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[SOLDIER First]

"Is there metal or something in the robots? I could attach one or two to this sword and make it less.. limp." It was so hard not to say flaccid, oh my god. "I'd need duct tape or wires, though."

[~Neri]

There are wires in the bots

[SOLDIER First]

"Like, nylon wires, not electricity wires."

[WillowLuman]

"Looks like there's some thin metal cables in here that move the digits. Would those work?"

[Propman]

Overworld: Town Gate

[1]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VF3FZF3WBs

While dallying behind the gate, a group of shadowy figures leaped out from behind a rather large bush in an effort to engage combat with Propman, hoping to ambush him in the relative darkness of the "night" present in the area, in spite of his close proximity to the town. [8] The adventurer stumbled as he was attacked from behind and attempted to turn and face his adversaries.

The first figure he saw was a strange, puppet-like being wearing suspenders three sizes too large for its emaciated body, with two thin, almost skeletal jointed limbs ending in hands the size of those foam fingers that one would expect to find in an American football tournament. It shouted curses at him, sneering with its ugly, long-nosed veneer. Trailing behind it was another one of those pumpkin monsters which he had ambushed earlier, its glowing candle-lit face grinning back at him eerily as it slithered into view. The last two creatures were plump, almost spherical rodents with blue fur, no taller than a foot, each carrying either a rather large fork or a rather small trident.

"Sorry about the interruption sir, but it would appear that I have company!"

[20] Propman skillfully dodged the puppet's attempt at slapping him with its grotesque hands and used this opening to fire on group of foes with his gun as a counter attack, letting loose all five rounds at once in rapid succession. [5-2] [17-2] [5-2] [18-2] [11-2] Such an action was a wasteful, inaccurate use of ammo, but two of the shots managed to hit their marks as he hit both the pumpkin monster and one of the rodents, felling both of them before they could attack.

Cackling, the puppet brought its enlarged grabbers down on the pirate's head, [7] smacking the cheeks of his face with a slapstick crack and causing his ears to ring. The vermin likewise managed to close the distance and attempted to attack, [13-2] but Propman kicked it aback before it could sink its weapon into his leg, with some difficulty given his dizziness.

The mariner was huffing as he reached for his letter opener. "I must ask sir, does this sort of thing happen often to you people whenever you venture out!?"

[WillowLuman]

Town Gate - South

The gate slides open, and the guard comes out, pump-action shotgun in hand. "I suggest ya duck!"

[Propman]

Taking the gate guard's advice, Propman dropped to the ground, [15] allowing him to dodge an attempted strike from the puppet. It was laughing madly as it began clapping its hands together, producing a cracking noise as loud as his gun.

The vermin was now attempting to flee the scene after seeing the guard come out as well as its comrades get cut down, [8] but it stumbled on a stone and rolled around helplessly on its curved back.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

"...they seem to be doing alright. Aside from that one you left back at the start. Hmm, where are you now? I seem to have lost place."

(Order for this is trap-my dodge-draugr dodge)

(11)((1)(13) - (19)(16)( - (16)(13)(1) - (15)(18)(14)(7) - (2) - (19)(11)(9) - (5) - (7) - (10)(12)(12) - (3) - (5)

The narrator returns to a chaotic scene.  The Draugr have been slain by a variety of traps, such as crushed by swinging spiked walls, impaled by spears, or shot by darts, or are chasing Zanzetkuken around the room as he tries to set off every trap within the room.

"Hello again," He said, his clothes partially torn and his skin playing host to a few light wounds, as he (12) ran over another pressure plate and (15) narrowly dodged the trap, (1) unlike one of the draugr that was following him.

[WillowLuman]

Taking the gate guard's advice, Propman dropped to the ground, [15] allowing him to dodge an attempted strike from the puppet. It was laughing madly as it began clapping its hands together, producing a cracking noise as loud as his gun.

The vermin was now attempting to flee the scene after seeing the guard come out as well as its comrades get cut down, [8] but it stumbled on a stone and rolled around helplessly on its curved back.

The guard blows the puppet monster apart before opening fire on the other creatures, hitting some of them as they flee. He speaks casually between shots. "People don't often like to be leave town, especially once the night cycle starts, though we don't often get monsters stupid enough ta come right up ta the gate. Ye best be getting inside immediately."

Truth

"Ah yes, the Draugr. One moment..." The sound of pages turning comes from the air. "...Beyond the bookshelf... cold, dark crypt... here we are. Having dealt with the all too familiar foes, [Zanz real name] had to wonder why they and their lair were here. He would find hints to these answers further into the bowels of this place."

(How many segments are you planning on doing?)

[Arcvasti]

Arcvasti completely refuses to loot the bodies of his bots.

**Not touching those.**

[WillowLuman]

"In that case, should we get a move on?" HugoLuman goes back over to the cushion and scoops up the projector.

[~Neri]

One moment~ Kevak gives the rPom one last lookaround for loot.

[Prophet]

I guess I'll take the pickaxe?

[~Neri]

Kevak pauses the search, gets out one of the Dwarven Pickaxes, and hands it to Prophet before continuing searching. Here you go~

[Prophet]

Thanks senpai!