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[Nunzillor]

Rush down the hallway to apprehend the anti-villainous vampire killers!  Reload while running!

[Funk]

Rush down the hallway to apprehend the anti-villainous vampire killers!  Reload while running!

+1

[~Neri]

Cast Flare well you're at it!

[Stirk]

Rush down the hallway to apprehend the anti-villainous vampire killers!  Reload while running!

HOW WILL I DO THIS!

I try to run carrying a 750 pound gun in one hand while reloading with the other, all while moving.

It. Doesn't. Go. Well.

I get detracted by trying to walk and get my long dark hair caught under the new round I somehow managed to put in. I then tumble into the wall, with that distracting me from running. I brush off the drywall from the crater I just created, pull my hair from the artillery piece, and start running down the hallway.

Well, awkwardly waddling. I almost am at a normal walking pace. This thing is reaaallly heavy.

I am in a hallway now, one with a lot of doors like my own. A few of them have boxes in front of them. But no sign of anyone, let alone a vampire hunter, could be seen.

Did I go the wrong way? Thank god.

[Comrade Shamrock]

''They're probably behind me!''

Turn and fire the Mitrailleuse down the corridor.

[Harry Baldman]

''They're probably behind me!''

Turn and fire the Mitrailleuse down the corridor.

+1

This game is wonderful.

[Comrade Shamrock]

''They're probably behind me!''

Turn and fire the Mitrailleuse down the corridor.

+1

This game is wonderful.

Stirk probably wants to grab those guns and shoot us all for going bonkers in his game. 

[3man75]

''They're probably behind me!''

Turn and fire the Mitrailleuse down the corridor.

+1

This game is wonderful.

+1

[Stirk]

Stirk probably wants to grab those guns and shoot us all for going bonkers in his game. 

Pf, you guys know I have therapy for that. *Chants to self* Ifyoushootthemthegovermentwilltakeyourgunsifyoushoothemthegovermentwilltakeyourgunsifyoushoothemthegovermentwilltakeyourguns

*Deep breath*

Does this happen in all SGs?
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I spin around with both feet, finding the hallway behind me empty. For some reason, I am filled with the strong urge to fire.

"THEY ARE PROBABLY BEHIND ME!"

...Why would I say such things? Those words are meaningless. Have I become less than human?

In any case, for whatever insane reason, I quickly sit cross legged on the ground and brace myself for another round of fire. As I pull the crank bullets fly out, decimating the drywall across from me and filling the room with black smoke and the sound of gunfire. Even I can hardly see after all twenty five rounds have gone off.

Someone stop me before I hurt someone!

[Harry Baldman]

Reload and ride the Mitrailleuse out through the decimated drywall, reloading it after building up a bit of momentum!

The hunters will not take us by surprise!

Does this happen in all SGs?

Only the ones that use amnesia as a setup, in my experience. But it's what makes the whole thing fun!

[Comrade Shamrock]

Reload and ride the Mitrailleuse out through the decimated drywall, reloading it after building up a bit of momentum!

The hunters will not take us by surprise!

+1 But didn't we remove it from its carriage. So are we rolling on it like a log?

Does this happen in all SGs?

I think it depends on how well you set it up and how serious the tone is. Giving people access to every gun imaginable was probably not going to encourage sane playing. I think to increase the chances of getting sane main characters you want to make people work for what they get, otherwise they do something nuts. But I'm not an expert and am rambling so I'll shut up now.

[Harry Baldman]

+1 But didn't we remove it from its carriage. So are we rolling on it like a log?

Idea is of superior quality. Idea is accepted. We are rolling on it like a log! Probably not while reloading. Or, failing that, pretending that it is our mighty steed. Or, failing that, getting the carriage and riding that out.

[Funk]

Does this happen in all SGs?

Useing amnesia as the setup gives us a massive sand box to play with, you need to work in some thing to stop us back flipping off the rails and takeing the game to far from what you have planed.
(If you dont have a plan then just use parts of our answers i.e. we're fighting off vampire hunters and not the pizza guy because that give us a reason to shoot stuff and call for the vampire cops to get info)

How about a dead body/ audio type / note from our land lady for a plot tread?

Reload and ride the Mitrailleuse out through the decimated drywall, reloading it after building up a bit of momentum!
The hunters will not take us by surprise!

+1 Yes lets sit on it like a skate board and shoot our pistols as the hunters as we slide along the floor.

[Stirk]

Pff. I thought amnesia was a cool setup. I am just going to blame Comrade and his communism. CURSE YOU COMMUNISM! WHY MUST YOU TRY TO DERAIL EVERYTHING!

How about a dead body/ audio type / note from our land lady for a plot tread?

I tried to put one in the box. You guys shot it. Oh well, I can think of something. I AM GOD OF THIS WORLD AND YOU PEASANTS SHALT NOT DEFEAT ME.

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Idea is of superior quality. Idea is accepted. We are rolling on it like a log! Probably not while reloading. Or, failing that, pretending that it is our mighty steed. Or, failing that, getting the carriage and riding that out.

I set my gun on the ground. For some odd reason I want to ride it like a log.

Am...Am I trying to kill myself? Is that the end goal of all this? Because I am pretty sure I have now broken every law of gun safety, several of physics, and more then a handful of man.

I set it on the ground and try to get it moving, while standing on top of it. It makes almost a full rotation before the crank stops it. Then the crank bends and snaps as I somehow create enough force with my feat to move the 750 pound weapon. Well, it was inevitable.

Then I start back up again, leaving even more scratches in the tiled floor. I get it going pretty fast. Like, it is still the speed of a turtle, but this is like moving a car with only my feet, so I consider it a win. I head towards the hole in the wall that I created, the clouds of black smoke still lingering in the air making it difficult to see absolutely anything that isn't right in front of me.

Or, in some cases, something that is right in front of me.

My neck is clotheslined by a shotgun. A big shotgun. I fall down on the cold, unforgiving floor and hold my neck reflexively.

I can tell that it was a 4 gauge Ks-23 shotgun, or 23mm carbine if I am Russian. I might be, I still know nothing about myself except I am insane.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!"

A voice calls out from above me, inside the dark cloud. I should thank it.

[~Neri]

"MEOW!"

Proceed to paw at the air~