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[Schilcote]

I was watching TNG a day ago and had an idea. This is that idea. This is a micro-rtd, essentially a very short RTD. I'm aiming to wrap it up in around 20-40 turns. There will be three players, each one using one of the following roll-bonus sets:

#1:
+2 Physical Labor
+1 Damage Resistance
-2 Mental Tasks

#2:
+2 Mental Tasks
-1 Damage Resistance
-2 Physical Labor

#3
+2 Mechanical Engineering
-1 Physical Labor
Cannot Walk (Has wheelchair)

The objective of the game will be to escape the facility you are locked inside. Character #1 is burly but dumb, #2 is clever but weak, and #3 is skilled but disabled.

So start signing up.

EDIT:

Oh, also. If one party member dies, the remaining party members are killed by the facility. If this happens, new players are needed for the game.

[hachnslay]

the room ... memories of jam and horses  ... i'm in.
I'll be the race driver wheelchair guy.

[Schilcote]

the room ... memories of jam and horses

Eh?
Oh, and also, this has nothing to do with the film that Nostalgia Critic reviewed. Never saw that one.

[Hugehead]

Number two.

[Frelock]

I guess that leaves me with the burly hulk.  Ironically the opposite of what I normally am in your RTD's.

[Schilcote]

Yay, three players.

Everyone wakes up in a room. You do not remember anything about yourself or how you came to be here. Everyone is wearing an orange jumpsuit, labeled with their number (1 for Frelock, 2 for Hugehead, and 3 for hachnslay). The room is approximately three meters in height, and two meters on each side. The walls are made of thick metal painted beige. The room is lit by a solitary florescent lightbulb in the center of the ceiling.

Set in one wall is a large metal sliding door (you know, the kind that goes [|] and then is like [||] [| |] [  ]). Beside the door is a control panel that appears to be some kind of keypad. The buttons on the keypad are labeled in a completely unfamiliar barcode-like language.

Frelock notices that he is holding a crude-looking serrated metal knife with a wooden handle.

What do you do?

[Frelock]

Yank open the doors with my bare hands.

[Schilcote]

Frelock attempts to open the doors with his hands: 4.

You strain at the door for a while, but it doesn't seem to be giving more than an inch or so.

(Also, I should note that micro-RTD is a lot more strict in its interpretation of reality than normal RTD; rolls determine the extent of the pre-determined outcome.)

[Frelock]

Peer through said inch.

[Schilcote]

Peer through said inch.

Frelock attempts to peer through the door: 5

On the other side of the door there is a mostly featureless hallway with a door similar to this one. There's also a window.

[Hugehead]

Try to decipher the barcodes on the keypad.

[Schilcote]

Hugehead tries to decipher the keypad: 2.

The barcode-like language is totally unfamiliar to you, though you suppose the particular characters on the keypad correspond to one through nine and zero. You poke the keypad buttons randomly, and an emitter under the keypad shoots a beam at you. You fall over in pain and it stops after a few seconds. You don't seem to be physically harmed, but that certainly hurts.

[Hugehead]

Say "Hey wheelchair guy, rewire this keypad!"

[Schilcote]

Say "Hey wheelchair guy, rewire this keypad!"

You wheel Wheelchair Guy over to the keypad. He touches it. He gets zapped by the Agony Beam.

[hachnslay]

since apparently we can tell each other what we can do: ask frelock to crack open the keypad with his knife. so i can access the wires.