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[Tawa]

Rure #5:
Prayers may interact, work together, or try to just fuck each other over (arerting a heard of snarks to another prayer's presence wourd be an exampre of this), but no prayer may directry attack another prayer untir they have both scared Mount McDonards.

Therefore, if revoked, nobody courd interact with each other.

((Just kidding, being a rures rawyer for the herr of it. But you might want to word that more carefurry next time.))

Keep traverring. Try avoid everyone erse. Stay guard and don't hesitate kirr anybody who come too crose.

[Salsacookies]

Interesting bipedal insectoid specimen. Study it from a sensible distance. If it tries to attack me, squish it, with a rather monumental mallet which I so delicately stored within my satchel of holding.

[Dampe]

Rure #5:
Prayers may interact, work together, or try to just fuck each other over (arerting a heard of snarks to another prayer's presence wourd be an exampre of this), but no prayer may directry attack another prayer untir they have both scared Mount McDonards.

Therefore, if revoked, nobody courd interact with each other.

((Just kidding, being a rures rawyer for the herr of it. But you might want to word that more carefurry next time.))

Keep traverring. Try avoid everyone erse. Stay guard and don't hesitate kirr anybody who come too crose.

Ah. I'd forgotten rule #5 also included that stuff about interaction.

[Lalasa]

Double back enough in order to find out who's trailing behind me and why they might be.  Do it sneakily though.  Very sneakily.

[Cheesecake]

Muttering a cantrip of holy, greasy scripture, Fry raises his spatula and braces for combat! He strikes first, if the food-gods allow it.

[Andres]

Keep going.

[Dampe]

Research bow. Assign followers as scientists. Maybe scavenge a few lab coats from an abandoned convenience store if possible.

What weapons do I have? Or do I just have to improvise?

Whatever you included in your character description. Which is...
Nothing.

Well then.

It's not a major disadvantage, don't worry.
If you search for a weapon and get a decent roll, you'll be fine.

[heydude6]

Since the person I called for didn't reply to me. Eat it, just eat him.

[_DivideByZero_]

Research bow. Assign followers as scientists. Maybe scavenge a few lab coats from an abandoned convenience store if possible.

What weapons do I have? Or do I just have to improvise?

Whatever you included in your character description. Which is...
Nothing.

Well then.

It's not a major disadvantage, don't worry.
If you search for a weapon and get a decent roll, you'll be fine.

((Alright then, I've updated my action if that's okay.))

[Dampe]

**Player 1 rolls a 5!**
Nördstrøm heads further into the Outer Wasteland
Distance at the end of Day 4: 79km from Mount McDonalds
((At this rate, he'll be the first to reach Stage II. Once PCs are 75 klicks out from Mount McD's, they need to roll a 2 or higher to avoid combat with the inhabitants of the Outer Wasteland.))

**Player 2 rolls a 6!**
Nerd diverts his attention from the bipedal insectoid specimen he is studying to grab his trusty mallet from his backpack. He fumbles around, to no avail. In his haste, he forgot to pack it! When he looks back up, the insect is gone. He groans and continues his trek into the Wasteland.
Distance at the end of Day 4: 88km from Mount McDonalds
((Lasala chose to make a stealth roll, rather than engaging Nerd in combat, so you guys won't be fighting. At least, not this turn. Also, since you bombed the roll for packing, all you have is some scientific journals.))

Fry Cook gets ready to- Wait. What's this? It's a...

Spoiler: C-c-c-c-combat Roll! (click to show/hide)

**Player 3 rolls a 5!**

**Player 5 rolls a 6!**

**Akrid has the initiative!**

Fry Cook, the Last Frycook, muttered a reverent incantation to his ancestors, praying for glorious, greasy baptism in a deep-fryer, were he to be vanquished in battle. The well-weathered spatula he clutched had been wielded by many legends over the centuries. Chester "Chesty" McFry, the madcap burger-flipper of the West... Ivan the Frycook, who once ruled the Rodina Mat with a greasy hand... The legendary Banzai Burgerflipper of the Japanese isles... These names and more came back to Fry Cook as he held the spatula. Some even said it had once been wielded by the Burger King himself. Its edge, honed sharper than a razor, gleamed in the light of the campfire.

Akrid, Princess of the Apocalypse, screeched as she dove towards her next meal.

**Player 3 rolls a 6!**

**Player 5 rolls a 1!**

Fry nimbly sidestepped Akrid's charge, cutting a gaping wound in her thorax as she rushed by.

Akrid hurtled into one of the large rocks bordering Fry's campfire, momentarily stunning her.

**Player 3 rolls a 5!**

**Player 5 rolls a 2!**

Fry turned and prepared to strike at his enemy's exposed flank.

**Player 3 rolls a 5!**

**Player 5 rolls a 6!**

Nothing doing... Fry thought, as his spatula swung wide of its mark.

Akrid whipped around and lept at Fry with a shriek.

**Player 3 rolls a 2!**

**Player 5 rolls a 1!**

Fry quickly ducked, and Akrid went sailing over his head and slammed into another boulder.

**Player 3 rolls a 4!**

**Player 5 rolls a 3!**

Fry lined up his strike and aimed true at an exposed point on Akrid's back.

**Player 3 rolls a 6!**

**Player 5 rolls a 2!**

Akrid tried to turn and deflect the attack, but it was too late. Fry Cook, the last of his line, leapt onto the back of the chitinous creature and drove his spatula deep into Akrid's body, mortally wounding her. She did a sort of corkscrew as she let out an unearthly scream of pain and frustration. Fry leaped off her back, pulling his spatula out of the wound as he did so.

How can it...end like this? Akrid wondered, as the world faded to black. The Princess of the Apocalypse...vanquished by a mere peasant...impossible... Akrid folded her appendages up instinctually before she lost consciousness, looking like little more than a dead spider.

**Akrid, Princess of the Apocalypse, has been slain by Fry Cook, the Last Frycook.**

Having vanquished his foe, Fry returns his spatula to his sheath after wiping the ichor off of it and sleeps until sunrise before setting out on his pilgrimage once more.
Distance at the end of Day 4: 86km from Mount McDonalds

**Player 4 rolls a 4!**
Cockroach doubles back to evade his quarry, losing ground but staying safe.
Distance at the end of Day 4: 92km from Mount McDonalds

**Player 5 has been slain.**

**Player 6 rolls a 6!**
Sir Guiden instructs his disciples to scavenge lab coats from a bombed-out convenience store nearby.
"Disciples, you are now my Holy Scientists! Get to work on crafting me a bow!"
Even though Sir Guiden and his Holy Scientists lose half a day of travel, Sir Guiden's men crafted him a sturdy longbow and some arrows from a car door.
Distance at the end of Day 4: 83km from Mount McDonalds


**Player 7 rolls a 5!**
Moon Uzt very goodfast traverr Wasterand. No enemy stand in his way.
Distance at the end of Day 4: 82km from Mount McDonalds

**Player 8 rolls a 2!**
Travelling with a dragon is slow going, as Flare has found out.
Distance at the end of Day 4: 90km from Mount McDonalds

**Player 9 rolls a 2!**
Waaaaaaaagh!
Distance at the end of Day 4: 84km from Mount McDonalds

((Did the combat rolls after the initial one myself, for brevity.))

[Tawa]

Keep going. For great justice.

[_DivideByZero_]

Perfect. Now travel forth into the wild (toward the Cheeseburger of course)!

[Salsacookies]

Look through my books for a quick path to my destination.

[Dampe]

Also, akrid
Rip in pepperonis
;(

[Cheesecake]

Panting heavily, Fry mutters a silent prayer to the Fat Gods. "A worthy foe, yet foolish. Truly, a gift from the gods!"

He cuts up the chitinous beast, preparing it with sacred spices of incense and salt, and turning his former foe into a burger for his offering to Mount McDonald.