(I will post character sheets when I'm home, but I can't do it very well right now; anyway, as usual, I'm Jack, the stunt double with a bunch of bookworms at his beck and call)
Repair the broken escalator barricade, and have people watching the stairwells. See if there are any weapons to arm people with; at the very least, there should be moderately damaging hardcover books, right?
The bookworm brigade reports the status of the fortifications:
Rooftop barricades:
East Escalator: Barricaded with 6 tables
West Escalator: Barricaded with 6 tables
East Passenger lifts: None
East Passenger lift fire escape: 2 tables
West Passenger lifts: None
West Passenger lift fire escape: 2 tables
West Exterior stairwell: 5 chairs
East Cargo Lift: None
Central Cargo Lift: None
Central Garbage Chute's Stair Access: None
Library West Fire Escape: None
Library East Fire Escape: None
Interior Perimeter:
Library Entrance: Barricaded with 5 bookshelves and a number of tables.
A helpful student also demonstrates his fighting ability by shooting you with a paper pellet propelled by a rubber band. It stings for several seconds. He recons that this dangerous weapon can be mass produced to arm everyone.
After taking the shit wipe my ass and go out to see what is happening
Name: Jonhson
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Engineer
Appearance: He looks like an old gold digger for some reason
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cd/bb/83/cdbb83af4ca847b0d17bdfb9afd371b5--hopes-and-dreams-cowboy-art.jpgPersonality: Basically a old man that always has a smile on his face
Professional Skill(s): Engineering , Building
Hobbies: Electrician , Tactical Wrench Fighting , Drinking
What do you have in your pockets: Leatherman Wave Multitool, Screwdriver, Canteen (with alcochol)
XXL Tub of Popcorn
Status: Bleeding from the anus.
All you hear are the screams, the fear, the panic. There is also delicious popcorn in the corner. You help yourself to a XXL tub.
y u no post my action
Fine.
6 - While wiping your behind, you apply too much pressure. The coarse toilet paper cuts into the delicate skin of your rectum and causes bleeding. You now have Status: Bleeding from the anus.
Joe tries to look for the missing baby, but more importantly, looks for a place to hide or hole up for a while.
Name: Joe Blo (This name is just a placeholder. No-one cares about his name, usually just saying "Hey, you!" or some other variant.)
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Minimum-wage asshole for some major fast-food chain.
Appearance: People usually don't look at him long enough to actually see what he looks like other than "he's a man".
Personality: Would rather people didn't bother him. Has given up on that hope for a long while now, and now prefers to just do his job and then leave so he can do his own thing.
Professional Skill(s): Listening to (and following) orders, not getting angry.
Hobbies: Wood carving/whittling, video games, writing.
What do you have in your pockets: Pocket knife, small wooden stick that has some carving on it, car keys, bottle of water, cell phone, wallet with some money and credit cards.
Found your sheet for you.
You look around for babies. A cannibal steps out from a corner. His lips stained with blood. His arms craddling the broken form of an infant. Its belly is torn open. Its liver is missing. Intestines are hanging from the wound. The baby retches. The baby tries to give in to the pain, but the cannibal takes another bite, jolting all its senses.
You hide behind a store-cart selling waffles.
Keep low and try to get out
1 - You hug the ground to avoid the smoke. But the ground catches fire. Then your body fat catches fire as well. You cook in your own oils. The dictator boy retches. The dictator boy is having difficulty breathing. The pain is unbearable.
Take cover and play guitar in order to hypnotize the shooters and turn them into Liberals.
Name: Roger Waters
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Former Pink Floyd's lead vocalist.
Appearance:
Here...Personality: Grumpy, jerkish and egoistical. Thinks that Trump is a pig.
Professional Skill(s): Guitar, Singing.
Hobbies: Left-wing activism, Anti-Israeli/Pro-Palestine activism, Pissing (not literally) on David Gilmour.
What do you have in your pockets: A HOLEY guitar, a microphone and a picture of Donald Trump fapping on Hitler's thin mustache.
2 - You croak the most jarring of tunes. The security shooting at you is convinced that you too are cannibal madmen terrorists. More of his friends arrive to help shoot at you.
Someone is shooting the president of Russia!?
It's time to whip out good old Makarov, I'm not old KGB agent for nothing! Shoot the security! Also, leaking gas? Sounds like a good moment to walk away from explosions.
Name: Vladimir Putin
Occupation before the Apocalypse: President of Russia
Appearance: It's like god distilled the essence of manliness from tiger and bear testicles, decided the result wasn't good enough, threw it out the window, and then handcrafted a man that transcended manliness as we know it.
Personality: The essence of calm badassery. He's so badass that when he looks at explosions, they immediately stop to avoid breaking the laws of the universe.
Professional Skill(s): Badassery and Conquest.
Hobbies: Bear riding, gun-kata, and funky dancing.
In his pockets: Makarov pistol, combat knife, His favourite stuffed bear in full KGB regalia.
Status:
STAINED WITH CAKE
2 - You shoot in the general direction of the security officers. You hit an apple computer on display, a fleeing toddler, and vital circuitry in the walls that control the fire alarms. The fire alarms stop.
All the security officers nearby eagerly plink at you.
Roger Waters is hit in the guitar. But it doesn't make him sound any worse.One of the security men is hit by friendly fire.
Something else in the kitchen catches fire. This would be a very good time to leave the restaurant.
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