Turn 10
Volunteer for the next challenge!
You are quickly entered into
| a solo challenge!
You enter the arena, and you are quickly transported into a small room. There is a table with two chairs in the middle, and there is an actually human being sitting there with a gun in his hand. Before you can take in anything else, the announcer blares over the intercom.
"Welcome to the Ceclasian Tournament! We have something special for you guys today. Instead of bloodshed and death we have... a game of logic," You somehow hear some dissapointed cries,
"I know, I know! However, games like this aren't something you can easily look down upon! Intrigue is abound, and I might just say it is more thrilling than watching someone locked in mortal combat!
"Now, for specifics. We will be playing four games today. I won't tell the contestant the games before she plays them, but I'll give her the general rules for each one.
"Rule number 1: If you lose a game, a bullet will be added to the gun. There are already two bullets in the gun.
Rule number 2: If you win a game, a bullet will be taken out of the gun.
Rule number 3: At the end of the games, there will be one last game, a game of Russian Roulette. However, there will be only one round of it. And the gun will only be pointed at you. If you survive the game of Russian Roulette, you win the match.
Rule number 4: If you cheat at any of the games, the remaining bullets that would have been added by failing will be added to the gun, and you will have to play Roulette right then and there e.g. You win the first one, but cheat on the second, there will be four bullets in the gun.
And that's all folks. But first, the game!"Two other men appear in the room.
"These two men are identical twins. One of them is named Larry, the other is named Jerry. You must find out which is which. Now there are some other stipulations to this game.
First, Jerry likes cars, and so does Larry. However, Jerry does not like Ferrari's, while Larry does.
Second, Jerry doesn't like paintings, while Larry does.
Third, Larry likes meat, but not chicken, While Jerry does.
Fourth, Jerry likes Larry, but Larry doesn't care.
Fifth, Neither of them will talk about anything they like or dislike."
Mcclay goes and signs up for a solo challenge. He then buys a shortsword to pair with his pistol.
You buy your shortsword, and sign up for a challenge.
You enter into the arena, but your pistol is quickly taken away from you. You try and call out, but you are quickly pushed in.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time we go back to the basics! These two men will duke it out with nothing but the melee weapons the have on them! They have both only finished one challenge, so it should be fair."And fair it is not. Standing across from you is a Rhinoman. It holds no weapon, as it doesn't have the fingers to grasp it. You don't really think it could speak either. Your arena, as you look about it, is like the standard ones you have seen in Roman texts. Just a circular arena.
((Hrm. I know what it is, of course, but I'm not sure that Krokus would work it out so quickly. I'd rather not meta, but then at the same time I'm holding everyone else up from entering certain events! What a dilemma. 
))
This one had Krokus stumped. He frowned, rubbed at his hairy jaw with his spare hand, squinting in concentration.
'A small creature that lives in a house. And sometimes helps people select. Hmm. Not a dog, is it? Maybe a seeing-eye dog?'
He wasn't too sure about that answer, though. He rocked back and forth on his heels, then sighed and gave it a shot, tensing up as he awaited the creature's reaction incase he was wrong.
>Think for a while, then try the most likely answer I can think of.
| You go out on a hunch.
"Is it... a mouse?"
The creature stares at you for a bit, and you think you have failed the question. However, it sighs and says,
"You may pass."An announcer rings out,
"Congratulations, you have beaten the sixth challenge! You may continue."There are two exits, one to the left and one straight forward.
You gain +1 to Intelligence!
''Phew!'' Jonny sighed one of relief. ''Seems like I'm not longer in pai-... frick.'' Jonny noticed his hair was still gone. ''That just figures.'' He grumbles.
Jonny goes to the armoury and purchases a 678. Assuming that it doesn't weight him down, he keeps the .22 and the ammo for it as back-up.
He then volunteers for the next challenge, whether grouped or solo.
(Reason for edit: Correcting horrific grammar. Must proof-read before posting.)
You try and sign up for a group match, but Drake stops you.
"Hey, weren't we going to get some training in?"
Purchase:
3x Painkillers (60 Credits)
2x Flashbang (240 Credits)
1x Machete (120 Credits)
80 credits remaining.
Additionally, fashion a pair of flash-resistant goggles from my junk. Try and make them good. Plus, if I can squeeze in the time, register for a Solo match.
You buy your stuff, and you try and create a pair of flash-resistant goggles from the bundles of junk you have stored in your room.
[4] Well, you manage to make a pair of goggles, but they certainly aren't flash resistant. You can improve them further however. Specifics may be required, though.
Name: Belnor
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Physical Description: A tall, strange man, Belnor is not what you would call "Attractive". His face just seems...A bit off. Tends to wear simple clothing.
Personality: Aggressive when there's something that he REALLY wants, and a love for tinkering around with low-tech...Anything.
Attributes: (I don't really know why there's a number and then more numbers in brackets...)
Str: 15
End: 14
Dex: 18
Cha: 18
Will: 24
Int: 28
Skills:
Speech: 2
Ranged weaponry (15): Crossbows an' shit.
Craftsmanship (10): Slappin' things together.
Inventory:
3x Painkillers
2x Flashbang
1x Machete
Modified Magnetic Slingshot (55)- 0, 0, -1, +1 to damage.
Metal Plate (equipped)- +1 against sharp melee attacks
80 credits
Status: Fine
Name: Krokus del Gatoro
Age: 57
Sex: Male
Physical Description: A tall, broad-shouldered old man clad gator and crocodile hides, weatherbeaten and looking as though he'd spent the last fifteen years living in the bush, beating down large carnivorous reptiles with a machete. Which, infact, he has. He has long, ash-grey hair, a fierce hawk nose and scars criss-crossing most of his body. Has a big crease in the middle of his forhead, which stands out amongst all his other wrinkles.
Personality: Pretty goddamn crazy. Quiet most of the time, the traumatic events which drove him into hiding in the wilderness all those years ago also drove him quite mad. He has a good heart still, deep down, but his sense of morals in rather skewed.
His name is simply what the (rather frightened) locals started calling him when they saw him. His real name is, or was, Allen Keyes.
He's not quite as knowledgable as he once was. Living alone for so long has dulled his thinking a little.
Attributes: (See below)
Str- 15
End- 14
Dex- 17.4
Cha- 21
Will- 20
Int- 28
Skills:
Edged weapons: 13
Dodging: 6
Craftsmanship: 5
Inventory:
Machete
Metal Body Plate- +1 against sharp melee attacks
Painkillers- removes a -1 from an injury
Status:
Cut Up Right CalfName: Sera Halkonnen
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Slightly tall, thin woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Greedy and inquisitive, but generally not malicious.
Attributes:
Str: 10 (15)
End: 10 (14)
Dex: 16 (18)
Cha: 25 (25)
Will: 17 (25)
Int: 40 (40)
Skills:
Edged Weapons 5
Speech 10
Technological Ability 5
Craftmanship 5
Inventory:
A Machete
A slingshot (60/60)- +0, -1, -4
An Armor Plate- +1 against edged melee weapons.
500 credits
Status: Fine
Name: Jonny
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Young and fit, has a certain charm to him, but otherwise, looks ordinary. You still have no hair (I'll give it back to you in a few turns)
Personality: An average man in an average life. He worked at his job well, though he always got out in his freetime airsofting. He'd done quite a bit of training for the army, but never actually joined.
Attributes:
Str: 11 (15)
End: 11 (14)
Dex: 18 (18)
Cha: 22 (25)
Will: 21 (25)
Int: 35 (40)
Skills:
Kinetic Firearms: 16
Dodging: 13
Inventory:
.22 Rifle (2/8)- -1, 0, -1
Metal Plate Armor- +1 versus sharp weapons
A 678 (24/24)- +0, +1, +0
Status: Fine
Name: mcclay
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Physical Description: brown hair, slim, wears a red t-shirt and brown pants.
Personality: pretty chill guy, prone to monolouging
Attributes: (See below)
Str- 15
End- 14
Dex- 18
Cha- 23
Will- 25
Int- 23
Skills:
Edged Weapons: 10
Kinetic Firearms: 12
Inventory:
Shortsword- +1 to hit.
A .22 six shooter (3/6)- +0, -1, -3.
A Metal Plate- Plus +1 to edged melee attacks.
Weak Painkillers- -1 to one injury.
140 credits
Status: Fine
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