Endtown RPG Session #47

GM (GM): Okay! You guys want to start?

Earrtet Acroud : yeah

Jonathan Sommer: Yup

Martin Baron: Loved that rifle Earrtet
Yeah

GM (GM): The doc:
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc

Cas Hutson: Yep!

GM (GM): Changes: More fluff on the random table.
Today's theme
https://youtu.be/rBhZkztjIA4

We begin!

Our heroes successfully treatied with the tribals and have descended to the depths of the abandoned military base!

Suule: (( Haha, I bought that game on Launch. The English translation fucking sucks ))

Their mission: Get a missile and stop the avians. Their mission: Get a missile and stop you!

you enter the base, the door closes behind you. The place is wall to wall concrete and there are colored lines on the floor.

you notice a desk and some chairs lying about.

Valerie P. Awsum rubs her arms anxiously "So... what exactly are we searching for here?"

Clayton R. feels himself returning back to reality. He's feels as if he's blacked out for a while. Checking over himself, he finds his blaster missing. Clayton frowns, hoing in on the former topsider hanging with his team. "You." He says, pointing to her, "I want my gun back, now."

Jonathan Sommer scratches the back of his head and examines the desk.

Valerie P. Awsum pulls it out of her belt's pocket and tosses it back at Clayton "Maybe next time you should use it instead of snoring on the floor. I've saved you guy."

Martin Baron: ( How many sessions have I been drunk? Gonna consider losing it once we go into a rest or travel period. )

GM (GM): The desk appears to be locked!

Jonathan Sommer: ((2 or 3))

Clayton R. snatches it back, "That'll be the first for a topsider."

Cas Hutson: ((Yeah, two or three I think))

Earrtet Acroud : Earret Acrowd jokingly says "These coulored lines remind me of those tour atraction that amusements part had, maybe those birds just want a coin operated rocket ride."

Jonathan Sommer shouts to Clayton, "From a wannabe to the real thing, huh?"

Martin Baron: "Shhould we... shplit up?"

Jonathan Sommer looks into the lock for anything extra.

Clayton R. ignores Sommer. "Looks more like subway lines... or perhaps guidelines for missiles like in old silos."

GM (GM): Nope standard mechanical lock

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rolling lockpick))

GM (GM): difficulty 90

Jonathan Sommer: ((Agi or Mind?))

GM (GM): agi

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(14)+35+20+10= 79

Valerie P. Awsum cringes at Jon's comment as she looks back at Clayton wondering what the hell he meant. Nothing good she thinks... she instead starts looking around for some kind of a powerbox.

Jonathan Sommer: "... Shit."

GM (GM): Despite your skill you fumble the tumble

Cas Hutson goes on ahead to check over where the neon green line heads on over to, his ears perking up a bit.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Do I get a retry or do I need another mean?))

Cas Hutson: (I'll try inspecting over where the green line heads on over to.))

Clayton R. tucks the blaster away on his person and he searches the area.

GM (GM): (( Sure, retry.))

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+55
(84)+55= 139

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(11)+35+20+10= 76
((Ugh))

Martin Baron decides to follow the red line while the others inspect this room. Already he's forgotten what it was they were searching for.

Earrtet Acroud : Jonathan mind if i give it a try?

Valerie P. Awsum walks up to the desk "I wish I still had a zero field. That would've been easy with it."

Jonathan Sommer steps back and pouts silently.

GM (GM): Cas, above the door you read 'barracks communcations'

Martin Baron: ( There's always the second option. Breaking the desk open. )

GM (GM): Clayton!

Earrtet Acroud : may i roll for lockpicking?

GM (GM): This place is stark.
Likely everyone has been through here over the years.

Cas Hutson: ((Could break the desk by pile driving someone on that.))

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(26)+45= 71

GM (GM): You do find alot of scratches and afew feathers on the ground but you can't determin where they go
(( Sure cas!))

Jonathan Sommer: "... Hornet Head Junior, mind if I see your laser gun or whatever?"

Clayton R. casts the rat a sideways glance. "Your suit doesn't even work? Some Topsider." He says, disappointed with his observation of the area, "I'll handle it Sommer. What's the problem?"

GM (GM): Martin! Reading the sign above the door you read 'situation room'

Jonathan Sommer puts his finger on the lock. "Shoot riiiiiiiiiight here."

Cas Hutson: ((Then again, that's just a mere suggestion. Anyways, I'll try rolling for inspecting the door. See how strong it is y'know?))

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "What does that mean? If it worked I wouldn't have been turned into a possum... candidate for reconstructive surgery."

Martin Baron: ( I'll enter the situation room. Sounds like an arsenal storing room or something. )

Clayton R. glares at the raccoon. "You realize this doesn't quite have a shoot lightly right? This will blow a hole clean through the wall behind the door."

GM (GM): The large metal door doesn't appear to open when you walk into it.

Clayton R. wonders if Val's comment was even an insult

Jonathan Sommer: "Angle it to the floor, then. Not my problem if they have to bring in an interior decorator."

Valerie P. Awsum walks up to the hare, she doesn't want to be near a Mary, makes her feel very uneasy

Martin Baron: ( Hm. Is it an electronic lock? )

Jonathan Sommer continues licking the solid beer from earlier.

Martin Baron: ( Actually wait, let me just perception roll. )
rolling 1d100+15
(67)+15= 82

Cas Hutson does a quick check on the door over how sturdy it is, if there's a way to unlock it, such and such over opening it.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(17)= 17

GM (GM): There doesn't seem to be a keypad or any kind of interface. Must be a switch or something around here.
There is a handle

Martin Baron can see a possum-like blur go closer to him. Giving her the best stink eye he can muster, he ignores her and moves to the handle to see what it does.

GM (GM): Nothing!

Martin Baron: ( Can I perception roll the lever? Maybe it's busted. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Valerie P. Awsum looks up "Situation room.. That name doesn't bring the best memories."

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(3)+15= 18

Clayton R. sighs, "How about we try things on stun first?" He switches his blaster to stun, and aims it point blank to the lock. With any luck, it might fry something inside.

Martin Baron: ( It looks like a lever )
( Yep, it is. )

GM (GM): In you drunken has you notice some writing on the handle, "Reception must authorize"

Earrtet Acroud : (or one of those stong tape coat hangers)

Martin Baron: ( And I'm guessing that's the desk Clayton and Jon are looking into. )

GM (GM): (And shooting)

Jonathan Sommer: ((We do things the hard-boiled way))

Clayton R.: (( Clayton is shooting a lock right now with the blaster on stun. ))

Martin Baron: ( I'll help if that doesn't work. )

GM (GM): Nothing seems to happen as you bathe the desk in electrons.

Jonathan Sommer: "Wow, impressive."

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin "You've found something?"

Martin Baron shambles over to the desk the burnt man and raccoon are looking into, intending on assisting.

GM (GM): ...Nobody has actually ever tried stunning an inanimate object.

Martin Baron: ( It's a good try. )

Clayton R. shrugs. "That's about the best you are going to get without me vaporizing the desk."

Jonathan Sommer sighs and pulls out his special revolver.

Clayton R. holds up his hands "Wait you idiot!"

Clayton R.: "Bullet's will ricochet like crazy if you shoot a lock!"

Jonathan Sommer: "I've seen my fair share of movies. I know what I'm doin'."

GM (GM): Pop the lock?

Clayton R. puts on his RIOT helmet and backs away

Jonathan Sommer closes one eye as he aims precariously at the lock.

Martin Baron considers Clayton's words and backs up like he has.

GM (GM): Roll damage!

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 4d10+40
(5+10+7+7)+40= 69

GM (GM): You fire off a shot, sparks fly and metal is punched.
Unfortunately despite the damage it still holds (31 hp left.)

Jonathan Sommer: ((One case left... Anyone want to whack it?))

Martin Baron: ( Sure. )

Valerie P. Awsum yelps hearing the shot and looks back "What the hell?"

Martin Baron: ( How much damage does a wooden pipe do? )

Cas Hutson peeks his attention at Jonathan, frowning as how stupid of an idea he did over shooting a lock. A lock for gods sake. Shaking his head, he stays back at where he's at at this moment.

GM (GM): 1d10+15

Martin Baron: ( Ah nevermind, I think a the hook would work better. )

GM (GM): (Who makes a wooden pipe?))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Carpenters?))

GM (GM): ((Wait, you mean a smoke pipe. right.))

Martin Baron helps Jonathan finish the job and proceeds to give it a good slash with the hook he has.

Martin Baron: ( Oh crap, that's a smoking pipe? )
( Oh. )

GM (GM): ((Suddenly thinking of wood based plumbing.))

Martin Baron: ( I thought it was a plumbing kind of pipe, only wooden. )
( Anyway, rolling for hook damage. )
rolling 3d10+25+8
(3+6+5)+25+8= 47

GM (GM): You dig the hook into the drawer and yank. It rips the cheap aluminum out to reveal a slightly stunned electronic panel.

Martin Baron: ( I'll push the first button I see )

GM (GM): You press a button.
Lights engage on the console, you hear a click from accross the room where cas is.
*across

Jonathan Sommer: "Door controls, huh..."

Martin Baron: ( What other buttons are there? Or should I perception that too? )

GM (GM): There are several other buttons.
Three of which have card slots next to them.

Clayton R. climbs out of cover, taking off his riot helmet and once again replacing it with his topsider helmet.

Martin Baron: ( Some of the other rooms might be locked off with card access. We may have to explore before we fully open up each door. )

Valerie P. Awsum walks over seeing Clay having a topsider helmet "Hey where did you get THAT?" she asks pointing at the helmet

Jonathan Sommer jumps onto the desk chair and lays back on it.

Jonathan Sommer: "I'll hold down the fort."

Martin Baron: ( Any other buttons or just the three with card slots? I'll push those too. )

GM (GM): (Yes, sorry.)
There are several other buttons as well.

Cas Hutson perks his ears up, hearing the click from the door next to him. Turning his direction towards the door, he attempts to find a way to get the door to open up.

GM (GM): There is also a large white one.

Earrtet Acroud : "Hey maybe you should let the Traitor handle the button stuff, I bet she knows all about achieving to a path of massive bloodshed."

GM (GM): You pull the handle and the door opens.

Jonathan Sommer waves his finger towards the large white button.

Martin Baron: ( Largest one is obviously the most dangerous one. Do any of them have labels or are they just unmarked buttons? )

Clayton R. stares at her. "a transport, and some dead topsiders."

Martin Baron: ( I doubt they have labels. I'll push every button aside from the card access ones and the big white one. )

GM (GM): The labels look to be burned, likely a reaction to low level radiation.

Jonathan Sommer: "If there's anything a Hornet Head can do, I can do a helluva lot better."

Martin Baron: ( Can't perception roll to make out the letters I guess. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll roll too))
((Use our intuition and guess work))

Martin Baron: "You'sh... better at making genochide, Jon?" Martin says, laughing a small bit at his own joke.

GM (GM): You hit the buttons.
Lights come on and off.

Cas Hutson turns around, glancing at the other people of the group. Making a small huff, he decides to go on ahead and follow the green neon line to scout ahead.

GM (GM): You hear a zrack as the intercom comes up when you press one of the panels.

Jonathan Sommer chuckles nervously.

Valerie P. Awsum cringes at exchange of jokes. She moves towards the desk "Okay, give me a moment..."

Jonathan Sommer: "Nah, I got this. I once took a class on computers in community college."
"Er, I mean real college."

Martin Baron: "Don't schew thish up... You shhrinkwrap."
( Want me to come with Cas? )

Cas Hutson: (Sure, if you want!)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Have a party follow the green, the rest stay watch))

Martin Baron: ( Sounds smart. )

Earrtet Acroud : ( can i go along with cas too?)

GM (GM): (Sure!

Martin Baron: ( If there's a door leading here, best close it and lock it. If you can't, bar it. )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Jon "...I was a... secretary for the last 7 years"

Jonathan Sommer: "Of what, the baby-eating society?"

Jonathan Sommer taps on the intercom.

Valerie P. Awsum is slowly numbing herself to the constant negativity and joins with the rest of the party, leaving the cheeky raccoon to his own devices

Clayton R. shakes his head at the topsider rat. She was really letting him down on all fronts. He finally speaks to her. "How did you even get this far out in the wastes?"

GM (GM): Sure
Sorry, just setting up the next room.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clayton "...3 men team, a mutt and a transport." she mutters "...gets you anywhere."

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acrownd says "I'm sure if it was a baby eating society she'd beta samsquach."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is Clayton with me or them?))

GM (GM): ((Ah yea, the old BES Neatherland division. ))

Clayton R. squints behind the mask, "Yeah, but what was a secretary doing out here in the first place?"

Clayton R.: (( I went with the others. ))

GM (GM): Where ever he wants to be.
That's everone, save the coon.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clayton looking a bit nervous "D... Do you think Topsiders can skip patrol duties? Everyone has to go and do their quota. Starting from teens at 15. "

Martin Baron: ( We come back to find him dead. )

GM (GM): You enter the officer barracks/ communications wing
(( "Alright, you people owe me a quota! I want 7 mutant scalps a day!))

Martin Baron: "What kind of... Topshider soschiety hash a shecretary? What paperwork ish there?"

Clayton R. shrugs, "I wasn't aware of it, but hey... at least you're not stuck at a desk job anymore."

Earrtet Acroud : "Docs on horrible nazi experiments i bet."

GM (GM): You see three normal wooden doors along the wall and one large metal one at the end.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Martin and then at Clayton "There's still paperwork and administration. Don't think breaucracy died with zero bombs." she looks at Earrtet with an eartwitch and a worried look but doesn't say anything

Martin Baron giggles at the thought of a Topsider working at a desk job, like seeing your worst enemy becoming a janitor many years since you last met.

Martin Baron will start looking around, starting with the first room next to the entrance.

Clayton R. continues down the hallway. "I bet you're really enjoying this promotion huh? Last time a topsider changed on us, he tried to kill us with a grenade bandoleer."

Clayton R. glances inside the second room

GM (GM): The door opens easily

Jonathan Sommer speaks into the intercom, "Hello, hello?"

Martin Baron: ( And the others? )

GM (GM): ((Stinking frink tiles.)

Cas Hutson sees as though Martin and Clayton are checking the other doors, so moves on over towards the third wooden door, giving a quick check inside of the room behind door number three.

Valerie P. Awsum peeks into the third room and looks at Clay "...promotion? I'm a mutant, I'm now part of the problem and if there won't be a cure we might not see the world getting off the knees."

GM (GM): On the door you read "Officer Bakshi"
Inside you see a simple cot and a basic foot locker. probably not his normal residence.

GM (GM): Everyone hears Sommer talk over the intercom

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acroud looks at Awsum and says "then do this!" and makes a jesture of putting a gun to your head and pulling the trigger.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I hear them or nah?))

Clayton R. pushes open the door ahead of him, stopping again to speak to the rat. "Cure huh? And what did your collegues do with humans like me?"

GM (GM): upon basic inspection, you notice intercom panels in each room. It must be to talk to reception.
Sommer, you hear their chatter down the hall but faintly.

Jonathan Sommer opens a bottle of liquor as he waits for the group to figure things out.

GM (GM): Clayton, you push open the door. It read "Officer Clampet.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Earret with a cringe "Yeah you know what? That what I wanted to do for the first 6 hours until my survival instinct kicked in." she yells at him, completely ignoring Clay's question

GM (GM): Clayton!
You hear a hissing noise from this room!

Clayton R. produces his blaster

Clayton R.: "I got noises in my room"

Earrtet Acroud : "So you value yourself over the "noble cause" you believed, at least the nazi died along with their belifes."

Martin Baron: ( Mind if I roll perception hearing? Don't want to get ambushed if there are more. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Clayton R. gestures to his team, then speaks into the darkness. "Come out with your hands up and you won't be harmed."

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15+20
(29)+15+20= 64

GM (GM): You hear faint scratching and angered swearing.

Martin Baron draws the hook and nears the 2nd door, keeping an ear out for any other signs of life.

GM (GM): Very inappropriate languate

Martin Baron: ( Can I tell where from, or just that I hear it? )
( wasn't a good roll, so I suppose not. )

GM (GM): You hear it from... A vent in the ceiling.
Clayton!
The cot flies toward you!

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Earrtet as she moves closer to Clay. She doesn't say a thing

GM (GM): Roll dodge!

Martin Baron freezes in place, looking up to the vents in the ceiling. Martin puts a finger to his mouth and points up at the ceiling, trying to warn the others.

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(26)+35= 61

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(37)+25= 62
You take a cot to the face!
Or chest, actually
Face just sounds more dramatic.

Clayton R.: (( at least I'm wearing armor there. ))

GM (GM): Take
rolling 2d10+30
(4+4)+30= 38
38 damage.

Valerie P. Awsum steps in to help Clay up "Is getting hit in the face normal for you?"

Clayton R. reacts too late, taking a cot to his chest as it's thrown from the room. He wheezes for a short time as he catches his breath. "More than you might think. Cover the door!"

GM (GM): A mutant comes from the shadows. It is covered in eye-stalks and features claws!
Roll intiative!

Martin Baron tries to shush Val, jumping back as a monster mutant makes his appearance.

Martin Baron: ( Still drunk. )

Valerie P. Awsum looks completely frightened "L... looks like our last attacker."

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20+20
(32)+20+20= 72

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+80
(28)+80= 108

Earrtet Acroud : (roll 1d100+ mind?

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+55
(45)+55= 100

Martin Baron: ( Someone can spend an action to yell, maybe get Jonathan to come in if things get too hairy. )
( But with the blasters... )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(81)+10= 91

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 15
(7)+15= 22

GM (GM): Clayton!

Clayton R.: (( I assume it will be one action to throw the cot off of me? ))

GM (GM): ((Sure, why not?))

Clayton R. grunts under his mask, bracing himself against the wall and forcing the cot off of him and toward the mutant.

Cas Hutson snaps his attention towards Clayton and the sudden arrival of a mutant, grimacing over this. "Aw %^&*, of all places it came from that room?" He snarks.

Clayton R. fires at the mutant with his blaster

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(80)+30= 110

GM (GM): Hit
Combat over.
rolling 1d10
(9)= 9
It'll be out for awhile.

Martin Baron: ( Who wants to deliver the coup de grace? )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at the down mutant "What now? We should euthanize it. The poor thing must be in pain."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wow, we should keep Clayton around))

Clayton R. takes a deep breath as the mutant slumps over. "Make sure this thing is subdued. We don't want to end up as mutant chow."

Martin Baron is happy the mutant is down, but...

Jonathan Sommer: "... If you're all dead, don't say anything."

Martin Baron: ( Can I perception roll the vents? )

GM (GM): Sure

Valerie P. Awsum: (( On rate of one to Flask I think I just scored a Flask and a half ))

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+15
(4)+15= 19

GM (GM): You hear Noooothing.

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acrowd yells "Yes were alive."

Martin Baron can barely tell anything about the vents. He looks to the others and whispers "The ventsh... There's shomething elshe here..."

Clayton R. waves his hand. "I don't care, just make sure it doesn't come back after us. It's feral anyway."

Valerie P. Awsum holds out her hand "Your weapon... I don't have a zero blaster but this will do."

Jonathan Sommer: "Alrighty. Don't get too kill-crazy now. 'Specially ya, Martin!"

Martin Baron gets impatient at the others and decides to investigate himself.

Martin Baron: ( Can I jump to reach the vents, or is there another access point? )

GM (GM): You can reach the vents easily

Clayton R. shakes his head, he takes out his revolver and detaches the grappling attachment. "Use this. I need to help Martin."

GM (GM): Although it is out of reach for the short feet people.

Valerie P. Awsum looks over the revolver "Are you kidding me? The knockback for this is tremendous"

Martin Baron: ( I'd like to investigate the vents then. Short people be damned, I'm too drunk to care. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Ask Clay for a boost ))

Clayton R. watches Martin approach the vent. He rolls his eyes as Val reprimands him. "It's better learn how to use a real gun now."

Cas Hutson: ((Sorry, was off for a moment for a drink.))

Earrtet Acroud : "Just kill the monster already!"

Clayton R. offers an arm to Martin. "Climb up."

GM (GM): You pop the cover off and stick you head in the vent. It's dark.

Martin Baron puts away his hook in his backpack, setting that aside on the ground. He retrieves the 10mm Pistol and a single magazine, taking Clayton's offer and climbs into the ventilation shaft.

Martin Baron: ( I'll roll perception, if it doesn't give me another 6 )
( Maybe it'll give me night vision. )
rolling 1d100+15
(19)+15= 34

GM (GM): Still dark.

Valerie P. Awsum yells at Clay "Zero Guns are... oh you know what fuck it. If I break a wrist, you'll set it." she says and walks to the monster and scans where the brain should be before saying few soothing words about "It being all over soon" and "Not worrying a thing" and shooting it from a shot distance, twice where the brain should be and once in the heart.

Martin Baron: ( Still can't see. Oh well, I'll continue inwards. Don't have a flashlight or anything to give any light, so I'll just have to continue onwards blind. )

Valerie P. Awsum gives Clay the gun back "Thanks" and decides to join Martin "You know I have a flashlight..."

Martin Baron: "Doesh it have a brain too?" Martin says back, his voice echoing into the vents.

Jonathan Sommer: ((EVERYBODY HATES VALE))

GM (GM): That'd do it.

Clayton R. it's only downing on Clayton now how long Martin has been drunk. He tucks away the revolver with some difficulty as he holds up Martin.

Martin Baron returns to the entrance of the vent, sticking his hand out for the flashlight to be handed up to him.

Valerie P. Awsum hands Martin the flashlight "Don't lose it. It's proton pack powered."

Martin Baron: ( That much alcohol in a 3 foot body can do wonders )
( Or maybe it doesn't, I don't really know. )

Cas Hutson goes into the third room while the others are busy, taking a quick inspection of what's inside room number three.

Martin Baron: "Yeah, I bet it ish..." Martin replies, turning on the flashlight and continuing his exploration.

Valerie P. Awsum yells "No seriously. They don't make those no more."

GM (GM): Looking around you see the vent leading to your left, down the hall, and back to reception.

Martin Baron: ( I'll head left then. Gonna roll hearing again, try to single the sailor out. )
rolling 1d100+15+20
(14)+15+20= 49
( Hello trash rolls, you've been overstaying your welcome for quite some time. )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "Look, I'm not gonna lie I much prefer energy weapons."

Jonathan Sommer presses a harmless looking button to pass the time.

Clayton R.: "Who doesn't?"

GM (GM): Martin, the swearing gets louder!
A secret drawer opens up in the desk.

Martin Baron readies his pistol in the other hand, inching closer down the vent to find whoever is stuck up here.

Jonathan Sommer sits up in his chair and looks into the drawer.

Valerie P. Awsum: "Well I'm more trained in energy gun usage."

GM (GM): Sommer, you find a 9mm pistol are a book of regulations about firing ICBMs.

Jonathan Sommer: "Hmm."

Jonathan Sommer quickly skims through the book.

GM (GM): Martin, you crawl until you are in communications. There you see an old vulture man messing with consoles, apparently frustrated by them.

Martin Baron: ( I want to do a sneak roll. )

GM (GM): (Probably should.

Martin Baron: ( I'm gonna perform the basics of CQC. )

Clayton R. turns back toward Val, "anybody would sue them in a heartbeat though. Why use guns when you have a death ray?"

Martin Baron: ( While he has his back turned looking at the consoles, I'm gonna sneak behind him and subdue him. )

Clayton R.: Whoops *use

Martin Baron: ( How much does sneak +3 in skill give to the roll? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Don't accidentally slit his throat))

Martin Baron: ( "accidentally" )

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "Because if you shoot someone in the suit they're good as dead. Can you lend me the gun? I want to go into the vents."

Martin Baron: ( Yes, he accidentally shot himself twelve times. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((He fell on my bullets))

GM (GM): Val! The vent is abit small for you!
You must roll contortion!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( FIRST TIME IN MONTHS ))

GM (GM): ( 1d100+agi. Beat 100)

Clayton R. arches an eyebrow, he pulls out the revolver again, along with 12 bullets. He squats down. "Here... be careful, climb up on my shoulders to get inside."

GM (GM): It never came up.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+25
(13)+25= 38

Valerie P. Awsum tries to squeeze in "Damn it... too tight."

Earrtet Acroud : "Boost me up, im the only other small fry here."

Clayton R. sighs under Val's weight. "Aren't rats supposed to be good at this kind of stuff?"

Martin Baron: ( Be right back, making tea. )

Clayton R. gestures for the lizard to come forward

GM (GM): Brb myself gotta stretch.

Valerie P. Awsum pulls out and falls flat on her ass "I'm a POSSUM"

GM (GM): Val, despite your petite figure your body is too long and stiff to angle into the vents!

Earrtet Acroud : "Clay mind if you give me a bost to the vent?"

Clayton R. stares at Val for for a while. "Oh... I guess I should've known that with a name like Pawsom." He says with a slight snicker. He leans down so the lizard can climb up.

Jonathan Sommer tosses the book to the side and presses another button.

Valerie P. Awsum grumbles "Fate loves screwing with you, doesn't it?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Thank man." as i crawl up and follow be hind where martin went."

Martin Baron: ( I'm sorry, I'm back. )

GM (GM): You short sized Errtet?

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, sneak roll then attack? How much does sneak +3 give GM? )

GM (GM): +30

Martin Baron: ( Thank you. Rolling now. )
rolling 1d100+45+30
(96)+45+30= 171

Earrtet Acroud : ain't it +10 per point)

Clayton R. nods half-heatedly. "I don't think I'm gonna fit, I'll see about opening these doors though." He says, turning back to Val, "You think you can help with that?"

Valerie P. Awsum shrugs "I guess?... I had to open my door for my boss... right?"

Clayton R.: "Riiiight."

Martin Baron: ( That's a lot of things. )

Cas Hutson: ((I apologize, back as well.))

Jonathan! Lights turn red and and sirens wail

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

Jonathan Sommer: "Shit."

GM (GM): Nope, doesn't see you coming.

Martin Baron: ( Is my sneak roll forfeit? )
( Lol )

GM (GM): Nah, it's very distracting.

Jonathan Sommer attempts to press buttons to silence the alarm.

GM (GM): The alarm goes off.

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, think I can perform a wrestle or grapple attack to pacify him? Continuing with Metal Gear memes, like http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/9/9c/MGS3_CQC.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090719030616 )

GM (GM): The bird, still unaware of martin, sqwaks on a hand held radio.

Martin Baron: ( Got a hook, can still cut. )

Clayton R. closes his eyes in anger as the alarms go off around him. "We best handle this first." He says, gesturing all around."

Vulture: Dang it guys! Every squatter in here is going to be frenzied, stop jerking around!

Martin Baron: ( There are more people in here, they're locked in the rooms. )
( Not in this room, but the others )
( Oh wait, piss, I left the hook in my backpack near Clayton. All I got is my gun. )

GM (GM): So, make your move?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Gun to the head !!))

Martin Baron: ( Intimidation I suppose. )

Earrtet Acroud : (we can 2 for 1 on him)

GM (GM): Sneak then intimidation.

Martin Baron: ( Roll for sneak again then? )

GM (GM): So, you want to give him a heart attack?

Martin Baron: ( I want answers )
( Not a dead bird )
( Or I can grapple him and hold the gun to his head, I dunno. )

Clayton R. facepalms, waving at Val to follow as he approaches the door. "let's see what we can do?"

GM (GM): Sure

Martin Baron: ( So you said sneak roll again? )

GM (GM): Roll perception!
Sure

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+45+30
(66)+45+30= 141

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(6)+25= 31

Valerie P. Awsum sighs and follows and tries to find something she can use to open it... like a panel

GM (GM): Still unaware.

Clayton R. examines the door

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+50
(12)+50= 62

Martin Baron attempts to lurk behind the vulture, not wanting to kill him, but pacify him.

Martin Baron: ( Alright, so grapple, is it a strength roll? Because I may fail at intimidation immediately. )
( I'm sorry, I want to do this cleanly. )

GM (GM): Detailed examination, and that you already seen it, reveals that the door has been booby trapped. There is a string tied to the pin on a grenade behind the door.
Regular agi

Cas Hutson moves on out of the room, and behind Valerie and Clayton as he makes a huff.

Martin Baron: ( Thank you, I'm sorry for the wait. I'm going to grapple and hold him in place, so if my intimidation fails he wont make a sudden attack. )

GM (GM): ((What to remember:
To grab a target, you perform a
melee attack as normal

GM (GM): (1d100+agility bonus). Whatever
limb is grabbed is effectively
disabled and the target cannot move

GM (GM): or dodge.
To break free from a grapple both
parties must roll 1d100+strength

GM (GM): bonus.
Breaking free is a free action.
Wrestling moves take one action.))

Clayton R. pulls his hand far away from the door. "Looks like it's booby trapped" He says, pointing to the string.

Martin Baron: ( Wait, so grapple is just for one limb? Would wrestle be better in this case? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Grapple his head))

GM (GM): Either works.

Martin Baron: ( Sorry, sorry. Rolling now. )
rolling 1d100+45
(79)+45= 124
( Grappling his head sounds smart. )

GM (GM): You grabbed him and hold a gun to his head. He is very surprised and swears more emphatically!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Sucks for Val to know only science ))
"I don't have any skills in disarming bombs..."

Earrtet Acroud : (mind if i hop down with ya martin?)

Martin Baron , somehow able to succeed with this attack, says as plainly as he could to him "Don't... hic! ...move."

Martin Baron: ( Sure, come on down. )

Clayton R. looks to his topsider helmet for help, searching for any instructions on bomb disarming on some topsider wiki or something.

Earrtet Acroud : Earrlet hops down and starts cracking the cat o 9 tails for intimidation

GM (GM): ((I really don't know if topsider helmets have any databases or anything. Aaron never said there were... That's a good question!))

Valerie P. Awsum extends a hand "Give me that. I know more about its functions"

Martin Baron: ( Now would be ideal for intimidation. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Am I out of buttons?))

Martin Baron: ( I'll give it a try first. )

GM (GM): ((Yes, sorry Sommer!))

Earrtet Acroud : you add mind bonus for imtiditation?

Martin Baron: "Tell me everything... you know, birdshbrain." Martin says, trying to sound intimidating despite still being hammered for half of the entire day.
( Yeah. )
rolling 1d100+15
(24)+15= 39

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 15
(62)+15= 77

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, was afraid this would happen. )

Clayton R. eyes Val closely. "Fine, only for this." He begrudgingly agrees, taking off his helmet and handing it to the possum lady.

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(19)+25= 44

Martin Baron: ( Thanks for backing me up Earrtet. )

GM (GM): The vutlure has been intimidated by the souless eyes and dripping maw of the gator!

Valerie P. Awsum puts it on and tries to interface it with the suit.... the face front obviously sticking out.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+30+45+10
(76)+30+45+10= 161

GM (GM): Open it a crack and cut the damn string.
That is the solution.

Clayton R.: (( Someone is familiar with the software. ))

Martin Baron: "Tell ush!" Martin yells, relieved that Earrtet's appearance helped with spooking the bird.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "Nade on a string. Happy now? Open it a bit and cut the string."

Vulture: Tell you what?!

Martin Baron: ( Best shut the door as quickly as possible once you cut it. Just in case you messed it up. )

Clayton R. nods, "better safe than sorry." He hold out on hand, "My helmet please."

Martin Baron: "Where are the othersh? What do you know about thish place?"

GM (GM): ((Sorry, didn't read that line.))

Valerie P. Awsum pulls the head off "Eugh... it smells like blood in there. Here" she gives Clay the head back. "I'm surprised you don't know about the chemical trace function."

GM (GM): ((He has a condition!))

Martin Baron: ( His condition is called ugly, it can't be cured. )

Clayton R.: "I tend to learn as I go. I only ever got some basic training for it." He's a bit surprised to see Val hasn't had a reaction to his face.

Clayton R. quickly reequips the helmet.

Vulture: We are here to jack the missile. I'm supposed to get on contact with Endtown and convince them to surrender.

Valerie P. Awsum hrumps "That is a basic function..."

Martin Baron: "Wash that who you were trying to talk to on the radio?"

GM (GM): ((Sorry, I can't help but laugh at drunking intterogation.)

Clayton R.: "Well excuse me then, maybe you can teach me sometime." He jokes, " Do you have a knife?"

Martin Baron: ( If anything, it's spookier to the bird. Who knows when the drunk slips his finger and fires the gun. )

GM (GM): The vulture says that he was talking to the rest of the group, obvioulsy.

Valerie P. Awsum pulls out something that can be best described as a bayonet "I hope this won't go into my ribs"

Martin Baron: "Where are they?"

GM (GM): "Command room." he says, "Our leader used to work at this base so we got through easily."

Clayton R. takes the blade, "Hopefully." He puts on his riot mask again as he cracks open the door, he reaches out to cut the string.

Earrtet Acroud : "Wait, he used to work here?

Martin Baron looks to Earrtet, "We need to tell the othersh... Maybe the snakesh too, they can help ush out."

GM (GM): "Yes, he used to work here. People had flaggin jobs before the war, you know."
"How do you think we even know about this place?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Stumbled on it like we did?))

Earrtet Acroud : (what jona said)

Martin Baron: ( If you want to ask questions too Earrtet, go ahead. )
"Maybe you guysh just found it... How do we know for shure?"

Earrtet Acroud : "Well you could have stumbled across this place like we did, so what you bosses name?

Jonathan Sommer: "Uh, fellas. Looks like someone's trying to blow into this joint."

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "You know... A lot of our patrols have been taken up by a lot of booby traps. First primitive ones like this, then something really bad like transporters melted by thermite... crews blown to bits..."

Vulture: We took a tram for miles then popped up in the middle of nowhere, then ran inside a base that we were able to lock doors quickly, carefully avoiding the monsters... By accident?

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay "...this wasn't this team, right?"

Vulture: You ding bags followed us here

Earrtet Acroud : (looks like shit has hit the fan, finish off bird man and help jona?)

Clayton R. shrugs. "I don't think so, We used to have a guy who loved thermite, but he has been gone for a while." He turns back to face Val. "What are you on about?"

Vulture: The boss is named

Clayton R.: (( Have I cut the booby trap yet GM? ))

GM (GM): ((Crap, I can't think of any bird alliterative names. Help me out here, guys!))
Yes,

Clayton R.: (( Crane ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((POPPY PENGUIN))

Clayton R.: (( iunno ))

GM (GM): The string bows verily to your mighty blade.

Earrtet Acroud : "now tell us how to open these doors and you might be sparred from a unfortunate death."

Cas Hutson: ((Private?))

His: name is Pek.

Clayton R. pulls his arm out of the crevice, handing the bayonet back to Val. "There, we're through."

Vulture: Peter Pek.

Clayton R. opens the door.

Valerie P. Awsum looks at Clay as she takes the knife back "...well you know. I just wanted to know. It's not like anyone was asking questions. In those transports were some of the people I knew." she blinks "A guy that loved thermite? Some wannabe anarchist or a proper chemist?"

Martin Baron: "Normal namesh jusht don't exisht anymore, do they?" Martin jokes to Earrtet.

Earrtet Acroud : (flipper, cause flipping the bird.)

Jonathan Sommer hides behind the desk as he watches the glowing hot door.

Martin Baron: ( Some of y'all might wanna run back before we lose Rocket. )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Might be a good idea ))

Clayton R. chuckled, something about what Val said really got him. "Could be a bit of both really. He helped engineer a lot of gear for us, but he was a proper Nazi about killing topsiders, We got into fights sometimes."

Valerie P. Awsum puts her hand on Clay's shoulder "Should we help the coon guy?"

Martin Baron: "Anything elshe you know?"

Valerie P. Awsum then adds "...did he have a name by any chance?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((Nah, he's fine despite lead poisoning))

Clayton R.: "Sure, let's got hen."

Martin Baron: ( Maybe one last intimidation roll will get whatever last bit of info we can get. )

Vulture: Only that I do not have confidence in your ability to stop us.

Martin Baron: ( Just for the heck of it. Earrtet, you can go on ahead, my intiative being 0 wont help with fighting. )
rolling 1d100+15
(74)+15= 89

Clayton R. shakes his head, "Ill tell you later if you really want to know."

Earrtet Acroud : (kill?)

Martin Baron: "You besht shpill out what you're hiding now."

Valerie P. Awsum nods heading down the corridor, clenching the revolver in her hands "I do..."

Martin Baron: ( I'll choke him out, maybe tie him with a sheet from the cots. )

Jonathan Sommer turns to the group as they enter the room. "How goes the investigatin'?"

Clayton R. yells at Sommer and Val. "Take positions!"

GM (GM): You put him in a sleeper hold and then tie him up.

Martin Baron: ( Guess he didn't know anything else from the intimidate roll then. )

GM (GM): For the sake of speed let's say you do that.

Martin Baron: ( Oh well, at least I didn't lose any MP over it. )
( Thanks fam. )
( Sorry about my slow ass. )

GM (GM): (( Well, if you wanted to know details about ham radios then he's got tons of information!))

Martin Baron: ( Hell yeah I do. )

Jonathan Sommer pulls out the 9mm from the desk drawer.

GM (GM): You rejoin Jonathan in the reception room
Sparks are coming out from underneath the door.

Martin Baron follows Clayton's command, placing the unconscious bird near one of the chairs next to the exit.

Martin Baron: ( I'll take position here. )
( Thanks GM. )

GM (GM): The sparks stop,

Martin Baron fishes out his shotgun from his backpack, aimed at the door in preparation.

Clayton R. readies his blaster

GM (GM): ...Its clear now that weren't welding it open, they were welding it shut!

Martin Baron: ( Aw shite. )

Earrtet Acroud : (would throwing me like a dart and biting the target be to silly?)

Martin Baron: ( No that sounds amazing. )

GM (GM): Sure, it works

Jonathan Sommer: "... Now what?"

Martin Baron: ( Can I lift you with 4 strength? )
( Wait, I got it: the vents guys. )

Clayton R. stands up after a moment. "Goddamn it, stand back."

Martin Baron: ( If it connects the green room to here, maybe it connects to the other rooms. )

Clayton R. switches the baster to drill.

Earrtet Acroud : (i was more planning for Cas or the elephant man.)

Clayton R. takes aim at the welded door, and fires.

GM (GM): You fire at the door.
You deal about 500 damage or to say you have it at 50% when terror strikes!
From the vents threw worm like mutants pour out!

Martin Baron: ( Oh shit )

GM (GM): Flailing long tongues and loud hissing.
By horrible chance behind you the door bursts open!
The other one!

Clayton R. switches his blaster back to stun as he swivels to face the mutants.

Jonathan Sommer: ((FUCK))

Martin Baron: "Oh for #$&%&&^@)#&)%(&^@#_)($&(&%^#)(!" Martin shouts incomprehensibly.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+30+10
(62)+45+30+10= 147

Jonathan Sommer: ((How good is your agi, Suule?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( 5))

Cas Hutson was about to head on over towards to the desk, or was planning to before the mutants showed up. Cursing up a storm under his breath, he pulls out the 9mm, ready for combat.

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+80
(68)+80= 148

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+55
(15)+55= 70
((I need to change out dice))

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+40
(13)+40= 53

Valerie P. Awsum shouts out "The worms, watch out for the tounges! The big one is a charger! Take cover!

GM (GM): Eh, let's just use the old int table we had set up.

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+55
(15)+55= 70

GM (GM): Claton!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( What the fuck ))

GM (GM): (( The dice demand it!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Sommer and Vale, back to back))

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 15
(52)+15= 67

Clayton R. sprints to face the giant mutant bearing down on them. He prepares to fire his blaster at the monster.

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(19)+30= 49

GM (GM): Hit.
250 damage as the beam burns through the beast.

Clayton R.: (( The blaster is on Stun. I switched it before battle. ))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yeah it's stun ))

GM (GM): Okay
rolling 1d10
(2)= 2

Clayton R.: (( fugg, that is a short time. ))

GM (GM): Four rounds!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Enough for Sommer))

Cas Hutson: ((Hey GM, for some reason I can only see Jon on the turn order..))

Earrtet Acroud : (so we not doing the turn thing?)

Clayton R. fires at the middle worm mutant.

Martin Baron: ( Same. Reload. )

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(9)+30= 39

Cas Hutson: ((I reloaded and that did nothing.))

GM (GM): Miss!

Clayton R.: (( whelp, dice don got me too. ))

Martin Baron: ( Same. Oh well. )

Clayton R.: (( get em boys. ))

GM (GM): You go after the mutants.
I'll let you know when it's your turn.

Earrtet Acroud : (the turn thing still broke)

Val!

Cas Hutson: ((Alright, thanks GM.))

Valerie P. Awsum takes aim at the worm across the room "REMEMBER ABOUT THE TOUNGES" she yells and fires

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100
(54)= 54

Clayton R. grimaces as he misses the snakelike mutants.

GM (GM): Hit!

Valerie P. Awsum: (( What's the damage on the revolver? ))

GM (GM): ((A normal one or the special one the raccoon found?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I think it's the special one ))

GM (GM): 4d10+40
It's a shotgun slug

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 4d10+40
(5+10+1+10)+40= 66
( What the fuck Val... ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wait, she has my gun?))

GM (GM): You fire and hit the mutant square!
It's a very, very nasty wound!

Valerie P. Awsum shoots again if she can...

GM (GM): Sure

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100
(12)= 12
( Awww ))

GM (GM): Miss! It chips a wall.
Mutants!

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Jon: Funny how she always have someone's gun in her hand. )

GM (GM): Martin!
Tongue attack
rolling 1d100+25
(80)+25= 105

Martin Baron: ( Can I dodge? )

GM (GM): Not this turn!

Martin Baron: ( Right, forgot. Parry then? )
( Dodge is for your own turn, parry for out of it. )

GM (GM): (Eh, I don't know...)

Valerie P. Awsum yells "Hey, Hare! Don't get ensared"

GM (GM): You are entangled!

Martin Baron: ( Well shit, if the GM doesn't know then...)
"TOO LATE!" Martin screams back.

GM (GM): The creature tries to pull you in!

Martin Baron: ( Resist? )

GM (GM): (pg. 92 in the book)
(yep.
1d100 pls strength

Martin Baron: ( Sorry, don't have it pulled up, can you post the link again? )

GM (GM): o' tug of war.

Martin Baron: ( Rolling. )
rolling 1d100+8
(75)+8= 83

GM (GM): https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc

Martin Baron: ( Strength HP bonus or something else? )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(16)+30= 46

Martin Baron: ( Strength damage to HP bonus I mean. )

GM (GM): Nope, same as damage.

Martin Baron: ( So plus 8 then for my strength of 4. Still won anyway. )

GM (GM): You resist and stay on your feet!

Martin Baron: ( Cool. )

GM (GM): Next guy!

Martin Baron: ( Wish I could taunt the other two, get them to focus on me. I got the most armor, so it wouldn't hurt the others. )

GM (GM): Taking offense to that shot the worm moves and attacks clay!
rolling 1d100+25
(5)+25= 30
Also a miss,
The last worm mixes it but by moving up and biting Earrtet
(This you may parry.)
rolling 1d100+25
(49)+25= 74

Earrtet Acroud : (parry roll)

Martin Baron: ( agility bonus )

GM (GM): (/r 1d100+25)
(/r 1d100+agility bonus, sorry.)

Martin Baron: ( It uses up an action though, so you'll have 1 less when it's your turn. )

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 1d100 + 45
(76)+45= 121

GM (GM): That's right.

Earrtet Acroud : (lord of the dance baby)

GM (GM): You push him back in the few spots that are neither mouth nor teeth!
Cas!

Valerie P. Awsum looks around assesting situation "Take care of the little ones. We need to euthanize the big one before it wakes up."

Cas Hutson: ((Ah, okay! I'll shimmy on over and try to get a shot at the worm mutant on the green neon line.))

GM (GM): Okay!
Pop and lock!

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(65)= 65

GM (GM): Hit, damage?

Clayton R.: (( Making a sandwich real quick ))

GM (GM): ((I realize now the party has alot of different weapons suddenly.))

Cas Hutson: rolling 2d+10+20
2= 2
(wait, shoot.))
((I did that wrong, sorry.))
((Gimme a moment))
rolling 2d10+20
(9+7)+20= 36
((There we go))

Martin Baron: ( Only one of my weapons I bought for myself. )

GM (GM): okay!

Martin Baron: ( Every other one I took off of someone )

GM (GM): You hit it right in the back, the creature didn't seem to notice. You wonder if they even feel pain.
Endturn?
Sommer!

Jonathan Sommer: ((That's me))

GM (GM): Your turn!

Jonathan Sommer rushes over to Martin's side.

Martin Baron: ( Nah I'm fine fam. )
( I'm gonna tase the tongue, and possibly myself. I know what I'm doing. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((It's the in-character thing to do))

Martin Baron: ( Nah, I'm shitting you, please help. )

Valerie P. Awsum: ( Famous last words )

Clayton R.: (( back now ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm burst-firing at the tongue thing))

GM (GM): (( Everyone is going to die!))

Martin Baron: ( Don't you have a knife? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not sure if it's strong enough or not))

GM (GM): He also has a gun

Earrtet Acroud : (i can bite the touges off)

Martin Baron: ( I wonder if that's a delicacy. )

GM (GM): Yes, technically
I mean, why would you not be able to?

Martin Baron: ( Go ahead then. )

Earrtet Acroud : (if it fails and i get past the one infront of me)

Jonathan Sommer fires at the tongue holding Martin.

GM (GM): Right so Sommer! +30 to hit or damage?

Jonathan Sommer: ((DAMAGE))

GM (GM): Or are you dropping the whole load?
You can just empty the chamber and it's done for.

Martin Baron: ( Might as well just shoot the thing instead of the tongue. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((The tongue or the monster?))

Valerie P. Awsum: (( The monster is a better pick ))

GM (GM): The tongue's hp should probably be 30
60 actually.

Jonathan Sommer unloads on the monster holding Martin!

Martin Baron: ( inb4 a 1 )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Clay you still have that nade, right? ))

GM (GM): That would definitely be a ricochete.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( The one from the trap ))

GM (GM): Sure

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Shove it into the big monster ))

GM (GM): Roll to shoot!

Martin Baron: ( Would you roll for who, or just ricochete onto Sommer? )

GM (GM): Yes. Crit fails are all about letting the GM have more power!

Martin Baron: ( He's still out for quite a bit, we should save it for the birds. )

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(56)= 56

GM (GM): Hit
Damage?

Jonathan Sommer: ((What's the gun from the drawer?))

GM (GM): 9mm
pg. 72
71, sorry
Fire modes: +15 damage when
firing half the clip. +35 damage to spend
the full clip.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 2d10+20+35
(4+9)+20+35= 68

GM (GM): You fire off the whole clip into the beast, it's badly wounded but stands!
Last action?

Martin Baron: ( Throw a playing card at it )

Jonathan Sommer: ((I throw my gun at the monster))

GM (GM): Sure

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(56)= 56

Cas Hutson: ((Would be a bit funny for the beast to end up dying from a gun being thrown at.))

GM (GM): Hit.

Jonathan Sommer: "Chock on this!"

GM (GM): Damage: 1d10+10+str

Martin Baron: ( chock? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((*choke))

GM (GM): 1d10+15+str, sorry

Jonathan Sommer: ((Although it could work as chock, in a way))

GM (GM): There you go. The gun is deadlier than the bullets

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d10+15+20
(6)+15+20= 41

GM (GM): You know what? It has hp left after that so I'll just give it to you.

Martin Baron: ( "I have to kill fast, and bullets too slow" )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( JON SOMMER WAS ONE DAY IN AN OFFICE, TYPING ON A COMPUTER WHEN MUTANTS AND MONSTERS...))

GM (GM): The pistol flies through the air and hits the bugger between the eyes quite hard, and it thumps to the floor.

Jonathan Sommer: "... Didn't think that would work."

Cas Hutson: ((.. Huh.))

GM (GM): Earrtet!

Martin Baron shakes off the loose tongue wrapped around his body, mumbling something about magic nonsense and tossing guns and somehow killing it.

Earrtet Acroud : (is the creatures tounges out)
cause im planning a bad french kiss)
rolling 1d100 + 45
(56)+45= 101

GM (GM): That's a hit.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Noice ))

GM (GM): Roll dam dam

Earrtet Acroud : rolling 4d10 + 46
(6+4+3+9)+46= 68
(sorry that im slow as fuck)
thats a bite

GM (GM): You snap and sear off it's tongue. The creature is upset by that!
Next 2 actions?

Martin Baron: ( Wrestle it and give it a death roll )

Earrtet Acroud : imma double whip it
rolling 3d10 + 21
(9+5+10)+21= 45
rolling 3d10 + 21
(3+10+5)+21= 39

GM (GM): You lash the monster scarring it up badly!
Martin!

Martin Baron: ( I'm blasting green one. )
rolling 1d100
(97)= 97

GM (GM): Blasted.

Martin Baron: rolling 3d10+30
(3+9+7)+30= 49

Martin Baron fires a shotgun shell at the mutant attacking Clayton!

Earrtet Acroud : (who would win in a fight, Ted Turner or The Hulkster?)

GM (GM): You hit the thing in the back
(Wrestling or court case?)

Earrtet Acroud : wrestling

GM (GM): The creature is badly wounded now!.

Martin Baron: ( The hulkster because of his popularity. )

GM (GM): For the record, the toothy monster that is on your team is the green one.
(Hulk, even from his wheelchair.)

Martin Baron: ( I CAN'T TELL WHICH ONE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT )
( THE GREEN DOT ONE, THE ONE ON THE GREEN LINE, OR THE ALLIGATOR )

GM (GM): Such is life.

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, firing again. )
rolling 1d100
(88)= 88

GM (GM): hitsy

Martin Baron: rolling 3d10+30
(3+5+9)+30= 47

GM (GM): 0 hp exactly.

Martin Baron fires once again at the mutant on the green line, pellets tearing it's skin apart!

Martin Baron: ( 1 action left, want me to help you out Earrtet? )

GM (GM): Your follow shot hits the creature in a vital organ and it drops.

Martin Baron: ( I was shooting the green line one. )

Earrtet Acroud : (sure

Martin Baron: ( Oh well. )

Earrtet Acroud : 0

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, I guess with Earrtet's dead, I'll shoot the last tongue monster. )

GM (GM): In that case it has 48hp left.

Martin Baron: ( Rolling. )
rolling 1d100
(38)= 38
( Miss. )

GM (GM): zip!

Clayton!

Martin Baron: ( End turn. )

Valerie P. Awsum yells "Clay, the grenade, use it on the big creature."

Martin Baron: ( I wonder if I can find something to smoke with my pipe, now that I know it's not meant for bludgeoning. I'm already 90% alcohol, I don't think smoking will kill me any faster. )

Clayton R.: shakes his head. "I'll just put it down with the blaster."

GM (GM): Roll damage, it's not hard to miss

Clayton R. switches the blaster to drill

Valerie P. Awsum points to the worm "I'll take care of this nasty one."

Clayton R.: (( What is the blaster damage roll again? ))

GM (GM): 250 damage per turn

Martin Baron: ( better angle it good, or it'll tear right through and hit Cas. )

Clayton R.: (( Why would I roll damage if it is a flat value? ))

GM (GM): a shot is 2d100+150

Clayton R.: (( oh, alright ))

GM (GM): Point.
Sorry.

Clayton R.: rolling 2d100+150
(25+51)+150= 226

Earrtet Acroud : (( Was it ever stated that we still have the weak glands for eating raw meat or was that changed due to the bombs?)

GM (GM): You fire into it and the blast destroys the creature.
Last action
(( Maybe blasters need to be fixed, huh?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Well, they are deadly.))

Clayton R. grimaces, finally vaporizing the massive mutant, He holds position

Clayton R.: (( I'll save my last action. ))
(( isn't the blue dot snake mutant dead? ))

GM (GM): Well, there are 4 cannon modes but really it seems you ever need is two.

Valerie P. Awsum fires at the last worm

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100
(63)= 63

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 4d10+40
(9+6+3+4)+40= 62

Jonathan Sommer: ((You retracted that, Martin))

Earrtet Acroud : (no its almost dead, i think)

GM (GM): Blue dot, right?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Yep ))

GM (GM): With a meaty bang the creature falls!

Valerie P. Awsum shoots the one near Earrtet next

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100
(74)= 74
rolling 4d10+40
(7+2+5+8)+40= 62

GM (GM): Your wrist, really, really hurts. That should be noted.
34 hp left on that one.
Last round of monsters!
Earrtet!

Earrtet Acroud : (( can i add the munants tounge to my inventory for cookin and eating later?

rolling 1d100 + 45
(8)+45= 53
GM (GM): It wants to eat you for as a means of escape!
rolling 1d100+25
(79)+25= 104

Earrtet Acroud : (shit)

GM (GM): rolling 6d10+60
(6+10+7+9+8+5)+60= 105

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh boy))

GM (GM): I had to double check that.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( YIKES ))

Martin Baron: ( Can anybody intervene? )

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Nazi doctor will need to save you ))

GM (GM): The creature sinks in with it's gigantic teeth and impales you!
Any armor?

Earrtet Acroud : i had leather armor

GM (GM): It will now lift you up and try to drag you away!

Cas Hutson: ((Aw sho ot))

GM (GM): Cas!

Cas Hutson makes a quick turn, aiming the 9mm at the last alive worm to take a shot!

Martin Baron: ( Drop kick it, quick! )

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100
(99)= 99
((Dan g))

GM (GM): So close
I'm going to review the bite rules and the blaster rules this week.
Make it abit easier.
Roll damage

Cas Hutson: rolling 2d10+20
(4+7)+20= 31

GM (GM): Eh, just enough take it down.
it has 3 hp left.
The monster drops in its tracks and loosens its bite grip on the gator!
Combat over!

Valerie P. Awsum blows the smoke from the barrel, swings the revolver in her hand before putting her into her belt... "Who needs medical attention?"

Valerie P. Awsum pulls out her medical bag before noticing how her wrist HURTS LIKE A BITCH

Jonathan Sommer: "Alright, Cool Hand Possum. I'll take that back now."

Clayton R. keeps his blaster handy. He turns to Val. "Nice shooting Tex. You're getting the hang of this real fast."

Martin Baron reloads the shotgun, motioning for Val to go check out Earrtet. He decides to go check on the bird to make sure he's still unconscious.

Earrtet Acroud : (wait i got a species perk that add +10 mental health in face of emergencies, what does that mean in this situation?)

GM (GM): Jonathan, you check the pistol over and notice one last shell. Also it looks like it could use some repair.

Jonathan Sommer grabs the pistol and turns towards Vale for the revolver.

Earrtet Acroud : (and armored skin with +20 hp)

GM (GM): The bird is still out. It's only been less than a minute, really.
yep.

Martin Baron: ( Still, best to make sure he isn't faking it. )

Valerie P. Awsum throws the revolver to Jon "You should hide your weapons better.... then moves to Earrtet "Okay... shit. If you were one of us, I would've had to euthanize you now. That's a nasty wound."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Surgery or FA needed here? ))

Cas Hutson gives a quick reload on his 9mm before putting it away for now, watching Valerie head over to Earrtet.

Martin Baron: ( Actually... GM, mind if I cut the tongue of the dead red-dot mutant? I can probably bind the bird down. )

GM (GM): Earrtet right now : https://youtu.be/VP8ZRV7F4qI

Earrtet Acroud : EArrtet Tries to breath in a slow paced breath and tries to stay calm

Jonathan Sommer examines his now empty revolver with a grumble.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Surgery, got it. That's MND, right? ))

GM (GM): Sure

Valerie P. Awsum shakes her head when reaching for the first aid supplies, then pulls out the surgery kit "Lie down, bite on this..." she gives him a clean rag "It will hurt.... at lot."

Valerie P. Awsum: (( I'm gonna go for a moderate heal ))

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet bites down on the rag

Valerie P. Awsum: rolling 1d100+45+20+30
(32)+45+20+30= 127
(( Phew... ))

GM (GM): How much did you want to heal?

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Moderate amount for surgery. Isn't that like 50?

GM (GM): +20 per difficulty

Clayton R.: ?me stands over Earrtet as Val does he best to treat the lizard.

Clayton R. stands over Earrtet as Val does he best to treat the lizard.

Valerie P. Awsum: (( Okay 60 then ))

GM (GM): Sure.

Earrtet Acroud : (So this mean im goona have to sit out the rest of this adventure?)

GM (GM): Earrtet, you have been given 3 mutant teeth as they were removed from your body!

Valerie P. Awsum finishes up stiching the wound. "Shit... running out of alcohol to clean the tools. Anyone got vodka? Whiskey will do too." she says wiping the tools with one-use napkins.

Jonathan Sommer whistles as he hands Vale his half-empty bottle.

Clayton R. stares at Martin

GM (GM): Okay, crisis' averted. Let us call the session for today.

Martin Baron: ( GM, mind if I cut the tongue of one of the mutants? It'll have to do for now as binding. )

Cas Hutson gives a simple shrug. "Don't got any of 'em," he says nonchalantly, eyeing at Earrtet.

Martin Baron: ( Sorry, Clayton. )

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/yoUCS9v2yjU
Sure

Martin Baron notices Clayton's staring, and gives him a nonchalant "Yeah?"

GM (GM): You chop the sucker and make it a disgusting rope.
hp 60.
Abit tougher than standard thread.

Martin Baron: ( Roll to tie the bird? )

GM (GM): Nah,

Earrtet Acroud : Earrtet Acrowd tries to talk through the rag is his mouth "Gwet Mhew out Mouth MHERE." while breathing heavly.

GM (GM): I don't have a skill for rope tying.
I thought that would be cruel and unusal.

Martin Baron feels disgusted as he chops the monsters tongue off, but as long as it keeps Pek from waking up and attacking them from behind...

Earrtet Acroud : (just get a boy scouts mannual for help)

Martin Baron: ( I'm gonna tie his arms down. Maybe his legs too if there's enough tongue. )

Valerie P. Awsum pulls the rag out "Sorry... I'm saving morphine for amputations."

Martin Baron: ( Anyway, what do ya need Clayton? )
( Really surprised no one's gotten any of their body parts chopped off yet, or needed to be.)

Earrtet Acroud : "Just drag my ass out of here, i ain't gonna be any help as a chew toy."

GM (GM): Okay guys, I do have to go now.

Martin Baron: ( I almost did with that knife fight, but that's all I can think of. )
( Ah sorry, want the paste? )

Clayton R.: (( Oh, Clayton was just trying to point attention to the guy that had alcohol. ))

Jonathan Sommer: Cya GM

Martin Baron: ( Oh no, I had none. Sorry. )

Clayton R.: later GM

GM (GM): Everyone get's +30 xp for the fights.

Cas Hutson: Oh, bye GM!

Valerie P. Awsum: Who MVP?

GM (GM): Sommer gets +10 for working the dials.
Cas and Val get +20 for saving the gator.
Martin, I'd say.
Subduing the dude.
But I'm the GM, I get no say.

Cas Hutson: Wait, Martin subdued someone?

GM (GM): Shoot, really gotta fly. Lates!

Earrtet Acroud : and what about the help i gave with the intimidation?

GM (GM): And good job today!

Martin Baron: Guess I'll post this to /co/ later.
Anyway, want to make a vote then?

Valerie P. Awsum: So umm
Yeah

Cas Hutson: Yeah!

Martin Baron: I'll vote for Earrtet for intimidation and not dying.

Valerie P. Awsum: Martin for Metal Gear action

Cas Hutson: I'm voting for Sommer for actually killing a monster by throwing a gun.

Martin Baron: 1 Martin
1 Sommer

Valerie P. Awsum: Yeah

Jonathan Sommer: I vote Martin

Martin Baron: 1 Earrtet

Earrtet Acroud : not dying is a stupid reason, you all didn't die either

Clayton R.: I vote Sommer

Martin Baron: Ok, 2 Martin and 2 Sommer
Yeah, but how much HP did you have left after that attack?
But I get what you're saying
Anyway, tie then. Let's roll a 1d2

Earrtet Acroud : i vote for Awsum for healing me.

Martin Baron: Sorry, forgot Earrtet's vote.
Still down to Jonathan and Martin, so rolling for who gets +10 will happen anyway

Valerie P. Awsum: Today had too many awesome moments

Martin Baron: 1 for Martin, 2 for Sommer
rolling 1d2
(2)= 2
Sommer is the MVP
+10 EXP

Clayton R.: That was a pretty fun session

Jonathan Sommer: Slapping on a control panel like a special kid does wonders