Ahra gets in now because I'm a cool guy.
Repair all of Bob's bones, WITH MY MIND.
[1] You attempt to heal your comrade's broken body, but your mental assistance not only doesn't heal his shattered skeleton, but grinds all his bones to dust, rendering them useless! It also seems to have left you physically and mentally exhausted.
M4A1 out of goddamn space
DO IT
[6] Using your remaining good arm, you put your hand into the 81st Dimension, pulling an M4A1 out of hammerspace! You fistpump with your good hand. However, checking the magazine, you find it has no ammo. Welp.
Dig the others out of the rubble. If I come across that tank, smash it.
Searching through the rubble, you find Bob, shattered and broken but still alive. You hoist him over his shoulder and bring him back near your comrades...When that fucking tank appears!
[4] It pulls a piece of rubble out of the massive pile and flings it towards Fredrick, knocking the wind out of him and pinning him to the ground!
Nail together some barricades and put wheels on them
[5+1] With your incredible engineering skills, you manage to whip up a quick getaway vehicle while your partners are getting mauled by a giant zombie! Wow.
The only problem is it's not as barricaded as you would have liked, it used up most of your materials, and it only has 3 wheels...NO MATTER! SALLY FORTH!
Shoot the mini-gun to get out of the wreakage
"SOMEONE GET ME A CIGAR!"
[5-3]You attempt to feebly lift your minigun to help fight the tank, but with every bone in your body ground down to dust you can't muster the strength to do it!
Who the fuck is this guy?Some douche, who looks like an everyday guy (aka Ahra) appears out of nowhere, looking lost. He's just kind of standing there. It's creepy.
Name: Fredrick
Inventory: Gigantic Wooden Pillar
Hunger: 71%
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.
Status: Pinned under a piece of rubble!
Name: Brian
Inventory: Flawless Katana, sunglasses
Hunger: 90%
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, 1x metal sheet, 3x plywood boards, Loose Warhammer, empty glue bottle
Vehicle: 3-wheeled wooden car that runs on hopes and dreams
Hunger: 80%
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: 94%
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 ground to dust. (-5 to all rolls)
Name: Counter Terrorist
Inventory: M4A1 (0 Bullets)
Hunger: 93%
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
Name:Aaron
Inventory: Nothing
Hunger: 100%
Skill: Karate CHOP!: +1 to rolls involving hand-to-hand combat.
Disability: Did I say something wrong?: -1 to all rolls involving diplomacy and negotiation.
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Topic: Roll to survive the Zombie Apocalypse (Turn 17, What the f-) (Read 18042 times)