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[SeriousConcentrate]

I guess you can just have the duct tape, since I already said you used it. Consider it in your inventory. ^^^

[Xantalos]

Yay!

[mastahcheese]

Swear off of Chinese food for life, then get up and find something to make a fake foot out of, so I stop having to hobble at everything. Maybe find something for my hand.

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

"...,...,.......,. .,.,l......!"
screw it, find a ladder out of these sewers and take it, then try to get to a music store, AGAIN
(Tell me, even if I did get the piano, would the musical battle thing work? Also, are you still enjoying writing this?)

[Nunzillor]

Excellent.  Now it's time to get more hospital money!  Daddy needs a new prosthetic.  Whoever lives here won't miss this crap.

Exit through the apartment door, take the elevator down to street level.  If I attract any attention, smile roguishly.

EDIT: And run from said observer.  That would probably help too.

[Yoink]

"Augh! Help! Help! Security!"

>Scream in pain/yell for help. That works sometimes, right?

>Regardless of the outcome, it's time for a change of plans. Let's go find a restaurant selling dosa. I must acquire dosa. Dosa eez deleeshuz.

[SeriousConcentrate]

TURN 8

Cheese gets to his feet and looks around. (4) He can see again, but there's really nothing to make a foot out of in the food court area. As for his hand, maybe some advanced cybernetics or something. He would have to find a way to get some if he wanted to fix it.

Nunzillor heads to the elevator. (1. Welp.) The elevator arrives and he steps in, then presses the bottom floor button. And promptly starts screaming as it plummets all the way to the bottom. NUNZILLOR HAS DIED.

Xantallos (3) can't find any thick gloves. While he's looking around he drops the box cutter and the powdered milk and by the time he's done he's forgotten where he put them down at, leaving him with just the duct tape.

Yoink (2) screams in pain until his voice is hoarse and it hurts to breathe. Ow. Maybe some dosa would cheer him up. It wouldn't fix the voice or the arm but it would cheer him up. (5) He leaves the basement and heads back into the food court, where he peruses the stalls. Hmm. Looks like there's a few cold dosa-like pancakes someone forgot to throw away when they closed it down.

E/D (6) drags himself back up the ladder and out of the sewers, then over to a music shop. He absorbs a few bullets along the way since the fighting's started up again and frankly he looks, smells, and moves like a zombie, but he made it to the music store!

Persus13 (hereafter Persus) is birdwatching in a small park.

STATUS

Cheese can see again - Missing left foot, skeletal right hand
Nunzillor has died in a falling elevator
Xantalos is forgetful - Right leg from knee down is converted into a peg-leg, right hand hurts, has duct tape
Yoink is fondly regarding cold dosa - multiple bruises, compound fracture breaking skin in right forearm
E/D is bleeding all over the music store - Destroyed larynx, multiple lacerations, broken ankles, gunshot wounds to legs and lower torso, close to death
Persus is enjoying the park


@E/D: Yep. ^^^ Just finally had time to run a turn today. @_@ So busy... As for the musical battle, maybe. It depends on how far away the music store is from the boombox, and that will likely depend on a roll.

[Persus13]

(Yay!)

Search up some birds.

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

",.,..,.,.,,.,...!"(I love role playing like this)
bust into that music store! Find any musical instrument that would be appropriate and begin the practicing of playing Beethoven's symphony the fith! I need to be ready for the battle to come!

[Xantalos]

WELP

Wrap hands in duct tape in order to protect them from boombox.

[Yoink]

"Hmm, well, I pretty badly need some comfort food."

>If no-one seems to be watching, nab myself a couple of dosas. See if I can find some sauce, too!

>Eat.

[Nunzillor]

No!!!!  Could this be the end... of El Bandito?  I regret nothing.

*Splat*

((Thanks, that was fun  )

[SeriousConcentrate]

Glad you enjoyed your time with it. ^^^

[mastahcheese]

Find something to eat. Eat.

[SeriousConcentrate]

TURN 9

Cheese looks for something to eat. (1) He only sees Yoink's dosa-pile, and walks over. He attempts to take one and Yoink, in a jealous-dosa-fueled rage, snaps his neck and throws him back in the basement where he spawned. MASTAHCHEESE HAS DIED

Xantalos (4) wraps his hands in duct tape. It doesn't help and he's forced to retreat and maybe try a new plan.

Yoink (5) shuts and locks the basement door and gets some sambar sauce for his dosa pile. He sits down and enjoys a good meal, albeit left-handedly.

E/D (6) hooks a keytar up to every amplifier in the store and drags them all to face toward the gas station. Propping himself up, he begins to play a fairly decent cover of Beethoven's Fifth that shatters the storefront, washes across the road, and shatters all the windows of the gas station. Someone inside is flung to the back from the sheer pressure of the soundwaves, and from his position E/D can see the boombox break apart. On that note, if he doesn't get some medical attention soon, it'll probably be the last thing he sees.

Persus (4) doesn't find any birds other than owls about. Probably because it's so late out. Wait, is that a Great Horned Owl? Well... yeah, it is. I guess that wasn't that exciting after all. Still, that's something to mark off the list, right?

Gamerlord (hereafter GL) steps out of the men's restroom, drying his hands on his pants. Huh. Looks like someone destroyed the rest of the gas station while he was in there.

STATUS

Cheese was killed by Yoink for attempting to take his dosa
Xantalos is lying among debris - Right leg from knee down is converted into a peg-leg, right hand hurts, has duct tape, temporarily deaf
Yoink is enjoying dosa - multiple bruises, compound fracture breaking skin in right forearm, full
E/D is spending his last moments rocking out - Destroyed larynx, multiple lacerations, broken ankles, gunshot wounds to legs and lower torso, will bleed out this turn without intervention
Persus is making notes about owls
GL is happy the restrooms are behind the gas station proper