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[DJDALA]

As the hedge raises his spiked instrument, Jump backwards and shout, WAIT, I must still kill the mayor!

[Secheral]

(OOC/Misc.Banter) But do you look around with grim determination though?

(OOC) No. I look around with the eyes of a maiden in love. Because this is a game about love and friendship.

[FunVake]

Ooc on phone.


Swim to couple dozen meters left of commotion noise

[Skullsploder]

Name: Patrick

Phys: +1
Dex: +1
Char: -3
Per: +1
Int: +1
Will: -1

Perk: +1 to rolls during fights

Appearance: Man with a brown beard and short brown hair. Wears jeans and a white tank-top.
Inv: Rolling pin
Condition: Has mild heart problems.

((If I can still join.))

((No problem! Gonna make it so your heart problems can manifest with varying intensity with failed will rolls, because +1 to all melee rolls is a pretty huge bonus.))

Spluttering and clutching at your chest, you make your way from the stinking water to the stinking shore. You appear to be alone. Huge, solitary mushrooms glow eerily in all directions.

Scowl and wave wrench at the small man
I ask him, as intimidatingly as I can: Who’re you an’ where’s here?

2-2, crit 3-1
You contort your face into a wide variety of idiotic expressions and wave your wrench at the small man, spluttering incomprehensibly. A trained medic would probably think you were having a stroke. He jumps backwards and...

As the hedge raises his spiked instrument, Jump backwards and shout, WAIT, I must still kill the mayor!

4+1
You jump backwards and shout
5-1
WAIT, I must still kill the mayor!

Eargerly anticipating conflict, walks towards the standoff to see what's going on.

You walk up to the standoff to see what's going on, eagerly fingering your knife as you go. Upon closer inspection it appears that the one that looks like unkempt topiary is incapable of normal speech. Then the smaller one jumps back and shouts
WAIT, I must still kill the mayor!

Ooc on phone.


Swim to couple dozen meters left of commotion noise

You pick your way through the sewerage, feeling your way along the bottom with your feet and following the ripples. You feel your feet on dry(ish) ground and hear a man to your right shout
WAIT, I must still kill the mayor!

Glare at the man trying to punch me and walk towards him with grim determination. If he still attempts to punch me, dodge, trip him and run past him with grim determination. If not, just try to look around.

You glare at the man
2-1, crit 6
With a look of mild discomfort and fear. He is not dissuaded. You walk towards him as he runs towards you.

Attack the guy to my right with my brass knuckles.

((Assuming this action stands for this round))

He walks to close the distance. It's on

COMBAT
Hank: 6+1+1; Slime: 2+1; Crit for Hank: 5
As Hank sprints towards Slime, Hank begins to swing with his left arm. Seeing this, Slime dodges left, but it was a feint. Hank's brass right fist connects squarely with Slime's temple, and doesn't stop. With the momentum of a large man running at full speed into another man jumping at full speed, the metal only ceases its sickening progress once it reaches the other temple. With the weight of a life leaving a body, Slime slams to the ground. Hank's fist drips blood and grey matter.

As you stand triumphant, the smell of blood mixing with the smell of filth, you hear behind you a man shout
WAIT, I must still kill the mayor!

((Even I didn't expect a death so soon! Sorry Secheral, better luck next time! You're welcome to start a new character immediately if you like.))

[ATHATH]

Nevermind, then.

Have fun with your game, y'all, and feel free to reuse my character concept.

[Monarch]

Lower wrench and squint at small man
Speaking slowly and enunciating carefully: Issat so? And why you gotta kill the mayor eh?

[GigaGiant]

Name:
Eddie Bard
Skills:
None
Perks:
Extreme Luck - For all rolls, roll an extra dice and flip a coin. If the coin is heads, use the higher roll between the two dice. If tails, use the smaller roll.
Appearance:
Looks like a bearded homeless man, but dressed in an expensive looking suit. The suit is actually made of cheap materials.
Condition:
Missing two fingers on his left hand. Missing pinky toe on right foot. Colorblind. Illiterate.
Inventory:
Rags.
$2000 in counterfeit cash. (Easily identified as counterfeit by merchants and others who handle money often)

Edit: Tried to make my character more balanced.

[LugeTheHuge]

Hearing what was said, I realise that it might be worth overcoming my urge to fight for the sake of killing the mayor.
Intelligently weigh up my options.

[Secheral]

Name: Corvald

Skills:
Charisma -4
Perception +2
Dexterity +2

Perk:
+1 to surviving damage to the head

Appearance:
An old man. His face bears the remains of a fire , but oddly enough, his eyes are perfectly undamaged.

Condition:
Torched face

Item:
Rags, metal cane

[NRDL]

Kill the one who said they must kill the mayor. I WILL KILL THE MAYOR.

[DJDALA]

I... I do not know. I cannot remember anything before this moment. All I know is that the mayor must not live.

[Skullsploder]

Just waiting for Patrick and Tablerace's actions to post the next update.

[Archibald]

"Where the hell am I?"

Inspect the surroundings.

[FunVake]

Shout in the affirmative. Listen for quick movement,  move slowly toward commotion with guard up.

[Yoink]

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:

Skills:
Physique: -2
Dexterity: -2
Agility: +1
Charisma: +2
Perception: +2
Willpower: -1
((that ended up far more min-maxy than I had intended, whoops))

Perks:
+1 to looting/scavenging. (If this is OP feel free to narrow it down, or I might give him some crippling injury.)
Appearance:
A thin, wiry male, slightly below average height. His body language, nimble movements, voice and mannerisms mark him as rather youthful, but his skin is prematurely lined and weatherbeaten, doubtless thanks to a hard life. What can be seen of it, anyway - a lot of his face is obscured by the chunky goggles he wears at all times, and the rest of him is pretty thoroughly coated in foul-smelling sludge.
His murky blond hair seems to have once been cut into something a 'short back and sides', but lack of maintenance, regular bathing or really any care whatsoever has left it a horrifically matted mess, like the pubic hair of some overgrown mutant living in an exploded glue factory.
Condition:
Comparatively healthy, given the circumstances.
Inventory:
Rags. Stylish and durable orange-lensed cyberpunk goggles.