The turn of death, retirement, explosions, and someone completely fucking destroying my dice.
NRDL:
[35 - 20] You struggle to keep breathing, but only succeed in drifting off to sleep. An endless one, perhaps. If your minions get you to a medic before you die, you'll survive. You are out of the play, now.
Wwolin:
Initiative:
Wwolin [55] vs. Salsacookies [22]
[100]In the last moments of your life, you rip the torch out of the hobo's hands, and kick the barrel to shreds. Smiling with a drip of sadness, perhaps, you drop the torch in the pool of oil and tackle the guard to the guard. You would feel great satisfaction, knowing that in the crates near you an experimental resource has been transferred, one called "gunpowder". When the flames touched it, the entire delivery exploded greatly, destroying the City Hall along with [100 holy cow] the King himself inside.The entire surrounding area is destroyed and completely annihilated, and many nobles, buorgeiose and wealthy die along with your squad of hobos.
In the following years, [100] you are known as the Jolly Giant, the patron of explosives, revolutions, drunkards, and flames. Many songs and poetry are written about you and your deeds, and you are known as the man who managed to destroy the kingdom and its capital in one night, alone, with no plan, and only with two barrels of oil and some support from the sailor-hobos. You are written in cards of history as the man of great courage and spirit, able to take life in his own hands. You are a legend, and will live forever in many tales and stories.
Salsacookies:
After your death, not much remained. You were a stranger, enlisted to help with the crime, and that you did. You tried to stop the greatest terrorist in the world alone, and you failed. [90] You are remembered as the only man able to step up to fight the Jolly Giant, though you aren't quite as remembered as him.
Tomasque:
[8] You stay unconscious, unable to defend yourself, while you are tied down and led to the station and are promptly put on a chair and bind to it.
Alev: You poke at the wound and lick it a little. It tastes funny.
((Wwolin, you got 100 on 12 different exploding dice background checks. Try gambling, you lucky bastard.))
Varee has retired. Salsacookies has died. Wwolin has died.
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