[21:55] <~Pink|GM> Zack presses up against the crooked edge of the hole that gapes between the back room and the front- the lights are on back behind him, casting a garing dusty beam of light past his head. The abandoned store is dark outside of the pools of light illuminated by the holes int he wall, but he can dimly see something move in a strange fashion, a sort of... rustling sound and suddenly the clatter of something falling to the floor in the dark.||
09[22:08] <tubes|Chunk> ((is the clatter coming from in front or behind me?))
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09[22:17] <tubes|Chunk> Fuck, so somebody was still here. Just one, between him and Snapper, they could probably take. Zack holds out a hand behind him as a signal - Hopefully she got the message - and peers into the dark, trying to discern what's out there, and if there's more of them, without exposing himself. ||
[22:29] <~Pink|GM> $roll 3d6
[22:29] <[ATM]> Pink|GM [4] [2] [1]  = 7
03[22:30] * Thaliaway is now known as Thalia
03[22:40] * FosSilent is now known as Fossil
09[22:45] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 wits
04[22:45] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "wits" [6]  = 6
[22:49] <~Pink|GM> As his eyes adjust, he can see them- three, at least. He isn't sure what they ARE, but they're moving, bumping into things as they lurk in the darkness. Probably roused by the light flooding in. He can see branches, leaves, but it is hard to trace them to their source.
[22:49] <~Pink|GM> He can hear the click of Snapper's feet as she takes the other way, the door that had originally connected the front and back.||
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09[23:02] <tubes|Chunk> ...the fuck? Well, if they were the only thing around here, then this was a total bust. I mean there was still the money and shit, but he needed the support of /people/. Fucking assholes. Christ. Zack makes a "TSSS" noise to try and get Snappers attention. Check the office, get the fuck out, check somewhere else. All a fight here would do is blow their load early. ||
[23:11] <~Pink|GM> Snapper doesn't respond and... fuck, she's out there isn't she? She's not still back here anyway.||
09[23:16] <tubes|Chunk> Zack resists the urge to bang his head on the wall. It takes some effort, but he resists. Besides, it would probably alert...whatever the fuck it was out there. Tree-things.  He waits for a few moments, hoping that she was just scouting and wasn't about to pounce screaming into a pointless fight. ||
[23:19] <~Pink|GM> When has Snapper ever done something rash before? The creaking from out there gets louders, and suddenlt there is a sound like a bunch of twisting, snapping branches and a keening 'Reeeeeeeeeeeeee!'||
03[23:36] * OssifiedSerf is now known as FossilLord
03[23:37] * FossilLord is now known as CalcSquire
09[23:38] <tubes|Chunk> Ooooof course. Well, have to keep his assets in one piece. So to speak. Plus she'd probably be pissed if he left her to get all the heavy lifting. He'd had more than enough of that at the tractor-pull. He steps out, chain spinning. "Hey, fucknuts!" he shouts. Fucking fan-tastic. ||
[23:53] <~Pink|GM> He can see her now, crossing his shadow in a flash, practially flying through the air to crash into... something. Something... brushy. He can hear snapping and crackling, and also popping. Then his sight, such as it is, is obscured by a massive shambling form approaching. Yep, it's a tree. Or was. He can see branches splayed like bristling limbs, or tentacles. A rugose thunk waddling on wakward but apparently powerful roots. And right in
[23:53] <~Pink|GM> the middle where one might expect a face, a carved heart saying 'BRI X CODY 2011.'||
09[23:59] <tubes|Chunk> Well, sorry, BRI and CODY. Wait, no, he wasn't really sorry, fuck this shit. Zack lets his chain loose at the tree, and when it makes contact, channel his power into the tree. ||
Session Time: Sat Dec 03 00:00:01 2016
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09[00:19] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 dex
04[00:19] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "dex" [6]  = 6
03[00:26] * soulpelt| is now known as soulpelt|sleep
03[00:30] * FossilLord is now known as AussifiedSurf
03[00:31] * AussifiedSurf is now known as AussifiedSleep
09[00:33] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 2h6
04[00:33] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk [6] (3)  = 6
[00:36] <~Pink|GM> There is a tremendous crack as the chain connects, nearly jerking him off his feet as splinters fly everywhere. That's not the only thing that goes flying, either- Zack has just enough time to brace himself as a wide branch sweeps into him from the side, sending him stumbling and knocking his breath right out. But the chain is still embedded in the wood, and he jerks to a stop as it pulls taut like a lifeline, keeping him upright.||
09[00:41] <tubes|Chunk> Zack attempts to "rev" the chain, and send the tree through the wall. ||
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09[00:54] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 dex
04[00:54] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "dex" [3]  = 3
09[00:56] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 2h6 guts withstand
04[00:56] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "guts withstand" [5] (1)  = 5
[01:06] <~Pink|GM> There is a sound very akin to a chainsaw as the metal rips through wood, and then a jerk as it bites in and then the tree is lurches off the floor several feet- and so is Zack, who flies out into the darkness until slamming into something he can't see. He can taste leaves and feel branches scrape his face as he tangles in dense shrubbery.||
09[01:09] <tubes|Chunk> ((do I still have the chain?))
[01:11] <~Pink|GM> (yes)
09[01:12] <tubes|Chunk> Zack lets out another whump. Fuck, he needed to figure out this power shit. Had to anchor himself, apparently. He spits out some greenery and hopes that whoever this tree-asshole was couldn't make the leftovers crawl down his throat and choke him. He tries to reel in the chain a bit to a more managable weapon-length, before standing up and getting his bearings. ||
03[01:13] * Thalia is now known as Thaliaway
[01:22] <~Pink|GM> With a haul of his free hand on the chain, he manages to clamber out of the creaking, twisting branches that are attempting to drag him down, ripping at his hair and clothes. Now his first opponent is silhouetted against the lights fro mthe back, presenting a clear target, while the one behind him... well, he can only deal with one at a time.
[01:23] <~Pink|GM> There is a crash in the darkness, a clatter and a chittering noise. A crash of broken glass.||
09[01:28] <tubes|Chunk> Christ, the shrubs were angry too? Whatever the fuck he'd hit? Seriously, who the fuck booby-trapped /trees/ and left them hanging around? Fucking fucked-up bastards, that's who. He'd be paying a visit to the Overseers after he solved all this shit with Strat and the Rich Bastards. Zack breaks free of the grasping branches, circling, trying to find something to brace himself against so he can finish off the tree his chain's currently embeded in. He recognizes the noise as something probably coming from Snapper, but she'd made this mess, so she'd better be able to handle it. ||
09[01:31] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 brawn
04[01:31] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "brawn" [1]  = 1
09[01:31] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 wits
04[01:31] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "wits" [6]  = 6
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[01:41] <~Pink|GM> He spots it immediately- most of the rubble is loose crap, but that one pillar looks structural, perfect to brace himself on. And not a second too late, either, as a jerk pulls him off his feet, but his positioning is good enough that just before he loses his grip he is able to activate his power and twist himself around the pillar, winding the chain with him.||
09[01:44] <tubes|Chunk> He avoids groaning as he slams himself into the pillar. He was going to be feeling this shit tomorrow. But now, he had leverage, a fulcrum. He activates his power attempting to pulp whatever's on the other end of his chain. He directs it so it wraps the opposite direction of him, and braces himself against the pillar as best he can. ||
[01:58] <~Pink|GM> Practically wrapped around the pillar himself, he feels his shirt being torn from his chest and the tip of his nose scraping up but the effect is definitely impressive, as the tree at the other end of the chain is launched in a circle around him and- well, okay, it hurts a lot as the chains wrap around his shoulder, but on the bright side it doesn't pinch off his neck so- and the crash as the tree slams right into the other one rips it
[01:58] <~Pink|GM> free of the chain and sens both slamming into the boarded up windows hard enough to shatter glass and boards alike, letting in quite a bit more light.||
09[02:04] <tubes|Chunk> Zack drops to the ground, groaning, free of the immense momentum. There HAD to be some smarter method he was missing. I mean, yeah, they were mulch, but /fuck/, he could have cut his own goddamn head off. Once again recovering the chain, he attempts to get his bearings. Where the fuck was Snapper? Seriously, if she'd been killed by a bunch of fucking trees, he was both going to laugh and cry. ||
[02:07] <~Pink|GM> *sends both
[02:15] <~Pink|GM> Well, the one tree seems to have been practically ripped in half by the chain tearing through it. The other is more intact, creaking and shedding leaves and litter as it climbs back up into the broken window.
[02:17] <~Pink|GM> In the increased light, he can see Snapper across the room, and it is hard to tell whether she is winning or losing- he can now see that that snick-snack noise is her remaining claw lopping off thick branches one at a time, but the remaining limbs of the tree seem to be attempting to make like a wishbone with her.||
09[02:20] <tubes|Chunk> Fuck. They were wasting a whole lot of effort on this fight for nothing. He didn't even know if Snapper could regrow that kind of damage to 'herself'. Zack revs his chain back up, though he starts backing up towards the hole he'd entered towards, tearing off the remains of his shirt with his free hand. "Snapper!" Zack shouts, "Waste of fuckin' time! Time to leave!" If she thought fighting fucking ambulatory plants was a smarter move, he'd probably be better off leaving her here. Christ. ||
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Session Close: Sat Dec 03 02:23:09 2016

Session Start: Sat Dec 03 02:23:09 2016
Session Ident: #MotorCity
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03[02:25] * Topic is 'http://tinyurl.com/MotorCityWD The game that hates all fun. || Now approaching peak Krampus. || Mutato nomine, de te fabula narratur.'
03[02:25] * Set by Pinkhair!Pink@net-vqhtj6.dyn.optonline.net on Mon Jul 18 21:39:08
03[02:25] * tubes|Chunk is now known as tubes
03[02:25] * tubes is now known as tubes|Chunk
[02:25] <~Pink|GM> The trees are strong as hell, but not terribly fast- and even by now Zack can tell that they don't seem all that smart. Then again, he has that same feeling about his minion right now, so... Her reply isn't anything like a human noise as he leaves her behind, but he can see her twisting around and bracing multiple limbs in an attempt to extricate herself rather than pushing the attack.||
09[02:33] <tubes|Chunk> Fucking hell. He takes a couple steps towards her, ready to intervene if she couldn't free herself in the next couple of seconds. If she even still counted as a "she" when she looked like /that/. Yep, He was getting jaded to.../that/. Awesome. Fuck, he'd seen her eat Crusty Jim. I mean, Crusty Jim had had it coming, but still...She'd put fucking sauce on him. 'Gribrartly' sauce. Christ. He needed all the help he can get. Which, right  now, meant both of them fucking leaving, and not being killed by over-enthusastic shrubs. ||
[02:40] <~Pink|GM> Kicking aside a gnarled branch that still twitches, he approaches the far end of the space where Snapper still struggles- hopefully they can get this done with before the other tree gets back in the fight.
[02:42] <~Pink|GM> It probably IS best not to consider her as anything in particular right now, other than an agile little bug who seems to be holding her own, but having difficulty disengaging from the tree entirely- there are just too make branches to escape them all at once, and as she frees her limbs from one entanglement another is snared. Eventually, of course, she'll probably have cut away enough hat it won't be able to grab anything, but in the
[02:42] <~Pink|GM> meantime...||
09[02:47] <tubes|Chunk> Well, what had worked before...Zack winds up his chain, swinging it at the trunk of the tree. Unlike before, all he needed to do was buy Snapper some room to extricate herself. If she was smart enough to do that - swear to god, if she thought being a human(?) woodchipper was a useful expenditure of their time...||
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09[03:12] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 dex
04[03:12] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "dex" [1]  = 1
09[03:12] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 brawn
04[03:12] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "brawn" [5]  = 5
[03:22] <~Pink|GM> $roll 2h6+2
[03:22] <[ATM]> Pink|GM [6] (3) +2 = 8
[03:22] <~Pink|GM> $roll 1d6+1
[03:22] <[ATM]> Pink|GM [1] +1 = 2
[03:22] <~Pink|GM> Roll 1d6
[03:22] <~Pink|GM> $Roll 1d6
[03:22] <[ATM]> Pink|GM [5]  = 5
[03:23] <~Pink|GM> $roll 1d6-1
[03:23] <[ATM]> Pink|GM [3] -1 = 2
[03:27] <~Pink|GM> Zack is sure to brace himself securely this time as he casts out his chain, and while not very accurate the tree is a large target indeed. The chain rips through the outer layer of branches, smashing into the trunk and wrapping around to smack against the back of Snapper's carapace with a noise like the world's largest walnut being cracked. Her shell buckles, small fractures radiating out, but in an absurd display of contortionism she
[03:27] <~Pink|GM> manages to recover, to twist around and climb onto the chain as it stills and skitter her way out of the grasping branches. The shambling topiary turns, trying to catch up, but it is ponderous and the chain makes it hard for it to turn in that direction against Zack's continued torque.||
09[03:39] <tubes|Chunk> Whoops. Well, she'd deal. Unless she wanted to be fertilizer. Zack reverses the impetous on his chain, to free it from it's wrappings and burdens. He waits for Snapper to clear the area (but only just barely), and as soon as she's clear, books it away. Discretion was the better part of valor, after all. "Fuck this shit, let's bail," he manages to get out, as much as for Snapper as himself. ||
[03:46] <~Pink|GM> Braced as he is, he realizes that somehow he is able to take the strain far better than he would have expected given how beaten he is. How power at work? In any case, Snapper falls off of the chain as he reverses it, rising in a clatter and skreeing at him. The tree is uprooted from its spot, whirled like a top as the chain unwinds from it, spraying torn branches every which way.
[03:46] <~Pink|GM> Down at the other end, the other tree is slowly but surely widening the shattered hole in the window, forcing its way back inside.||
09[03:53] <tubes|Chunk> God forbid he manipulate his primary weapon. Obviously, the chain he was using to fight with would stay there so she(???) could scrabble back while he waited for Mother Nature to pulp him. "Skree, ree, roo, whatever. We need to fucking /go/." He bolts towards the exit, the way they'd taken in. Fighting trees that belonged to heroes got them less than nothing. ||
[04:07] <~Pink|GM> Well, if there's one thing he knows from being chased by her, she's one spry little fucker when she wants to be. She overtakes him quickly while the trees are still trying to even reaquire them as targets, and they make it into the back room without further disaster.||
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09[04:14] <tubes|Chunk> Zack maneuvers his way back to the entrance, trying to keep pace with Snapper. Most of his curses are mental, though a few probably leak into the real world. Even a little bit of muscle would help with his plans, but apparently the Oversears weren't keen on that.
09[04:15] <tubes|Chunk> ||
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Session Close: Sat Dec 03 13:30:04 2016

Session Start: Sat Dec 03 13:30:04 2016
Session Ident: #MotorCity
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03[13:30] * Topic is 'http://tinyurl.com/MotorCityWD The game that hates all fun. || Now approaching peak Krampus. || Mutato nomine, de te fabula narratur.'
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Session Close: Sat Dec 03 15:16:36 2016

Session Start: Sat Dec 03 15:16:36 2016
Session Ident: #MotorCity
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03[15:16] * Topic is 'http://tinyurl.com/MotorCityWD The game that hates all fun. || Now approaching peak Krampus. || Mutato nomine, de te fabula narratur.'
03[15:16] * Set by Pinkhair!Pink@net-vqhtj6.dyn.optonline.net on Mon Jul 18 21:39:08
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09[16:23] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6 ath
04[16:23] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "ath" [2]  = 2
[16:24] <~Pink> So there he is, emerging into the relatively well lit back room, with a fair head start on the remaining trees. Snapper hops up onto a pallet of junk, turning to face the hole in the wall with her large claw brandished.
[16:24] <~Pink> "Now what?" she asks, and for the life of him he couldn't say where the voice comes from except that it probably isn't the mouth.||
09[16:26] <tubes|Chunk> "Now we get the fuck outta here. It looks like the Overseers wiped this place out. Buncha' fuckin' assholes." He mutters that last sentence. "If there was anyone here, they're gone, or they got fucked up.
09[16:26] <tubes|Chunk> "||
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09[17:24] <tubes|Chunk> ((REDACT))
09[17:25] <tubes|Chunk> "Get your, uh, skin, get back to the car. The Overseers wiped this place out. I'm going to check the office real quick, see if there's anything useful there, then we get the fuck outta here." ||
[17:27] <~Pink> She is off, not even waiting for him to finish. The office is a little partitioned area off to one side, just plywood and sheetrock. The door is intact, so it is possible that nobody had even gone in there during the attack.||
09[17:29] <tubes|Chunk> Zack keeps his chain close at hand, and goes inside. Hopefully there weren't more of those fucking tree things inside. ||
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09[17:39] <tubes|Chunk> $roll 1d6+1 know
04[17:39] <[ATM]> tubes|Chunk "know" [2] +1 = 3
[17:43] <~Pink> The cheap lock was busted long ago- the only reason they even bothered using the office at all was that the safe combination had been left on a sticky note- it'd been empty, of course, but they used it to store cash and it seems intact. Outside, the dividing wall shatters under the battering of the approaching trees, who apparently are too stupid to use the existing holes. Ok, now he just needs to remember the combination...
[17:46] <~Pink> Sixteen... twenty one... seven? Or was it sev, twenty one? Fuck this old piece of... there, it opens, as the thudding plods of the trees grow closer. And there they are, poorly organized stacks and wads of bills, a handgun, a few baggies, and a box of assorted valentine chocolates.||
09[17:54] <tubes|Chunk> ((drug baggies?))
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09[18:14] <tubes|Chunk> Chocolates? What? He checks inside the box. ||
[18:14] <~Pink> Half of them are eaten. The other half look like they've been sitting around way too long.||
09[18:15] <tubes|Chunk> Fucking weirdos. He grabs as much cash as he can and books it. ||
[18:16] <~Pink> $roll 1d100
[18:16] <[ATM]> Pink [62]  = 62
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[18:18] <~Pink> He books it, diving under the partly opened garage door just as the trees approach. Snapper is hurriedly getting her pants on, her head a bit askew, and she jumps slightly as a massive clang accompanies the metal door buckling outward under a massive blow.
[18:18] <~Pink> "Ready to go?"||
09[18:25] <tubes|Chunk> "Yeah, there wasn't shit. Let's go." ||
[18:52] <~Pink> She doesn't ask twice, jumping down off the loading dock and heading to the car. Behind them, the trees start battering their way through- but there's no way they'll be able to keep up.
[18:52] <~Pink> "What now?" she asks as she climbs into the car.||
09[18:55] <tubes|Chunk> "Check the other safehouses, I guess. I mean, I got some cash at this one, but we need fuckin' muscle and people if we're going to get anywhere. A stack of cash can't hold a street corner." He pulls off the street. "Actually, If this one got hit this bad, it might be worth it to go get those phones and make some calls." ||
[19:25] <~Pink> She nods as she toys with her hair- kind of a waste when her head is still on crooked but whatever. "You know why they hit us here, now?"||
09[19:30] <tubes|Chunk> Zack heads towards the store. They could get some shitty burners with what he had on him, try to get a bigger picture. "Not a clue. Maybe they saw an opening, after the other night?" ||
[19:35] <~Pink> She shrugs and squeezes a full container of chipotle sauce into her face hole.
[19:35] <~Pink> "Pisses me off."||
09[19:36] <tubes|Chunk> He wasn't going to comment on that. "The fact that they had to do it when they saw an opening means they're scared. All we gotta do is rally the troops, and we can fuck 'em up." ||
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[19:40] <~Pink> "Oh yeah? How do we even find em? Even Strat never got them lured out for a fight," she points out. "And we don't even know what's up with him yet."||
09[19:43] <tubes|Chunk> "Obviously, they're willing to come to us. We just gotta be ready. And as for Strat...Well, we'll worry about that when the time comes. He's got the Protectorate on his ass," Zack points out, "so hopefully they'll handle that for us. "||
[19:50] <~Pink> "Handle? What d'you think they'll do to him?" She cracks her... something. "If you wanna get anything out from under him you better act fast."||
09[19:52] <tubes|Chunk> "What does it look like i'm trying to do? Woulda been fine here, except for the goddamn trees. Christ, everybody's a critic. We need more information, unless you want to wander around fighting fuckin' shrubs." ||
[19:58] <~Pink> "...We coulda beat em."||
09[20:00] <tubes|Chunk> "Sure, but that doesn't make it any less of a waste of time. You were just sayin' we gotta move fast." |
09[20:00] <tubes|Chunk> |
[20:06] <~Pink> "I guess. I guess I don't see what we're doing long term, if the Overseers are going ham and the Protectorate are going nuts. We never really had... you know. We were never more powerful, jsut smarter, faster and shit."||
09[20:19] <tubes|Chunk> Fuck, after all that, was she getting cold feet? "I don't think the Protectorate can keep this up forever." He really wished he'd had more information on Strat's Urban Renewal shit. "A lot of their firepower is from out of town, and there's enough shit out of here that they'll wear themselves out if they try to keep this up for too long. We just gotta regroup and lay low for a bit, ditch some of the heat. The Overseers are a bunch of assholes. All we gotta do is figure out how to hit 'em where it hurts." If they could have gone all out like this before, then they would have done it. There had to be something keeping them back before. ||
[20:36] <~Pink> "Whatever," she says, sticking her head out the window.||||