ACTIVATE SUBVERSION by typing save me now! MAYBE IT'LL STOP GRENADE FROM GOING OFF ALSO CURL SELF UP AND TRY TO ROLL AWAY BASICALLY TRY TO MINIMIZE DAMAGE AND GET AWAY
HELP!!!
VULCAN! YOU BASTARD, I SAID I WANTED AN ACTUAL LIGHTING BOLT, NOT ONE OF THESE DELAYED ACTION MONSTROSITIES!
Try to open the big felt box and hide inside it. Just duck and cover like I'm a turtle in a 1950's public safety/propaganda film.
As soon as grenade explodes or it becomes obvious it won't explode, go and kick Rufus on face.
Gunther decides to walk back through the door to the beach and take cover there instead of hiding behind a convenient waist-high wooden crate again. Helpfully, this makes him immune to getting blown up!
Adriana rolls up into a little ball and desperately buttonmashes on Subversion while the grenade makes a stressful ticking sound.
[Adaptability: 3] She types in "Help pls" and hits enter a few times. It brings up a help page with a few commands, like "Find Device", or "Hack that Shit", or "Deactivate Grenade".
The grenade makes a beep that sounds suspiciously like "Now armed, please make your peace."
Loot relativity. Go through any door not yet opened.
"Deserters!"
All the doors have been opened already. Three (!) of them just lead into this room. The one to the east leads to a nice lobby, and the one to the south leads to a generic room with a hole that leads to nothing in it.
My mapmaking isn't too bad, is it? ;_;
No, I just posted in a hurry. Go into the lobby, through the door there if there is one. Loot relativity still, and anything else of cash, sentimental or comedic value.
You damn Nobody as damn deserters, then proceed to loot your ex-comrades body. As you pick it up, Relativity opens up it's claws expectantly.
[Knowledge+Adaptability: 2] You guess that's kinda neat.
As for other loot... hmm, there might be something in that gross corpsepile...
[Roll to loot!: 5] Digging through the mass of dead bodies (respecting the dead, of course, you make sure not to damage them) you find...
[Random loot!: 22,10] A compound bow, made with the bones of the wailing dead, forever cursed to make this weapon awesome. It's arrows are made from the blood of children and virgins, which about covers everyone around here, so you can get more ammo by stabbing people with the sharp top part, which is pretty metal.
Satisfied by your well-armedness, you walk through the hole in the door to the lobby. Classy, yet cheerful music is playing. A comfy chair sits in a comfy corner, and a few portraits hang on the walls. At the end of the room sits a single, heavy, metal door.
search for vodka, celebrate being alive before charging a random door.
You can not celebrate being alive, because you are not alive.
There is no sunshine when you're dead.