Drink more beer. If I have an empty, hurl it at RED team. Otherwise continue with the grade A heckling at the RED team.
You miss.
"Dodging puuuuuuuussies!
"FUCKER! I'LL ENJOY PRYING MY SHOTGUN FROM YOUR DEAD HANDS!"
Bring the platform into the BLU team's chains. I'm sure this would be symbolic if I weren't trying to kill them.
Name: Janeway the Destroyer
Description: Imposing female gang leader
Reason for signing up/ desire: To create the greatest man-harem known to humankind
Greatest fear: being shot
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: 1
Speed: 1
Intelligence: 5
Luck: 0
Will: 1
Perception: 1
Points: 1
Shotgun 7/0 - stolen by an asshole
Attempt break free from Desmond and swim up to the surface for air. If I notice the platform plummeting towards me, swim away as fast as possible for a short distance.
Oh no you don't.
Hold Emilio down, hitting him in the skull with the butt of my revolver.
Name: Desmond Running
Description: A dapper man, dressed in a fashionable waistcoat. He's got some nice legs, I daresay.
Reason for signing up/ desire: He's running from his past.
Greatest fear: Boulders. Giant apes. Etcetera.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:0
Dexterity:0
Endurance: 10
Speed: 10
Intelligence:0
Luck:0
Will:0
Perception:0
Revolver
"You have no chance now. Give up!"
Don't let it crash on their heads! Instead, make the platform stop just next to them.
Name: Zack Bridges
Description: A worn, older man wearing ill-fitting rags and a beat up leather cap. He rarely speaks, but when he does he makes little to no sense.
Reason for signing up/desire: Wants to "uncover the lizardmen conspiracy for all the sheeple to finally see."
Greatest fear: The number 13
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 15
Endurance: 1
Speed: 1
Intelligence: 0
Luck: 0
Will: 1
Perception: 1
"Have some lead, it's delicious and very filling!"
Main objective: don't get crushed or fall.
Secondary objective: Apply shotgun to Janeway
Tertiary objective: Move closer to the red team crane.
Try to accomplish these.
Name: Navarro
Description: A veteran of last season of DMR. Very lanky and scruffy looking, and mostly covered in scars. Life and DMR's eternal punching bag.
Reason for signing up: He wanted a guard robot.
Greatest fear: Blue team winning
Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: 5
Speed: 10
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 0
Will: 1
Perception: 1
Athlete suit (2/5)
Shotgun (7/8)
0 points
1 DD
Don't draw attention to myself. Don't get shot.
Navarro aims perfectly at Janeway, sending an shot straight at her head. She just manages to duck, and the shotgun, not particularly effective this far away, only succeeds in shattering more of the glass. Janeway recives a few cuts, but doesn't seem to care about it. Except for the fact that Navarro's wasting her ammo, she's bloody furious about that.
He continues to cling onto the platform controlled by the person he's trying to kill.
Desmond clutches limpetlike to Emilio, who takes several seconds to extricate himself from his opponent's feeble grip, eventually slipping out and kicking up. Desmond follows him rapidly, both shooting towards the surface, desparate for air.
Zack, realising that a bit of teamkilling is in the offing, flails ineffectually at the controls, his platform moving down with slightly less velocity and drifting a little away from the contestants below. Janeway jerks her crane towards the blue chain, the rapidly descending length of metal sawing through the flimsy wooden platform and almost to the centre without slowing, nearly cutting Navarro in half, despite his well-timed leap from the platform to the chain. He loses another charge on his suit as the plummeting metal links whip by him.
RTD[1,2]
END[6,5]
Emilio and Desmond both instinctively jerk sideways, several seconds after a heavy object hits their heads at a great speed. Luckily for them, the water slows it down, and no bones are broken. Neither stay fully conscious. Zack's somewhat fragmented platform now floats above their sinking bodies.
Navarro, realising the futility of staying on a length of metal which can be moved up and down at great speeds by a mortal enemy, uses up his last charge on the athlete suit to scurry up the chain and onto the downward sloping metal limb which connects to the vehicle itself.
Magnus picks his nose.