Round 3: Dinner-Based CombatLocation: Crettyard, County Laois, IrelandSaberToothTiger stalks Execute/Dumbo.exe to the suburbs, watching him walk through the back door of a house and sneaking in behind him. Just as Execute begins to give his speech on the word of Our Lord & Savior, Saber comes up from behind him leaping up into the air. [2+2 VS. 5] The priest barely has the time to duck out of the way so that rather than Saber stomping on the back of his head, he ends up jumping into the mashed potatoes upon the table and stumbling down onto the rest of the food. The family vacates the table quickly and [10 VS. 5] Saber doesn't even have the opportunity to get up and wipe the foodstuffs from his clothing before Execute yanks him off of the table and throws him onto the floor, nearly dislocating his vertebrate on the tile. Saber lays there stunned, and just before Execute can finish him off with a couple stomps to the face [9 VS. 4] the furious patriarch of the family snatches an empty dinner plate and chucks it at Execute. The glass shatters on impact with Execute's chest and he goes down to the floor as well, shards of the plate cutting into his flesh. The father has some words for them, "LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. DINNER IS RUINED. BOTH OF YOU, GET OUT OF ME' HOUSE!"
NAV gives the Mite Box to her children and instructs them on how to use their childish pitifullness to maximize sympathy donations. The two boys stand outside the library with the box, [4] and while a few gullible pedestrians drop off some money, there just isn't a lot of foot traffic today.
[+$7]NAV branches out and creates a second blog focusing on Classical Russian Music. [5+2] It attracts some attention from a few Classic Music buffs, but pales in comparison to the popularity of her other blog.
[+$12]NAV causes some staring and murmuring when people begin to notice that she's searching up pages for mercenaries and bodyguards for hire. Like most products and services, there's a sliding pay scale for what can be offered up front. Ex-military and police offer their protection for 4-digit prices a day. Less qualified individuals ask for 2 or 3-digit prices. There's one guy whose whole profile consists of "im a 4eal tough mate 10$$$ a day m4ssage me 4 deats kthx".
High tyrol stands up, lugging up his still warm Medium Machine Gun. He wanders the streets until he finds Person in a residential area. Using his years of experience of
playing Metal Gear Solid training in the armed forces, Tyrol attaches himself to a series of bushes and uses it for cover to stalk the General.
Hawk132 remains splayed out on the asphalt. [Consciousness: Fail] He continues to remain this way, having an intense dream where he rips out Salsa's throat and shoves it into his mouth.
Execute/Dumbo.exe lies in pain on the tiled floor of the home, grasping for the Bottle of Fine Spanish Wine, which rolled away to the other side of the dining room during the combat. The patriarch aggressively waves a broom at him.
Micelus jumps into his
Zzoom, strapping himself into the control seat and readying the arsenal as he waits for oncoming aircraft, but the skies are clear for now. To pass the time, he spills the Little Pot of Infinite Sweet Porridge onto the ground, watching for results. [3] One edge of the pot breaks as it hits the ground and porridge spills out, but only the amount of sweet porridge you would think would be in a little pot and nothing else. Wasn't this thing supposed to be "Infinite"? It's pretty anticlimactic.
Salsacookies picks up his Chunk of Belgian Black Marble, menacingly moving over to where Hawk132 is laying down. Hoisting up the chunk like a rock, he swings it downwards with a goal to bash in Hawk's Head. [5] The marble smashes through Hawk132's face, pulverizing his nose, jaw, mouth and teeth, blood spurting out across the ground. Yet when Salsa picks up his improvised, now bloody, weapon once again, he can tell that Hawk is still breathing.
Person decides that a carpet bombing of his own location would be overkill, and suicide, so instead he calls in for reinforcements.
Soldier #1: "Okay then General....let me see....we'll fly in a squadron by Helicopter to your location."
Soldier #2: "Yeah, that's good. We can cover it, call it into the Irish military as a training exercise."
Soldier #1: "I can have them out there in about [3 Turns]. Hang tight until then."
Person finishes the call and hands the cell phone back to the civilian, but he can't shake the suspicion that someone is watching him. [2] He looks around and finds nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it's just paranoia from his days back in Uzbekistan...
The Boundaries around the battlefield have dissipated.
Sorry for the delay, I've been sick for a bit. Barring a relapse, I'll get back to my usual updating schedule.
Added ammunition to people who have firearms. Ammunition doesn't run out, but if you empty the clip, you have to spend a turn reloading to fire it again.
Also, people drop their items when they die, so Peradon's weapons are scattered around the area where he got shot up.
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