toss.
Everett Pillory nods "I know where the bastard is... just..."
GM (GM): Blow it, blow it!
Everett Pillory pulls the pin and quickly throws it there diving out the door "GET DOWN"
Martin Baron rushes for the door, following Everett's instructions and leaps for the ground.
GM (GM): Roll damage, I can assume you hit.
Everett Pillory: (40+4d10?)
GM (GM): yep
Everett Pillory: rolling 40+4d10
40+(4+7+10+4)= 65
GM (GM): That's a frag grenade, actually.
You want 5d10+50(75)
Everett Pillory: rolling 50+5d10
50+(2+1+4+9+4)= 70
Martin Baron: (( Hoo ))
GM (GM): The throw and it explodes with tremendous force!
The ceiling is cracked.
THOOM THOOM
GM (GM): It sounds like the monster is now stomping on the floor.
Martin Baron: (( THIS IS WHY WE NEED WALKIE TALKIES ))
Everett Pillory rolls around to shoot a glance at the room "Martin... do you think we should scram?"
Martin Baron: (( But the XP! ))
Everett Pillory: (( I'll roll perception to see through the dust ))
rolling 1d100+40
(32)+40= 72
GM (GM): You're seeing eyes teeth and claws pecking through the ceiling.
Martin Baron: "That doesn't sound like a bad idea!"
GM (GM): Escape?
Everett Pillory: It has more eyes, teeth and claws than I'm willing to handle... let's leg it and get back here with the crew.
Martin Baron: (( I'm all for fighting or running. ))
(( Alright then. ))
(( IT THEN FOLLOWS US THROUGH THE ELEVATOR ))
GM (GM): Back in building A a panic beaver has come in from B shouting. Also you hear an explosion from building B
E.M. Team, you are in the hallway.
Martin Baron: (( Pretty easy to guess who caused the explosion. ))
Everett Pillory: (( I can picture Clayton screaming "EVVVVVEEEEEERRRRREEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTT"
Martin Baron pants, he looks to Everett and asks "Should we even bother with returning that gear to the weasel?"
GM (GM): brb
Everett Pillory looks at Martin "I pissed off Mallard right? I don't want to make a bad name in this post-apocalyptic science society"
Martin Baron: "Yeah, and I don't want to become mincemeat."
Everett Pillory puts on his most sincere smile and shrugs showing off his hands "I mean... what can POSSIBLY go wrong while climbing an elevator shaft?"
GM (GM): back
Martin Baron: (( Take stairs? ))
GM (GM): up/down?
Everett Pillory: (( Up ))
Martin Baron: (( To the top, save weasel man, get XP for saving civilian. ))
Everett Pillory: Also I think Clay heard our batsignal ))
Martin Baron: (( And if mutants appear... Everett can blow a hole underneath them. ))
Everett Pillory: I think he would go like
GM (GM): To your shock the elevator works!
Everett Pillory chuckles "Wait that explosion... EVERREEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTT."
Martin Baron: (( I don't trust elevators in real life, I'm taking the stairs. ))
Everett Pillory: (( Haha same ))
(( But in game I'd rather take the elevator
Martin Baron: (( Seen way too many videos of people getting caught in between the floor and the elevator suddenly rising ))
(( We're at the top? ))
GM (GM): Floor 5, You see Jonsie
Everett Pillory: Isn't that our guy?
GM (GM): That's your guy.
He appears to have broken a window and is fiddling with some rope.
Everett Pillory waves to Jonsie and looks at the floor between them
Everett Pillory: Hey...
Martin Baron: "Hey! You the guy we met a few weeks ago?"
GM (GM): Jonesie turns to you in surprise.
Jonesy: Yeah... Kind of a bad time.
You two know anything about zip lines?
Martin Baron: "No @#%* ... Why do you ask?"
Everett Pillory: Oh no no no
We're not doing zip lining
GM (GM): He says, "Because I'm rigging one up to zip me to A building.
Everett Pillory walks to Jonsie and puts his hand on his shoulder "Look... We're gonna escort you out okay?"
Jonesy: Whatever is a floor down it likes to toy with it's food!
Martin Baron: "You know there's a bridge going straight to that building just a few floors below, right?"
Everett Pillory looks at Jonesy "We blasted it.
Jonesy: Really? Well, I guess that was the noise.
Martin Baron: "Yeah, and it's..." Martin says, remembering the giant creature breaking through the floor. He turns to Everett and whispers "What about the other one?"
Everett Pillory looks at Martin and shrugs "Oh right... you know anything about making explosives?"
Jonesy: That's the one on the basement, right?
Martin Baron: "Um.. Yeah, that one's dead... There's another one there though."
Jonesy: only that you shouldn't do it in a hallway with only office supplies as tools.
Well, shouldn't be a problem. Shall we go? Then we discuss those... You're the prototype group, right?
Everett Pillory shakes his head "Okay we're not gonna do much here then. I'll ask it another way... do you think you have something we can use now to make few flashbangs?"
Everett Pillory: Yes yes we are
Jonesy: I made a zipline. I'm done for today.
hits the button
Martin Baron: "Yeah, we are. And if you see any other people, try to call them to us, we should rescue whoever else is still here."
(( Not good ))
(( VERY NOT GOOD ))
(( MASH THE CLOSE BUTTON ))
GM (GM): The doors slip open to reveal a wall of monster face.
Everett Pillory pulls Jonsey back
Everett Pillory: HOLY FUCK RUN TO THE STAIRS
GM (GM): It appears to be very large.
Everett Pillory: (( Martin you just gave ANOTHER reason not to take elevators IRL ))
(( Mutants ))
GM (GM): Jonesy is frozen in shock!
The monster is about to gobble!
Martin Baron: (( Can I roll to lift him and dash for the stairs? ))
GM (GM): Do something or you won't get paid!
Martin Baron: (( Strength is 4 ))
GM (GM): Sure!
Martin Baron: (( What should I roll above for that? ))
(( If it's a bad roll, I might just slap him in the face and scream to book it. ))
GM (GM): Nah, he's about 80
Everett Pillory: (( I want to pull him back too ))
Martin Baron: (( Above 80? Damn ))
GM (GM): Had to do some guestimation.
About 80
Probably abit lighter now.
Martin Baron: (( I can't make that roll. I'm slapping him and yelling to run ))
(( Or punch, either works ))
GM (GM): You can lift or drag him.
Everett Pillory: Drag
GM (GM): But the monster has enough time for one attack!
Martin Baron: (( Shit, can I taunt him to attack me? I can probably dodge it ))
Everett Pillory: (( Can I react? ))
GM (GM): Try one!
Martin Baron: (( Roll for taunt, then dodge ))
GM (GM): Sure!
Everett Pillory: (( Because if so I want to toss a HE nade inside the monster's mouth
Martin Baron: (( Oh, or that could work ))
Everett Pillory: (( The absolute madman tactic ))
Martin Baron: (( We could do both ))
GM (GM): ((Or you'll piss it off.))
Martin Baron: (( Go with taunt and dodge? ))
Everett Pillory: (( You're our sneak ))
GM (GM): As the GM all I can say is that you can try.
Martin Baron screams loudly at the mutant, waving his arms about to try and get its attention.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(57)+15= 72
(( If it worked for one mutant, maybe it'll work for this one? ))
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+5
(13)+5= 18
Some it's eyes are pointing to you, rabbit!
Martin Baron: (( Ninja flip time, don't fail me now. ))
(( Flipping away from group, so his attack wont graze them ))
rolling 1d100+45
(3)+45= 48
GM (GM): It tries to bite!
Martin Baron: (( FUCK ))
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(35)+10= 45
Martin Baron: (( YES ))
GM (GM): Just narrowly you pass out of it's jaws.
Everett Pillory: (( Okay time for me to toss in the nade ))
GM (GM): You have some mutant drool on you.
Everett Pillory: (( DO I need a roll? ))
Martin Baron: " $#%(ING BOOK IT!" Martin screams at the two.
GM (GM): Yes
Everett Pillory: (( Okay roll what ))
GM (GM): Roll to throw.
Everett Pillory: (( That's uhh...
GM (GM): Which 1d100+agility
Get 40 or better.
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(91)+20= 111
(( ABSOLUTE MADMAN DID IT ))
Martin Baron: (( All that time playing skeeball payed off ))
GM (GM): You have 5 seconds until that blows.
leg it?
Everett Pillory: YES
GM (GM): You run down a floor when...
Martin Baron helps Everett drag the weasel down the stairs.
GM (GM): You see a monster with many tentacles charging at you.
Martin Baron: (( Roll for divine intervention to make elevator crash onto it? ))
GM (GM): It's about the size and shape of a small car.
This thing is just in the hallway.
((Meet stompy.
Martin Baron: (( That's a big hallway ))
(( Inject with Aunite M and hope for best? ))
(( What do you think Suule? ))
Everett Pillory hisses "Come Clay you ass... two explosions usually would mean that you would run here screaming "Everett, stop your shenanigans!"
Everett Pillory: (( Best bet or... the net!))
Martin Baron: (( Or just go down another floor and try getting to A from there ))
(( Yeah! Use the net gun ))
Everett Pillory pulls out the Net gun
Clayton R.: (( It's a big town though and this place was already in mayhem. ))
Martin Baron: (( How many other civilians have grenades, and how many buildings have explosive items in them? ))
GM (GM): There is a big explosion that knocks out the doors of the elevator!
You guys can move your tokens.
Everett Pillory shoots the net at the mutant
Martin Baron: (( Suule, fire the net gun and I'll inject with Auntie M, since half of the table is coma, stun, or sleep, we might get lucky ))
GM (GM): Let me roll on that Mart-- Oh look, freakin' NONE!
Shoot!
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100
(76)= 76
GM (GM): https://youtu.be/dhKCXEmXOnU?list=PL7CDC9C8722379A0F
Hit
rolling 1d100 if less than 40 he stays up.
(82)= 82
Everett Pillory: (( Underrated game ))
GM (GM): Nope.
Martin Baron: (( Going for inject ))
Everett Pillory: Hey Jonsie. You can see how Auntie M works...
Martin Baron: (( I'm wondering what exactly is in this gunk ))
(( Sorry, should've moved it myself. ))
GM (GM): ((Good question!))
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(66)+45= 111
GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(43)= 43
43 explode into...fire.
Martin Baron: (( Oh. ))
Everett Pillory watches the spontanous combustion happen before his eyes "...what did you do... WHAT DID YOU DO"
Martin Baron: "JONSIIIIIIEEEE!" Martin screeches out as the monster bursts into fire.
Everett Pillory: (( Remember when we wanted to inject Clay with this? Good time ))
GM (GM): rolling 5d10+50
(1+9+7+10+4)+50= 81
Martin Baron: (( Yep ))
GM (GM): Everything on the floor takes 81
Martin Baron: (( OH FUCK ))
Everett Pillory: (( BRAZING INFERNO ))
A built in sprinkler system has kicked in but the fire is all over the hallway.
Martin Baron lets loose an ear piercing scream, the fire roasting his skin and hair black.
Clayton R.: Is this an explosion that blows out windows, that can likely be seen from another building?
Everett Pillory tries to extingush fire on both Martin and and Jonsie "Come on guys. I've had 3rd degree burns before. You'll live"
Martin Baron runs for the stairs to avoid the fire.
Martin Baron: (( At 39 health ))
GM (GM): Run screaming down a floor?
Then drop and roll?
Wait, wait.
That was the wrong damage.
That was napalm!
Martin Baron: (( Oh? ))
GM (GM): rolling 2d10+20
(8+10)+20= 38
Martin Baron: (( You dolt ))
Everett Pillory: (( ABSOLUTE MADMAN ))
GM (GM): You take 38 damage.
So you heal back 43 by GM.
Still on fire, yo.
Martin Baron: (( 82 HP ))
Martin Baron screams, not in pain, but horror at what Auntie M has wrought.
GM (GM): Also, Everyone in building A is pretty confident hell is breaking loose in building B
The freaking ground is shaking.
Martin Baron: (( Clayton has even more incentive to never let us out of his sight ))
(( Go down a level and get rid of fire ))
Everett Pillory smothers the fires on Martin with himself
Everett Pillory: (( Topsider suit should be flame retardant)
GM (GM): Oh, it is. I forgot you wear that at all times, right?
Everett Pillory: (( Yep ))
Martin Baron: The fires doused, Martin checks himself for any serious injuries. Once done, he stomps to Jones and yells "Just what the $(@# is in that crap?!"
Jonesy: Fairy dust and puppy drool, FOCUS PLEASE!
Clayton R. watches an explosion blow out the windows from a building across from them. It really is hell here... he lost sight of Martin and Everett a while back, and going out for them seemed incredibly risky. For now, he wait's uncomfortably for them to return so can bring them a beating himself.
Martin Baron: "I outta punch your teeth out!" Martin angrily yells back.
Everett Pillory: Martin, calm down. calm down...
Martin Baron: (( Bad news, he aint dead yet ))
(( And he's in the way of our exit ))
Everett Pillory helps the ferret up "Look. This is normal for testing. If you don't have things burning in the lab you're not doing shit"
GM (GM): also, as you ran down the stairs you found a manta taking refugee in the stair well. He's flopping after you now.
Everett Pillory picks up the manta and hands him to Jonsie "Have a baby. On the house"
Everett Pillory: Just don't lose it or else you might schism out
Jonesy: This is Schmidt. He's the oldest one here!
Everett Pillory: Good
Martin Baron takes notice of the manta follower, and yells out "Anyone else here, get the hell out! Go to the hospital!"
Schmidt: Hey... Thanks for the rescue, by the way.
Martin Baron: (( Can I roll perception hearing to try and see if there's anything else of notice? More mutants incoming or survivors? ))
GM (GM): Sure.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+35
(4)+35= 39
Everett Pillory: (( Can I notice anything suspicious? ))
Martin Baron: (( Goodness me my perception rolls are cursed today. ))
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+40
(69)+40= 109
GM (GM): yes, you both notice that there ye old elevator man behind half a door down the hall.
Martin Baron: (( Is it possible to shoot at him from down here? ))
GM (GM): He seems stuck but will probably take a swipe at the first on to come by.
Martin Baron: (( * over where we are ))
Everett Pillory: (( Can I roll a nade into that crevice? ))
GM (GM): Sure.
((This is guy is at least big as old Jingles.))
Martin Baron: (( If only I had my blaster on me, this'd be over in seconds. ))
GM (GM): (( I like to think everyone in A is just sitting by the window watching B get blown to hell.
Everett Pillory: Okay, hide inside the stairwell and hope this work... Then when it blows leg it.
(( Rolling... ))
rolling 1d100+20
(80)+20= 100
(( SOLID! ))
GM (GM): Damage?
Everett Pillory: rolling 5d10+50
(2+4+3+2+6)+50= 67
Martin Baron: "That thing better be dead this time!"
GM (GM): There is an explosion!
The monster is scarred and very upset!
It's going to take a swip at Martin1
Everett Pillory: Martin, Auntie M the bastard...
Our only hope
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(36)+10= 46
Martin Baron: (( AFTER LAST TIME I'M NOT SO SURE NOW ))
Everett Pillory pulls out his trusty shottie
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(24)+45= 69
(( Parry ))
GM (GM): ((Your hope is a 25% chance it won't do something you don't want.))
You push aside the massive hand.
Everett Pillory: Come on, I sitll have one chamber left...
Martin Baron swats aside the mutants arm and attempts to inject it with the Auntie M! He prays to God it works.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(62)+45= 107
GM (GM): That's a stab.
rolling 1d100
(86)= 86
86, coma.
Martin Baron: (( Good for me! ))
GM (GM): The monster feints and slips down the shaft.
Martin Baron: "Everyone, across the bridge before more show up!"
GM (GM): Without needing to be asked twice the pair dash down the hall.
Martin Baron: (( I follow, unless you want to try and find anymore survivors Suule. ))
Everett Pillory reloads the empty chamber "Martin... do you think we can save more lives? I'm out of nades."
GM (GM): Back to A?
Martin Baron: "If they aren't deaf, I think they'd realize that this building is turning into a firecracker. But... I'll try and see if I can hear anyone else."
(( If I don't roll another 1 ))
rolling 1d100+35
(3)+35= 38
(( Yep ))
Clayton R.: pfft
Martin Baron: (( Thanks die ))
GM (GM): You can't hear shit from the fire upstairs and the ringing from all the explosions.
Martin Baron: (( "Nah it's good", and it turns out a family of 20 is in the next room ))
Everett Pillory clenches his teeth... "Dammit... I wish Walker was here."
Martin Baron: "I can't hear anything, I don't know if there's anyone still here or not,"
Everett Pillory takes one final glance
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+40
(88)+40= 128
Martin Baron: (( I think Everett's cursed my die and gave all the good rolls to himself. ))
GM (GM): There are two floor below you.
Everett Pillory: Holy fuck
There's people down there
Everett Pillory points down
Everett Pillory: GET OUT NOW!
GM (GM): You don't have X ray vision, but you are sure there are no other mutants or survivors in the stairs.
Martin Baron: (( Look through other rooms, I go to that floor and try to get them out? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Haha I thought ))
GM (GM): Sure!
Martin Baron: (( Or by stairs did he mean the whole building's clear? ))
GM (GM): It's the only way.
Clayton R.: (( Oh my god, I just realized this wasn't a top-down view. ))
GM (GM): Nope just the stair well.
Everett Pillory follows suit reloading his gun
Martin Baron: "Everett! I'm going to go find them! You go to the other floors and try to see if there's anybody else still kicking!"
Everett Pillory: Sure!! ))
Everett Pillory runs down a floor
GM (GM): You are in the lobby section. There you find a dapper lady with a knife.
Bottom floor: Street level.
Martin Baron: "Hey, lady! The whole building's infested! You gotta come with me to the hospital!"
Everett Pillory turns around and runs up
Martin Baron: (( You know, sending you down there instead of me was a bad move ))
The lady agrees.
Everett Pillory: MAAAAAARTTTTIIIIINNNNNNN
Martin Baron: "Go across the bridge! The building's safe!" Martin yells up the stairs.
Just as everett proceeds to the lobby a window breaks and mutants start spilling in!
Martin Baron: "Everett! What's happening?!" Martin shouts down the stairs.
Everett Pillory: RUN JUST RUN MARTIN
THEY'RE SPILLING INTO THE LOBBY
GAME OVER, MAN, GAME OVER
The lady looks horrified and points out the window!
Martin Baron: (( Throw a fire grenade onto the stairs, prevent them from following us ))
Everett Pillory: (( I don't have any! You've told me not to play with fire! last time ))
Martin Baron: (( Wait a minute... ))
A beam shoots through the window and hits her dead center.!
Martin Baron: (( I know who's doing this! ))
"What the hell?!"
(( Can I perception to see out the window? ))
GM (GM): Her flesh softens then divides, monsters are spawning from her body!
Everett Pillory: ((I can try too... ))
rolling 1d100+40
(59)+40= 99
GM (GM): Sure.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(89)+15= 104
GM (GM): Okay, give me a minute.
Martin Baron starts to shake, taken in horror over seeing the monsters emerge from the lady's body.
Everett Pillory doesn't lose his cool. Grabs Martin and drags him up "She's dead. Gone Chinatown. Go go..."
you gaze out the window and see something floating there.
DJ-Max: (Close the blinds.)
Everett Pillory: (( This is fucking scary, DM... ))
Martin Baron: (( THE TECHNODROME ))
Everett Pillory: (( Seriously freaky ))
Clayton R.: (( WHAAT ))
(( THe Eye, what does it mean?! ))
Everett Pillory: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnnfOdpvH1Y ))
GM (GM): Yes its a weird ass floating eyeball with kind of a bat wing torso and exposed spine, thingie.
Martin Baron starts shaking even more furiously, sweat pouring down his face. He starts to scream.
GM (GM): It has a blue light from deep in its retina.
Everett Pillory: MARTIN SHUT UP. RUN
Everett Pillory pushes Martin into the stairwell
Clayton R.: (( Can we see it from our spot GM? ))
Everett Pillory ducks into it
GM (GM): Nah, you did see the blue bolt though.
Martin Baron: (( Shit man! I thought it was someone else! ))
Everett Pillory is freaking out "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD."
GM (GM): Actually, it has come to your attention: Why the hell are the outside lights off?!
Martin Baron: (( Open fire at it! ))
Everett Pillory: (( So this is our Raincoat Killer ))
Clayton R. flinches a bolt of light flashes past the building across the street. "What the ever loving @#%& is going on here?.." he asks under his breath
GM (GM): You've got margret thatcher hatching some muties. and a grenade bouncing down stairs.
Proceed to haul ass?
Everett Pillory: Yes
Martin Baron: (( Go to 3rd floor, look out window, and just waste it? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Just run man... we don't have an RPG ))
Martin Baron: (( No, we need the others for this. ))
(( Now the real question is: How will we convince others of what we saw? ))
(( We're notorious for being crazy. ))
Everett Pillory: (( Fuck I forgot we're insane ))
GM (GM): You're loose cannons, as I interpret it.
Everett Pillory: (( Look I'll think of something, let's leg it ))
GM (GM): You move to A!
Martin Baron continues to scream, Everett's freak out not helping him. He no longer cares about the survivors.
GM (GM): On the upside weird stuff doesn't actually drive you insane in this system!
Clayton R. hears frantic screaming in the room above him; he can only guess Martin and Everett have made it back.
Martin Baron: (( Forget the explosions, fire, and lasers: screaming is our signal. ))
Clayton R. proceeds upstairs to meet them, ready to beat each both them. As he spots them, he yells. "Shut the hell up! What were you doing out there!?"
Everett Pillory pre-emptively punches Clay in the gut "SAVING LIVES."
Martin Baron holds his head with his hands, breathing frantically as he tries to comprehend what he just saw.
Everett Pillory: (( Look I needed an outlet ))
Martin Baron ignores Clayton's yelling entirely.
GM (GM): ((That's... actually a pretty appropriate action! You get +5 pts for that.))
Martin Baron: (( I agree. Roll gut punch damage? ))
Clayton R. groans with the hit, he pulls out Mallard's blaster. "you will restrain yourself right now Panda before I have to!"
DJ-Max grumbles a bit slowly waking up from the small nap as he hears a ton of yelling going on. Oh god what now, he goes to sleep for five minutes...
GM (GM): Only if he wants to do damage.
Everett Pillory: (( Not really. I just want him to re-think his choices ))
Everett Pillory looks at Clayton and the weapon... he forgets about what he saw for a second to say in a calm serious tone. "You've pulled a weapon on me twice now. Are you sure you're fit for leadership? Neitherland military would sure love people like you... Pulling gun on a civvie and telling him to stand down. Now listen here tin soldier. We have a situation and if you don't put that down I'm gonna claw your face out."
GM (GM): (( That is actually a point, you could be doing like 30 damage in melee this entire time.))
DJ-Max: "Everett did you come in here yelling again?"
GM (GM): ((Punt him Clay, show him your authority!))
Everett Pillory: Come on Clay. Shoot a guy that saved a few lives
Be a better person
Clayton R. doesn't relent. He cranks the Mallard blaster and sets it to stun. "You are out of line Everett, and you aren't helping anybody by coming in and screaming." He says with pause. "I am your leader, whether you like it or not, you are in no position to criticize... Now, what were you doing blowing up buildings?".
DJ-Max slowly gets up "I swear if'n you two don' kill each other ya'll gon' be the death of me."
Clayton R. tries to ignore Dj's remark, but it really is true.
GM (GM): Well yeah, stray fire.
Everett Pillory: No, I don't like it. And I'm questioning your authority out right because quite frankly you make an awful leader by pointing guns at people. Now if you stop pointing that thing at me and playing Sergant Granite I'm gonna tell you what happened.
Martin Baron looks up from his frantic freaking out at Everett and Clayton's arguing.
Martin Baron makes a small sprint to Clayton!
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(55)+45= 100
DJ-Max sighs and moves toward Martin. "Martin. Ya' a'ight?? You know what. You tell me what happened bunny boy. Those two gon' be arguing for a'lease an hour."
Martin Baron: (( Disarm. ))
GM (GM): Sure.
Clayton R.: (( I'll move to parry. ))
GM (GM): Actually this is kind of a surprise hit, isn't it?
Clayton R.: so no?
I mean, it's a roll
GM (GM): Well, who has the higher speed?
Martin Baron: (( I'm fine with a parry response. ))
GM (GM): er.. agility?
Clayton R.: I have 7
Martin Baron: (( 9. ))
Everett Pillory: (( DRAMA !! ))
GM (GM): Well, sure, roll to parry.
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(11)+35= 46
\(( caught off guard it is... )
GM (GM): Woof!
Martin Baron: (( Can I pick up the Star Trek blaster? ))
Everett Pillory punches Clay... to incapacitate
GM (GM): Sure.
Clayton R. is taken by surprise before he can make a decision. He glares at Martin with absolute fury in his eyes.
GM (GM): I've got to make a token for blasters.
Clayton R.: (( should we roll init? ))
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+20
(64)+20= 84
GM (GM): You have the blaster.
If you want to full on do it, sure!
Martin Baron picks up the blaster and aims it at Clayton. "Stop it! Just stop it!" he shouts.
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+50
(81)+50= 131
DJ-Max just face palsm.
Everett Pillory: rolling 1d100+60
(49)+60= 109
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+40
(66)+40= 106
Everett Pillory: (Whoops that was my roll to hit Clay, DM, that was my initiative roll now. Thanks ))
Clayton R.: (( It should definitely be noted that I am still wearing a topsider suit. ))
DJ-Max: "You're all fightin'... ugh."
GM (GM): Clayton, the situation has just gotten magma!
The doctors are just sitting in the corner standing by.
Everett Pillory: Clayton... stand down
Martin Baron: (( It's like a street fighter level, they're just watching it unfold. ))
Everett Pillory: You're relieved of your command
Clayton R.: I want to try and wrestle the gun from Martin
Clayton R.: so disarm
again
GM (GM): You know, this is really kind of appropriate. Clayton just saw you wreck %25 of the colony, and you two just got out of a horror movie.
Roll to hit.
Martin Baron: (( Really everything is appropriate here. ))
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(50)+35= 85
Martin Baron: (( Parry roll. ))
GM (GM): 20 or better to grab the gun. 40 or better to swat it away.
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(58)+45= 103
GM (GM): Swish.
Clayton R.: one more time
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(43)+35= 78
Martin Baron: (( Another one. ))
rolling 1d100+45
(88)+45= 133
Clayton R.: (( yes))
(( nobody can catch this rabbit ))
GM (GM): One action left.
Martin Baron: (( The biggest threat is not the Technodrome floating around outside, it's the rabbit with Earthworm Jim's blaster. ))
(( He has 3 actions? ))
Everett Pillory: (( Fun fact: Martin, the blaster is what we need! ))
GM (GM): https://youtu.be/ZqbzRwrZZ5k?list=PLE4D22047D2F5794E
Everett Pillory: (( We can just run off and use it on the eye! ))
GM (GM): Yeah, he has a speed of 7
DJ-Max: "If ya' don' stop this shit right now, I'mma make ya'll stop. You wouldn't want that."
Clayton R. stands still for a moment, his eyes are hovering over the zero field option on his suit... It would be so easy....
GM (GM): For a guy that hasn't seen his own face in 3 to 4 years, he does great on the wind sprints.
Everett Pillory: (( If Clay would do that. Man lynching would ensue ))
GM (GM): You need the helmet to do the field.
End turn?
Martin Baron: (( We're crazy enough to be written off as a "had to be done". ))
Clayton R.: (( I've been wearing the suit since I was in Hershel GM))
Everett Pillory: (( Not really ))
Martin Baron: (( Not now, but before. ))
Everett Pillory: (( We just saved a bunch of people ))
GM (GM): That should be noted, ah well. Next time.
Martin Baron: (( Aside from the fire we haven't lost any MP. Maybe that one lady, but who cares about her. ))
Everett Pillory: (( I wouldn't call that crazy ))
Clayton R. concedes, and drops his arms down
Everett Pillory: Good...
GM (GM): Everett your turn!
Clayton R.: (( I was actually going to put the gun away before Martin jumped me. ))
GM (GM): I guess its a good thing you didn't! Who knows what he would have kicked off your person!
Clayton R. stands in front of Martin in silence for a time. "Fine... I'm done."
GM (GM): Descalate, Everett?
Everett Pillory moves in and pushes guns barrel down "Now listen here, hotshot. We have a big threat looming over there in building B. We saved enough people as we could but there's a big problem over there that we can't ignore and unless you want to waste time playing "OH I HAVE BIG BRASS BALLS." we can take care of it.
Everett Pillory: (( Yeah that was my plan ))
GM (GM): 20 or better.
Clayton R.: "I was going to put away the gun... before M
(( whoops ))
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+5
(57)+5= 62
Everett Pillory: Yeah you know what? I don't trust you.
DJ-Max: "Do ya' gotta point the gun at him, real? brah."
GM (GM): Clayton! You are shot by martin!
Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+5
(26)+5= 31
GM (GM): Everett you are shot by martin!
rolling 2d10
(1+6)= 7
rolling 2d10
(9+5)= 14
DJ-Max: "...What the fuck?!"
GM (GM): Clayton is out of 7 minutes and Everett 14!
Everett Pillory: (( MARTIN IS A SPY ! ))
Clayton R.: (( Martin has made an enemy. ))
GM (GM): Well, when you come too.
DJ-Max: "Dude Martin...wha'...?"
Martin Baron breathes heavily, firing a stun round into Clayton and Everett. He puts the gun in his pocket and looks to DJ. "G-Get them somewhere safe... We got bigger problems than this #$(%."
Clayton R.: (( Clayton will actually consider killing him now. ))
(( no matter what, he hates him ))
Martin Baron: (( Really, you might be safe now. Technodrome would mutate you most likely. ))
(( He sees your human ass, and poof, insta-monster. ))
Everett Pillory: (( Question: Who does Clay like? ))
DJ-Max: "...Good poin'. Yo' Docks can you put these guys somewhere and make sure they ain' gone kill each otha...again."
Clayton R.: (( DJ and Walker ))
GM (GM): No one, not even clay.
DJ-Max: Docs*
Martin Baron: (( Everything that's not us. ))
Clayton R.: (( They cooperate and aren't crazy ))
Everett Pillory: (( So do I and Martin ))
Martin Baron: "There's a... Jesus, I don't know what the #$(% it is outside. It- It turned a Typhoid into a bunch of monsters!"
DJ-Max: "So wha's the situation anyway Martin. What the hell happend ou'there? Topsiders roll up on us?"
"...I...It did what."
Everett Pillory: (( JESUS FUCK STOP DOING THAT DM ))
(( LEGIT HEART ATTACK TIER ))
Martin Baron: "A floating eye, giant thing with it's spine hanging out. It- God, what the hell, it shot a laser through a window and hit her. A bunch of monster mutants came crawling out of her skin... Oh dear god."
GM (GM): I'm sorry, I get one joke a session!
DJ-Max: "..."
"The' why the fuck we still here?! We bes' eitha' bounce or shoot it...did ya' try shootin' it?1"
DJ-Max is forgetting to censor his own curses.
Martin Baron: "We tried to save her, but it shot her, and it... Oh god, what the #($%." Martin says, wiping sweat off of his head. "No, we just ran. The bottom floor was swarming with the monsters."
Everett Pillory: (( I alwas do that. I get too involved ))
Martin Baron pulls out the blaster, briefly considering an idea. He sets the blaster from stun to drill.
Everett Pillory: (( Good man. You were always good with it ))
GM (GM): Brings the house down.
DJ-Max: "Righ' okay.New plan, we get ere' one in, I run D and you bring the house down."
"Its in the house right?"
Everett Pillory: (( Just tell me when to wake up ))
Clayton R.: ( (ye ))
Martin Baron: "No, it was floating outside of the B building. Just... keep Clayton out of this, he might be targeted by the thing."
(( Crap, and Kazen's not here. Could have him follow me with DJ to kill the eye. ))
GM (GM): True.
and i think you can do that... Next time!
Everett Pillory: (( Can't the docs wake me up ))
GM (GM): Oh, they could.
Martin Baron: (( It is a good place to stop. ))
Everett Pillory: (( Like give me a little shock ))
DJ-Max: "Alright. c'mon then. Lets not take to long."
GM (GM): But you know, they might tend to your wounds and such first.
Everett Pillory: No wounds on me. Got my riot vest!
Martin Baron: (( Anyway, sorry I did this. I thought it was a good plan to go through. ))
DJ-Max: <==To be Continued==|=\=/]
Let's pause here for next week!
XP!
Everett Pillory: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M
Martin Baron: "You, me, and Mana. We gotta hunt that thing down."
Clayton R.: (( and then Clayton and Everett unite with their hate. ))
Martin Baron: (( Yep, leave them alone in a room and let them duke it out. ))
GM (GM): Everybody gets +5xp for that cat fight. That was fun and pretty setting apropriate.
Everett Pillory: (( Make people bet on it? ))
GM (GM): There you go!
Jeez, that gives me plot ideas.
Martin Baron: The docs look in through the window of the door, taking bets on who wins.
GM (GM): Everett and Martin get +15xp for all those mutants.
Martin Baron: (( Gladiator ring that we as players go in to battle for something? ))
Everett Pillory: (( 307 XP so far! ))
Martin Baron: (( Beginning is just NPCs, but the ending fight is against the players ))
Everett Pillory: (( 200 left! ))
GM (GM): +60 for saving three people.
Clayton R.: (( I mean, we could just be stuck in a room until you get back, so we can work together a bit... iunno. ))
GM (GM): You evaced the building despite me trying my best to scare you out. so I think that counts as preventing a minor disaster: +20xp.
Martin Baron: (( I don't want to exclude people from a fight or adventure, but I don't think GM will hold back and will make the eye target you. ))
DJ-Max: (I'm tempted to say we left them both a note that said 'Don't be morons, we went to go deal with the eye thing, be back later. Signed, DJ.')
GM (GM): Yeah, I was hoping everyone would travel in a group.
Everett Pillory: ( To be honest? Might not be a bad idea DJ )
( Have Everett and Clay talk out their differences )
( Over bottles of rubbing alcohol )
Clayton R.: (( That's kind of what I was thinking. a lot of issues seem to stem from miscommunication and ideas))
Martin Baron: (( Or we could have them tag with us to help with the I-monster. Depends on how y'all want this to go. ))
GM (GM): True.
Everett Pillory: (( Fine either way. Wouldn't mind Everett taking backseat for once. His biggest problem is that he always packs his ass into trouble ))
Clayton R.: (( Clayton will be fine holding back, but he won't rest in until he gets his gun back. ))
DJ-Max: (Yeah DJ is doing that before he leaves. he's leaving them a note that reads 'Both of you morons were to busy yelling so me and Martin are going to save more people. Work this shit out or when I come back I'm punching both of you.')
Martin Baron: (( I really want to keep this gun. ))
GM (GM): He really loves advanced tech.
Martin Baron: (( Blaster too OP ))
Clayton R.: (( Clayton really wants to too ))
Martin Baron: (( Any other XP? ))
GM (GM): Yep.
Everett Pillory: (( Right MVP !))
GM (GM): Well, we have the MPV
Monsterous Pectoral Visuals.
Martin Baron: (( Nothing for the fight or is that all there is? ))
GM (GM): You all get +5 for that.
Martin Baron: Right, forgot, sorry
Everett Pillory: So uhhh
GM (GM): Really Everett and Clay seemed to be working it out, you just made it freaking hilarious.
Everett Pillory: Oh yeah it was amazing
Martin Baron: Well you told me right there to do it
I was considering holding off
Everett Pillory: Martin it was like in an action movie
Clayton R.: (( I was literally typing that Clayton was putting away the baster when you pounced. ))
Everett Pillory: I could see Clay and Everett looking at each other
Then suddenly Clay gets zapped
Martin Baron: Imagine if I waited a bit before I stunned Everett, he looks at me and smiles, and I just blast him.
DJ-Max: If actual fighting broke out. DJ would have stopped everyone himself.
Everett Pillory: Everett turns to Martin gets zapped
GM (GM): Everyone gets +20 for that now. That was gold.
Everett Pillory: And camera zooms at DJ with "WTF" expression
GM (GM): Anyway for testing, I think this went well. We practiced the basics in an exciting way and it worked out.
Everett Pillory: 93 XP left!
Martin Baron: DJ's just a hero like that
Everett Pillory: Wait
GM (GM): I'd like to think that it's intuitive but for the most part your guys knew what you were doing.
Everett Pillory: How much XP I need for level 5?
Martin Baron: DJ's the only guy here who I can say is 100% pure
Everett Pillory: 500?
GM (GM): 500
Everett Pillory: Okay 93 XP left
DJ and Mana are pure
Although Mana's backstory is full of bad stuff
DJ-Max: Hilarious considering he's from detroit and may have had gang member ties back before THE WAR.
Martin Baron: That sounds badass
GM (GM): You got a ton of xp but that was because you really did a man of action hero thing.
True. I... Don't remember her backstory.
Everett Pillory: I really dig that DJ was trying to break me out of the drug habit because it came off as "Yeah I saw my bros die like this."
"You don't need this right now"
GM (GM): Alright, I've got to boost.
Good job everyone. I'll catch the pastebin later.
DJ-Max: Yep. That's DJ.
Martin Baron: Here I'll post it now