Creamcorn: This time I shake like a mad man to rock the wagon in an attempt to topple it to the ground.
| You heave and ho, and shake back and forth, and hear cracking wood!
Boksi: I can push off the wall with my feet now. GRAH!
| You heave with all your might, and the wood splinters and cracks! You tear your ropes apart and smash a large hole in the side of the wagon.
inaluct: I keep babbling at the guard. I mean, how not-distracting can this possibly be?
| The guard spits in your eye. Arrrgh! You can't see! (-1 to next action)
webadict: I pry some of the boards off the wagon, fashioning a slingshot with some spare rubber... from my pockets.
| You don't have any rubber.
Cheeetar: I try and obscure the view of the back of the wagon with myself, saying that its all just a fun getting to know each other game.
| You manage to riggle free of your restraints.
| You walk over to the door and tell the driver that everything is fine. He freaks out that you're loose and shoots at you.
| You flail around as the bullet heads toward you and it hits you straight in the chest. You drop like a sack of bricks. (unconscious)
Pandarsenic: I grab a knife and throw it at the driver.
| You grab the knife out of Mulch's hands, blade first. It goes deep into your palm, and blood spurts out the wound.
| The guard wriggles free from Mulch's grasp!
| He lunges at Frelock, but Frelock turns and puts a bullet in his head. The guard falls to the ground.
Flintus10: I ask one of the free prisoners to untie me
| Someone pulls you off the wall.
Mulch: I show the driver that im holding the guard hostage, and instruct him to put his weapon down.
| You're not holding the guard hostage, so you kick him and take him hostage again.
Frelock: Well, considering that we're in the 1800's, it's mildly unlikely that the rifle has more than one shot (unless it's a Winchester). So I'll try fighting the guard with it. If I can "bump" into the driver, pushing him off the wagon while I'm at it, all the better.
| You point the rifle at the driver to check, and it clicks. You swing, miss, and lose your balance.
| The driver is furiously reloading, letting you off the hook, however.
Yanlin: I attempt to hijack the wagon.
| You rush out and punt the driver off the wagon.
| The wagon teeters and looks like it's about to topple over, but at the last moment it lands back on its feet and promptly collapses on top of everyone. The horses stop and start looking around.
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Topic: [RTD] - The Holiday RTD - Turn 5 (Read 21760 times)