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[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Notgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgood!

Actions
1)Fight the control with everything! Xhowever many times it takes.
2)Fight 'Gus' return to 1 until 'Gus' is defeated (unconscious).
3)Remove the signature.
4)Drive away, fast but still obeying traffic laws and remaining under speed limit.
5)Leave town, heading NW.

[Evil Marahadja]

1. Remove the Windscreen-horn from the car. Examine it.
2. Eat some tasty breakfast.
3. Get into your van, start some awesome music.
4. Start to drive south, to Italy!

[lawastooshort]

I would like to submit this character please:

Spoiler: Ellie Petersen (click to show/hide)

Name: Ellie Petersen

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Occupation: Tree surgeon

Location: A lay-by near Betws-y-Coed, North Wales

Stats:
Strength: 9
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 13
Will: 6
Charisma: 10

Skills:
Tree surgery (2)
Climbing (2)
Rope use (2)
Driving (inc Off-road driving) (2)
Bicycle riding (3)
Axe handling (2)
Survival (2)
Basic mechanics (2)
Knife handling (1)
Wood crafting (1)
Guitar playing (1)
Blade sharpening (2)
Butchery (1)

Knowledge:
Edible plants (2)
Bob Dylan lyrics (3)
Conspiracy theories (1)
Welsh language (1)

Personality Flaws:
Sucker for conspiracy theories. Slight technophobe. Isolationist. Recurring nightmares.

Biography:
Ellie’s dad was quite a practical, outdoorsy kind of man, and she was in the backseat of the car he drove into the back of a truck when she was 13. Her strongest memories are all about him: camping in Wales when she was 4, wailing along to Bob Dylan records in the kitchen at Christmas, driving through Scotland listening to Paul Simon and then dozing off in the back, crashing back to life and death and a shattered car, her shattered life. She couldn’t escape him even if she’d ever wanted to.

She’s never wanted to.

But she had a younger brother, a mother and a strong cultural inclination to just get on with things. Pretend they weren’t so bad. Try to forget. She just got on with things. Did well at school. Went to a good university. But then she spent too much time smoking dope and listening to old music, scanning through endless websites of government conspiracies like her mum and dad had used to talk about, wanted to drop out like her dad had done. She didn’t, but she changed her seemingly pointless literature studies for something that seemed like a ticket out of the world and into the wilderness. She learnt, to put it crudely, to cut up trees.

And so that’s what she’s been doing in North Wales for the last three years. Trying to get away from the reminders of what she’s not. Trying to fix what seems to her to be a deep black hole inside of her, a deep black hole that still surfaces most nights in the form of hazy memories, nightmarish destruction. Trying to stop mourning what could have been. Waking up in cold sweats in her bivvy bag halfway up a Welsh mountain. Trying to lose herself in the exhilaration and exhaustion of the outdoors.

She recently took up meditation as a way to calm her mind, but then when it’s calmest is often when the blackness floods back. She’s been breaking down more and more often recently, and the nightmares have begun to twist and change. Take on other forms. Other content.

House:
Parents’ house in the Black Country. Currently staying in a caravan on the Forestry Commission site where she works.

Current Cash:
A few ten pound notes. Lose change. Few thousand pounds in her bank account. No debt.

Items:
Hand axe, sturdy knife, sharpening stone. Mountain jacket. Boots. Rucksack with bivvy bag, portable water filter, basic camping cooking set, high powered torch with 3 sets of solar rechargeable batteries, solar charger, change of clothes, gloves, tea bags, 1kg of rice, waterproof matches, firestick. Several lighters, 4 x 50g bags of rolling tobacco, 10 packs of cigarette papers in 2 waterproof boxes, wind up music device filled with 20th century music.

Vehicle:
Forestry Commision pick up with chainsaw, pair of harnesses with various coils of rope, tarp cover for rear, spade, pickaxe, large axe, basic automobile and bicycle toolbox, jerrycan of petrol, jerrycan of water, tea, sugar, UHT milk, camping stove and spare gas, two metal cups, 1kg of rice, 1 bottle of tamari soy sauce, sleeping mat and sleeping bag. Bicycle helmet and riding gloves.

Other:
Apart from her knife her prize possession is a mountain bike which Ellie spends most of most weekends riding.

Anything I should change/add/remove?

[10ebbor10]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Your name: Robert De Gaulle(not related)

Age: 29

Gender: M

Occupation: Former lead designer and chief engineer of the Aurochs project. Worked on the Newdawn project as well. Technically still employed, but effectively not.

Location: Aurochs main launch base, on an artificial island before the coast of Africa, located at the Equator

Strength: 8
Dexterity:9
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 16
Will: 11
Charisma: 10

Specified personality flaws:
-Absent minded: Tends to focus on one thing, and forget other, less important things.
-Slightly isolationist

Skills:
Tell me the skills your character has, whatever they are. I'll be using 2d6 to resolve all rollworthy stuff and the skill scale will be as follows:

Major skills
-Aeronitical designs and stuff(+4)
-Mathematics (+3)
-Trilingual (+2)
-Electronics (+2)
-Piloting (+2)
-Assorted knowledge (+1)

Minor skills
- Chemistry (+2)
- Explosives (+2)
- Making and firing Model rockets (+3)
- Segwaying(+2)
- Programming(+2)
-+1 to Trilingual Wit

Spoiler: Stats (click to show/hide)

Tired -1 to physical actions,-1 to logical thought, +1 to free associative thought until you have slept.

Spoiler: Assets (click to show/hide)

Personnal assets
-2000 Euro cash(not on hand though), 20.000 in bank.
-State of the Art laptop
-Multifunctionall  watch(including sat phone)
-Some stuff I can't think of at the moment

Aurochs (Note: I'm not in direct control of this)
   -Launch site
          -Primary launch site (Ruined)
          -Memorial pond
          -Secondary launch site
          -Primary launch control (Not in use)
          -Secondary launch site launch control
          -Small port (Mostly used for ferries)
          -Hangars
                -Crawler heavy lifters
                -Parts for the Stage 6 and 7 of the Aurochs
                -2 of the booster rockets
          -Airship Hangar
               -4 Heavy lifting zeppelins (Cargo transport and rocket parts)
               -2 Highspeed Personnel airships
   -Swiss bank vault
       -All blueprints for different projects.

Actions:
1. Pack stuff for convention
2. Run over the details of the contract. Do they bring us the rockets and payload, or do we manufacture it? Are we paid for expenses, or is the contract all in. Also, what kind of rockets are they using? Basically the stuff we need to know to prevent the rocket from exploding on the launchpad.

Not really much to do.

[Wayward Device]

K, turn inbound.

@lawastooshort: Glad to have you with us! Ellie Petersen is in and will have her intro in the next turn. Prepare for disturbing adventures in the not so distant future!

[Wayward Device]

1)Fight the control with everything! Xhowever many times it takes.
2)Fight 'Gus' return to 1 until 'Gus' is defeated (unconscious).
3)Remove the signature.
4)Drive away, fast but still obeying traffic laws and remaining under speed limit.
5)Leave town, heading NW.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

As you take the last few steps towards the little girl you try to overcome Gus' control of your body with everything you have. You ([8] vs [3+4=7]) mange to wrench away control for a heartbeat, just enough time to lunge quickly at him with your sword. Its not much of a blow, but it should gut a man who's just standing there. It ([7+2=9] vs [6+4=10] somehow glances aside, as if parried by an angry giant. Gus turn to regard you once more and says

"Really Elrod! It's bad enough that we're so limited for time without trying to turn what could be the inspiration for this decade's Dexter into a...a...goddamn Highlander remake!"

He cocks his head as if at a sound only he can hear, before cursing in a language you have never heard before.

"Fine then. Goddamn bastards, not a drop of artistic sentiment in the lot of them."

He turn to you once more, giving you his full attention.

"It seems we are pressed for time. But let it never be said that I'm anything but fair. I give you a death of your own choosing."

He gestures towards a support pillar and with a screaming sound a twisted metal bar flies to his hand. There is a flash, a wash of heat and in place of the twisted metal bar he hold a gleaming blade far more elegant than your own. He gestures with the blade to your own sword and dagger and says

"Come then, we end this. Try your insipid "Venetian" style against me and go to the place between."

With that he is on you. You ([11+2=13] vs [10+4=14] fight harder that in any of the friendly sparring matches you have fought with other enthusiasts in the past, but despite your efforts he simply too fast, to skilled, to strong. His every action is a perfect counter to yours and when your parry fails awkwardly his blade [3] slashed against your ear. What happens next should be a classic case of sword + ear= hospital (Aura Shielding) [8+2=10] but you are just knocked to the ground. Gus looks perplexed for a moment but quickly puts his blade to your throat and starts babbling about something. Its hard to focus with a sharp edge next to your artery like that. You [12] slam your electroknife into his ankle and he starts shaking like... well, much like the little girl who's bones he crushed. Then he goes utterly rigid, staring straight ahead as tears begin to fall down his face. From the street outside the carpark you hear the blare of sirens.

As you get up of the ground and try to decide between "removing" your signature from the Land Pirate's face, finishing off Gus and immediately getting into your car and running away a series of images enters your mind. The first set shows a large, scale model of Gus bleeding from the ankle wound you have inflicted. Half of the model has been cut away to reveal miniature copies of Gus being chased around the larger model by nightmare versions of Rebbecca. The second set of images shows you carrying the little girl to the car, putting a giant bandage on her and driving away to safety. The third set shows you driving away on your own, leaving the little girl behind, followed by everyone you have ever known spitting on your grave and calling you a bastard.   

What do you do now?

1. Remove the Windscreen-horn from the car. Examine it.
2. Eat some tasty breakfast.
3. Get into your van, start some awesome music.
4. Start to drive south, to Italy!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You [8+2=10] decide that it's time to do something about the whole windscreen-horn situation. You search your van until you find a crowbar and a mallet and, like the skilled automechanic you are, you carefully edge the mallet into a gap between the frame and the warped glass, lift the mallet and gently, gently tap the crowbar. The whole thing pops out like it was on oiled springs and hits the asphalt hard. All this plays out in slow motion and you are somewhat surprised that it doesn't shatter into a bazillion little fragments. Instead, it sort of bounces a little before coming to rest.

You [8] examine it and apart from the improbable nature of it's existence and durability you don't notice anything particularly out of the ordinary.   

You also decide that it's about time for the first meal of the day, breakfast. The fact that the sun is setting is just a silly little detail. It's your first meal of the day, it's breakfast. And it better be fucking delicious. You [8] get your little stove fired up and manage to cook a passable medley of bacon, eggs and other assorted fried titbits. It's not the best breakfast ever, but it hits the spot.

You clear away the breakfast debris, get in your van [10] and fire up an awesome playlist. The first song is the Jimmy Hendrix cover of All Along the Watchtower. You muse that it'll be a long time before the world sees his like again.

Suitably supplied with music, you start driving south. You even take the time to shout "To Italy!". (ESP)[2+3=5] The [6] journey goes smoothly and after only a few hours you are approaching the Italian border. You can see the little border office particularly clearly even though it is four in the morning because not even a shielding layer of glass obstructs your forward view. There is a car in line in front of you, but the border guards are nearly done inspecting it. 

Hidden Roll 1 [2+2=4] Terrible, just terrible.
Hidden Roll 2 [6+1=7] Steady, steady.

What do you do now?

1. Pack stuff for convention
2. Run over the details of the contract. Do they bring us the rockets and payload, or do we manufacture it? Are we paid for expenses, or is the contract all in. Also, what kind of rockets are they using? Basically the stuff we need to know to prevent the rocket from exploding on the launchpad.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You [7] pack for the convention, quickly filling a small suitcase with the basic necessities you will need for the trip and a backpack with the more vital things such as your laptop. You get Ms. Wronski to forward you a basic outline of what this new contract might entail. There are not set-in-stone documents yet, but over the course of a Zeppelin flight, two propeller planes and a jet you digest the details of what the contract might entail. It's actually going to be five separate launches by five separate companies all registered in different countries, in turn owned by other shell companies, all leading back somewhere to certain figures in the "totally legitimate Chinese business community". The details and pricing for the launches is pretty much the same for each: a flat $15 million payment for the use of the launch facilities and "technical assistance". They will provide both the rocket and the payload and may buy some fuel from you at a competitive rate, varying on a launch-by-launch basis. There is also some somewhat conflicting information. They want to ensure both the security and secrecy of their payloads, but may require you to do some "payload integration and last minute adjustments". The last detail, and by far the most worrying, is that the rockets they want to use seem to be all different from each other and all of them seem to be from rather outdated, discontinued lines. Nothing wrong with that, but you may want to have your technicians check over everything twice before anything actually leaves the launch pad. Thinking over the numbers, this won't actually provide enough raw capital to build another Aurochs, but it would be at least a good start and allow the company to stay afloat, maybe open up some new lines of credit.

This analysis keeps you entertained on what could have been an incredibly dull and uncomfortable journey. After more waiting in line, queuing, sitting for long periods and briefly showing officials documents than you personally care for in a day you arrive in Zurich Airport, which is conveniently in the same city as the conference, meaning you don't have to fly again until you leave.         

Hidden Roll 1 [7] Proceed as planned.
Hidden Roll 2 [5] Slips behind.

It is early evening, you have just cleared customs at Zurich Airport and the conference starts tomorrow morning.

What do you do now?

Ellie Petersen

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You [7] are falling, falling through blackness. It is by and far the most terrible thing you have ever known. In fact, it is the sole thing of which you are aware. The rush of falling, the terror in the dark. It is familiar in its awfulness, made of all the night terrors, all the broken bits of failure, all your personal tragedies and defeats. Each moment you fall a little faster, each moment brings the conclusion of your fall a little closer.

Hidden Roll 1 [7]
Hidden Roll 2 [9]

Suddenly, a light begins to move towards you from a great distance. You thought that your fear of the darkness and the falling were all encompassing terrors, but they were mere twitches of discomfort compared to your desire to get away from the approaching light, you unspeakable certainty that it would rend you to nothing far more thoroughly than the fall ever would. The light approaches you, coming to burn you out of the dark, when you notice that you are not falling alone. Your companion, whom you cannot place but seem to know well, makes a gesture that encompasses the darkness, the falling and the approaching terror-light and says
"You too, huh?"

This strikes you as the funniest thing anyone has ever said and you wake up on the fold-out bed in your caravan, laughing like a madwoman. The first light of dawn is just starting to intrude through the shutters of your window.   

What do you do now?

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

I must say, there is nothing that can be said of that other than...amazing.

Actions
1)Remove signature.
2)

The second set of images shows you carrying the little girl to the car, putting a giant bandage on her and driving away to safety.

3)Leave town.[/b]

[lawastooshort]

1) Get washed. Basin in caravan will do.
2) Put kettle on for tea.
3) Get dressed.
4) Make tea, roll cigarette, smoke it with tea while looking over work instructions for the day.
5) Grab whatever's lying around that doesn't need cooking to eat and head out to work in pick up. Presuming it's a work day. Otherwise work out a ride in the forest for the day!

[Wayward Device]

1)Remove signature.
2)

The second set of images shows you carrying the little girl to the car, putting a giant bandage on her and driving away to safety.

3)Leave town.[/b]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You [7] hastily "remove" your signature from the Land Pirate with your sword. Your wide, panicked swings have power behind them and you mangle what's left of his face in short order.

Your clothing is now Covered in Blood- increased chances for people to run away/call the police.

You go over to the little girl Rebecca and [9] carefully lift her up and carry here to the back seat of your car. Even with all the care you take, there are grinding, clicking sounds from her limbs as you lift her. She grimaces and you are pretty astonished that she is still conscious after everything that's just happened. Oh well, truth be told that's the least of the mysteries thrown up by tonight's events. You don't really have the medical supplies on hand to do anything about her injuries, so you drape a blanket over her as a temporary measure.

You start up the engine and decide its about time to get out of town for a while. You leave Gus standing there, still silently crying. As you [8] roll out of the carpark at a reasonable speed two squadcars arrive, sirens blaring. They [7+4=11] screech past you and into the carpark without so much as slowing down. You maintain a steady, law abiding speed until you are at the outskirts of St. Louis.

Hidden Roll 1[7-3=4]
Hidden Roll 2[7-2=5] Only to be expected after recent events.

It is the middle of the night on the outskirts of St. Louis, you are covered in blood, there is a young girl with a lot of broken bones in your back seat and you are being hunted by forces you do not understand.

What do you do now?

1) Get washed. Basin in caravan will do.
2) Put kettle on for tea.
3) Get dressed.
4) Make tea, roll cigarette, smoke it with tea while looking over work instructions for the day.
5) Grab whatever's lying around that doesn't need cooking to eat and head out to work in pick up. Presuming it's a work day. Otherwise work out a ride in the forest for the day!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You rise and wash yourself in the caravan's little basin. The [6] water is cold, making you grimace but you are more than used to it by now. You dry yourself and put the kettle on for a cup of tea, [11] expertly managing to avoid burning yourself on the hob. Dressing yourself [2] proves a complex task in the early hours of the day and much to your embarrassment (never mind that no-one's watching) you manage to trip yourself while putting on your jeans and smack your forehead on side of the caravan. You [8] are dazed for a moment, but the harm is mostly to your pride. Just as you manage to sort this awkward situation the kettle boils and you [9] make yourself a cup of tea to your exacting specifications of what constitutes a good cuppa.

Taking the tea with you you sit on the caravan's porch. Well, you sit in the doorway, which is about as much porch as is available and set down your tea. You take out a fresh 50g pack of baccy and a fresh packet of papers, [11] measure out the required amount with your thumb, index and middle fingers, dump it onto a paper, spread the tobacco out to an even consistency with your thumb and roll it into a perfect, filterless cylinder of tobacco and rice paper. You light it and inhale, that first cigarette always being the best of the day, the first drag the best of an already good thing. You alternate between smoking and sipping your tea as you check the work schedule for today.   

Hidden Roll 1 [2]
Hidden Roll 2 [5+1=6] A fall from earlier promising progress.

You flick through a tatty collection of papers held in check by an equally tatty clipboard and see that today [9] is not a work day! You plan a ride through the forest, seeing as you are currently free from responsibility. You decide [7] that a long drive down the Forestry paths is just what the doctor ordered, maybe stopping for lunch or a bit of a ramble if you spot anything of interest. The woods aren't at their most beautiful in January, but even in their wintery stillness they can offer up a stark beauty.   

What do you do now?
 

[10ebbor10]

I wil:

1. Find a cheap but respectable Hotel, if possible not to far away
2. Check Emails, not that I expect anything new
3. Buy a paper, see if anything special happened lately or something.
4. Sleep

[lawastooshort]

And I will:

1. Put the mountain bike in the back of the pick up. Drive to somewhere nice for a quick morning ride.

2. Get back in time to brew a nice pre-lunch cup of tea. Make lunch.

3. Check supplies and if necessary head to the nearest village to buy some vegetables and pasta, that kind of thing. If not necessary, then chop a bit of wood for an evening fire.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

1) Clean off clothing and sword.
2) Create a (sterile) bandage for the girl.
3) See if you can learn anything from the girl.
4) Smash the GPS and Call devices, and disable the laptop's internet.  Can't have people tracking my whereabouts.
5) Drive South-east.

[Evil Marahadja]

1. Try to remember you italian.
2. Greet the guard polite.
3. Find somewhere to sleep during the day. Remote as always.
4. Give your friend a call next morning.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

(attempting revival of game, would've tried earlier, but was too lazy.)