Paranoia

Post by **birdman** » Tue May 11, 2010 2:58 pm

No explosives, as far as you can tell.
Everyone hears the distant, distant sound of lots of booted feet approaching.

Post by **Warhead** » Tue May 11, 2010 3:47 pm

I stop ventriloquist tap dancing immediately and start packing up. Time to go troops.

I'll pick a likely looking direction with an exit away from the approaching boots and start getting to fuck sharp like.

I roll in case it's needed: 19!

Post by **501stCadians** » Tue May 11, 2010 9:03 pm

Follow Warhead.

Post by **RunsWithLegos** » Tue May 11, 2010 11:03 pm

am i still alive/playing or something?

Post by **Warhead** » Wed May 12, 2010 2:08 am

Aw for the love of fuck...

You're ghostin' us, motherfucker. I don't care who you are back in the world, you give away our position one more time, I'll bleed ya, real quiet. Leave ya here. Got that?

Post by **RunsWithLegos** » Wed May 12, 2010 7:44 am

uh, sure? i suggest we don't kill me.

Post by **Gorchek** » Wed May 12, 2010 10:19 am

Just to make sure, are the boots sounds comming from the corridor I'm in?

Post by **birdman** » Wed May 12, 2010 2:21 pm

No. And I'm fudging it so that you've caught up with everyone else.

Post by **Arkbrik** » Wed May 12, 2010 3:32 pm

I follow Warhead and 501stCadians while keeping watch behind us. My (hopefully not needed) roll is 3.

Post by **RunsWithLegos** » Wed May 12, 2010 5:00 pm

uh, i pick up a brick for self defense. roll is 4

Post by **Gorchek** » Thu May 13, 2010 9:20 am

I'll take the point out of here then, and I keep an eye out for traps. 10

Post by **birdman** » Wed May 26, 2010 6:45 pm

Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have to do this, but I'm calling the game off. My current schedule is way too crazy to do something like this, and I'm really sorry.
However, next week or so, I'll be starting up a whole new game, and...
We'll be playing mutant chronicles.
Players in this game have a reserved spot in that game. PM me if you're interested.

Post by **501stCadians** » Wed May 26, 2010 9:57 pm

birdman wrote:Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have to do this, but I'm calling the game off. My current schedule is way too crazy to do something like this, and I'm really sorry.
However, next week or so, I'll be starting up a whole new game, and...
We'll be playing mutant chronicles.
Players in this game have a reserved spot in that game. PM me if you're interested.

Post by **Warhead** » Thu May 27, 2010 3:01 pm

Well, sorry to hear that. Ok, as the last ever action ever in the RPG...

(Roll: 15) I shoot 501st in the head SNEAK ATTACK! *Ka-pow!* blood and even a little bit of brains everywhere.

(Roll: 20) Arkbrik turns but it's too late! *Dakka! Dakka Dakka!* Bullets rip into him shattering his body up against the wall. He slides down leaving a trail of blood.

(Roll 12) Runsdownleg-O gets the bayonet in the gut and screams soprano *AIEEEEEEeeeee!* until I go full auto! *BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!*

Gorchek comes running back to see what all the shootings about. I point up the stairs and shout MUTANTS!!! (Roll: 18 ) He heads for the stairs and only stops when he hears the pin of the booby trap grenade eject before *KABOOM!* Gorchek has left the building.

This obviously attracts the attention of the Guards and the Mutants who both attack me at the same time and start to slaughter each other in the process. Although I fight like a crazed person they soon overwhelm me but my last action, (Roll 16) I detonate the last grenade Gorman/Aliens style. *PHWOOOOOM!!!* the basement collapses killing everyone.

THE END

Post by **Warhead** » Thu May 27, 2010 4:27 pm

Dr Vlad wakes up from a player Comma and goes WTF!?. Before sidling off out of shot to start a new life somewhere less insane.