Run out of the house, spinning the Mini-gun as I go.
[1+1]You attempt to frantically look around for an exit out of the house, but you can't seem to find anywhere! Most of them are being blocked off by the huge
Tank steroid zombie.
And your cigar goes out.
Jump out of the house, preferably through the window.
[5] Unlike our Duke Nukem-inspired friend, you break out into a run towards the nearest window. In slow motion, you dive through the window, roll out onto the pavement, as you put on sunglasses that came out of nowhere. Huh.
REGAIN MY FUCKING RIGHT LOWER ARM
[6] Straining hard, your veins in your forehead are prominent as you try to regrow your missing limb with sheer willpower. By some divine act, you sprout a new forearm. The problem is...you can't feel it or move it. So it's effectively useless.
apply contact glue to the hammer, Hide behind frelock/get the F out
[autofail] You don't have any glue, silly! [6] You pull an empty glue bottle out of Hammerspace though. [2] You also find your exit blocked off by the massive zombie. Hrm...
Go outside by bursting through the wall like the cool-aid man. Proceed to smack zombie with pillar.
[5+1] Breaking straight through a solid wall, you emerge outside with Brian. Finding the nearest zombie, you pull back your pillar like a baseball bat and smack the zombie clear into the sky!
Somewhere on a farm in IowaA zombie lands on a farmer's roof. The outbreak in Iowa spreads from there.
Back to the PresentHUGE ASS TANK ZOMBIE THING - [5] Unaware the house is about to fall on top of it, it grabs Bob Anderson with one hand. It then draws back it's other hand,
PUNCHING HIS PANSY ASS.
Bob thinks most of his everything is broken.
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire CRASHING DOWNHOLEE SHITE, the roof just caved in!
[1] Bob Anderson, released from the grip of the zombie yet with many broken bones, he's buried alive under a pile of rubble, breaking the rest of his bones. Ouch.
[6] Counter Terrorist pulls a smoke grenade out of nowhere, smacks it onto the ground, and re-appears outside. Huh. Where did that come from anyway?
[4] Aaron manages to find a way to get outside before he gets crushed alive.
[2] The huge ass zombie gets buried under some rubble as well, stopping him...For now.
Name: Fredrick
Inventory: Gigantic Wooden Pillar
Hunger: 72%
Skill: Strongman: +1 to rolls involving melee weapons.
Disability: Om Nom Nom: You require and consume 1 extra ration of food whenever you eat. Fatty.
Name: Brian
Inventory: Flawless Katana, sunglasses
Hunger: 95%
Skill: The Negotiator: +1 to all rolls involving diplomacy with the bandit hordes fighting for survival.
Disability: Oh god how do I fire this thing: -1 to all rolls involving firearms.
Name: Aaron
Inventory: Unbalanced Hatchet (-1 to attack rolls), Toolbox w/ tools, 5x metal sheets, 10x plywood boards, Loose Warhammer, empty glue bottle
Hunger: 89%
Skill: An Original McGuyver: +1 to rolls involving engineering, like setting up barricades.
Disability: Lone Wolf: -1 to all rolls involving helping allies.
Name:Bob Anderson
Inventory: Duke's Desert Eagle (8 'Hail to the King' DE rounds), Minigun (100 bullets)
Hunger: 95%
Skill: I'm Duke Nukem: +1 to all rolls while smoking a cigar. Start with 1 cigar.
Disability:Attention Span? What's that?: -1 to all rolls involving insight and examination.
Status: Every single bone in his body is broken. (-3 to all rolls)
Name: Counter Terrorist
Inventory: Nothing
Hunger: 94%
Skill: I went to Military School: +1 to rolls involving firearms.
Disability: Did I say something wrong?: -1 to all rolls involving diplomacy and negotiation.
Status: Has a useless right forearm
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Topic: Roll to survive the Zombie Apocalypse (Turn 17, What the f-) (Read 18050 times)