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[Trapezohedron]

Regret doing all of those things earlier, the interrogation, the SHOUTING...

"I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!"

Feel ashamed.

Cower behind the cargo of the jeep.

[piecewise]

Look for a store with things that you would expect in a mad science lab, or an inventors shop!

You look around till you find a a junk shop that seems to be selling all manner of random things from scrap metal and electronic parts to crazy looking high tech bits like a container of glowing liquid and a 2 meter tall machine labeled "Dirac Sea". The junk seems to have no particular order, being randomly jammed into bins and containers which rest either on shelves or more often on the ground.

>Lead the way back to the shop, but after removing the armband at the jeep.

If anyone wants to follow, let them.

You explain the way to the shop to your cohorts and head back by yourself, after removing your armband. You loiter around the entrance and wait to see if they follow.

Regret doing all of those things earlier, the interrogation, the SHOUTING...

"I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have done that WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!"

Feel ashamed.

Cower behind the cargo of the jeep.

Oh god oh god oh god why did you do that? What the hell were you thinking? WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT TALKING TO GIRLS?!

You curl into the fetal position and hide the back seat, pulling the metal sheeting over yourself.

[terkiey]

Look around for people:

If no-one is around, take the container of glowing liquid and examine the 2 meter tall machine.

If someone is around, ask how much the glowing liquid would cost or what he would trade for it, and ask what the hell this ,'Dirac Sea,' thing is!

[piecewise]

Look around for people:

If no-one is around, take the container of glowing liquid and examine the 2 meter tall machine.

If someone is around, ask how much the glowing liquid would cost or what he would trade for it, and ask what the hell this ,'Dirac Sea,' thing is!

You cautiously glance around. There's a clerk in the front of the shop but about a half dozen shelves separate the two of you, providing good cover. You grab the container of glowing liquid. Oof, thats pretty heavy. You turn and take a good look at the "Dirac Sea" machine.

It's quite a large machine, the center part is a cylinder about a meter long which looks like it separates into two halves. This cylinder is held in criss-crossing metal framework; atop the frame and connecting to either end of the cylinder are bulbs of very technical looking machinery. Bundles of wire, lengths of tubing, countless silvery boxes and a 6 part flower shaped thing that seemed to be letting of an acrid, ozone smelling exhaust of very hot air. There are about a half dozen different warning all over the machine talking about everything from the risk of pinched fingers to...what the heck is "quantum immurement"? There's what looks like a control panel near the bottom, with a dizzying array of dials and one big button that says "execute".

[Yoink]

Face-to-face with his foe at last, after years on the run, Yoinik Yonikovich froze at the sight of the crimson battle-armour which marked this... Well, perhaps not a man, but this creature as a servant of the Lord of Buckets.
Then he narrows his eyes and draws his pistol, leveling it at the hell-spawned horror that approached him. Despite the lack of wings, he still knew one when he saw it...
"I know what you are, fiend. Stop! Stop! Don't come any closer! _{Jakov, watch him, he, th-this is it, there is no denying it, the BucketLord has finally caught up with us!} I know who sent you! You will not surprise me, will not lead me unresisting to the Dread Tower of Panfried Souls! Oh, no. _{He is not a full demon yet, see Jakov, or even a three-quarters demon; see his eyes, they still look almost human... Just a lowly servant... Perhaps capturing us is what he needs to promote himself, to drink the sweet nectar of our souls and grow the wings, fangs and hellfire of a true demon? We cannot fall for any of its tricks, oh no, keep ready Jakov...} Now, villain, this can go one of two ways: You turn around, admit defeat and leave, knowing your pathetic tricks stand no change against an elite warrior of the Paper Battalion, or my associate Jakov can vanquish your scaly ass back to the underworld for an eternity of torment by your peers! Your choice, fiend! Is the Bucket Lord truly worth it? Has he ever truly cared about you? Do you, loyal member of Hell Incorporated that you are, even have dental?! What about a pension? _{There, Jakov, I'm keeping him talking, be ready, be ready for anything, do not trust this monstosity, why, it could vomit giant bees at us, or talk into the mirror to our own reflections, and then where would we be? Just be ready...}"

>Level Jakov at this demonic assailant. It was only a matter of time before they found me; of course, but I cannot allow the Evil One's servants to stop me from completing my Quest, given by the Unseen Wobbler himself!
If this servant of evil continues to approach me, I shall have no choice but to shoot him. But the blood will not be on my hands, oh no! It and gallons more rests solely on the blackened purple claws of Obashreidon himself, or as he is known to mortal tongues, minds and hearts: The Lord of Buckets.
Regardless of how this particular stand-off ends, I must make haste back to the carriage and my allies, we must continue on at once, before more of our pursuers arrive and surround us, their elbows glowing darkly as they close in for the slaughter!

[piecewise]

Face-to-face with his foe at last, after years on the run, Yoinik Yonikovich froze at the sight of the crimson battle-armour which marked this... Well, perhaps not a man, but this creature as a servant of the Lord of Buckets.
Then he narrows his eyes and draws his pistol, leveling it at the hell-spawned horror that approached him. Despite the lack of wings, he still knew one when he saw it...
"I know what you are, fiend. Stop! Stop! Don't come any closer! _{Jakov, watch him, he, th-this is it, there is no denying it, the BucketLord has finally caught up with us!} I know who sent you! You will not surprise me, will not lead me unresisting to the Dread Tower of Panfried Souls! Oh, no. _{He is not a full demon yet, see Jakov, or even a three-quarters demon; see his eyes, they still look almost human... Just a lowly servant... Perhaps capturing us is what he needs to promote himself, to drink the sweet nectar of our souls and grow the wings, fangs and hellfire of a true demon? We cannot fall for any of its tricks, oh no, keep ready Jakov...} Now, villain, this can go one of two ways: You turn around, admit defeat and leave, knowing your pathetic tricks stand no change against an elite warrior of the Paper Battalion, or my associate Jakov can vanquish your scaly ass back to the underworld for an eternity of torment by your peers! Your choice, fiend! Is the Bucket Lord truly worth it? Has he ever truly cared about you? Do you, loyal member of Hell Incorporated that you are, even have dental?! What about a pension? _{There, Jakov, I'm keeping him talking, be ready, be ready for anything, do not trust this monstosity, why, it could vomit giant bees at us, or talk into the mirror to our own reflections, and then where would we be? Just be ready...}"

>Level Jakov at this demonic assailant. It was only a matter of time before they found me; of course, but I cannot allow the Evil One's servants to stop me from completing my Quest, given by the Unseen Wobbler himself!
If this servant of evil continues to approach me, I shall have no choice but to shoot him. But the blood will not be on my hands, oh no! It and gallons more rests solely on the blackened purple claws of Obashreidon himself, or as he is known to mortal tongues, minds and hearts: The Lord of Buckets.
Regardless of how this particular stand-off ends, I must make haste back to the carriage and my allies, we must continue on at once, before more of our pursuers arrive and surround us, their elbows glowing darkly as they close in for the slaughter!

You level Jakov at the Red Uniformed man and are about to shout a warning when he charges toward you, his baton hissing toward you in a brutal arc. You fire twice before the man brings his baton into your stomach, missing both times. You convulse as electrical current surges through you and your breakfast come back on you, spewing on the concrete, dark red blood and tissues mixed in. The baton pulls away and you stumble back and manage a final shot before falling. It catches the man square in the chest and he grunts in pain.

You fall back onto the trash you were just digging through, the ashy sky lulling drunkenly in your darkening vision. You hear the man saying something...he seems far away. The darkness creeps in and then all is black.


YOU ARE UNCONSCIOUS! 

You may wake up in a few turns. Or you may never wake up. Just have to wait.

(seriously man, you got the worst string of rolls imaginable. The guard kept rolling max and you kept rolling 1s. If he would have hit you in the head you would have been just plain flat out dead right there. )

[Yoink]

>Cue warped, dreamscape battle against the forces of evil!
Alone and without Jakov, our hero must battle the demons, both those of the Bucket Lord and the more 'real' ones that have been rattling around in his deranged head! Will his mostly imagined knowledge of the arcane actually do anything? Is it possible for him to become even more insane in the process? Is his physical body about to be fed into a giant papershredder?!
Find out next time on The Long Road!!

..Now seriously guys, come save me.

[piecewise]

>Cue warped, dreamscape battle against the forces of evil!
Alone and without Jakov, our hero must battle the demons, both those of the Bucket Lord and the more 'real' ones that have been rattling around in his deranged head! Will his mostly imagined knowledge of the arcane actually do anything? Is it possible for him to become even more insane in the process? Is his physical body about to be fed into a giant papershredder?!
Find out next time on The Long Road!!

..Now seriously guys, come save me.

No Yoink, you ARE THE DEMONS


And then yoink was a zombie.

[terkiey]

Push random dials for about 2 seconds, use execute button, then swiftly go back to car, all while being sneaky!

[Yoink]

Let's just hope you don't execute yourself. Also, Jakov totally failed me, I shall never trust him again!

[piecewise]

Push random dials for about 2 seconds, use execute button, then swiftly go back to car, all while being sneaky!

You spend several seconds randomly setting the dials and then press the execute button. The machine begins to beep softly. Huh, hopefully that won't come back to bite you later. Your random mischief done, you sneak away and back to the jeep. Maldevious is there and someone appears to be hiding under the cargo in the back seat, moaning about something.

Let's just hope you don't execute yourself. Also, Jakov totally failed me, I shall never trust him again!

Heh, melee in this system I worked up is very very brutal. You have to manage to get close, but if you do, it's possible to really kick the crap out of people post haste. You managed to roll very badly and the guard is fairly competent so you got thrashed instantly. If someone rolled up something like terkiey's build but with strength and endurance instead of senses and then points in unarmed/melee, they could be pretty dang deadly up close. 

If you're curious how it works:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

First I roll your melee skills against each other, to see who would get a chance to strike

Second, I roll reflexes against each other, to see if they dodge it

third, I roll to see where the hit lands (unless it's aimed)

Finally, I roll to see the degree of damage, factoring in the strength of the attacker.

You had no melee skill, so he won that, you got a 1 on your dodge roll, so screwed there, rolled a stomach hit and then rolled the highest possible damage (Fatal Blow). To the stomach that equates to internal bleeding, so slower death if unaided. If you'd taken it to the head...well...chunky salsa. The Random number gods do not like you my friend.

 

[Trapezohedron]

Go to sleep...

((Yes, I'm not guarding the jeep well.))

[Doomblade187]

Hmmm, that looks like a fun system. Now, just add stealth so you can close in.... If terkiey ever gets melee training, then I think that people should start to worry. The assassin bonus...

[piecewise]

Hmmm, that looks like a fun system. Now, just add stealth so you can close in.... If terkiey ever gets melee training, then I think that people should start to worry. The assassin bonus...

Plus that ceramic knife.

I swear to god Doomblade, I have a place and I'm ready to insert you whenever these guys get there. If they ever get there. You'll be replacing drago. It's too bad, I wanted to see him try that double knife of his and accidentally stab himself in the knee or something.

Go to sleep...


((Yes, I'm not guarding the jeep well.))

You sleep.

[Tiruin]

>Enter the shop. It doesn't look like they're coming, judging by the number of random people passing by and idling about.

>Return to friend clerk and continue with the conversation.