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Post by Sutton on Jan 8, 2011 22:53:21 GMT -5
"Hasn't it been years? Besides, there may or may not be a giant monster outside. Somehow I don't think screaming 'I DON'T BELIEVE IN PTERODACTYLS!' will help. Or maybe it would. But I think the fact that we're entertaining the idea that exists means it wouldn't. In the books and such that only works if you're completely certain. Your gun didn't seem to hurt it, so we need a new plan."
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sgtkill
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"*pulls out shotgun* I like to keep this*chic-chic* For close encounters."
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Post by sgtkill on Jan 9, 2011 12:23:00 GMT -5
Jack gives Eric a look that says "I don't care."
"Well then, what do you suggest we do? Search this place from ceiling to floor until we find another tunnel?"?
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Post by Sutton on Jan 11, 2011 18:41:17 GMT -5
"I don't think that's going to work... This whole thing is like a bad video-game... Say..."
If this was a bad videogame, what would the solution be? We'd have to knock together some environmental objects into an improvised weapon or other device to scare the thing away. Hell, I can work with that.
"Could you grab my toolbox, I think I dropped it in the hall back there when I was being chased by the monster-lady. I have a plan."
MA/Knowledge (Videogames) to imagine the sort of madcap ingredients they'd want: 2 successes Per/Search to find useful equipment: 1 success, using a drama to reroll fails for a total of 3 successes Wits/Mechanic to assemble it in a way that won't kill us all, and might even work: 4 successes!
"So we attach the canister of Nitrous Oxide you found in the supply cabinet here, then just adjust the flow regulator... Pass the duct tape? Thanks. Alright, now we attach this all to the cart... Alright, so just look for the safety information, throw on everything that has a flammability warning while I work on this piece. Make sure you don't have any too close to the handle."
After a bit of work, the three of them look over their... creation. A cart, covered in enough fire hazards and sharp, pointy objects to equip a moderate-sized riot, with some pieces of plastic and metal attached to provide cover for the three of them as they pushed it. Whether it would work? Who knows. It would certainly look scary, in an "Are these guys NUTS?" way.
"So, we take this sucker through the door, then run for our lives down the street and stop for NOTHING. Oh god, this is seeming like a bad idea now. Fuck it, too late now. Ready?"
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Post by Miles on Jan 11, 2011 23:03:21 GMT -5
"Heh. You thought up this by yourself?" Stephan claps Eric on the back. "Ya know, you just might be crazy. Or a genius. Or both."
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Post by Sutton on Jan 12, 2011 6:30:50 GMT -5
Okay, now be confident. We can't be moping in failure before we do something suicidal. Or be calling it suicidal.
"You know what they say about genius and madness. I'd be more inclined to call this 'inspiration'. Now, what say we get moving before the other shoe drops? After all that work I sorta want to see this mother in action."
That's good. Sound relaxed. You built this thing, it will work. Just let it be that simple.
Eric carefully places his toolkit in a (reasonably) accessible and secure area of the cart- he'll be needing it wherever they stop, but he can't exactly be carrying it while he's pushing a cart as quickly as his rather pedestrian build can manage.[/i]
Soc/Leadership (to try and maintain morale and get the group well organized for the task at hand - hopefully it'll be enough to compensate for the bawling wreck he was only a few tens of minutes ago): 4 successes
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Post by Miles on Mar 27, 2011 21:51:57 GMT -5
"Let's go, then. Who first?"
Stephen grins, tilting his head slightly to the right, and flips his dagger.
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Post by Sutton on Mar 30, 2011 18:54:42 GMT -5
Eric adjusts his grip on the handle, then looks in the direction of the door.
"Nowhere in front of this piece of insanity is going to be safe. I suppose that means I'm up first."
He wraps the pull-cord he'd rigged to the lighters around his hand a few times, then takes a few deep breaths. No time left to stall.
"Alright.... DAMN THE PTERODACTYLS, FULL SPEED AHEAD!"
What dices should I roll for this madness?
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Post by Miles on Apr 1, 2011 14:44:11 GMT -5
The door bursts open and you hear a shattering of glass, there's a shriek from the air just above you, and you can feel blood dripping down onto your face as the pterodactyl flies off, trailing blood behind it.
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Post by Sutton on Apr 1, 2011 15:16:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, fly away you extinct bastard! WOOOO!"
"Alright, keep going keep going! Next stop, the bank!"
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