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Voting closed: August 13, 2011, 10:28:49 pm

[FuzzyZergling]

Well, that was entertaining while it lasted.
To the afterlife, Fuzzy awayyy~

You're not done yet. You aren't even injured, just dead.

Video Game Mechanics YAY!
So should I post an action, or wait it out?

[Schilcote]

Well, that was entertaining while it lasted.
To the afterlife, Fuzzy awayyy~

You're not done yet. You aren't even injured, just dead.

Video Game Mechanics YAY!
So should I post an action, or wait it out?

Nah, just work on developing a good stiff rigor mortis.

[Frelock]

...I think you might be turning into a zombie without my help, Fuzzy.

[Schilcote]

Hmm... I didn't think this out all the way. Tyberix is going to cause some problems.

EDIT:

Ah, I see how this can work.

[Schilcote]

Taricus: ATTACK!
Frelock: Find the technology!
Tyberix(GM'd): Examine canister closely.

Taricus:

You whack the canister with the noodle.

Noodle Roll: 5

Tyberix yells something at you, sort of sounding like "YOU FUCKING IDIOT", but by then it's too late.
The canister explodes weakly, injuring no one. You wonder exactly what Tyberix was so upset about, but now he's running away.

Then you start feeling very, very dizzy...

Tyberix:

You examine the canister closely and realize that the label in fact says "Sarin" and underneath that "Unexploded munition report number: GB-2: Call 1-800-TOAST".

You notice Taricus approaching. You try to warn him not to touch the shell, but he attacks it anyway. You switch your internal rebreather on and run away, before passing out from lack of oxygen and percutaneous exposure.

*PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT, TURN WILL BE COMPLETED SHORTLY*

Statuses:

Ze Spy: Terran Marine
CMC-300 Powered Armor, C-14 Gauss Rifle w/ Lighter

Frelock: Medic
Medigun, Needlegun, Bonesaw, Lighter, TOAST Industries Medical Flechette Launcher, 4 Morphine flechettes, 3 Saxitoxin flechettes, 4 ? flechettes, 4 ? flechettes, RADIO!? (Currently silent).
Ubercharge: 0%
Dead.

Trollan: Protoss High Templar
High Templar Light Armor, Lighter
Dead.

Taricus: Anon
Neck-beard, Lighter, Umbrella Employee Notes, *Spaghetti Noodle of Chaos*.
Broken arm.
Dead.

FuzzyZergling: Dollamancer
Cloth Armor, Lighter
Dead.

TolyK: Black Mesa Scientist (Quantum)
Black Mesa H.E.V. Mk. IV Protective System, Lighter, C4+detonator, Melonium .357
Dead.

Tyberix: MJ-12 MIB
Guided Explosive Projectile launcher, Stealth Pistol, EMP Grenade, Lighter
Unconcious.

Bdthemag: Reality Hacker
Laptop Computer, Lighter, Odd device with barrel and button
Fireball-hand macro, body rending macro.
Moderately injured.
Dead.

NPCs:

Action Lamp: Lamp
50-watt incandecent bulb, two 6 volt lantern batteries.

[Taricus]

Haha, I troll the lot of you

[Schilcote]

None of you seem to appreciate all the research I put into these games.

EDIT:

I'll post the rest of the turn once the next page starts. So that's... 4 posts to go.

[Bdthemag]

Indeed.

[ragnarok97071]

Yay, I'll be in the game soon!

[Tyberix]

Heh. Find some air-tight hiding place

[Schilcote]

SEE NEXT PAGE

EDIT:

OR DON'T

[Schilcote]

Tyberix:

You wake up in the dark.

You hear a voice.

"Steve! I hear something!"
"Shut up Shamino."
"The guy in the suit is waking up, I think."
"I know."

A door in the ceiling opens, and a woman with tanned skin and slightly Latino features leans in.

"Name."
You tell her your name.
"Job."
You tell her that's classified.
"Like I don't know already. Come on up here."

You notice that you are in what appears to be a ship's hold. You climb out and fall onto the ground. A man in armor is carrying the enterance to the hold on his back. He seems to be taking the weight well.
You also notice that the woman is wearing armor with a large ankth drawn on the chestpiece.

"I'm Steve, the Avatar. This is Shamino," she says as she points to the man carrying the ship's hold, who waves, "this is Dupre," as she points to a man with a mustache, "and this is Iolo, who is useless," as she points to a slightly overweight man with a bow. "We're on the way to Lord British's castle to get your party raised. Here's your lamp."
She hands you Action Lamp, who is happy to see a familiar face.

*DIALOGUE AVAILABLE.*

Suggested reading:
http://lparchive.org/Ultima-4-5-and-6/ (Skip to update 20 if you've already played Ultima)
http://lparchive.org/Ultima-VII-The-Black-Gate/
http://lparchive.org/Ultima-VII-Part-2-Serpent-Isle/

Statuses:

Frelock: Medic
Medigun, Needlegun, Bonesaw, Lighter, TOAST Industries Medical Flechette Launcher, 4 Morphine flechettes, 3 Saxitoxin flechettes, 4 ? flechettes, 4 ? flechettes, RADIO!? (Currently silent).
Ubercharge: 0%
Dead.

Trollan: Protoss High Templar
High Templar Light Armor, Lighter
Dead.

Taricus: Anon
Neck-beard, Lighter, Umbrella Employee Notes, *Spaghetti Noodle of Chaos*.
Broken arm.
Dead.

FuzzyZergling: Dollamancer
Cloth Armor, Lighter
Dead.

TolyK: Black Mesa Scientist (Quantum)
Black Mesa H.E.V. Mk. IV Protective System, Lighter, C4+detonator, Melonium .357
Dead.

Tyberix: MJ-12 MIB
Guided Explosive Projectile launcher, Stealth Pistol, EMP Grenade, Lighter

Bdthemag: Reality Hacker
Laptop Computer, Lighter, Odd device with barrel and button
Fireball-hand macro, body rending macro.
Moderately injured.
Dead.

NPCs:

Action Lamp: Lamp
50-watt incandescent bulb, two 6 volt lantern batteries.

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Edit:
oh god damnnit

[Schilcote]

You can post actions now. Or at least, Tyberix can. Well, actually, there's only one action to take. But Tyberix can ass questions.

EDIT:

BITCHES KEEP STEALIN MAH IDEAS
http://cod.mudmagic.com/

Well, not really. But still interesting.

EDIT:

Also, if there was a Netland Online, would you play it? How about a Netland JRPG?

[Frelock]

Dude, did you just unceremoniously kill off all but one of your players?  On a 5?  With no dodge rolls?

If you wanted us to stop playing you could have just come out and said so.

[Schilcote]

Dude, did you just unceremoniously kill off all but one of your players?  On a 5?  With no dodge rolls?

If you wanted us to stop playing you could have just come out and said so.

Nonpermanently. You're off to Lord British's castle, where you will be raised with a single wave of his hand, in exactly one turn.

Anyway, it's Sarin. You even look at that stuff and you're dead.