Uplift RPG Session #49.2 (Match Personal Quest)

Let's get started

Match Wakes up and throws off the cover and get up only wearing undegarments

It's a early, cloudy day. The sun just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting shadows across the trailer park. Through the small window of your home you can already see your neighbors out and about for various reasons, two discussing with one another near the paved road, one relaxing on a white plastic chair with a cigarette, and the other in a more decorated trailer just staring into the sky.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Should've used species names, my bad. )
( Alligator smoking, Armadillo and turtle talking, chameleon staring into the sky )

Match raids his fridge and eats and meat he can find in there.

Match then puts on a tattered wife beaten and leaves the trailer.

Match See

Match Sees the chameleon staring in the sky and looks at it.
Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(69)+15= 84

Axl Greez (GM): ( What roll would this be? Perception? )
( At the chameleon or the sky? )

Match: Perseption

Axl Greez (GM): ( Ah well, I'll take it as either or. )

Match: (And at the sky)

The chameleon is staring in two different directions of the sky, both eyes occasionally twitching but not fully focused on any one thing in particular. Looking up in both directions he's looking, the most you can see of any particular note is a cloud shaped like a steak and a bird flying in circles some miles away. He's dressed in a plain, washed out green T-Shirt and khaki shorts, and you can see a distinct shape of some item hidden away in his pocket. He doesn't appear to have even noticed your appearance.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Already see a problem; gotta cut back on the long descriptions. Apologies. )

Match: (Yeah, short and sweet is the best unless your a fast typer.)
"THAT CLOUD looks like a STEAK!"
"And you know wher STEAKS GO!"
"ON A BURNING GRILL!"

Tom: briefly shoots one eye at you before returning back up to the sky. "Wassat? Steak? Ooh... Steak'd be good, yeah... Hn, speakin' of steak, you see that lil' birdee flying out over toward that way?" he says, occasionally slowing down as he speaks before speeding back up.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Ah. How would you do the /me as a character? )

Match /as test

Axl Greez (GM): ( Thank ya )

Match: (Don't know.)

Axl Greez (GM): ( Oh. )

Axl Greez (GM) as Tom

Tom: /me Test

Axl Greez (GM): ( Darn. Oh well, will figure that out later I suppose. /desc will do for now. )

Tom points a wobbly finger toward the sky, very roughly in the direction of the bird.

Tom: "Been there for... How many miles per hour does a cloud go? Eh... Been there for some hours since before sunlight. Prob'ly waiting for somethin' to fall over."

Match: (Wait its a bird, cloud bird?)

Axl Greez (GM): ( Yes. Actually, are there regular animals in this setting? )

Match: (I don't know.)
(Its a not bird)

Axl Greez (GM): ( It's sorta like a bird, but not a bird you'd normally recognize on Earth. )
( Different enough for birds to eat it without feeling an existential dread )
( Man-birds )
( That'll do, I think )

Match: "I'll CHECK OUT BIRD CIRCLE! AND IT CIRCLE OF FIRE IF IT AGINST ME!"

Tom: "You do that, I'll..."

Tom pauses and looks back up into the sky.

A few seconds of silence pass before he looks back to Match and asks "Oh shit, how long've you been standing there?"

Match /me Tries to think about how long he was here.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(13)+15= 28
rolling 1d100 + 15
(58)+15= 73
"I THINK 30 minute!
"NO AN HOUR!"
"AND I GOT BIRD TO BURN!"

Match runs back to his trailer to get supplies."

Tom squints his eyes at you, his eyes darting between you and the ground. Shrugging, he lays back against the chair and while waving you off with the other hand.

Match: (Should I say whats in the trailer?)

Axl Greez (GM): ( Go ahead; your house. )
( Unless you want me to have a go at it )

Match Grabs Burney, HIs best fried and a gas canister.

Match Soon runs off screaming in the trailer park with his weaon up in the air and screaming to the direction of the bird.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Sorry, was looking through the assets thinking there was any map ones there. Just figured out that there aren't any aside from dungeons and taverns )

Match: (want me to go off somewhere else?

Axl Greez (GM): ( You're fine, just about done. )

Match: (And remember to drag the player ribbon to the new ares.)

Axl Greez (GM): ( Was finding pictures to use. Setting them up now. )

Running wildly into the forest, you encounter upon a clearing and the spot the bird was hovering above. A distance away, you see a rooster laying face down onto the grass in a pool of blood.

Match Keeps on running to the chicken, shaking Burney.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Uh... Sorry, ignore the snake. And I do mean ignore it, it's gone, I forgot about the whole animal thing. )

Match Prods the chicken with Burney.

Match: "CHICK MAN ARE YOU DEAD!"

The chicken doesn't respond to your prodding or rise to answer your question.

It would be wise to say that, just perhaps, the chicken's dead.

Match Starts to seach his pockets and take anything from him that inst nailed down.

As you begin to search through the corpse nonchalantly, you take notice that his pockets are turned out already. Aside from a pair of bloody and hole-littered clothes, he doesn't have anything of value on his person.

Match Picks up the Chicken and starts walking back to the trailer park.

Match Muble "NOTHING...DEAD BODY... NOTHING TO BURN!"

Match Carries the body to the owner of the Park.
As you return to the trailer park, a few of the residents give you conflicting stares as you tote the bloody chicken on your back towards the owner's home.
Match: "I FOUND I DEAD BODY IN THE FORREST!"

Match knocks on the dorr again.
Theo: "Dammit rat, someone better be on fire and dyin- Aw, good lord!"
Match: "I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT WHEN I START FIRE!"
Theo: "What happened?!"
Match: "I FOUND THIS IN THE FORREST!"

Match Sets the body on his dining table.
Theo: "Yeah, when YOU start one! I- Oh c'mon, man! I just bought that!"
Theo holds his head in his hands as he groans quietly.
Match: "I dind't have PHONE!"
Theo: "Okay... Okay... Just... Sigh. You said you found this where?"
Match: "I WANTED HIS CLOTHING BUT I KNOW YOU HATE NAKED PEOPLE!"

Match Points to the forrest.
Theo: "Jeez... The man certainly didn' go down quietly or nothin'... You said the forest?"

Match Nods.
Theo scratches at the top of his head. "Dammit... Just what I needed on top of housing all of you folk... Look, just give me a second, I'll call the cops. Hopin' nothin' wild or anything's out there else I gotta pay hunters or somethin'..."
Match: "I CAN HUNT!"

Match Shows off Burney.

Theo grimaces as he sees you raise your beloved weapon. Looking back to the phone, he groans again and mutters.

Match: "Shoul I PUT BURNEY make to bed for COPS!"

Theo: "Fine, fine... If you can somehow find whatever did this and get it, I'll... I'll knock off your next month's payment. Can't be dealin' with payin' out the ass for another league of gunmen sitting on their asses sayin' they'll 'get to it'."

Match: "CAN I GET PAYMENT in different PAY?"

Theo: "What? I mean- What do you want?"

Match: "LIKE A DATE! WE GO OUT AND EAT!"

Theo gives a stronger grimace than the first and looks back to the phone once again.

Match: "... PAYMENT IT IS!"
"Oh thank God." Theo mutters.

Match puts on a gas mask and once again runs out to the forest.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Sorry, converting a file into png. Don't get these different file formats )

Once again returning in a frenzy, you reenter the forest clearing where you encountered the body.

Match Lifts the gas mask for a bit to smell around and to find what is killing.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(30)+15= 45

The smell of blood interferes with other scents, but past that you can just barely make out a unique smell. Tobacco.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Anything else you want to do? )
( Oh hey, any clue how to undo turning something into a map layer? Just wanted to know in case I mess up. )

Match Goes into the forrest to look around.

Match: "I bet IT SMOKING MAN! He Ruin fire with NICOTEEN!"
rolling 1d100 + 15
(22)+15= 37

Axl Greez (GM): ( That smell? )

Match: (Yeah.)

The smell of nicotine is stronger now away from the blood, but still has barely enough of a presence to tell where exactly the trail leads.

Match: "IT TOM!"
"I'M GOING TO BEAT HIM UP AND GET REWARDED!"

Axl Greez (GM): ( Any other actions here or are you heading back to the trailer park? )

Match: (Look at the foot prints.)

Match Looks at the foot prints

Axl Greez (GM): ( Roll perception )

Match: (Totally not his own.)

rolling 1d100 + 15
(46)+15= 61

Axl Greez (GM): ( Match is not a smart cookie )

Looking at the foot prints, you manage to deduce two separate trails. The first leading towards the trailer park on a small set of feet, whose prints match your own, and a much larger set leading away into the trees before drying out. From the print on the ground, you can tell that the prints these belong to was clawed and much larger than normal.

Match Follows the prints.

Match "Tom IS A shape shift! DALE WAS RIGHT ABOUT THOSE REPTILIANS!"

Axl Greez (GM): ( Roll perception hearing )

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(49)+15= 64

Past the breeze in the trees, you hear loud rustling and twigs snap toward the underbrush!

Match Fires first at the underbrush without thinking!

Match: rolling 1d100 + 30
(15)+30= 45

Axl Greez (GM): ( The one he's at right now? )

Match: (Why these low rolls?)

Axl Greez (GM): ( I got no idea. What's the DC for hitting something with fire? )

Match: (Where the snapiing was, or in its ridection.

Axl Greez (GM): ( I got the rules up, but it's not loading for me )

Match: (Same for anything, but I imaging that it would help hitting with hiding in bushes since it was one of the flamethrowers purposes.)

Axl Greez (GM): ( What's it, 40 for torso or 60? Ah whatever. )

Match: 40 for body, 60 for aiming at a certain part of the body.
A roar erupts from the bushes as a sweatshirt donned alligator bursts out of the foliage, trying to pat out the flames.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Go ahead and roll damage )

Match: rolling 5d10 + 50
(6+3+8+5+7)+50= 79
"Burn MURDERER BURN!"

Axl Greez (GM): "Shit, shit, shit! You sonuva bitch, ah'll keel you too!"

Match: "I KILL YOU FIRST!"
rolling 1d100 + 35
(50)+35= 85

Axl Greez (GM): Roll initiative
rolling 1d100+15
(68)+15= 83
Match's turn!
Ah, and what's the DPS for the flames?
( 1d10? )

Match Keeps on firing at the Gator, ignoring how it will start a fire.

Match: (Ill loookmit up.)

(1d10+ 1d10 for each turn.)
Axl Greez (GM): rolling 1d10
(4)= 4

Match: rolling 1d100 + 30
(81)+30= 111
rolling 1d100 + 30
(65)+30= 95
rolling 1d100 + 30
(86)+30= 116

Axl Greez (GM): Alright then, go on ahead and do what you gotta do

Match: rolling 5d10 + 50
(3+9+4+6+5)+50= 77
rolling 5d10 + 50
(4+5+8+9+2)+50= 78
rolling 5d10 + 50
(4+3+2+9+6)+50= 74

Match lets out a scream of insanity as he burn him down to the ground.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Not sure how GM aligns stats or sets up characters, but I don't think giving the alligator a strength of 10 would be right. Either way, that's, what, right about 300 damage with the first hit added? )

Match: (Sure.)

Axl Greez (GM): ( I had his strength at 6 because of the olympian thing, thought that wouldn't be fitting at all. )

The alligator lets out a ghastly scream as he's bombarded with flame! After several failed attempts at patting out the ever increasing flames on his body while writhing on the ground, he eventually goes still.

Match Pokes him with a stick until the flames go out.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Combat over. Sorry for that not really even being combat to begin with )

Match: (it fine, games are about characters not combat.)

Axl Greez (GM): ( Yeah, but it's fun sometimes. )
( How do you add an X to icons? Sorry for the frequent questions. )

The alligator is completely still as the fires eventually die down on his body, leaving nothing but charred remains.

Match: Click on the icon and click on the button.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Handy, thanks )

Match Pick up the aligator and once again heads back to the park.

Axl Greez (GM): ( What's your size? )
( Average, right. Roll strength, would you kindly? )

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(6)+40= 46

Axl Greez (GM): ( Birds are one thing, light bones and all, but this guy's heavy set. )

Match strains himself, then decids to drag him by the tail.
You try to lift the crispy gator up, his burnt flesh still hot to the touch, but you couldn't lift him an inch off of the ground.

Axl Greez (GM): ( Sure, one last try. Less DC. )

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(65)+40= 105

Now more successful in your endeavor, you start dragging the murderer back to the trailer park.

Match: (totally wont backfire with police being there.)

You return to the trailer park, dragging the burnt gator behind you. Up ahead at Theo's trailer you see a parked police car and policeman talking to the hyena.

Match Yell out loud "Thoe I KILLED THE MURDER MAN! Do I get my PAYMENT?"

Theo looks at you in horrified shock and tries to look away. The policeman turns his attention to you, hand ready on his holster.

Match continues to drag the body to Theo.
Red: "Match, dammit, the hell've you done now, boy?" the cat asks interrogatively, hand still ready on his pistol.
Match: "I Killed the MURDERER!"

Match flops the body in front of Theo.

Red glares at you, hand still ready to draw his weapon.

Red: "Theo, the hell's this man, here?"

Theo looks back to the police officer, shaking in nervousness.

Theo: "Th-that's- ah, B-Bill, s-sir. H-he's l-lived here for two years."

Match: "AND HE'S A MURDERER!"

Theo keeps his gaze on Match.

Axl Greez (GM): ( *Red )

Red: "And do you believe Match boy about him bein' a murderer?"

Match: "I'LL GO IN HIS TRAILER AND PROVE IT!"

Axl Greez (GM): ( Roll persuasion )
rolling 1d100+35
(42)+35= 77

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(89)+15= 104

Red softens his glare somewhat, his stance relaxed somewhat. "... Fine. Lead the way, boy."

Match Heads to bills trailer and starts kicking the door down.
The flimsy door lock gives way, but a stronger lock keeps the door in one piece.

Match Rushes to knock that door down.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(48)+40= 88
The door gives way as you crash into it, entering into Bill's small abode.

Match takes off his gas mask and Starts stiffing around.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(77)+15= 92

The stench of blood and meat is overpowering as you enter into the trailer. Blood stained clothes and rags litter the floor of the trailer with reckless abandon.

Match: "SEE! LOOK AT ALL THE BLOOD AND DEATH IN HERE!"
"HE TOLD ME THAT HE'LL ADD ME TO THE COLLECTION!"

Axl Greez (GM): "Hoooly shit on a stick..." Red mutters as he takes in the sight.

Match: "THEN I BURNED HIM ALIVE!"
"Now no ONE CAN SAY MY TRAILER IS THE least clean AND DEADLIEST!"

Red: "I... Well damn..." he says, gagging somewhat as he takes one step back outside.
"Yeah... Good lord. You've proved your point, I suppose... You're damn lucky I like you somewhat after the whole 'screaming parrot' incident."

Axl Greez (GM): "Else I'd have you in for questioning, but..."

Match: "... WHAT PARROT SCREAMING WAS IT AGAIN?"
"The one with the METH LAB or the one with the CHILDREN?"

Axl Greez (GM): "I barely want to be reminded of either one of them." Red mumbles.

Red: Red leaves the gory trailer. "I'll go make a call for the cleanup crew, get the questions filled out. Sigh. *Hate workin' the damn paper work on this stuff."

Match: "Red I hate WRITTING TOO, My dad use to make ME write out why I was such a FAILURE TO HIm!"

Red: "Yeah, that... Yeah." Red mutters, walking alongside Match back to Theo.

Theo: "Well? Anything there?"

Match: "You were WRONG about my TRAILER BEING THE WORST!"
"GUTS BLOOD EVERYWHERE!"
"Mine onmly has unwashed cloths and ADULT STUFF IN PLAIN VIEW!"

Theo: "Having your house smell like a constant gas leak is way- Wait, what?"

Axl Greez (GM): (*home)

Red: "Yeah... Probably be best just to junk the whole thing than try cleaning all that out." he says, thumbing back to Bill's trailer.

Match: "WHAT WRONG WITH THE SMELL?"

Theo rests his head in his hands, groaning and mumbling incoherently.

Match: "Do I get the PAYMENT CUT?"

Red: "Right, gonna go make the call." he says, dismissing himself to the cruiser.

Theo looks up at Match.

Theo: "Please tell me you just want your trailer paid off for the next month."

Match: "GOt A CAIN?"
*Coin

Theo: "I-I'm sorry, a what? A coin? What for?"

Match: "FLIP HEADS WE DATE, TAILS TRAILER!"
"CAUSE YOUR a HOT MAN!"

Theo looks ready to puke as you offer your terms.

Theo: "P-Please, I'll even make it two months! Three even!"

Axl Greez (GM): ( Will roll a 1d2, you call which is heads or tails )

Match: (Roll 1d2.)
rolling 1d2
(2)= 2
"Trailer IT IS!"

Theo shambles back into his home to fish out a penny, flipping it up into the air to decide his fate. Landing tails-side up, he lets out a deeply held sigh of relief.

Theo: "Oh thank everything sweet and wonderful."

Match: "IS IT BECAUSE IM UGLY TO YOU!"
"I'M AN HOT ACTACTIVE MAN!"

Match Rips off his shirt.

Match: "LOOK AT THIS BODY YOUR MISSING OUT ON!"

Theo: "Maybe to blind, deaf people." he starts, watching the rat ripping his shirt apart. "And drunk too."
"Get offa my lawn before I regret every decision made today."

Match: "WE'LL IM ALSO BIG!"

Match Starts to reach to pull for his undergarments.

Theo walks into his trailer and slams the door behind him.

Match throws his underwear at the trailer and walks off back home.

Axl Greez (GM): ( End session? )

Match: (Yeah.)

Axl Greez (GM): Not sure if exp should be awarded in a past story, but even then, aside from killing one guy not too much was done.
30 exp?
And I hope it was enjoyable. Apologies if it wasn't