What's that, boy? You smell some dumb motherfuckers about to make the worst decision of their life? Really! Well now... You say, sarcastically. You quickly turn to the rest of the group.
[Big Dog] Spread out and find me some fucking blood! .
(Roll= d100 + 40 = 43)The group doesn't seem very excited for it, though they still comply. They spread out a little to properly cover the quarry. Two people go along the sides, getting a height advantage, while you, tenderloin and Shakey go up front. Blitz stays back, getting her rifle ready. The dog stays with her as she goes prone. You're not even fully past the first rock when you see that your dog was right! There's a guy in a leather coat trying to get his arm out of the crevice he was hiding in. He may have already been holding the gun, but you were holding yours. The critical half-second made the difference in who gets the lead thrown at him, and you won that battle. You would have preferred your revolver at this range, but with the shakes throwing you off you elected to go for the shotgun once more. So, you hit the target, no problem. You also hit the rock around him, causing some of the fragments of that to hurt him, all well and good.
Getting peppered by buckshot at that range hurts like a motherfucker, and would keep an untrained man out of the fight. Tragically, the man just yells very loudly as he points his gun at you with a damaged arm, proving to you that you're up against somebody trained.
Nuts.
You throw yourself, injured leg and all, behind a rock. It's essentially like throwing a dead weight behind you, except that it's attached to you. Still, you already established that the quarry is an excellent spot for a firefight. Plenty of cover. You can hide behind this rock right here, no problem. It sounds like ragnarok has been unleashed around you, you think you aggravated your injury by forcing yourself to jump like that, and the guy you peppered is likely still firing his rifle (you think it's a rifle. Gunshots aren't as easy to differentiate as you'd think.)
When you suddenly hear somebody scream right around the corner, followed by a guy sprinting away from something in your direction. You're about to blast him until you see Tenderloin right behind him with blood on her machetes. And the rest of her.
You never noticed it before, but her eyes really gleam when she's excited like that. She looked like a demon from a man's nightmares, covered in blood like that. Shaggy black hair slicked down. You wonder where are the blood came from, until you notice the screaming man was missing an arm. He was also just a tad too slow, and is stopped in his track when a heavy machete cuts through his shoulder right to his ribs. He didn't scream any more, but not for lack of trying.
...Heya, Chief.Sup, Tends.Good call on the fanning out, we woulda been mincemeat if they were able to set up on the walls.Thanks.Some chunks of rock go flying loose close to you. Somebody is spraying fire in your general direction. Though, considering that you fired only a single shot, more likely Tenderloin.
How many did you get already?Fight only just started. Didn't have a chance to get one beyond this fella right here.Right. Another bullet plinks nearby, guessing from where the rocks are flying, you can make an educated guess as to where the dead man is. All around you are gunshots, and the nature of the quarry makes the sounds bounce around. Sound is going to be of no help, here. With your educated guesstimate, you point out your shotgun and fire blindly. You can't tell if you hit somebody, too much yelling.
I'm going to get back to it. Cover me for a second.Yup. You say, trying to hide the adrenaline coursing through you. It's mostly for posture, making sure you don't appear like an idiot when you're sitting on your ass because you have a bum leg. You reload the shotgun, and equip your 9mm in your other hand. You're going to need to do some covering, and quantity overtakes the quality, here. The shotgun is what you're hoping will do the trick.
Forcing yourself on your feet (just foot, singular, will do fine, thanks.), you decide to fire your pistol in a general direction while poking your head out. You see one guy taking cover not too far away, but Tenderloin is off like a shot, going inbetween the different boulders and openings. She can handle herself, but the distraction actually manages to get to you. The guy isn't in cover, and took aim with his rifle. Then his head jerks to one side, he twitches for a moment, and then he falls to the ground, bleeding profusely from the fresh hole.
God-damn, Blitz is a natural with that rifle.
Deciding that you've spent too much time in one place, you limp forward and find a different spot to plop your useless leg down. Poiting your shotgun forward, in case something were to-
Oop, there it is.
Your gun roars its mighty blast, and and the woman that turned the corner in your new cubbyhole is partially reduced to hamburger meat. She took the shot to the chest, and she wasn't wearing armor worth a damn, either. She's not dead, though. You elect to come closer to the girl gasping for air through ruined lungs. Removing the knife from your belt, you stab him in the heart to speed it up at least a little. Her eyes go hazy as death takes her. You take her ammo, 9mm. A fresh magazine for your own pistol, how convenient! And some extra ammo, too! Why, things sure are going great today. What other gifts does santa have?
The sudden vicious bark, followed by your bum leg getting mauled by a large four-footed animal, shows that maybe things aren't going THAT great. You hit the ground screaming, your flesh getting twisted and torn as the hound shakes its head around. Just as its about to jump further along to take a bite on a more vital part, an angel with a large pair of brass knuckles comes out of nowhere to uppercut the dog into a flip.
Shaky has arrived, and boy does he look steady. With the distraction, you pick up your pistol and reload as fast as you can manage with your hands shaking this violently. You start swearing as you keep failing to get it in, but Shaky can fend off the dog well enough. It's a unique fighting style he uses, focusing almost entirely on his right hand while only using his left for quick deflecting jabs and swipes. The dog takes quite a few licks, but the thing seems to be related to the local super mutants from how BIG the motherfucker is! Thick hair covers the beast, making it almost fluffy if it wasn't so covered in filth, matting the fur. Eventually, you manage to slam the magazine in there.
Shake! Give me a shot!Wordlessly, Shaky complies and kicks the dog a distance away. You start firing with your pistol, hitting the creature in the head on the first shot, despite the shaking.
(Roll= 38+d100-15[shakes]=121)It stops moving instantly. Alright, could have gone worse. You're only bleeding to death. Fuck.
You notice the gunshots have quieted, apart from one returning sound of an automatic pistol. Then you hear a scream from a voice you don't recognize, and it all goes silent.
SOUND OFF! WHO'S HURT!? Ellis yells. He's on the other side of the quarry. Must have fought his way there along the sides.
Bob's dead! You hear Crackle yell. His voice sounds a bit like Rotface's, though there's a bit more of a breathy aspect to it. With the safety established, you take a look around the place. You notice at least three burnt corpses. Seems Crackle's a good throw with the molotovs. He was on the sidelines, so he had an excellent angle for it, too. Thank god you had them spread out. If they got a little more motivated, though, you probably could have avoided the injuries.
Oh, and Bob's death. But who cares.
The quarry is clear, but your leg is back to proper fucked. And the guy that patched it up at least partially is back at the cave.
Fuck.
You should make a decision on what to do next.
Statistics and inventory.
Combat Stats
HP: 80/215
Limb health: LEG CRIPPLED
Weapons: .357 revolver (Six shots) (requires 0.3 second to fire, 0.7 to cock the hammer for the next shot) (reloading takes 0.7 seconds per bullet) (Can be "aimed" for a bonus to hit and allowing you to hit specific parts of the body) (Loses accuracy beyond 10 meters, by 5 percent per meter) (60 percent chance to hit, not modified for range) (does 36 damage)
Sawed-off 12gauge (2 shots) (requires 0.2 seconds to fire) (Reloading takes 2,5 seconds) (Cannot be aimed with precision, but you can still get a bonus to hit if you take care to aim) (Loses DAMAGE, not chance to hit, beyond three meters. 10 dmg per meter) (Does 70 damage) (70 percent chance to hit
9mm pistol (kind of alright) (13 bullets remaining) Requires 0.2 seconds to fire. (Reloading takes 1.5 seconds) (Can be aimed to a specific body part) (Loses accuracy beyond 12 meters) (70 percent chance to hit, not modified for range) (15 DMG)
Grenades
Ammo:
30 .357 bullets
25 12-gauge shotgun shells
4 20-gauge shotgun shells
27 9mm bullets
24 .22 rounds
Inventory
Comfy Bloodstained Raider Rags (1 DT) (Light armor) (equipped)
Box of drugs
One Water bottle
Seven empty water bottles
Awkward backpack
Five doses of Jet
Seven leather arm scraps
Massive spiked shield
Two units of Nuts and Bolts
Emergency Shank (unequipped, takes 0.3 seconds to take out. 0.5 seconds to stab something)
649 caps
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
STRENGTH 7
PERCEPTION 5
ENDURANCE 6
CHARISMA 7
INTELLIGENCE 4
AGILITY 5
LUCK 6
Barter: 35
Energy Weapons: 15
Explosives: 15
Guns:38
Lockpick: 30
Medicine:13
Melee weapons: 19
Repair: 35
Science: 13
Sneak:35
Speech:25
Survival: 27
Unarmed: 19
Level-up perks
Iron Stomach: Your extended life as an outcast left you with a strong stomach. Radiation and general filth does not affect you nearly as much
Weird Wasteland: Maybe it's that blow to the head, but things seem a little more loopy and funny. Some things seem to happen that shouldn't. Well, it's nothing bad, at least.
Cold as Ice: You're not exactly the pinnacle of romance, and why would you be? You easily see through people trying to manipulate you, but you suffer a -15 to all convincing checks.
Big Dog: Stature doesn't matter when you can bark like a true master. Whenever you need to incentivise a collection of people towards violence, you gain +15 to it (note: this is both a convincing check and a BUFF check. People love some motivation!). Also, you have some new dialogue to reflect this big dog 'tude.
Tanooki Perks
Tenderloin: Wields two machetes.
Heavy Machetes: Onehanded. Takes 0.2 seconds to swing from a readied position, almost a full second to swing again. Does 25 damage on a successful strike. Dual-wielding allows for attacks to be twice as fast, although the basic swing will not speed up.
10mm submachine gun. (0 shots, empty magazine!) (fully automatic, fires at 15 rounds per second.)(reloading takes 4 seconds (Insufficient Guns skill!)) (can be aimed with precision) (burst causes 5 rolls to be done for damage, with an accuracy debuff of 2 percent per shot) (Effective range is 14 meters, loses acc by 5 percent per meter beyond that) (15 dmg per shot) (70 percent base chance to hit.)
Status: Healthy.
Blitz: wields 9mm pistol. Magazine is 12 bullets. 13 with the chambered round.
Varmint Rifle (5 shots) (Requires 1 second to fire) (Reloading takes 7 seconds to fire) (Can be aimed with extreme precision) (Effective range is 60 meters, Loses accuracy at 1 percent per meter beyond that) (Does 28 damage per shot) (80 percent chance to hit) (Blitz' chance is 70 percent)
Status: Healthy.
Dog
Teeth: Shiny white things in its mouth.
Status: Healthy
Revenge!
1 Gather a posse.
2 Bleed the town
Addiction status: You're shaking quite a bit...
EXP 'till next Level-up: 230/600 (armed opponent: 20XP) (melee opponent: 10XP) (Vicious Dog: 15 XP)
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