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Team Choice
Mission 2) Gamington+Coghuahua, 10 Cogs, 4 Guardogs, 1 Hammer-Cogs, Figurehead, 1 Luxurious succubus, Elephantine Wraith, Camerathing.
Mission 3) (Psysquid+Snowstar), Woar, Gorloceros, Liondor, Aliwhale, Bearphant, Beastman, Hunter of the Wild Hunt and 2 Hydraulic succubus.
LET THE CARNAGE BEGIN.
2) Baby, Baby oh, oh, Baby Baby, oh, oh. Destruction. "There's a concert going on to raise funds for the HEROES association," Psysquid remarks. "We could slaughter our way through them and get that cash for ourselves...or just maim, burn and kill...." he hums, "Or Gamington might enjoy singing with the Camerathing something catchy to get people on our side...what do I know..." Security Present. Low Chance of Special forces present. Musical Hero present!
Resource Acquirable: High-Tech Recording Equipment OR High-Tech Sonic Equipment. ?
3) The moon shines brightly tonight...let's drive a hole in it and cheer with moonshine. Mixed. "The rednecks of the countryside are having problems with the police. If we aid them, they'll give us Booze, poorly working guns and their ears on the ground in case of trouble...if Cheerie's in the countryside furthermore, they might be able to find her before we do..." Resource Acquirable: Rednecks. Alcoholic Wares.
CONCERT CARNAGE
The Zeppelin hums as it leaves the hangar, carrying Lord Gamington with its flapping mantle as the Camerathing starts recording. An inspiring music starts to play in the background, as the sun shines brightly casting shadows of epicness over the figure of Lord Gamington, he-who-shall-defeat-Good.
Coghuahua stands nearby in a kneeling position, holding a mic in her hands and readying herself to deliver it to her lord when the time comes for battle to be done.
The Figurehead holds herself near her axe, a banner depicting Incognito's symbol on her back and flapping wildly. The luxurious succubus fans herself while making slightly erotic sounds of the place being 'too hot', sometimes giving a tight jerk to her corset to 'breathe' properly.
The elephantine wraith scribbles on a piece of parchment 'I will not forget my abilities, I will not forget my strength, I will not forget. I will not forget.'
Then, the time comes.
Destruction success Roll
1d12=5+2(Gamington)+1(Coghuahua)+2.5(Cogs)+1(Guardogs)+1(Hammer-Cogs)+1 [0.05*20](Figurehead-At the head of the Banner, Shall our Glory Be found)+0 (succubus) + 1.75(Wraith)+0(Camerathing)= 15.25
Enemy Reaction Roll! Special Forces Present!
"Tell me you love meeee," the music is emitted from very large loudspeakers, all of which seem to surround a crowd of cheerful teenagers. "Tell me you want me!" the voice belongs to a blond haired girl with massive...forward implements. "If you'll believe in meee...I'll be yours! Love me! Follow me! Blindly obey me! I'm your hero and you want me! Follow me! Obey me! Do you want me? Tell me yes, darling!"
"YES! YES! YES!" the crowd cheers and hoots. "We want you! NAUSICAA!"
"Remember! Never forget! We fight! We fight!" Nausicaa cheers and sings, raising her right hand up in the air in a fist. Her outfit appears as a skimpy bright pink leopard, and the heels she's wearing make her at least a good five to six inches taller. "Love me and together we will fight!"
Then, around the stage, explosions are set off. The music swaps immediately from the hip-hop theme to a more rap one, as Gamington takes the stage.
"LISTEN HERE AND LISTEN GOOD!
LORD GAMINGTON's COME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD!"
The rest of the army takes the stage, just as the security forces start to climb while the special forces prepares their guns.
"IT IS TIME FOR US TO DANCE!" Gamington bellows, "GET YOUR RHYTHM AND PREPARE. YOUR. LANCE!"
"Get off the stage you evil doer!" Nausicaa yells, her mic suddenly sparkling with electricity as her hair starts to fly around, "THIS. IS. MY. SHOW!"
"What if I say I'm not like the others?" Gamington retorts loudly, "What if I say I'm not just another!?"
"Remember the copyright!" Coghuahua screams.
1d12= 3+ 6 (Lance of Cane) + 2 (Gamington) + 1 (Coghuahua) + 1.75 (Elephantine Wraith) + 2.5 (Cogs) + 1 (Guardogs) + 1 (It's Hammer-Time!)+ 1(Figurehead-Follow the Banner)+ 2(The Banner has a Deadly Axe)+ 0 (Luxurious Succubus) + 0 (Camerathing) VS 1d12= 8+ 4 (Police (
-Buddy System) + 4 (Guns) + 4 ((4)Special Forces-Buddy System) + 4(Guns SF)+ 0.05*10 (Singing the Song of The Muse)= 19.25 Vs 24.5= -5.25
DANCE THE DAMAGE AWAY!
Electricity sparkles and soars the air, crashing strongly against the cogs who all being to rhythmically dance following Gamington's beat.
"Dance, dance, dance forever!" The rays and the bullets are dodged, while the people in the stands clap their hands at the spectacle of light and colors they're seeing.
Some even start to sing 'dance, dance, forever'.
1d12=3+0(I sparkle, But I'm not a fighter)+16.5 VS 1d12= 5+13.25= 19.5 Vs 18.25 = -1.25!
Three Cogs Die!
It's but a moment, and soon three bullets slam into three bodies of steam and cogs, tearing them apart.
"DANCE BETTER!" Gamington roars, before plowing through.
1d12= 11 + 11.50 = 22.50 Vs 6+16.5= 22.50 Vs 22.50 =Draw!
People are cheering loudly, clapping excitedly their hands at the spectacle in front of them.
1d12= 2 +16.5=18.5 Vs 7+12.50= 19.5 +1!
Suddenly, two policemen overextend themselves, reaching closer into the folds of the cogs' dance routine. It's an instant, but two heads are neatly cleaved and roll down. The people gaze in surprise at the fountains of blood, before starting to scream.
"Don't worry! It's all part of the show!" Nausicaa yells, "The show called 'Kick the Evildoers' butts!'"
"I would like to disagree!" Gamington roars back, "The show's called 'Die Good, Die!'"
1d12= 7 + 2 (Gamington) + 1 (Coghuahua) + 1.75 (Elephantine Wraith) + 1.75 (Cogs) + 1 (Guardogs) + 1 (It's Hammer-Time!)+ 1(Figurehead-Follow the Banner)+ 2(The Banner has a Deadly Axe)+ 0 (Luxurious Succubus) + 0 (Camerathing) VS 1d12= 3 + 3 (Police (6)-Buddy System) + 3 (Guns) + 4 ((4)Special Forces-Buddy System) + 4(Guns SF)+ 0.05*10 (Singing the Song of The Muse)= 17.50 Vs 17.5= 0!
"You think I'm going to let this go!?" Nausicaa snarls. "I will not let you insufferable bastards..."
"Oh, how cute you are," the Luxurious succubus murmurs softly to the ear of a fan, "Want to come home with me?" the fan vividly agrees.
"You were saying something?" the Succubus raises an eyebrow gazing at Nausicaa.
"Y-You! Stop taking away my fans!"
Resource Acquired: Fan!1d12= 4 + 14.5 Vs 1d12=9+12.50=18.5 Vs 21.5! +3!
Six Policemen die!
Gamington has sweat pooling down his body. "This...fight...is...going...on...quite...for...a...bit!"
"I'm not pulling away!" Nausicaa screams. "My fans are everything for me!"
"You damn...the power of dancing...will defeat...song!"
1d12= 10 + 11.50 Vs 1d12= 7+8= 21.50 Vs 15 = 6.50!
Two Special Forces are killed!
The Figurehead burps loudly as it screams. "FOR ODIN'S BLOOD AND THE NAZGHUL'S CALL!" before slicing with its axe and cleaving in half a special force soldier. "I will hold myself true! Fight! For the Overlord!"
"COOGGG!"
The Hammer-cog grips his hammer strongly, and then pulls it down on the head of the other special force. "It's Hammer-Time! Cog...Cog...Computing!"
1d12= 2 + 4 Vs 1d12= 4+11.50= +9.50!
Two special forces dead.
Hero Wounded!
Nausicaa receives a firm blunt hit to her sides, which sends her on the ground sniffling and crying. "No, no, no, it's my debut...my upcoming album...no!"
She cries, and in her cry the legion of fans answer her call.
"NAUSICAA-CHAAANNNN!"
"Eh?" Gamington blinks, and then turns to gaze at the enraged fans -all overly portly and overweight guys.
Nausicaa smirks from her spot on the ground.
"THE FIGHT ISN'T OVER!"
1d12= 8 + 0,05*10=8.5! Vs 1d12= 9+ 11.50
Ten fans start to climb the stage...but the cogs smash their skulls in less than a second flat.
The rest of the fans run away screaming in fear, uncaring that their Nausicaa-chan is now alone and prey to Lord Gamington's menacing smile.
"So, you want to learn how to dance?" Lord Gamington's smile becomes wider. "Let me show you how you dance..."
MOONSHINE CARNAGE
"Tonight," Psysquid speaks, "We dine in hell."
"Tomorrow," Snowstar continues, "We have brunch in heaven."
"It's time to get the show on the road," Psysquid states plainly, descending from the zeppelin. Around them, there is only silence as the empty shacks of rednecks stand eerily in the pale moonlight.
The Gorloceros growls lightly, while the Hunter of the Wilds breathes in deeply. "I smell blood."
"You always smell blood," one of the hydraulic succubus remarks. "It's the first thing you say when you wake up too."
"I smell more blood than usual then," the Hunter retorts.
Mixed Roll (Psysquid+Snowstar), Woar, Gorloceros, Liondor, Aliwhale, Bearphant, Beastman, Hunter of the Wild Hunt and 2 Hydraulic succubus
Destruction: 10+0.5+1+2+3+0+1+2+0.50+1.5+0=20
Control: 12+0.5+1+0+0+0.50+0+0+0+0+2=16
Total: 36/2=18!
Psysquid has a vision.
"Shit. IT'S A TRAP!"
The next moment, explosions rock the air as giant fireballs flame down from the sky. A large winged woman clad in robes descends upon dark feathery wings.
Her robes are dark purple, and they billow with the wind. Her surprise attack is however ineffective, as Psysquid's success nullifies the attack.
"Your time has come, evildoers," she speaks. "No longer will you be able to bring havoc upon this land. In the name of Justice, I will be your executioner," her hands brim with unholy fire. "I am Mauve...remember this name well, for you will not be the last to go to hell cursing it."
Psysquid cracks his neck, as Snowstar nearby prepares ice-shards from the tip of his tentacles.
"Really? Well...I'm renowned for defying the odds," with a light chuckle, debris of fallen houses start to lift themselves in the air. "Come on then, Hero...show me what you've got."
"I am not a Hero," Mauve replies, a feral smile etched on her face. Portals of fire open up around her as giant demon-like hands emerge. "I'm an Anti-Hero...and I will show no mercy!"
Battle Starts!
1d12= 9+13.5+6(Unlimited House Burns!)+2(Naturally Psychic)= 30.5 Vs 1d12=4+12(Demonic Summoning) + 4 (Fiery Magic) + 6 (Bound to Hell)= 30.5 Vs 26= 4.5!
The Anti-Hero is wounded!
The demonic hands are gripped tightly by Gorloceros and Bearphant, as Snowstar conjures forth icicles while the burning houses slam against the woman. She screams in pain as shards embed deeply into her body, tattering her robes. Her eyes burn brightly as the wounds sizzle.
"I sold my soul to defy your evil! I bound myself for victory! I will crush you down!"
"You're not the first to say that," Psysquid snarls. "You're also not the first to lose after saying that."
Howling in anger, large meteors crash down from the skies.
Psysquid swallows. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that."
1d12=12+22+4(Meteor Fire)=38! Vs 1d12= 3+13.5= 16.5 = -21.5!
That Hurt like Hell!
The Beastman dies! -0.50
The Liondor Dies! -3! (Mascot Power Activates!)
The Two Hydraulic Succubus Die! -6
The Hunter of the Wild dies! -3
The Aliwhale dies! -3
The Bearphant dies! -3
The Woar Dies! -3
The meteors strike down hard upon Psysquid's team, crushing with their fiery death the team. The Liondor lets out a startled cry of fear, as it burns to death. Wasn't that Cerulean's favorite pet anyway? Psysquid holds a barrier of psychic energies, to protect himself and Snowstar from the devastating barrage.
Unfortunately, the rest of the team isn't that lucky.
Charred flesh, burned corpses, crispy meat...
It's a slaughter.
Psysquid stands, looking around with ire.
"Oh, so you think you can do this and go unpunished uh?"
The Girl screams in pain as the hands that surround her vanish in brimstone and sulfur.
"No! No...come back! I'm not done!"
"Oh? Somebody's out of juice?" Psysquid hisses. "Let me pay you back then, you bitch!"
1d12=10+0.5+1+3(Gorloceros)+3 (Liondor-Let my sacrifice not be in vain) vs 1d12=12-12(The summoning has ended. The price must be paid) + 4 (Fiery magic) + 6(Bound to Hell)= 17.5 Vs 10= 7.5!
7.5+4.5=12!
A barrage of sharp icicles slam into Mauve's chest, the ice turns scarlet with her blood as the woman falls down on the ground. She coughs and splutters blood out of her mouth, breathing raggedly. She tries to raise a hand to the sky, "I'm...sorry...Cer-"
And then the ground cracks and splinters, as chains of iron and screams of devils and demons erupt to grab the woman's body and soul. With a terrifying scream of utter anguish, Mauve disappears within the infernal areas of hell leaving behind nothing but cinders...and her
tattered robes.Psysquid looks around, before moving towards the nearest house and into its cellar. Snowstar follows, but gasps.
"She burned them all to a crisp," Psysquid comments, slowly turning to walk back upstairs. "There are no survivors."
"T-That's not...Why? No hero would ever..."
"She said it herself, didn't she?" Psysquid remarks. "She's not a hero...she's an Anti-Hero."
He flexes his hands, letting his tentacles move carefully to grab the robes. "We can use this," he acquiesces. "Let's go...grab what we can."
"Maybe we could look into the forest for survivors," Snowstar suggests. Psysquid nods.
In the following hours, Psysquid does find Rednecks hiding in the forest.
Scared, covered in sooth, trembling and afraid.
The moment Psysquid shows himself as friendly, they start to clap their hands excitedly and swear eternal loyalty to the cause of Incognito.
Acquired Resources: Redneck Faction!
Acquired Resources: Tattered Robes
Acquired Resources: Distillery Wares
Choose an acquired resource between: High Tech Sonic Emitting Equipment or High Tech Recording Equipment.Weather the StormChemista slams a hand against the table. "It's impossible!" she snarls. "You can't have faced an Anti-Hero! WE are Anti-Heroes!"
"I know what she called herself," Psysquid grumbles, "And she packed a
hell of a punch...pardon the pun."
You raise an eyebrow. "What's the problem?"
"Stupidsquid here," Chemista snarls, "Says he fought off a 'Anti-Hero'. It was probably a hero of sort. There's no way he would be fighting something like a Dark Advisor because WE are Dark Advisors."
"So...the trap was set by?"
"No idea," Psysquid grumbles. "It was someone with a beef against Evil of course, but it didn't seem 'Cheerful' work. The woman was awfully serious...and she packed a punch."
"We need something better then," you retort. "The enemies are getting tougher...we should get tougher too..."
"Concerning that," Chemista coughs, "There is something we can do," she acquiesces. "There are ways to power-up someone...Cogification, Mutation, Selling one's soul to the devil...starting dark ritual, eating the flesh of Elder Gods that Sleep..."
You give a sour look towards Chemista.
"Upgrading the base to hold a training ground?" she hazards. "I mean...
everything starts with training, right?"
You are still in Weather The Storm. Choose Equipment to acquire for the Music-ScenarioThe Redneck mission was an Ambush -which would have granted the attack to the enemy- but the high roll nullified the ambush. Hence the +12 meant for two rounds was over in only one. It then became a -12...because pacts with devils should never be done.
And that's Mauve ladies and gents.
Which...opens up a LOT of questions, doesn't it?
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