Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

General! (Like SparkNotes for history!)

0 (0%)

Civilian! (Common ways of life in the future and you!)

1 (16.7%)

Military! (Everything protective, destructive, and inbetween!)

1 (16.7%)

Criminal! (Not everythings a bright ray of sunshine!)

1 (16.7%)

Politics! (Glorious, good old factionalism!)

2 (33.3%)

Tech! (Prostetics, cloning, electronic fields oh my!)

1 (16.7%)

Other! (List in a post what you want!)

0 (0%)

Total Members Voted: 6

[Xanmyral]

(( I'm guessing a close range surprise shot gets a bonus? ))

It knows you're there, so you can't really surprise it unless you stealth, but point blank shots are most definitely a thing.

Of course, enemies gain a bonus to hitting you at that range as well, hard to avoid getting your head bashed in when you're lining up a shot in short quarters after all.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( 4 meters should be far enough that it gets no advantage right? With 2 wounded legs and multiple other wounds it can't possibly turn, charge and strike fast enough to catch me off guard. ))

[Xanmyral]

Point blank is more getting into a generic 'melee range' than a requisite distance. I'd say at 4 meters you're far enough that you wouldn't get point blank however, that's more like a meter to a meter and a half at max if you're wanting a specific distance.

Admittedly melee range and point blank range would all be variable in real life, but I'm honestly not keeping specific distances beyond 'melee' and 'not melee' so as to keep things simple. Well, that and distances that would require a bit of time to get to, in case of snipers or so such, but that's not really feasible here.

[Xantalos]

Yo Freddie, I got some oil here.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Ok, but wouldn't 4 meters be point flank with a gun? At that range by the time you hear the click of the trigger the bullet has already hit you. ))

[Tomcost]

Randall told Wilmer:

-T-Thanks, for that. I-I don't know what is dangerous and what isn't anymore. I-I will make the door open.

He then recieved the message, and said to Wilmer:

-Hold on, m-my partners are talking to me.

He then said thorugh the comm:

((To: everyone.))

-B-black monsters? Get the h-hell away from them unless you want to become one of them. The shots c-came from your position, r-right? Those things don't die if you hit the head, so there's no p-point in shooting them.

[Patrick Hunt]

" The thing is damned fast we ain't out running it. How the hell do we put it down? "

[Tomcost]

((Again a public conversation:))

-M-Maul it beyond recognition. B-Beat the hell out of it hoping that it can't m-move its limbs anymore, I can only t-think of that. And get away from the black smoke, it makes you one of t-them.

((I said it before and I say it again: we have to play this like Dead Space. But with melee weapons. Damn, this surely is a hardcore game))

[Patrick Hunt]

(( So far this thing has very bad luck dealing with knives and muscle damage seems to work. ))

[Tomcost]

((Bad luck, yes. Reliable, not. If the damage had been dealt with a machete or hatchet, the limb would have been pretty much severed))

[Patrick Hunt]

(( When skill fails I'll take luck. Beats being dead. ))

[Xanmyral]

(( Ok, but wouldn't 4 meters be point flank with a gun? At that range by the time you hear the click of the trigger the bullet has already hit you. ))

It's less dodging the bullet and more dodging the trigger finger, really. Being point blank just means, in this system, that you're within melee range and the opponent has trouble getting out of the way of fire, more than they already had even from a distance.

What you're talking about is actually already represented in the general +1 guns have, which generally represents the fact that you're trying to dodge a guy trying to shoot you, and trying to not get hurt from a bullet hitting you.

[Harry Baldman]

Yo Freddie, I got some oil here.

"Sweet. I can work with that."

Incorporate Frogdo's oil into my torchmaking plans.

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

New stuff! Fancy health paint graphics! Similarly (I hope at least) readable as the prior text version, but takes me practically little to no time to set up! Also looks better, in my opinion.

On the time poll: Seems some people want twenty turn days, and some want forty turn days. I can see merit in both, personally. Any arguments for one over the other?

[Commercial District]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Samuel watched the creature snarl at him warily, speaking into the comm to check something with the others. If they found this thing, others might of found something similar.

"Hey guys, this is Samuel. Anyone else being attacking by weird black monster things?"

"Um, no. Not as such, no."

"B-black monsters? Get the h-hell away from them unless you want to become one of them. The shots c-came from your position, r-right? Those things don't die if you hit the head, so there's no p-point in shooting them."

Well, Randall seems to know a bit about these things! Harvey asks a pertinent question regarding their current situation.

"The thing is damned fast we ain't out running it. How the hell do we put it down?"

"M-Maul it beyond recognition. B-Beat the hell out of it hoping that it can't m-move its limbs anymore, I can only t-think of that. And get away from the black smoke, it makes you one of t-them."

One of the two might of said more, but they were distracted. Namely, the creature has decided to stop resting on its haunches. It lunged forward at the closer of the two, Samuel, its arm already curled and prepped for a strike. The conductor tried to jump out of the way, but right before he could reach freedom the monster clipped him with its bulk. Off-balance and trying not to wind up sprawled on the floor, Samuel didn't have time to do anything about the arm flying his way.

The multi-handed appendage crashed into the man with an audible, wet thud. It wrapped around the conductor as a snake would coil around its prey, and with a forceful movement from the thing, Samuel and the arm smashed into a nearby counter, then wall. Large bloody splotches were at the signs of impact, and each was followed by the terrible noise of something breaking. The creature withdrew its arm from the barely upright figure that was Samuel, the man trying to remain standing despite his wounds.

He wasn't succeeding from the looks of it, and the blood didn't aid to the look that he might be alright.

The creature held a smug look on its dual-human faced head, turning to face Harvey. To see Harvey look at the creature back down the sights of the rifle, aimed directly at it. There was a loud crack followed by the sizzle of rapid electric discharge, the rifle jerking up due to recoil but its shot was true. The monster stumbled backwards as it regards the large hole where it used to have flesh in its torso, dull shock present on both of its human faces. It trips over its own feet and pitches backwards. It smacked into the wall with a hard thud and slid slowly down to the ground, a black smear trailing behind it.

It doesn't move, its eyes losing focus and glazing over, still keeping that look of surprise.


Assault (): [3]
Dodge (Samuel): [3]
Endurance [3]

Ranged Assault [6!(; 3) + 1 = 7]
Dodge () [3 - 1 = 2


Freddie was just about to get to work before his comm crackled to life and a voice came from it.

"Hey guys, this is Samuel. Anyone else being attacking by weird black monster things?"

That's... A very oddly specific-yet-vague question.

"Um, no. Not as such, no."

There's some more chatter on the line, and a dire warning from Randall about these monsters. Well, seems everyone knows about these things or something. When did they get a gun? Ah well, Freddie turns his hand back to the creation at hand.

He walks up to one of the desks and inspects it, wondering if he should just go for a specific plan of action in its removal before just deciding to bash it off. Using his mace, the first leg just bent instead of breaking off, becoming unusable shortly afterwards. Hm. The next leg on the desk proves just as irritating, breaking off this time but much too short and was more fragmented than not. The third however was a mild success, it breaking off more-or-less cleanly.

Retrieving the cloth was even more difficult however. With no blade at hand, Freddie attempts to tear a section off with his hand but couldn't find a purchase. After futility attempting for a while, he even tried his teeth to at least make a hole to work on but just wound up getting a dreadful taste of dust in his mouth. A moment of thought later however, Freddie goes at it with the fragmented leg of the desk, and finds an easier time of it. It isn't very conductive to good cuts though, and more often than not the end result is frayed and questionably usable, but torches don't have high standards.

Now, where's that oil...

"Yo Freddie, I got some oil here."

Ah, there it is. Freddie takes the oil off of Frogdo's hand and begins to make a torch! It can't be that hard after all, just wrapping one of these pieces of fabric around an end, right?

***

Freddie regarded the his creation. It's a torch. Kind of. Sorta. The 'torch' was a leg of one of the desks, completely wrapped in couch fabric, and rather soaked in the oil, giving it a more-or-less black appearance. Freddie isn't entirely sure when nor why he had the idea to completely wrap it in the fabric, nor why he should of used so much of the oil for a single one. Nor also why he didn't realize his hand was still holding it when he completely wrapped it, tying his hand to it.

Thankfully the last problem wasn't difficult to fix, his hand not tied nearly as tight to it as thought. With a bit of effort and shaking, his hand was freed from the oily rags, although rather black from the oil itself. Well, a torch is a torch is a torch, right?


Torch Creation (Freddie): [1]
Removing Fingers (Freddie): [4]


Randall thanked Wilmer for scaring off the hoload, glad that business sorted itself out.

"T-Thanks, for that. I-I don't know what is dangerous and what isn't anymore. I-I will make the door open."

"Man, how long have you guys been down there? My advice, just shoo the damn holoads away. Anyway, just make that door open so we can be away from whoever is using that gun. Either its some dumb ass who is wasting rounds, and we should go before they attracts something that will kill them, or some poor bastard who needs those bullets, and we should really get fucking going."

Before Randall could however, he got a buzz over the comms.

"Hey guys, this is Samuel. Anyone else being attacking by weird black monster things?"

Well, that explains the gunshots.

"Hold on, m-my partners are talking to me."

Wilmer merely grumbled in annoyance, kicking a stray rock and staring at a wall to try to take his mind off of the gunfire outside, but it's obviously making him nervous.

Randall spoke over the comm after hearing who he figured was Freddie speak. He relayed what he learned from Wilmer to the others about the creatures, hoping it will be helpful. Harvey spoke afterward, and he tried to answer his question the best he could. Shortly after his advice however, he heard another crack resound outside.

"Dammit! Man, bullets aren't cheap you know, how many shots was that now? Four? What in the hell are they trying to fucking kill?!"

Spoiler: OOC Death Mechanics (click to show/hide)

[Figure that with how this turn went, I should talk about death mechanics more.

Death happens specifically when a few things happen.
1) When your health is below badly wounded
2) You fail your endurance check (Got a 3 or below)
3) You fail your Death-Defying action (Or Succeed/Attempt in some cases), get struck again, or fail your next endurance check. The next endurance check will be made at a penalty (Or greater penalty depending on how badly you got messed up).

If you are dying and failed your first endurance check, your second check comes at the end of the round, not at your turn, if you're still dying by the end of the turn. This way it gives your teammates time to possibly heal you, or enemies to kill you, before you bleed out.

The Death-Defying actions you can perform are largely dependent on what you want to do, sometimes it would be best to try one, sometimes its best to wait and let someone heal you or you try to heal yourself.

These are mentioned in the first post, but I'll mention them again for convenience.

When downed, you can:
1) Attempt to strike any and all enemies in range. If you miss even one attack however, you die.
[There has to be at least one enemy in range for you to strike.]
2) You attempt to recklessly flee the encounter, prompting any unit in range to attack you. If any hit you, you of course die.
[There has to be at least one enemy in range to strike you.]
3) You can do an action, almost any action, and your attempt is automatically a critical. At the end of the action however, you die.
4) This one only, and will always, occur when you get brought down below Badly Wounded by your own fault and action. You attempt to strike yourself (Once) with the best attack you have. If you succeed the strike, you die, if you fail the strike, you live.

Instead of the above special actions (except the forth, if the case comes to be), you can however deem to do something else. Maybe wait so your teammate can patch you up, maybe you want to try to patch yourself up, maybe something else entirely. It's pretty much a regular turn.]

************

Spoiler: Freddie Firenzo; Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

Name: Freddie Firenzo
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration (1)
Short Description: a somewhat small man, balding, wears glasses and possesses a pencil mustache. Covers up encroaching baldness with a clearly stolen trilby and hides rather unimposing physique behind a somewhat oversized pastel blue tuxedo.
Short Biography: despite the rather dire nature of the situation, Freddie is quite glad, all in all, that whatever happened happened. He was in the middle of contemplating suicide when the sirens came, trying to decide upon a good method to carry out a deed. However, evacuation put a stop to that kind of thinking, and Freddie rather appreciates the circumstances due to this. Why, he could make off with an entire tuxedo and hat in the chaos, and nobody noticed. For him, this whole apocalypse thing is kind of a definite improvement, really. Certainly an opportunity to reinvent himself, find some sort of track to get his life onto at last.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club, Metal Spike, Cracked Headlight, Torch?

Spoiler: Frogdo Badtirigidon; Xantalos (click to show/hide)

Name: Frogdo Badtirigidon
Gender: Male
Attribute: IRONMAN (0)
Short Description: He's a short dude with curly brown hair, spiky stubble, and heterochromatic eyes - blue and brown.
Short Bio: Maaaaaan, he was a dude who came from the streets, maaaaan, and he was angry and resentful and stuff, maaaaan. He's a survivor because he, like, KNOWS da streetz, maaaaan.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club, Oil Canister

Spoiler: Randall Steward; Tomcost (click to show/hide)

Name: Randall Steward
Gender: Male
Attribute: Intimidation (0)
Short Description: a short and filthy dark-haired individual. His back is always slightly bended fowards, which gives him the impression of being a hunchback. Actually, he stays like that to remain unseen.
Short Biography: Randall's parents abandoned him when he was but a a kid. He survived in the streets pretty much as a rat, stealing food and hiding. Treated by everybody as scum, he never found a way to integrate into society and kept living with low standards.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives

Spoiler: Marion Dupont; notquitethere (click to show/hide)

Name: Inspector Marion Dupont
Gender: Female
Short Bio/Description: A tall, commanding woman, previously an investigator in Ship Enforcement. After the warning sirens she moved in an orderly fashion to the nearest bunker. Her goals are: A. Find out if her daughter is safe. B. Get to the bottom of what's going on.
Attribute: Hammerer (1)
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Rations, lighter, handcuffs, family photo, Sharp Machete

Spoiler: Harvey; Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Harvey
Gender: Male
Attribute: Hammerer (0)
Description: Fairly tall with a lean but muscled body, long black hair and bright blue eyes.
Background: Winging it.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives, Hunting Rifle, Recorder

Spoiler: Samuel Allworthy; Persus13 (click to show/hide)

Name: Samuel Allworthy
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration (0)
Short Description: A tall formally dressed man with a conductor's baton
Short Biography: An orchestra conductor who managed to get to the shelter on the way to a concert.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Wounds:

[Tomcost]

Randall told Wilmer:

-T-They are my partners! They are f-fighting one of those things!

((Public chat))

-A-Are you still ok?