Endtown RPG Session #42

GM (GM): Sorry, bit of a formality
The official Doc:
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc

Nicolas Q.: If any of you need an image here is the reference for the miku thing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgmwBuuMvqc

GM (GM): Updates:
Added face shields to armor.
Some more editing.
That's the hardshot there Nic.
Right now, you've got 6 strength, 5 agility, and 5 mind. That miku is going to haunt my dreams.

Nicolas Q.: But is it possible?
Also I can use the site's built in dice?

C. Jeffrey: We're going to need real-time footage, Nic

Nicolas Q.: Please elaborate.

C. Jeffrey: Yes, use built in dice.

GM (GM): Sure

Nicolas Q.: Thanks.

GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(95)= 95
rolling 1d100
(96)= 96
I keep forgetting how to do the 3d dice.

C. Jeffrey: Settings, amigo

GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(92)= 92
There we go.

C. Jeffrey: rolling 1d6
(3)= 3
Neat

GM (GM): Okay Nic, last step, kinda, is to pull up the doc and buy 5 skills or 5 ranks in any combination of skills.
page 56.
Well, with that we should be starting.
Ready?

Jonathan Sommer: Yup

Cas Hutson: Yep!

we begin!

We join our heroes in a crumbling building after just defeating their crazed foe. They freed his captor and caused him to mutate!

Clayton R. is wraps the topsider suit in his old jacket, tucking it back into his pack.

Clayton R.: (damn, screwed up grammar right away.)

Jonathan Sommer drops the downed drone by Claude's feet and eyes the recently mutated Topsider rat.

Clayton R.: (( point is, I'm taking the suit))

Jonathan Sommer: "Well, now what?"

GM (GM): ((I'm not going to count how much mistakes I'm going to make, it will be alot.))

Cas Hutson keeps his attention toward the freed captor, not paying much in mind of the now mutated foe.

Clayton R. shrugs, turning back to the group. "Iunno, maybe just leave him tot he troops here. He was the one screwing with them."

Martin Baron: "Well, either we leave this guy with the mercs and they can 'work things out', or we deal with him now."

Jonathan Sommer: "What do you wager they'll do with 'em?"

Martin Baron: "What do you think usually happens to people who kill us by the dozen a day?"

Jonathan Sommer: "I'd imagine go home and complain about the weather."

Jonathan Sommer shakes his head and licks more of the solid beer.

Clayton R. eyes up the rat while the other debate.

GM (GM): The Sarge seems to have an idea.
Hey, you guys have a transporter...

Martin Baron: "Yeah? What about it?"

RatDoto: RatDoto is embarrassed and unusually trips himself

GM (GM): Well, a PBS could be useful. Maybe make a drone or a weapon system.

Clayton R. looks back to the sarge, arching an eyebrow under his helmet. (we don't want to git rid of any systems we have."

From the shadows a tall ratman trips forth!

RatDoto: RatDoto chuckles nervously

Martin Baron: "What, you're talking about brain removal? Christ, that's-" Martin says, stopping himself at the new rat's sudden appearance.

RatDoto: "uhh... Hi?"

Clayton R. faces the source of the sound, almost jumping as he notices the giant rat

Claudius Silvanus: (FUCK... I FORGOT)

RatDoto: RatDoto suddenly breaks off in a sprint and slams headfirst into a wall

Cas Hutson jumps at the sudden sound, reaching for his 9mm and eyeing at the giant rat.

Jonathan Sommer chuckles as watches the tall rat's antics. "You alright?"

RatDoto: RatDoto hurriedly shakes his head and tells himself to calm down

Clayton R.: (( TOO BUSY CATCHING POKEMON EH? ))

Claudius Silvanus shakes his head "I... see that I've made a bigger problem that I've initially thought there would be..."

Claudius Silvanus: (( Nah took a nap))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I put the drone by you, Claude))

RatDoto: "Calm down Rat, it's not like these are the first people you see in a few weeks"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Alright, I'll work on it ))

GM (GM): ((I dig man.))

RatDoto: RatDoto huriddlyspeaks in a higher registry, to the extent that it sounds like clawing at chalkboard.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not that one, the temp. disabled one))

RatDoto: "Hi"

Jonathan Sommer: ((By me))

nathan Sommer: ((By me))

Claudius Silvanus pulls out his toolkit and starts to take the drone apart to make sure it's gonna stay on our side...

Clayton R. gives a slight nod tot he big rat. "Who are you, and how did you get here?"

RatDoto: RatDoto coughs and continues to speak in a comedically lower register.

Martin Baron: ( */me to type like the orange boxes )

Jonathan Sommer: ((/em))

RatDoto "I'm RatDoto and all I remember is...."

RatDoto says "uhhhhhhhh" with his tone slowly lowering.

Martin Baron: "Are... you OK man?"

Jonathan Sommer: "I think you hit your head a bit too hard there."

RatDoto turns away from everyone else and quietly says :I don't know"

Claudius Silvanus: ( Do I need to roll for something to make the drone work? )

RatDoto: RatDoto is twiddles his thumbs on how to approach his situation

Martin Baron whispers to the others, "He might be in shock, who knows what toasty here did to him and the bird."

Clayton R. stares at the rat. "Sounds suspicious."

Cas Hutson tilts his head in question over the rat's behavior, keeping his hand at the 9mm.

RatDoto crawls towards the corner of the room and curls into a ball, looking pitiful.

Upon hearing it's mention the bird lets out an audible 'yipe' and attempts to fly away.

Jonathan Sommer: "Hmm."

Clayton R.: "I didn't think it was possible for something that big to look so weak."

Jonathan Sommer shouts over to Doto, "Uh, want a drink?"

RatDoto: (How do I remove the list of people hovering over my overlay?)

GM (GM): Go to settings and names only for Video/Player Avatar Size:

Cas Hutson slowly withdraws his hand from the 9mm, slight confusion at hand at Doto. Didn't expect of someone of a giant to act like a wimp.

RatDoto looks at the strange person offering him a drink and simply stares, pondering on how to interact with this kind person.

Martin Baron: ( Mind if I perception check the Topsider? Don't want him swoocing up and attacking. )

Jonathan Sommer eyes Doto as he slowly places a bottle of liquor at his feet.

GM (GM): Sure!

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(47)= 47

RatDoto struggles to say "N.. No, Thank you"

GM (GM): The rat has a blank stare, clearly it's in a state of shock.
so that's two rats right now.

Jonathan Sommer: ((And a slug. And a bird. And a drone.))

Claudius Silvanus: (( So uhh... what about that drone? ))

GM (GM): Right, right.
roll engineer

Clayton R. nudges the rat with his foot. "You still with us topie?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Other rat, Doto))

RatDoto looks around "Am I on the table?"

Clayton R.: (( nope, the topsider I mean ))

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+35+10+20
(9)+35+10+20= 74
(( Yikes... hopefully that at least shortcircuited the bastard)

GM (GM): Former topsiser says: "...Ugh."

Martin Baron: "I think he's still out of it." Martin says, turning back to speak to the mercenary. "You weren't being serious about the brain transfer, were you?"

GM (GM): The drone appears to have been shot afew times then smashed.
You imagine you'll need to take apart the others to fix it.

RatDoto scurries towards the center of the room, in an attempt to orient himself to his surroudnings.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Why not fix the one that isn't smashed with the broken drones?))

GM (GM): Besides that it appears to have a basic sort of gene scanner, camera, and twin 9mm automatic setup.

Claudius Silvanus hmms

GM (GM): You mean the one you shorted out with a taser?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Electronics to rewire it? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I think Claude used his shield))

GM (GM): Sure
Doto! For the last few days you have been pretty out of it. When wandering the wastes you were caught in a sandstorm, then you discovered these ruins! From there you've just been scavenging until stumbling upon this scene!

Claudius Silvanus: (( I did... shield smash! ))
rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(86)+35+20+10= 151

RatDoto sniffs the air

RatDoto crawls outside

Jonathan Sommer turns to Martin. "... You think he'll be alright?"

GM (GM): Ratto no!

RatDoto mutters to himself "Do I know these people?"

Martin Baron: "I really doubt it man... Should we call him back?"

The mercenaries have taken intiative! They grab mr. potato and the every mysterious Doto!

Cas Hutson diverts his attention from Doto and at where the bird was once at. He found it best not to focus on the rat right now, but instead search for the bird that may have flew off.

Jonathan Sommer shouts over to Doto's direction, "Hey, you still out there?"

Jonathan Sommer: "We don't bite... a lot!"

Clayton R. watches in confusion as the strange rat crawls out. How did he even get here?

Cas Hutson: ( I'm gonna roll for smell perception on where the bird's at, if that's alright. )

GM (GM): Yes.

RatDoto is shocked by the sudden appearance of the strange people.

GM (GM): ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcDy8HEg1QY))

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20
(98)+20= 118

Clayton R. follows after the mercs, nothing else to do here now

Claudius Silvanus: (( Result of my Electronics roll DM? ))

GM (GM): Ah, sorry, in three directions here.

RatDoto asks "Would any of you be so kind of telling me where am I? I can't seem to recall anything".

Jonathan Sommer calls to Clayton, "Hey, hornet head."

GM (GM): The drone is damaged.
But it looks like a reset will start it up. Although you might want to look at it's protocols before doing that, unless you like being shot.

Clayton R. turns back to Sommer, "Excuse me?"

GM (GM): Cas, you track the bird flying West toward Endtown or Deep City.

Jonathan Sommer dangles the Topsider's zero gun between his fingers and holds it out to Clayton.

Jonathan Sommer: "Want this?"

Claudius Silvanus looks at Sommer "That's a valuable piece of tech!"

RatDoto attempts to sneak back inside, however considering his size how would they not notice.

Martin Baron: "It wont work for mutants Jonathan. Plus the last one we had was bugged, no doubt this one is too."

Clayton R. eyes the raccoon, then the zero gun. He hold his hand out, and retrieves the energy weapon. "Much abliged"

Nicolas Q.: (Do I roll a perception)

GM (GM): Yes.

Claudius Silvanus will try to rewrite the protocols... he should have some kind of an console interface...

GM (GM): Perception is 1d100+peception, as listed in your sheet.

Jonathan Sommer: ((+25 for you))

Nicolas Q.: Page?

GM (GM): page 30 in the book.

Nicolas Q.: rolling 1d100 + 25
(50)+25= 75

Cas Hutson quietly curses a storm under his breath. He had been hoping to ask the bird about something before it flew off. Grumbling, he went back inside. He prefer not to waste more time trying to catch up to the bird than asking anyways.

GM (GM): The mercs grab Doto and the little rat. They see Clayton's gun. "Ah, Perfect." Says Sarge.

Martin Baron: "Sarge, you best destroy that thing before all hell breaks loose. It's no doubt got a tracker in it, and it'll bring the Topsiders straight to you and us if you keep it."

Clayton R. holds out a hand to stop the sergeant "Hold on there.What do you think you are doing?"

Sarge: Oh, we'll do that. But I think we might mod this abit.

GM (GM): he points to the transporter

Nicolas Q.: I'm guessing my action rather hard to detect and they have to roll to detect me.

Sarge: Unit! Can you process PBS units?

GM (GM): oh, sorry, you wanted to sneak away?

Nicolas Q.: More of an attempt to sneak back inside the ruin

GM (GM): Same thing.

Nicolas Q.: Yeah..

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(23)+25= 48

Clayton R. keeps the gun out of reach, he glances at Hershel. If this sarge was about to say what he thought, there would be hell to pay.

GM (GM): Nope. Apparently the soldier grabbed -dead air- under the supposition that there was a 7' tall rat there.
there was not.

RatDoto sneakily pinches the unattended bottle of liquor which was offered earlier.

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(91)+25= 116

GM (GM): Pinched.
Sarge explains.

Sarge: You know these things run on brain matter right? And that these units can process it into units that can interface, right?

Claudius Silvanus freezes

Sarge: So we make a PBS and make it loyal to us intstead of the topsiders. Then we get to use high yield energy weapons and vehicles.

Claudius Silvanus slowly turns towards the merc all pale looking "B... b... brain matter?"

Jonathan Sommer stops lapping at his beer and raises a brow at Claude.

RatDoto sneaks towards the top left corner of the room to observe the strangers.

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(59)+25= 84

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPGcpIXeA-4

Jonathan Sommer: "Ya don't know? What the hell do you think you blew up back at my rest stop?"

Martin Baron: "Oh sodding hell..." Martin mutters to himself, now remembering just how new to the wastes Claudius was.

Clayton R. sighs, oh he's done it now. "Look... I want a good blaster as much as anyone... but it is best just to destroy them... in my experience."

Cas Hutson ponders for a moment, before moving over towards Martin, having the note at hand. He nudges at him to get his attention.

RatDoto notices something strange about the wall to his right and attempts to gnaw through the wall as quietly as he can.

Sarge: In case this is clear, civie, I want to process cheese and crackers here and make him part of a zero gun. That one you have will do.

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

GM (GM): Doto is clearly in touch with his instincts.

Claudius Silvanus drops what he's doing right now on a verge on breakdown when he realises how much killing he has done so far.

Nicolas Q.: GM this is assuming he is looking towards the group
hence it is the left wall

Jonathan Sommer: "Uh... you alright, Claude?"
"Lookin' a bit pale."

GM (GM): You have discovered another creature gnawing the wall as well.

Martin Baron: "$#*%%(@ hell man, you mental?! Even if I was for ripping his brain out like a lunatic, I doubt you'd even be able to make a gun out of him."

RatDoto attempts to communicate with the many eyed creature

Clayton R. shakes his head. "Sorry. I don't like the idea of other wielding these guns, especially people we just met... You still have to pay up on those suits"

Nicolas Q.: Do I take as this attempt of communication as a Persuasion roll?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Nah, free action unless you want something from it))

Sarge: Well, in that case, how about this. Give us that gun and let us blender this sucker and we'll call it well and good.

Claudius Silvanus is completely silent.

RatDoto quietly says "Hello" to the new creature

GM (GM): The creature only turns a third of it's eyes to you.

Clayton R. shakes his head again. "No no no! you can't go and change the deal like that. We took care of your topsider problem and you owe us some suits."

GM (GM): Then attacks!

RatDoto attempts to dodge

GM (GM): 1d100+agility bonus
1d100+25 for you.
rolling 1d100+20
(98)+20= 118

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not good))

Cas Hutson give another nudge at Martin, handing him the note he found from the bird. "'Ey, I found this weird note over here after that %*&^ bird flew off," Cas said.

Martin Baron: ( Sorry, missed your message)

Nicolas Q.: (Sorry internet)

Martin Baron: "What? What's it say?"

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(41)+25= 66

GM (GM): Your dodge has failed!
Take
rolling 3d10+30 damage
(7+2+1)+30= 40

Cas Hutson: "Dunno. It's all just jumbled letters to me!"

GM (GM): You have 80 hp left.
The monster took a bite out of you with its giant slobbering mouth.
Let other people know you are being eaten?

RatDoto runs back to the group while screaming "Help!"

Martin Baron: "I'll look at it later, look..." Martin says, getting closer to whisper to Cas. "Get ready for something, we may have a new problem on our hands... Try not to kill them if you can."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Initiation time?))

GM (GM): Nah, let's us last weeks rolls.
Provide Nic wants to roll intitiave.
Martin, your turn!

Martin Baron whips around to the rat man's screaming, "Oh for- what now?! #$*% !"

Jonathan Sommer: ((How big is this thing?))

GM (GM): It is medium, so the size of a normal person

Martin Baron: ( Tasing it sounds like a good move then if it's that small. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Not yet... I can do it now but I was working on that ))

GM (GM): It is portly though with many eyes and a large mouth that encircles the head, like a trashcan made flesh.

Martin Baron: ( 9 diagonal, I can reach it in 2 moves then tase it. )

GM (GM): Sure

Martin Baron: ( Rolling to tase. )

Nicolas Q. scurries to the lower right corner of the room to get as far away from the conflict.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45
(29)+45= 74

RatDoto: RatDoto*

Jonathan Sommer: ((Roll 1d100+25))

GM (GM): The monster does not think to defend!

Martin Baron: ( Roll stun? )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(28)+30= 58
He does not resist!

Martin Baron: ( Or is this trash can immune to lightning? )

GM (GM): Roll 1d10

Martin Baron: rolling 1d10
(1)= 1
( Well, he's still out I suppose. )

GM (GM): Your voltage is just enough to make him stumble abit!
Literally anything but a one would have ended combat!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Welp))

Nicolas Q.: Do I have to roll for initiative to run away?

Martin Baron: ( Damn. )

GM (GM): I'd wait your turn Nic, but sure!

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+35+10+20
(2)+35+10+20= 67

Jonathan Sommer: ((How many moves do I use up to get close it?))
((*to it))

GM (GM): it's still in debug.

Nicolas Q.: So I have to wait till a full cycle has gone through for me to roll initiative?

GM (GM): 8 squares

Jonathan Sommer: ((So 2?))

GM (GM): Nah, roll it now. if it's higher than 131 you go next.

Nicolas Q.: so d100?

GM (GM): Yep
Just right at that line.

Jonathan Sommer: ((+25))

Clayton R.: (( I have to handle something on my end for a short bit, just skip me ))

GM (GM): so 1d100+25

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(72)+25= 97

GM (GM): You go after Sommer!
Speaking of..

Jonathan Sommer: ((I guess I'll move here))

GM (GM): You get three actions.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I should roll initiative, right?))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Right, so two left?))

GM (GM): You go after Doot, claud
Yes

Jonathan Sommer: "... What do you think, Martin?"

GM (GM): rolling 2d10
(10+9)= 19
Shock damage.

Jonathan Sommer grips his wrist launcher as he waits for an answer.

Martin Baron: ( Sorry I went to the bathroom )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Everything is such a mess right now and I'm half asleep so I'll need a bit ))

Martin Baron: ( What'd you ask? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((What I should do with the trash can))

Martin Baron: ( Kill. Or... we can try leading him to the mercenaries as a half-ass distraction. Maybe take the guns, rat Topsider, Tall Rat, and Hershel out while they're distracted )
( Go to their base while they're out, take the suits, bugger off. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Sorry, it was in-character))

Nicolas Q.: I'm planning to throw the liquor I pinched at the can

Martin Baron: ( Right, my bad. )

Nicolas Q.: When my turn comesaround

GM (GM): Glass Bottle: 1d10+10(15)

Martin Baron: "Take him out!" Martin responds.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Sounds like a solid plan to me. The Mercs are horrible people. And if Claud hears about the plan he will go on a rampage ))

Nicolas Q.: Is there a roll for the liquor bottle shattering on impact?

Jonathan Sommer: "I have an idea."

GM (GM): It's assumed it will.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I grab my gun but not ready it for one turn?))

GM (GM): Sure

Jonathan Sommer grabs his gun from his back pocket and readies to grapple with the trash can beast.

GM (GM): Endturn?

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm going to grapple 'em!))

GM (GM): Roll to grab!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(11)+35= 46

GM (GM): That's a grab

Jonathan Sommer: "Got 'em!"

Martin Baron: ( I can make a run for the rat-topsider, maybe the gun to smash later if we're going through with this plan. )

GM (GM): He can't move now. You have one action so you can flip, toss, or crush him if you want.
((Well, clayton has the gun so that's pretty secure.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Flip sounds good))

Martin Baron: ( Good then. )

GM (GM): Okay.
1d100+str

Clayton R.: (( back now ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(62)+30= 92
Beat 92 som som

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+20
(65)+20= 85
((Aw no))

Martin Baron: ( We're going to throw a mutant into the mercenaries to distract them, maybe take the rat topsider with us, and then drive everyone out with Hershel to their place to steal the suits then leave. )

Jonathan Sommer weakly pulls and tugs on the beast to no avail.

GM (GM): The mutant is too heavy for you to flip!

Nicolas Q.: Is there a chance to enrage on the mutant?

GM (GM): RatDoto!

Jonathan Sommer: "Uh, a little help here?"

GM (GM): You enrage it at 'hello'

Nicolas Q.: Well I'm going to empty the liquor on the mutant's many eyes then smash the bottle on them

GM (GM): Okay

Jonathan Sommer gets soaked with some liquor.

Jonathan Sommer: "That's not what I meant."

RatDoto forcefully rams the empty bottle into the creature's eyes

GM (GM): Roll to hit!

Nicolas Q.: d100+12?

GM (GM): +25
to hit. +12 is for damage

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(42)+25= 67

GM (GM): hit
roll damage

Nicolas Q.: d10+10+12?

GM (GM): Yep

Nicolas Q.: rolling 1d10 + 22
(3)+22= 25

Claudius Silvanus: (( If you want me to throw the creature at the mercs, tell me ))

Nicolas Q.: Surprised the monster is taking the liquor to the eyes and the bottle rather nicely

GM (GM): You jam that bottle in afew of it's weird eyes. The creature is very upset and makes a loud, upset noise!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Don't throw it with me on it))

Martin Baron: ( I think I see what's going on, nice. Enrage it, then toss it into the center of the mercenaries. )

GM (GM): Clayton! It sounds like a fight has broken out inside!

Claudius Silvanus: (( You'll need to shout at Claude to snap out of it ))
(( Or else he's gonna be all shocked ))

Nicolas Q.: Well GM already said it was enraged so I assumed it already as mad a cat in water

GM (GM): ((You know, the thing is tased, vote to skip combat and just do what you want?

Martin Baron: (( Well make it madder, I suppose. And sure, why not. )

Clayton R.: (( yeah. I'm just getting ready to run when we make a break for it ))

GM (GM): Combat over!

Martin Baron: ( Hi null! )

GM (GM): Daisy chain that mugga into the mercs?

null: Hey

GM (GM): Hey man!

Nicolas Q.: Hi

Jonathan Sommer: Heyo

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. I can book it to grab the Topsider rat, maybe make an ally out of him or something, I dunno, then we can go with the suit stealing. )

GM (GM): We are at the tail end of session so is it okay for you to just sit in today?

Nicolas Q.: Should I take that as a pun?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah... ))

null: I'm fine with that I was just coming in here to see if it was still going
imgoing in actually going to go ill be here next week

With a hearty heave ho you toss trashcan into Bomber.

Martin Baron: ( Cool, it'll be on Saturday next time, this was just so we don't miss a week. )

null: Jesus I hate typing in roll 20 on this

Martin Baron: ( Phone typing? )

null: Yeah

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, shit sucks man. Especially if you're bypassing the whole "you gotta pay to get in this" thing. )

GM (GM): We all hate phone typing.

Jonathan Sommer gets off the creature as it gets thrown away. He scratches the back of his head in confusion.

Martin Baron: ( It's even worse on the phone. You can't see a single thing you're typing. )

GM (GM): The two roll around and profanity fills the air.
The Mercs are throughly distracted!

Martin Baron: "Move it! Everyone, get out now!" Martin shouts to the others.

RatDoto rubs recently chomped area.

Clayton R. shoves the soldiers to his side, and he climbs into Hershel

GM (GM): (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9j3heYZAk8 I am sorry.))

Jonathan Sommer pockets his 9mm. "What's the plan?"

GM (GM): Proceed to base?
Martin Baron: "I thought you had one?! Screw it, get into Hershel, we're taking those suits!"
Nicolas Q.: What vehicle is Hershel?

Cas Hutson makes a slight before making a dash towards Hershel.

Martin Baron: ( The one with the bandage man on top of it. )

Nicolas Q.: What kind*

Martin Baron: ( Is rat man in the transport? )

Cas Hutson: *a slight nod

GM (GM): Yes.

Claudius Silvanus snaps out of it when Martin mentions Herschel. He grabs his stuff, and the drone and follows suit

Jonathan Sommer shouts to Martin as he follows him, "Well, obviously we got two different ones!"

Clayton R. straps himself in, he readies his revolver

RatDoto Crawls up to the roof of Hershel

GM (GM): Proceeding to Base

Martin Baron: ( What was yours? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Taser the trash can some more))

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/3CD6uBlJ3ro

Jonathan Sommer: ((Jon wasn't thinking ahead))

Martin Baron: ( Ah. )

Clayton R. messages Hershel to cause a distraction if possible and to keep it's electrical shield up against the mercs

Martin Baron: "We don't have much time, get the suits, and let's get out of here!"
( Oh good, I was afraid. )

Nicolas Q.: Do you just have a list of references?

Martin Baron: ( A phone book of them I think. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rolling for perception to find suits))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah... ))

RatDoto climbs down Hershel and inspects the car with surfboards

Claudius Silvanus joins in the search...

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(88)+25= 113

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+35
(76)+35= 111

GM (GM): Also would have taken scavenging.

Martin Baron: ( I'm rolling to scavenge. )
rolling 1d100+15
(17)+15= 32

GM (GM): You find, three suits!
plus mind martin

Claudius Silvanus: (( That's enough ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( That's enough ))

Jonathan Sommer grabs the suits in his arms.

GM (GM): You also find slugman

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, it's 15 mind. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Will these fit us?))

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'll have problems with my head... )
(( I think I can resize them ))

RatDoto asks the group "Do you guys have anything to help with my recently nipped shoulder?"

Martin Baron: "Aw crap, yeah hold on, get in the transport, we'll bandage you up."

Jonathan Sommer motions to Clayton.

Jonathan Sommer: "Think you should join them?"

RatDoto scampers into the transport

Jonathan Sommer points to Clayton's hand.

GM (GM): F. Aid!
I don't think we tried it with the new system

Nicolas Q.: There a chance to fail horribly? Dead by Daylight style?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Looks like you'll be the lab rat))

GM (GM): Basically we do normal skill roll for it but you take a penalty for the amount of hp you want to heal.

RatDoto stares at Sommer

Martin Baron: "We got it? We gotta move fast less we also want some lead."

GM (GM): Roto here is missing -40 so that's the max penalty

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, if it's a 1 you can get damaged. )

Clayton R.: (( Sorry for being so absent today, watching over somebody at my place ))

GM (GM): That's always fun! Like weekend at bernies

Clayton R. waits in the front seat for his signal to leave, he readies his revolver should he need to shoot any "hitchhikers"

GM (GM): ((Dear god I do have alot of references...))

RatDoto stares at GM

Jonathan Sommer: "Claude, you see anything that isn't nailed down?"
(Rolling scavenging, I guess)

GM (GM): give me a sec here.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(53)+35= 88

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(2)+35+20+10= 67
(WTF... that's another bad roll )

RatDoto: ./me says "Sooo, no painkillers?"

GM (GM): Sommer, Claud you start scromping and find Cas is well ahead of you!
You find 5 assault rifles, one mark IV body armor, a face shield, helmets grenades, one thing that seems to stand out is a special revolver...
You do not find any food or water...

Jonathan Sommer: "Jackpot."

GM (GM): You do find about 200hp in electronic scrap and metal.

Martin Baron: ( Can I take a look outside and perception check to see if they're making a move for us? )

GM (GM): And slugman.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'll be using that... if I get the chance to get out of this shellshock ))

GM (GM): Yes
You'll use slugman?

Jonathan Sommer grabs the special revolver and examines it. "How're you holding up, Slug-Man?" he says.

Martin Baron walks outside to peek around the building corner, anxious about a possible mercenary attack.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100
(25)= 25
( Crud. )

RatDoto looks outside as he has nothing better to do.

GM (GM): You spot...Noooothing!

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(82)+25= 107

GM (GM): You spot... Something!

Martin Baron: ( Curse my lack of sight perception bonus )

GM (GM): Three blocks down you see the mercs darting from cover to cover. It looks like they are going to attack any second!

RatDoto thinks to himself "dear god, I'm a harbinger."

GM (GM): Also

RatDoto facepalms

in the distance you see anothe sandstorm barreling towards the ruin!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Now wold be the time to warn us))
((*would))

Claudius Silvanus moves all the stuff to Herschel "WE MUST LEAVE.. " the moose screams with a broken voice at the rest

RatDoto I'm a giant injured rat and I spot a giant horde of dust bunnies

Jonathan Sommer pats Slug-Man on the back.

Jonathan Sommer: "Lets go, pal."

Clayton R. waits for the others to board before flooring it out of there

RatDoto "Guys I see..mercs? I guess"

RatDoto "And who's Slug-man?"

Martin Baron: "#$*%, #($@, @#(% ! Move it Slurm-man! We gotta go now!"

Cas Hutson boards into Herschel, seeing as though the stuff's been moved to there.

GM (GM): With a nasty slurp you pick up the slug and board the hershel express.

Clayton R. yells at the giant rat. "GET INSIDE!" He yells, Hershel, get us out of here as fast as possible as soon as they board."

Martin Baron hurries himself into the Transport, shotgun ready but still unable to spot any mercenaries.

Hershel: Wait!

RatDoto: Wasn't I already inside?

Hershel: ...

Clayton R.: (( I thought you were on top still, my bad ))

GM (GM): You were Doto.

Nicolas Q. walks inside Hershel

RatDoto: *

GM (GM): where ever you want to be.

Hershel: What's the password?

Martin Baron: ( Hershel's becoming more and more of a clowncar. We got all of us, a slugman, and a rat topsider piled in.)

RatDoto: Dust bunnies

Martin Baron: "Dammit! Uh, uh... 5432154321!"

Jonathan Sommer: "... Ice cream?"

RatDoto also there's a horde of mercs driving our way. You think this is a good time?

Hershel: yeah, sure, that works.

Clayton R. glares at Martin for this timing

Claudius Silvanus sits there cuddled up in the corner, still shocked from the earlier revelation

GM (GM): You are exiting the city

Jonathan Sommer: "Play us a tune, Slug Man."

RatDoto "So what do you guys do to pass the time?"

Jonathan Sommer gleefully looks over the loot.

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/zSAJ0l4OBHM

Jonathan Sommer: "Magic tricks, rat boy. Magic tricks."
"And drinking."
"Mostly drinking."

GM (GM): The slugman somehow spots Cas' note.

RatDoto "Anything else?"

Martin Baron lets out a sigh of relief, catching his breath at the rat Topsider. "Hey... You awake, you rat bastard?"

Slugman: Hey, a Scytale code!

RatDoto "Yes I'm awake and seemingly more oriented now"

GM (GM): The topsider sturs.
He is awake

Martin Baron waves away RatDoto, "No, no, the other rat, not you man, you're fine."

RatDoto mutters "aside from amnesia"

GM (GM): The big one, right.

Cas Hutson: "Huh? Scytale code? You mean this scrap of paper?" Cas questions, perking up at the Slugman as he lets him see the note.

GM (GM): The slug explains that its a coded message. Each letter corresponds to another afew letters down.

RatDoto "Got anything to chew? Anything would work"

Martin Baron: "No funny moves Topsider. Soon as we get out of his duststorm, we're booting you out."

GM (GM): You're supposed to make a spool thing with so many sides and wrap the message around it.

Martin Baron: ( *this )

Nicolas Q.: I'm topsider right?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Topsiders are the bad guys))

Martin Baron: ( http://i.makeagif.com/media/8-19-2015/ubcl4Z.gif )

Nicolas Q.: And I assume I'm one for being the newbie

Jonathan Sommer: ((No no))

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin with a fierce glare "No... we drop him off somewhere safe..."

Martin Baron: ( They're pure humans in shrinkwrapped suits hunting mutants to kill off the mutagen. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((OH NO GIANT TOPSIDER))

RatDoto How about I chew its suit?

Martin Baron: ( It's taken off, Clayton took it. But you played Fallout Nicolas? )
( Imagine it like the Enclave, I guess. )
( But in Apple branded suits hunting down furries like it's out of style. )

GM (GM): Yeah, although more extreme. They don't take slaves.

Jonathan Sommer: ((They hate immunes like Clayton a lot, too))

Nicolas Q.: I'm guessing they can die like that one particular movie with aliens dying cuzz germs man

Claudius Silvanus: (( They kinda do... just one part to enslave. Their brain ))

Martin Baron: ( Oh yeah, one hole in their suit causes them to turn into giant monsters. )
( Though if they're knocked out and then mutate, they become an animal mutant. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((If they are on drugs, they half mutate))

GM (GM): And those animal mutants are kind of the player characters.

Cas Hutson ponders as he looks at the note. "So I gotta do this to get the actual message?" Cas asked. He began to fold the corners of the note first, to see what he'll get from that.

GM (GM): Although they can also be immune to the virus and people normal humants.

RatDoto "I'll just sit tight then, seeing as I have no idea what to do and you seem to have a clue"

Martin Baron: "Why should we? This bastard's lucky enough to live past napalm and mercenaries wanting to rip his brain out, I say we shouldn't spoil him by giving this murderer a ride all the way out to where other mutants are."

GM (GM): Without making out a spool, you gather the first like is ATTA and the second is ENDT
Roll...Invention or a craft skill!

Jonathan Sommer: "Why does that matter? We got the guns, he has nothing."

Cas Hutson: ( Oh, invention? Hm.. )
( Just 1d100?)

GM (GM): +10

Cas Hutson: (Ahh)

GM (GM): Get over 60

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+10
(71)+10= 81

RatDoto scavenges to find something to do

GM (GM): using you own fingers you get a three line message

Martin Baron: "You ever seen a Topsider mutant in Endtown? I haven't, but I hear they're total crazies man, they're not fit for it."

Line 1

ATTACK

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(16)+25= 41

Claudius Silvanus gets up all angry "SPOIL HIM? LISTEN TO YOURSELF FOR A SECOND. YOU'RE AS BAD AS ONE OF THE NDDC GUYS. INSTEAD OF RIPPING HIS BRAINS OUT YOU WANT TO ABANDON HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. WHAT'S ONE DEATH FROM THE OTHER? ONE IS INSTANTNOUS, THE OTHER IS PROLONGED AND HORRIBLE. MAYBE HIS OLD FRIENDS FIND HIM AND FINISH THE JOB EVER THOUGHT OF THAT?"

Claudius Silvanus is looking like he can take on the whole world.

GM (GM): You may try to pester the topsider rat.

Jonathan Sommer freezes and stares at Claude.

Line 2

ENDTOWN

Clayton R.: "Shut up Claude."
RatDoto scavenges
Line 3

Claudius Silvanus decks Clayton

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(77)+25= 102

Jonathan Sommer: "Hey, hey, hey!"

Martin Baron: ( "Everyone hates Clayton." )

RatDoto hmm?

THREE_DAYS

Jonathan Sommer grabs Claude by the shoulder.

RatDoto starts inspecting loot

Claudius Silvanus: (( Sorry man... You don't piss off the moose ))

line 4

GM (GM): BOMB_RUN

Martin Baron draws the taser, clicking it to make it spark. "Stand down Claud, dammit!"

ATTACK, ENDTOWN, THREE_DAYS, BOMB_RUN. That appears to be the message.

RatDoto: (GM what did rat find?)

Clayton R. shoots a glare back at Claud, He tries to laugh it off, but he is obviously wheezing under his mask

GM (GM): Doto! You inspect the loot. Alot of 4 rifles and some armor, as expected from mercs.

Martin Baron: "What we're doing is far kinder than what anybody else in Hillside would do! If you had a mass murderer on your hands, what'd you do with him?! Give him a slap on the wrist and send him into a community full of people he just loves to kill?"

RatDoto places loot aside and scavenges for more loot

GM (GM): You also find a large axe. At least over 100 lbs.

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(49)+25= 74

Jonathan Sommer: "Wait, hold on."

GM (GM): Bit of lag there.

Jonathan Sommer: "... Endtown?"

GM (GM): Well, technically only cas is reading the message since moose and bandage man are discussing putting a rat in a blender.

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin "They will kill him you know? Like they tried to kill me, like they tried to kill my buddy. There will be no question asked. You'll leave them there in the desert, pissing his pants thinking of what will happen when they will come for him. And when they will come from him I can guarantee you he'll be begging for his life, but there won't be any mercy."

RatDoto "Pardon me Cas, would you mind filling me in on what they're arguing about?"

Martin Baron: "Then why not just kill him here and now then, huh! Why not just do that!"

GM (GM): (( Endtown in this game: https://youtu.be/P8ghXxXyAuw ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Good job Martin, you reminded Claud of Hillside escape. ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I knew it, GM))

Nicolas Q.: .....

Claudius Silvanus glares at Martin "Then come on, hotshot, you have a gun. Put it against his head and pull the trigger. Will you also say this is for his own good?"

Cas Hutson manages to get the message after taking the time to do a spool. He read over the message to himself, before looking over at the other group members. Telling someone of the message wouldn't be a bad idea at this point. Eyeing over at Doto, he simply shrugs. "Dunno, don't care of their blabber," Cas replies.

RatDoto picks up a rifle and aims outside the window

GM (GM): RatDoto, you see that the storm has passed and the city has again disappeared.

RatDoto fires a round towards the sky

Clayton R. looks back at Claud and then the Topsider-turned-rat, "You coherent enough to talk mutie?" he asks the the topsider

Jonathan Sommer jumps at the firing of a round.

GM (GM): The rat looks at you.

Ratopsider:
You were burned?

GM (GM): (( Looks at clayton, sorry.))

RatDoto scavenges for a medpack

Martin Baron curls up his fingers. He's done far worse than shooting a person in the head, biting his lip as he tries to avoid responding. The gunshot makes him jump, a surprised glare shot towards RatDoto.

Clayton R. chuckles, "Only a little... no, I nearly got decapitated."

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(15)+25= 40

Ratop: Ah, I was burned.

Cas Hutson moves over to Martin, nudging his arm before handing him the message. "I found out the message on that note from earlier," Cas notes, pointing at the note.

GM (GM): Despite your best efforts ratdoto there are no med packs besides what is already found.

RatDoto "Are you guys ever going to inspect the supposed bomb described on the note?"

GM (GM): It's immaculate in transports. Like an iStore

Jonathan Sommer: "Hey, rat boy. Give me some shotgun shells while you're at it."

Martin Baron: "Never got to read it, let me see..."

GM (GM): The rats eyes widen, "I was burned!" he shouts.

RatDoto asks rat kin "By what?"

Martin Baron takes the folded up note and reads the message, his eyes widening in fear once complete.

Clayton R. nods, odd that the rat was so cooperative now. "Yeah. I could tell from your suit... How are you feeling now?.. you seem, less insane." He doesn't mention the fact that he wields a flamethrower quite frequently.

The tiny rat runes circles wildly in the transport screaming, "Fire! FIRE! Can't put it out!"

Claudius Silvanus decides to drop the convo for now and goes back to work on the drone, his usually happy look is gone and instead a sour grimace paints on his face

GM (GM): The rat is now in a fury, convinced there is a fire everywhere.

Clayton R. mutters to himself. "Suppose not."

Cas Hutson: "Know anything about something called Endtown?"

Clayton R.: (( I'll try to grab him ))

RatDoto persists in scavenging for a medpack
RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(93)+25= 118
Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(41)+30= 71
a wily one he is

Ratopsider: You did this to me! The fire won't stop! I'll take you all to hell with me!" He shouts as he leaps for the newly acquired hand grenades

GM (GM): he will dodge as part of his leap.

Jonathan Sommer looks at Cas. "I still don't know what that is."
GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(97)+30= 127

Clayton R. eye's widen. "Take him down!"

GM (GM): Sheeet.

Martin Baron: "Yeah... Thanks Cas." Martin says, preparing to speak to the others until the rat makes a leap.
( Can I roll to hit with taser? )

Clayton R.: (( He still has to grab one and pull the pin so there is that ))

GM (GM): He has his hands on a grenade! He has his hand on a ring ready to pull!

Clayton R.: fugg

GM (GM): You may now roll to attack again!

Martin Baron: ( I might be able to hit him mid jump )

Ratopsider: PUT THE FIRE OUT!

RatDoto use axe on rat

Clayton R. yells back in a last ditch attempt. "STOP! There is no fire!"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I bash him out of Herschel?

Martin Baron: "#@*% !"

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(97)+25= 122

Clayton R.: (( why is he so good all the sudden fuck ))

GM (GM): Welp, RatDoto is about to literally cream the guy.
Sure.

Martin Baron: ( I want to see where the axe will go. )

Clayton R.: (( Oh, I mistook ratdoto for Topsider rat ))

Amid the rambling RatDoto drops the massive axe on the rat.

Martin Baron: ( Where at mang? Head, arms, body? )
( Should probably hit the arms, make him drop the grenade. And his hands. )

GM (GM): Giant Weapons: 1d100+100(150)
Just to point out the damage.

Martin Baron: ( That bitch be dead. )

GM (GM): That's up to Nicky Q!

Nicolas Q.: Should I roll for damage?
Including strength

Cas Hutson: (Welp the topsider rat's gonna be squished under that axe)

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, a 122's a definite hit, his dodge move is over. )

GM (GM): Well, we can just say 180 damage.

Martin Baron: ( Be best to say where you're aiming or DM will aim for you. )

GM (GM): I should point out, that you would not be able to lift this axe if you weren't carrying absolutely nothing.
Oh yeah, that would be horrible

Nicolas Q.: Well I haven't mentioned that I was carrying anything

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 112
(1)+112= 113

Martin Baron: ( Jesus christ man )

Jonathan Sommer: ((AW SHIT))

Claudius Silvanus: (( He still kills him right? ))

Nicolas Q.: Best roll

Martin Baron: ( This is the equivalent of nicking him, but the nick is still 5 foot deep into his body. )

GM (GM): Welp, you smash the rat

The axe clears him like nothing and is lodged into the floor of the transport.

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin and Clay with disgust and at the new Rat... "You got your wish..."

RatDoto chews what remains of the rat

Jonathan Sommer stares in bewilderment.

GM (GM): A sick oil squits up from the floor and you notice that indeed, the pin has been pulled.

Jonathan Sommer: "Whoa, whoa!"

RatDoto throws grenade belt out the window

Clayton R. shrugs, "May as well dump the body now."

GM (GM): You have 10 seconds to move 20 feet!

Clayton R.: (( Wait, are the grenades out or in? ))
(( if they are out, get us out of here in this super fast transporter))

RatDoto scavenges for a medkit

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I kick it out? ))

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(23)+25= 48

GM (GM): (( I'll give you that one Nicolas just because you established the window was open already. Very clever.))

Nicolas Q.: ;P

GM (GM): You can kick Nic, claud.

Jonathan Sommer gives Doto the side-eye as he grabs a few shells from the pile to load his revolver.

RatDoto continues to scavenge for a medpack

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(43)+25= 68

GM (GM): Nicolas next thing, mind damage.

Martin Baron: "Sweet $%*^ing Christ." Martin mutters at what little remains of the Topsider.

RatDoto: (I've established I'm currently using his carcass as chewing gum)

GM (GM): Still nothing.

Jonathan Sommer: ((I think I'm going to be taking MP damage from today's events.))

GM (GM): Alright RatDoto, final lesson for the day: You incur stress usually when you kill somebody. Although he was a topsider, he was blood...rat blood.
Roll 3d10

RatDoto "Do you guys have any medical supplies?"

Cas Hutson looks at the giant rat, quietly swearing under his breath.

Claudius Silvanus: (( How big is Doto? ))

Nicolas Q.: (Does mind come into play?)

Clayton R. stares at the rat blankly, taken aback after what happened

RatDoto: (6-7 Feet)

Claudius Silvanus: (( Perfect match ))

GM (GM): 6-7' tall.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Claude is 7' ))

GM (GM): You can trade clothes!

Claudius Silvanus glares at Doto "At least have some dignity and bury him."

Nicolas Q.: So does mind come to play in this stress roll?

Martin Baron reaches silently into his pockets as RatDoto chews on what remains of the topsider, looking about the cabin for a non-existent medkit.

GM (GM): Yes. Your mind stat determines your total mind points.
Your mind is 5 so you have 50.

RatDoto "Are you the one still bleeding and have no clue what the hell is going on?"

Claudius Silvanus: (( He has 5 mind? Jesus Christ... ))

GM (GM): The trick is that you can go below zero, to -50

RatDoto: rolling 3d10 +
(1+1+2)= 4

RatDoto: (Dear god I started out pathetic, now stone cold XD)

Hershel: I haven't been moving. Someone dropped a giant axe through my transhaft!

Jonathan Sommer: "..."
"What now, hornet head?"

RatDoto "Would someone please give me a med pack"

GM (GM): Oh yeah, did anyone actually patch him up?

RatDoto: Nope

Claudius Silvanus grabs a bag and points it at Doto "SPIT HIM OUT, YOUCRAZY @$*^%!"

RatDoto: Why did you think I was looking for a medpack the entire damn time

RatDoto stares at bag in confusion

Claudius Silvanus yells "WHAT'S LEFT OF THE RAT YOU IDIOT"

GM (GM): ((Preventative care?))

RatDoto "But I'm hungry"

Clayton R. covers his head for a moment, trying to block all the noise out from the commotion around him. He points to the dead rat being argued over. "We settle this and the problem with hershel."

Claudius Silvanus: HUNGRY? YOU'RE EATING ANOTHER HUMAN BEING YOU CRAZY SON OF A GUN! NOW SPIT HIM OUT BEFORE I TAZE YOUR ASS INTO OBLIVION.

RatDoto steps outside and looks around

RatDoto: rolling 3d100 + 25
(65+100+27)+25= 217
rolling 1d100 + 25
(45)+25= 70
(WHoops)

Jonathan Sommer attempts to pull the axe off.

Claudius Silvanus: (( This is scene, my God. It's like Full Metal Jacket insanity ))

RatDoto continues to scout

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(31)+25= 56

Claudius Silvanus: (( Two guys are arguing over a corpse that one of them is chewing on and the rest are like "We're past the point of no return ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((When does it turn into Platoon?))

RatDoto "Shouldn't we confirm our surroundings first?"

RatDoto swallows rat meat paste

RatDoto: (Honestly my character has amnesia and is rapidly changing personalities throughout the session)

Clayton R. walks back toward Martin, handing the zero gun off to him. "Get rid of this please." he makes no other motions and he settles up in the front.

Claudius Silvanus noticing what has happened walks outside of the transport and vomits.

GM (GM): RatDoto, your scouting has yielded not much. Miles and miles of not much. The sun is hot and the dusty ground is dry. Wait, you see some dots in the distance... To the east.

RatDoto inspects east

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(28)+25= 53

Jonathan Sommer: ((I swear...))

GM (GM): (Yeah that.)

GM (GM): Okay.

RatDoto "We might have company"

GM (GM): You only have to hit him in the head for 30 hp to knock him out but, there you go.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'll do that... Claude has had enough ))

Martin Baron steps outside the transport, tossing the zero gun to the dust. "I bet we do, pal."

GM (GM): Well, I'm pretty on the fence. What do you guys think, would Ratdoto have schism syndrome?

RatDoto "What's that gun?"

Claudius Silvanus: (( That or at least heavy head damage

Jonathan Sommer: ((He's showing odd behaviors...))

RatDoto: (Rough beginnings man)

Clayton R. watches from the back, "It's pretty junk if you aren't human. "

Claudius Silvanus looking back at Doto, grabs the shock lance and will go for Doto's head...

GM (GM): Actually for this campaign it's pretty tame.

RatDoto "We got space?"

GM (GM): Doto! You are being taz'd by Martin.

RatDoto senses something

Martin Baron still has the taser drawn, finger off the button. "Maybe."

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(13)+25= 38
(welp)

Martin Baron jabs the taser into RatDoto, sparks shooting out of the prongs into him.

GM (GM): Resistance: roll 1d100+12. You must beat 110

Jonathan Sommer: ((You sense yourself being tazed))

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 12
(78)+12= 90

Claudius Silvanus: (( If Martin's doesn't work, I'll taze him myself for good measure ))

GM (GM): Actually very close.

Martin Baron: rolling 1d10
(4)= 4

GM (GM): You are out for a full minute.

RatDoto "Arghh!"

RatDoto slumps down into the dust

Jonathan Sommer: "Hell."

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin "What now... the guy's a maniac..."

Martin Baron puts the taser away, hand shaking a slight bit. He turns back to Claud and responds "Don't look now."

GM (GM): Ah geez, he really is a rat ogre! Snikt! Snkt!

Nicolas Q.: (So what now?)

Claudius Silvanus 's eyes open wide. "Y... you're not..."

Martin Baron: ( Shooting with shotgun. I'm taking the heat. Sorry pal. )

Jonathan Sommer sticks his head out of the transporter.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I intercept tackle? ))

GM (GM): Oh, there was a line back there and it waved as we flew by

Jonathan Sommer: "What're you crazy monkeys doing?"

Clayton R. sits back in the transporter, feigning ignorance

GM (GM): ((Sure.))

Nicolas Q. attempt to wake up

Martin Baron grabs his shotgun from Hershel, making sure it's loaded. He prepares to fire.

RatDoto attempt to wake up

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah sorry Martin. Claude hated Old Yeller. ))

Nicolas Q.: (So what do I roll?)

Martin Baron: ( Do what you do. )
( I do what I do. All's fair here. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Shit... Melee bonus was 5*AGL?))

Martin Baron: ( You hit, things go your way. You miss, I shoot. )

Nicolas Q.: (So I wake up now?)

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+30
(43)+30= 73

Martin Baron: (Rolling to dodge.)
rolling 1d100+45
(56)+45= 101

GM (GM): You're kind of in desparate situation here Doto!

Claudius Silvanus: (( Sorry man... I've tried ))

Jonathan Sommer aims his revolver at Martin...

Martin Baron: ( Roll damage? )

RatDoto: (My main trait is basically no clue what is going on)

Jonathan Sommer: "Hey, pal."

Slugman: Wait!

Jonathan Sommer turns to Slugman.

RatDoto groggily gets up

Claudius Silvanus slams into the dust as he weezes past Martin. He turns aroudn to see the full view of that one scene he never liked. "STOP! FOR GOD'S SAKE."

GM (GM): Just because he killed a guy and ate his remains doesn't mean you should blast someone else!

Martin Baron: "Jonathan, you don't know what the #$(% you're doing."

Jonathan Sommer: "You're right. Just going with these instincts."

RatDoto "Why are you two trying to kill each other when we have to get moving?"
Sure: , he is running around naked, barely knows where he is or what he is doing, and he eats the dead and surrounding archetecture but, uh... I forgot where I was going with this...

Clayton R.: "transporter needs repairs"

RatDoto "There's something in the east and we're stuck here"

Martin Baron: "Stay down." Martin responds to RatDoto, keeping 12 gauge aimed at his center mass.

Jonathan Sommer: "Com'on, Martin."

Claudius Silvanus gets up and looks at Clayton "And your resident mechanic needs repairs too, smartass. I can see the leaking oil, patch that leak, smartass."

RatDoto "Huh, thought I'd be more scared look down a barrel"

Cas Hutson: (Sorry, went off for a bit)

RatDoto looks east, scouting

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(51)+25= 76

GM (GM): (( No prob. They are about to kill ratdoto.))

Nicolas Q.: (Yep)

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin "...Come on. Just leave him alone here and we'll be on our way."

Nicolas Q.: (Because I ate a corpse)

Martin Baron: "Either we deal with this raving cannibal now, or we bloody #$%!# keep him like a dressed up pet! You're all #$%(!$ crazy!"

Cas Hutson: (Oh? Huh.)

hershel: Well, I don't think we should kill him. He kept me from getting grenades in my chasis!

Jonathan Sommer: "If that's what you want..."

Clayton R.: "How does leaving him here help? You were just on about that minutes ago..."

Cas Hutson: (Guess I didn't miss much while I away otherwise)

Jonathan Sommer points to the collars hanging on Claude's belt.

Hersel: GOING ROUGE!

Claudius Silvanus: ( Oh God... I forgot... ))

GM (GM): Hershel revs up and backs into Martin!

Jonathan Sommer: "Shit!"

RatDoto corrects Hersel "It's rogue not rouge"

Clayton R. reels back, What the hell Hershel!?"

Hershel: Don't correct me!

Martin Baron: ( Roll damage? Or do I have any moves for dodging? )

Nicolas Q.: I assume he drops the 12 gauge

GM (GM): Well, aren't doing any combat tables right now so I can assume you are out.
rolling 1d100+30
(23)+30= 53
Hit
This is just a punt at 10mph so 2d10+40

Martin Baron: ( Cool. )

GM (GM): rolling 2d10+40
(9+1)+40= 50

Claudius Silvanus: (That's a big punt )

GM (GM): Feet equals damage so... You are lauched like an upset spear 50'

Martin Baron: ( 80 / 130 HP. )
( Ah wait, armor )

RatDoto whistles while tracing Martin soaring through the clouds

Cas Hutson peek his head out from the window of Hershel, confusion spread on his face. "The hell happened!?" Cas shouts.

GM (GM): Well, he was just hit by a van.

Martin Baron: ( 270 / 320 )

RatDoto "Hershel went rogue apparently"

Jonathan Sommer shouts over to Martin, "You alright?"

RatDoto "Also I understand not treating me with a medpack, but he's your buddy"

RatDoto "Shouldn't you go treat him?"

Claudius Silvanus rushes to help Martin up.

RatDoto "I'll be inside Hershel"

Martin Baron responds with only curse words, some directed towards Jonathan, others to Hershel, and the rest to RatDoto.

Hershel: Eh, you kept a dozen grenades from blowing up my interior. Favor repaid, brah.

Jonathan Sommer turns his gun towards Doto.

RatDoto walks inside hershel

Jonathan Sommer: "You're not going any where, asshole."

RatDoto "What did I do?"

GM (GM): Ate a dude.

RatDoto "Hershel punted him"

Jonathan Sommer: "The crime of being bonkers."

Clayton R. looks back at Hershel. "I thought you said you were broken down?"

GM (GM): I've got auto repair.

Hershel: couldn't work unless you removed that ax.

RatDoto "Please if I was feral I would've sneaked up on Martin and took his shotgun"

Clayton R. arches a brow. "Nice of you to tell us..."

Claudius Silvanus helps Martin up and then rushes towards RatDoto to tackle him down with one of the shock collar in his hands

RatDoto "Ow"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Back attack again ))

Hershel: ...Didn't you know? Weren't you curious how I'm always in perfect condition? Or that time I was shot with zero guns?

Jonathan Sommer rushes on Doto to help Claude.

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+30
(39)+30= 69

Nicolas Q.: Can I roll to escape?

Claudius Silvanus: ( Bad idea John. Claude is isolated, you can taze Doto as fuck )

GM (GM): Sure.

RatDoto "I'll yield"

Jonathan Sommer brakes and watches the pair intently.

Martin Baron works his way back to Hershel, kicking the front side and spewing curse words before joining the others.

RatDoto puts hands to my chest

Clayton R. shrugs, "iunno man." not really paying attention to Claud

RatDoto shouts at Martin "You think it's unwise to kick the thing literally carrying us through the dust"

RatDoto "But I dunno"

Claudius Silvanus snaps the collar on Doto "Either you behave or you're gonna get zapped so hard you wish the hare would've shot you."

RatDoto "Doubt it, I'd prefer getting zapped over being shot dead"

RatDoto "Still don't know why Hershel is taking Martin's kicks"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, this is certainly a road trip))

Claudius Silvanus gets up from Doto and tosses the controller to John. "You seem to be the most sane at the moment around here..."

GM (GM): (( Oh god, you made those things sessions ago and somehow they actually became useful.))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yes. ))

GM (GM): (( I just want everyone to know, I'm getting a kick out of this.))

RatDoto "Can I sit down now?"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Bonus points for John for remembering it ))

Martin Baron: ( I forgot they existed, that was smart. )

Jonathan Sommer turns to the injured rabbit. "Hey."

RatDoto "Also I would like to ask if we have anything besides guns and liquor"

GM (GM): This whole bit: http://www.ew.com/sites/default/files/styles/tout_image_612x380/public/i/%5Bcurrent-date%3Acustom%3AY%5D/%5Bcurrent-date%3Acustom%3Am%5D/%5Bcurrent-date%3Acustom%3Ad%5D/last-man-on-earth_1.jpg?itok=HScCKXYR

Martin Baron: ( Oh yeah, Nicolas, no hard feelings towards you or anything, not even your character. Just playing how the character I got would've reacted. )

RatDoto "You makes us seem American"

Nicolas Q.: (None taken)
(My character has plenty of screws loose)

GM (GM): Or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W5CRdNB-_4

Claudius Silvanus waves his hand "I don't care. I'm tired of all of this..." he goes back "And any of you #$@!$*!s begtter not inerrupt me while I try to reprogram the drone. Last thing we need is 9mm swiss cheese."

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah I mean I play Claude so irrationally it hurts. ))
(( Everett would probably join in with Martin's assumption ))

Martin Baron: "#$*% off Jon..." Martin grumbles, making his way to the cots.

Nicolas Q. "Claudius, wording. a 9mm swiss cheese would be delightful right now"

Martin Baron: ( I once kicked a dog man to death because of a knife fight I got in with him once )

Jonathan Sommer sighs and sits by Hershel.

Nicolas Q. "Considering we have nothing to eat apparently"

Martin Baron: ( Was totally sick man )

Claudius Silvanus: (( There was a lot of things. Everett almost strangled a vulture to death in a fit of rage until Clay here pulled him off and punted him. ))
(( Ever since then our characters are in constant slapfights ))

Cas Hutson: (I got two cans of beans and a water over here Nic)

RatDoto "Got a medpack Cas?"

GM (GM): Oh yeah, you guys are as big a threat to eachother than anything. Pretty fitting for the comic.

Jonathan Sommer nods to Claude. "We don't have to keep him around, ya know."

Claudius Silvanus waves his arms "Whatever. You can eat what's left of my breakfast there." and points to the pile of vomit

RatDoto "I'm sitting here with an open bitemark for about 3 hours now"

Martin Baron: ( Good thing I'm indestructible. )

Jonathan Sommer: "We could just... go."

Cas Hutson shakes his head. "Don't got any medpack on me," Cas replied.

Claudius Silvanus walks towards Martin "Hey... give me that armour of yours. It has dents."

RatDoto "On that note, what's on the distance to the east"

Martin Baron: ( Oh yeah, we're totally forgetting what he saw in the east. All that time we spent, they're probably right on top of us. )

GM (GM): (( Actually, no one has a medpack.))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Mana was our team medic... ))

RatDoto: (THEN WHY DID YOU MENTION IT SO LONG AGO?!)

Martin Baron: ( He did while you were rooting through the items taken. )

GM (GM): (( The team doc is out! Now you have to pay out of pocket!))

RatDoto "Well, considering what was to the east is pretty much nothing"

Claudius Silvanus: (( Where is Mana these days anyway, GM. ))

RatDoto "That or they were enjoying the show"

GM (GM): ((He's catching up on commissions.))

Martin Baron takes the dinged Lalamar Scale Military vest off and tosses it to Claud. He puts his head in his hands as he tries to calm himself down.

Martin Baron: ( Plus it's Monday, can't blame him for not being here. )

Clayton R.: (( I gotta go guys. ))

RatDoto "Hey Martin"

Clayton R.: (( See you all later ))

GM (GM): That's true. 1600.

Jonathan Sommer: ((See ya, Clayton))

GM (GM): Can you stay a min for xp?

Martin Baron: ( Was fun having you here Clayton, you have a good rest of the week man )

RatDoto "You forgot your 12-gauge"

RatDoto: (Bye Clayton)

GM (GM): ((Okay fly man!))
Clayton R.: (( I just felt way too absent, and out of it today for me to contribute much ))

Claudius Silvanus starts repairing it...

Cas Hutson: ((See ya Clay!))

Martin Baron: ( Aw it's fine man. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( See ya Clay ))

GM (GM): Naaah, you fine.

RatDoto: (NP)

GM (GM): Lates!

Martin Baron: ( Also Claud it's 270 out of 320 HP )

Claudius Silvanus: (( What should I roll to repair it? ))
(( Yeah and we have 200 HP worth of scrap. Plus that's how Claud calms down. ))

GM (GM): 90 or better

Claudius Silvanus: (( Don't interrupt his Zen ))
rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(95)+35+20+10= 160

RatDoto mutters to self "Huh, practically ignored"

Martin Baron takes the shotgun from the collared RatDoto, pumping it repeatedly to remove all of the shells. No response was given other than a glare.

GM (GM): It has its repaired, you've programmed it to respond to audio phrases!

Claudius Silvanus changes a few busted and dented plates and hands it back to Martin "All done..."

RatDoto scavenges for insulators

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(90)+25= 115

Martin Baron: ( My Doom Marine suit is fully repaired, thanks mang. )

GM (GM): It will not [attack] when [mutants] now!

Jonathan Sommer: ((And Martin was the demons))

GM (GM): You find BEANS

Claudius Silvanus goes back to debugging the drone.... again

Martin Baron grunts out a word that sounds like thanks, putting the repaired suit back on.

RatDoto "Food"

Claudius Silvanus: (( How good of a roll I have to have to make the thing work? ))

RatDoto uses his teeth as a can opener

GM (GM): Its working now.
That was on top of the repair.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Well to make IFF fire at topsiders not us ))

GM (GM): I'll get some stats for that next week.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Basically turn the Gen ID around ))

RatDoto starts skulking down beans

Claudius Silvanus: (( It will try to kill anything pure ))

Cas Hutson: ((Wait, Martin. Did I hand you the note and didn't get it back?))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Like your waifu ))

Martin Baron: ( Crap, that's right. )

Jonathan Sommer puts his hat down and shakes his head at today's events.

GM (GM): Let's do xp!

RatDoto "Hey, John what's that north?"

Jonathan Sommer: "Wastes,:
"Maybe beans."

Cas Hutson: (Wait GM!)

GM (GM): Yep?

Martin Baron stands up in fear as he remembers something, jumping off the cot and pulling out the note from his pockets as he rushes to the others. "#$(% #$(* %#(#, I forgot, guys! This message is talking about Endtown! A $%(^#@) bomb run!"

RatDoto "about an hour"

Cas Hutson: (Sorry, just wanted to have Martin say something.)

Claudius Silvanus tries to concentrate "What the $@^! is a bomb run?"

Martin Baron: ( Oh yeah, if you were wondering Nicolas, the censored curse words is just something that's done in the comic. )

RatDoto "Does it have a date?"

Cas Hutson: "Yeah, three days it said on that note," Cas added.

Martin Baron: "No, no it's just 4 lines. Attack, Endtown, 3 Days, Bomb run. I don't know what the hell they're planning, but we have to go back now."

RatDoto "Also where are we going?"

RatDoto "How long ago did we get the note?"

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin "You have to be kidding me. They're armed to the teeth! At least give me time to see if I can do something to give us an angle! "

Martin Baron: ( Found a picture of our RatDoto. http://orig07.deviantart.net/124d/f/2014/083/c/3/skaven_rat_ogre_by_petrovi4-d7bfy2m.jpg )
( Maybe less green crystals jutting out of his back, but the giant size and the ax fits. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((VICTORY))

RatDoto "Wait why are we going back to the city that is getting bombed?"

Claudius Silvanus looks at the drone... and at the guns

Martin Baron: "I don't know, I don't know, just... Christ, we gotta go and warn them or something! $#%(^@ Mutts once snuck past their security, I'm betting a city's worth of bombs can!"

GM (GM): (( Because it has a doctor, and food, and furniture))

Jonathan Sommer: ((And booze))

Martin Baron: ( It's the name of the game too. )

RatDoto "So why are we literally going back to the giant suited dude?"

RatDoto "Also I'm surprised he doesn't do anything really"

GM (GM): (( The what now?))

Martin Baron: ( Ah no, that wasn't Endtown man. )
( That was something else. )

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin and rubs his race "Give me a minute to think... We have the NDDC suit right? We could use that to track them right? I think Clay was using it to track targets

RatDoto: (Then in that case it's perfectly reasonable"

Martin Baron: ( Rubs his race. )

GM (GM): That's endtown.

Jonathan Sommer: ((That was the GM showing Topsiders))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Race, face... ))
(( It rhymes ))
Anyway

Martin Baron: "Cas said that he saw this note with red bird feathers on it, probably belonged to him or something."

Claudius Silvanus: ...Oh dear Lord. THE BIRD! It fled

Claudius Silvanus slaps his head "There was a bird there and it just slipped unnoticed."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wait... who does the bird work for?))

Cas Hutson: "Yeah. Also, got these letters bundled together with a string too. Might be from the bird as well."

Martin Baron: ( The baseball team. )

GM (GM): (( Good question!))

Martin Baron: ( For next week though )

Jonathan Sommer: ((There's so many mysteries, man))
(I still want to know about the coyote)

Let's bookmark here and continue this next week!

RatDoto: (It's funny you literally brought a guy who appeared pathetic without checking where he came from incessantly)

Claudius Silvanus gets up "Okay... I've never been to Endtown. If they're decent folk we might want to go there to warn them

Martin Baron: ( Oh yeah, we're really bad about that. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( BTW... how Flask will react to us is... gonna be bad. VERY bad ))

RatDoto: (Totally not shady)

Claudius Silvanus: (( Unless we can distract her ))

C. Jeffrey: WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT CELL, GM

Claudius Silvanus: (( Got yarn? ))

RatDoto: (Not to mention I'm naked"

C. Jeffrey: The truth will be revealed!

GM (GM): ( And now you have a shock collar and gun to your head. Checks and balances!)

Martin Baron: ( "You shitters spent a week and a half shitting about the wasteland, and not ONCE have you ever gone in the direction of the fucking nukes?!"

GM (GM): They didn't have a transporter.

Claudius Silvanus: (( "AND WHERE IS THAT $@!^&! RED PANDA BUDDY OF YOURS ))
(( Oh god, the many questions asked ))

Martin Baron: And this was after she held us all at gunpoint and only allowed us to live if we give her some nukes for her birthday party

C. Jeffrey: while Jon is pick pocketing her

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah do we want to go back to Endtown is the question... ))

RatDoto: (GM you forgot to mention that I'm still injured from that many eyed creature)

Martin Baron: Nah, you weren't here yet

Claudius Silvanus: (( We're fucked ))

GM (GM): No, you still are.

RatDoto: ((Yep))

Cas Hutson: ((Well we got three days..))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Unless me, Cas, John and Doto will do it ))

C. Jeffrey: We got three injured dudes
Great

RatDoto: ((Better not waste it on drinking))

GM (GM): You got a mark on half your torso like a reese's

RatDoto: ((ANd it's left exposed for 4 hours now)

Martin Baron: I took no damage, so I'm good
My MP's gonna tank though

C. Jeffrey: Ah, two then

RatDoto: Wait who's the other one that's injured?

C. Jeffrey: Clayton is just walking it off
No problamo

RatDoto: XD

C. Jeffrey: His hand got exploded

Claudius Silvanus: (( Is it? I mean Martin you haven't killed anyone ))

GM (GM): Alright everyone gets +40 xp. I thought that was some good stuff.

RatDoto: What about me?
I killed and ate a rat

Cas Hutson: ((Yeah, but how are we gonna do that without a transporter, Claud? Drop the four of us off when nearby Endtown to handle the bomb situation?))

RatDoto: And walked it off like nothing

C. Jeffrey: I know I'm getting MP damage from that act of cannibalism

Claudius Silvanus: (( There's still a problem GM. How to handle the revelation of Claude killing all the people ? ))

GM (GM): You get +40
Well, you are fresh, cherry!

RatDoto: Yay

GM (GM): Martin's character has been through things!

Claudius Silvanus: I think some MP damage to Claude would be applicable

RatDoto: Starting exp even though I'm the only guy who killed a thing this entire session

Claudius Silvanus: Given well... today was a hell of a day

RatDoto: Yep

C. Jeffrey: Now...

GM (GM): Actually in this system you get xp for heroic acts more than anything.

C. Jeffrey: Who's the MVP?

RatDoto: Oh
Well
That's not going to be good for me

GM (GM): pg 95.

Claudius Silvanus: Either Nic or John

RatDoto: Going to have to read that for next week

GM (GM): 93 sorry.

Claudius Silvanus: Gonna flip a coin. Nic 1, John 2
rolling 1d2
(1)= 1
Nic for saving us from the nade

RatDoto: ._.
Magic

GM (GM): And the rat

Claudius Silvanus: And making us kill ourselves

Martin Baron: I say John for tossing the mutant at the mercenaries, though the grenade save is commendable

C. Jeffrey: I didn't do that

Claudius Silvanus: Don't forget the collar idea

GM (GM): Your idea. Close enough!

Martin Baron: Yeah but you had the grappling rope

GM (GM): Yes.

RatDoto: Though my character is taking his predicament pretty well I guess

Claudius Silvanus: Martin asked for collars, Claude made them, John remembered them to use on Doto

C. Jeffrey: TOO well

RatDoto: Even though he literally has no idea what's going on

Claudius Silvanus: In other words - it's a team effort

RatDoto: group effort

GM (GM): That is until someone sits on the button and he is shocked for too long!

Claudius Silvanus: John has the remote right now

C. Jeffrey: Turns out he's into it

GM (GM): +10 to the both of yas.

Claudius Silvanus: Oh God no

RatDoto: It's only worthy of a team effort when you guys stop pointing shotguns at each other
Instead of the strangers at the distance

GM (GM): Correct.

Claudius Silvanus: OH

RatDoto: Instead point*

Claudius Silvanus: You have no idea
How many times we've fought ourselves

GM (GM): That is a important part of the comic, actually.
4

RatDoto: Literally the only character consistently saying
We should probably look at that

GM (GM): 3 with actual firearms.

Claudius Silvanus: To the point Martin killed a man in broad daylight
And Everett ignored gunwounds in his arm to chew on Clay's face

Martin Baron: Which one was that?

Claudius Silvanus: The toad

GM (GM): Its kind of Endtown: Suicide Squad, really.

C. Jeffrey: Jon lost a pal

Martin Baron: Oh fuck yeah, forgot about him

Claudius Silvanus: I mean

GM (GM): Oh yeah.

RatDoto: So I'm killer croc for literally being a cannibal?

Martin Baron: Yeah, and his biggest crime was "taking a photo of some really shady shit"

GM (GM): You should suffer some mp for that. Maybe later.

Martin Baron: Shady shit that I was doing too

Claudius Silvanus: I mean in all honesty Claude is still holding on pretty morally sound
Which is... admirable

Martin Baron: And I excused all of my really fucking stupid, edgy actions on "low MP".

GM (GM): No, it's just the cannibalism thing is a hilarious, but terrible thing in the comic.

RatDoto: MP?

C. Jeffrey: Mind Points

Claudius Silvanus: Heh

RatDoto: kek

GM (GM): I mean just whole chapters on the wrongness of it.

Claudius Silvanus: The stupid edgy shit of being a damn BOSS FIGHT

GM (GM): Yeah. It's a tragedy.

RatDoto: Huh really?

Claudius Silvanus: Not only you managed to slip out of grasp of 3 characters, you made poor Everett go insane

C. Jeffrey: Yeah


GM (GM): Oh yeah. That reminds me, I hope you don't mind some homework.

Martin Baron: He really was, diving about the muck and water, and Martin was poisoned too, fought everyone else, and then edgy-leaped to him to shoot him in the face

C. Jeffrey: We're all still humans some what

RatDoto: Should I feel bad that I don't know who Everett is?

Martin Baron: Nah

C. Jeffrey: He's Claude's old character

GM (GM): Probably not

Claudius Silvanus: Everett is my old character
He survived

GM (GM): And now he fixes things.

RatDoto: So guys
What are the chances that you guys will shoot me in the back?

C. Jeffrey: Depends

GM (GM): ... Wear a vest.

Claudius Silvanus: Claude will not

RatDoto: Correction GM
Wear clothes

Claudius Silvanus: But be weary of Moose Tackle

Cas Hutson: Depends

Martin Baron: Uh, let's see

C. Jeffrey: Better watch out for Martin

Martin Baron: Definitely Martin

C. Jeffrey: Especially if he drinks

Martin Baron: Clayton maybe
Cas if he's paid to do it
Really he'd do anything if he's paid to

Claudius Silvanus: Clay already tried to shoot Everett on so many occassions
And Martin always shot Clay

RatDoto: I find it funny that you guys think I'm insane when I'm the only character not to pull a gun on anyone

Claudius Silvanus: So I'll say
Martin

C. Jeffrey: We take cannibalism seriously

Claudius Silvanus: HE'S CRAZY, GET HIM
HE'S NOT BEING PARANOID ENOUH

Martin Baron: It is pretty serious though

Claudius Silvanus: Yeah Cannibalism is a no-no

Cas Hutson: Yeah

Martin Baron: Like normal society, ya know?

Claudius Silvanus: And to think I wanted to play a cannibal

Someone got that first

RatDoto: I was a pretty chill cannibal

GM (GM): ((Anyway, Nicolas, if you could sit down and pound out the comic it would help you understand the game. Also email me at endtown.rpg@gmail.com and I'll explain the system abit better. Still, you did good job!))