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Author Topic: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (On Hold)  (Read 28654 times)

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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #90 on: November 26, 2016, 12:22:28 am »

Yeah, he seems to be more direct. I should follow him... but those pizza donuts...

Order some pizza donuts while looking around the store for any other oddities.
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(5) You manage to struggle free of the guards and sprint to a safe distance before tossing a knife at one! (5 + 1 = 6) The throwing knife zips through the air, slitting a guard's throat! It then travels around the group of guards like a boomerang. It (5) Slits another throat, (Three 6's in a row!) decapitates three more (!), (4) slices open the last guard's arm, and (2) narrowly misses a random bystander. It then flies back into your hand. Holy crap.

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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #91 on: November 26, 2016, 05:27:29 am »

Update 9

Make sure their isn't anyone else left in the building, then return to the alley and tell Bracken about the store.
Just keep on waiting for Slippy.

(Not sure why you two didn't just narrate it. I guess you wanted a roll.)

The Courier returns, [2/7] but not without attracting the attention of a pack of thungs, roaming by, and they see you.

You could try carrying the sluggish thug with you and run away, but his weight is quite substantial!
(-2, reducible by STR => -1 instead. Both of you have 2 CEL, so it cancels out.)

Cut a piece of fabric off of Bouncer McBouncerson's suit, enough to tie around my nose and mouth like a kerchief mask. Enter downstairs, breathing through my mouth, a throwing knife ready in hand.

You quickly discover that alcohol molecules still penetrate fabric. Fortunately, a lot of the smell settles on the cloth, and it is enough to simply breath through your mouth.

You encounter a rambunctuous party, with some kind of loudspeaker playing rock-inspired music (anachronism much?). [9!] But because your knife was in hand, the party is now a party of boisterous clods armed with chair legs, wine bottles, and laser-guided drunken focus. That is to say, the mob moves slightly in your direction. You get a +1 to everything you do here.

There is a cart with plates and silverware nearby, as well as a grandfather clock whose pendulum is on the ground in front of it for some reason.

Nyar gives the ceaselessly partying flappers a jaunty salute. Nyar approaches and in a flirty whisper asks, "Well, now. Tell me, do you get your drink from the source, the bootlegger himself?

Or are you just here on someone else's ticket?"


"Bootlegging? This stuff ain't illegal here, see. You just stepped foot into a whole 'nother part of town."

Overhearing, two hired muscles approach you from behind. "What's yer business, pal?" [6] You notice their reflection in a distant mirror. Both wear grey trenchcoats with pewter-emblazoned images of baked rolls pinned to their lapels.
"You're lookin' at the McMuffin family restaurant."

Yeah, he seems to be more direct. I should follow him... but those pizza donuts...

Order some pizza donuts while looking around the store for any other oddities.

You notice a six-armed woman with no eyes and skin as black as carapace, with yellow salamander-like markings running up her forehead and down the back of her neck, apparently having a date with a giant slug having similar markings. The slug, one of its tentacles wrapped around a wine glass, proclaims a toast before sipping his drink.

A man in a retro-looking space suit with big shoulder-folds is inserting pizza slices into a box on the front of his suit, and pulling a lever.

You look at the calendar posted on the wall. It is the 31st of November.

Do as was advised and temporarily become a smoke cloud to sneak in through the vent

You emerge as a smoke cloud on the other side, forming inside an open oven. The oven is apparently in self-clean mode, explaining the smoke. You notice a glowing yellow crystal at the bottom of the oven chamber. The trays are also made of a teal-colored crystal.

You now identify, through the oven window, what is clearly a Mafia-related business deal. The mafioso has an image of a fish emblazoned on his lapel, while the baker and presumed owner of the establishment argues that he already paid the protection money to the Meteor Muffins. The mafioso isn't quite buying it, but he did buy an apple turnover to chew on.



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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #92 on: November 26, 2016, 05:42:36 am »

Chuck a throwing knife straight into the groin of the nearest guy.

"ANYBODY ELSE WANNA SAY GOODBYE TO THEIR PECKERS?!  BACK. THE FUCK. UP!!!", Nix yelled, attempting to intimidate.
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #93 on: November 26, 2016, 10:45:26 am »

"I found a place to take him, but I was followed. I say we set up an ambush."

I go to the back end of the alley, taking a crouching position. I shoulder my hunting rifle and wait for them to arrive.
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #94 on: November 26, 2016, 01:43:29 pm »

If it appears safe to do so, stealthily lie in wait for a bit and eavesdrop.
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #95 on: November 26, 2016, 02:48:02 pm »

Nyar frowns, "I guess that really wasn't my question.

Where is Alfonso Fischetti?!"
Nyar suddenly yells.

Subdue the thugs with unarmed combat (using my redirection skills) if they reach out at me.
« Last Edit: November 28, 2016, 07:18:14 pm by WunderKatze »
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #96 on: November 26, 2016, 03:18:46 pm »

"Oh what the hell Slippy! How did you even manage that?"

Look around for dumpster or a pile of garbage to hide behind and draw my shotgun.
« Last Edit: November 26, 2016, 04:31:18 pm by Yottawhat »
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(1) You start forward with determination and certainty. You carry this determination with you right into the gaping crater that opens under your feet. You fall into a pit. The sounds of combat above dim, along with the light from the suns. In the quiet below, you hear some other noises instead.

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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #97 on: November 26, 2016, 03:26:09 pm »

"What do you mean? I was just walking back here and they followed me."
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #98 on: November 26, 2016, 04:32:31 pm »


"Well you must of pissed off someone if they sent goons to come after you."

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(1) You start forward with determination and certainty. You carry this determination with you right into the gaping crater that opens under your feet. You fall into a pit. The sounds of combat above dim, along with the light from the suns. In the quiet below, you hear some other noises instead.

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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #99 on: November 26, 2016, 04:35:43 pm »

"I guess so. Or this is a really fucken shady part of town and it has random gangs roaming around picking fights."
« Last Edit: November 27, 2016, 10:44:54 pm by S34N1C »
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #100 on: November 28, 2016, 06:43:48 pm »

Wait, November doesn't even have... whatever. This place is weirder then I thought.

Finish the pizza donuts, then see if I head to the kitchen unnoticed.
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(5) You manage to struggle free of the guards and sprint to a safe distance before tossing a knife at one! (5 + 1 = 6) The throwing knife zips through the air, slitting a guard's throat! It then travels around the group of guards like a boomerang. It (5) Slits another throat, (Three 6's in a row!) decapitates three more (!), (4) slices open the last guard's arm, and (2) narrowly misses a random bystander. It then flies back into your hand. Holy crap.

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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #101 on: November 28, 2016, 07:19:40 pm »

Update 10

Nyar frowns, "I guess that really wasn't my question.

Where is Alfonso Fischetti!"
Nyar suddenly yells.

Subdue the thugs with unarmed combat (using my skill maybe) if they reach out at me.

"Fishchetti? Ha! You talking about the Fish Sticks Enterprise? We ain't with 'em." They try to keep a brusque demeanor, but your intuitive sense tells you that they are quite relieved, unwilling to fight, it seems.
"Ain't that right, Al? Fishsticks suck."
"I much prefer the Red Lobsters." This merits a boot to the shin.

"I guess so. Or this is a really fucken shadowy part of town and it has random gangs roaming around picking fights."

Shadowy part of town? You were told that this is a shadowy world.

(You didn't bold your action)

You prepare for contact, putting your rifle up to your shoulder but making little effort to hide.

"Oh what the hell Slippy! How did you even manage that?"

Look around for dumpster or a pile of garbage to hide behind and draw my shotgun.

Bracken meanwhile, takes a moment to hide behind the dumpster, weapon drawn.
The footsteps draw closer, and six pairs of boots splatter across the mud as they approach your little corner of this crapsack world.

Clenching their fists and cracking their knuckles, four brutes parade into the alleyway, spotting the Courier and lining up.

"Hey, you!"

If it appears safe to do so, stealthily lie in wait for a bit and eavesdrop.

You eavesdrop more, but there are no new developments. The mafioso finishes his apple turnover.

"Well if that's that, then I guess we have no choice."

The baker steps back.

"I can pay you several times, more in the future! Just not now..." The mafioso cocks his weapon.

Chuck a throwing knife straight into the groin of the nearest guy.

"ANYBODY ELSE WANNA SAY GOODBYE TO THEIR PECKERS?!  BACK. THE FUCK. UP!!!", Nix yelled, attempting to intimidate.

[5][4][3][3]+3 The knife follows its merry way, much to the chagrin of the nearest partygoer.

Since alcohol tends to exacerbate preset emotions rather than dull them, and you are rather sure about the smell of alcohol in these quarters, the party does not yield in their convictions that you are, in fact, a danger to everyone in the room.

They present a DRUNKEN CHALLENGER to duel you, the rest of the partygoers moving to block off the entrance.

He gets 3 attacks, just like you get 4 dice. Your block rolls also pool together against him because he is a single unit.

Wait, November doesn't even have... whatever. This place is weirder then I thought.

Finish the pizza donuts, then see if I head to the kitchen unnoticed.

A waitress bumps into you as you approach the kitchen door. She seems to intentionally drop a teacup and its saucer, which obviously shatter into pieces on the floor. She warns you to stay away from this area until she can clean this up.



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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #102 on: November 28, 2016, 07:25:26 pm »

"Fine then."

Brass knuckle this bastard in the knee, break it.
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #103 on: November 28, 2016, 07:46:23 pm »

I wait for the thugs to round the corner, then fire at the first one to appear.
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Re: Interdimensional Contract Killers (6/6) (Game Start!)
« Reply #104 on: November 28, 2016, 07:52:54 pm »

Nyar slumps a bit, he seems relieved but perhaps disappointed. "Gee whiz...

A fish stick empire? What, does he own a chain of restaurants?

Sigh. As usual, detente and ennui hand in hand".


Nyar buys the poor woman he yelled at a drink and then converses with the barkeep/waiter.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Fishcetti is? Perhaps a nice pent house sweet or a charming country side maison?" Nyar watches the Barkeep curiously.
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