Okay, so for combat, each person's rolls are summarized in the format
Name | Dice Pool Successes vs. Distributed Stress Successes | Dominating Type. What determines whether or not the characters prevail is
Total Successes vs. Total Stress Successes shown at the bottom, so it doesn't matter if one person has less successes than their assigned stress dice, so long as the everyone's combined total is greater or equal.
IDN: 1, 1, 5
HNG:
IMP:
STR: 5, 2, 6
IDN: 5, 3, 1
HNG:
IMP: 5
STR: 5, 6
IDN: 1, 5, 2
HNG:
IMP: 6
STR: 5, 2
IDN: 1, 1, 4
HNG:
IMP: 3
STR: 3, 2
This has been left intentionally blank. Probably won't ever have anything in it, I'm just using spoiler tags for consistency's sake.
Shaking with adrenaline, Steve discharges a round straight into his assailant's mouth piece as its proboscis retracts, blowing apart its head in a spray of metallic flakes. The staggering foe topples over, slamming against the bridge, the cracks from its missing head cascading across its entire exoskeleton, shattering it. Well, it's a good start, but the muzzle flash and thundering roar of his weapon aren't doing any favors for his hangover, worsening his headaches as a brief wave of nausea washes over him.
[[Steve's Hangover has been raised by 1.]]The second pillbug lines its mouthpiece up against Stacy and Rachel attempting to stab both of them with it, but before it can Stacy's tendril snaps forwards, lengthening with an audible crackle as it impales the Nightmare. Silvery shards and pascal blue powder erupt from the exit wound as it stumbles backwards from the impact before the tendril flexes, smashing it against the bridge and well within Rachel's range. Seems that the exercise has helped sober her up a bit, making her more aware of her hangover.
[[Stacy's Hangover has been raised by 1.]]Rachel steadies her altered arm and carefully lines it up with the gaps in the Nightmare's broken exoskeleton, repeatedly slashing it with almost practiced grace. The pillbug twitches at first, spasmodically trying to right itself, to aim its mouthpiece, to attack despite it's state. It fails to. Soon it moves no more, slashed apart still partially buried in its armor-turned-casket.
By the time Janet closed the distance, both pillbugs have had their bodies shattered, but that is not to say both were quite dead. Crawling out of the first wreckage is what lay beneath, a pascal blue maggot with a division along its center like that of tablet, separating the front and back halve. Loops of rope flail in and out of its hole-like maw, their motions resembling that of a solar prominence. She slams fist-first into it. There's a flash of light, followed by a horrible crunching noise, like the sound of glass being ground, only louder, far, far louder.
Okay. So. Picture reality as a pane of glass. Now see, what Janet did here, was that she took a gun, pointed it at where the pillbug was on that pane, and pulled the trigger. Her target is gone. Erased. Obliterated. It is where the bullet sprayed the glass outwards. The area around it? That's where the cracks formed. Where the cracks are growing, spreading. Where the pillbug once crawled is a region wherein nothing may exist. Oblivion given form. Nothingness made manifest. Only this isn't truly nothingness, because right now, that concept does not exist for it. Janet had punched it in the face, and now it's just in it's little corner, crying. Cracks rip forth from the anomaly like persistent bolts of lightning, and when the intersect, the area they enclose vanishes, dragged into oblivion. And as the shattering tempest grows from this, the cracks it unleashes lengthen in turn.
The pane is beginning to shatter.
Run.
[[Janet has lost a Stability Point.]][[Uniform Stress for running away is 4.]]((Okay, this is an event with Uniform Stress, what this means is that the rating will always be 4 Stress per person no matter how many people there are, since it's a expanding field rather than something you can fight or divert the attention of. Note that this is only for running, so if you've got an idea, just propose it to me and I'll give it a stress rating. So for example, if Lily was here, she could just do a single roll with higher difficulty to try and freeze time and evacuate everyone.))
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