Keep driving, find somewhere with few zombies and then search for food
[4] Continuing your drive along the road, you eventually park at a spot right on the edge of town. There's no zombies you can see here, but also not many buildings.
[3] Hopping out of the car, you begin hunting for food. You spot a vending machine near a gas station and press a button. Nothing happens. A mechanical voice tells you "PLEASE INSERT ONE DOLLAR."
Grab more grenades
[1] You attempt to find some more grenades here on the outskirts. While looking under a blue sedan, your unmarked grenade rolls under it, JUST out of reach.
kick,punch,headbutt anything that get to the car
[3-1] You threaten the zombies by punching the air some more, while the other Aaron drives off to the outskirts of town. You don't think the zombies were intimidated by you.
Keep a sharp eye out for places likely to have lots of non-perishable food with few zombies around.
[3] Hopping out of the car with everyone else, you begin examining the few buildings here. You come across a shack with a light on inside. Peeking inside, through a window you spot a figure in a rocking chair going back and forth in front of the fireplace, but also a fridge and cabinet over in a kitchen. When you try the door to the house, it's locked.
Eat chips, than fire at 3 closest zombies.
You rip open the bag of potato chips and down the entire bag. [4+1] While the car drives away, you fire off the Gauss Cannon in bursts of 3, taking zombies down as you go. You feel like a badass.
Throw insults at the zombies.
[6] You spit a bunch of accusations at the zombies, mainly involving their mother and some seedy men. They don't take kindly to this. While Aaron drives away, you can see the zombies doing the best run they can manage to try and catch up. They're too dumb to actually follow you to the edge of town...right?
Name: Fredrick
Inventory: Gigantic Wooden Pillar
Hunger: 59%
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:
Name: Brian
Inventory: Katana of Healing, sunglasses
Hunger: 83%
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.
Status: Zombie Whisperer (+1 to negotiations with zombies)
Name: Aaron
Inventory: Unbalanced Hatchet (-1 to attack rolls), Toolbox w/ tools, Loose Warhammer
Vehicle: 3-wheeled wooden car that runs on hopes and dreams (Driver, has Mounted Gauss Cannon)
Hunger: 71%
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: Cigar (2 turns) Duke's Desert Eagle (8 'Hail to the King' DE rounds), Minigun (0 bullets)
Hunger: 97%
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: On the Gauss Cannon (80 Minigun bullets)
Name: Counter Terrorist
Inventory: M4A1 (21 Bullets)
Hunger: 84%
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.
Name:Aaron
Inventory: Nothing
Hunger: 91%
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.
Status: Sprained hands (-1 to combat rolls, 2 turns remaining)
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Topic: Roll to survive the Zombie Apocalypse (Turn 17, What the f-) (Read 18005 times)