What the hell at these rolls.
Just.
What the hell. Random.org is weird like that.
Fire 3 DE rounds into the Horde.
[4] Drawing your trusted Desert Eagle, you pump a few rounds into the horde. The special ammo pierces the zombies heads and lights them on fire, burning them into nothing but ashes. That's 3 zombies less to worry about, and they sure aren't getting back up.
Grab some food from the old man's fridge, then go play wack 'a zombie!
[5] You grab an especially large and delicious looking subway sandwich and stuff it into hammerspace for later. Mmm!
[4+1+1] Grabbing your new toy, you head outside and hop up on the barricade with your allies, smacking zombies left and right. 3 zombies go flying into a nearby building, leaving a large hole in the wall. 2 others get smacked back down the street where they came from, and don't get back up. You pray that the warhammer head doesn't fall off again. Which it probably will.
Load Pebbles etc. into the cannon and unload on the horde
[5] You pull a tube out of nowhere, attaching one end to the gauss cannon and the other you set on the ground. You flick a switch, causing the end on the ground to suction up a bunch of pebbles, then you open fire. The hail of stones pierces multiple zombie brains and bodies, forcing some zombies to the ground under the barrage of fire.
SHOOT THEM ZAWMBIES
[5] You unsling your trusty rifle and fire 3 round bursts into the horde, dropping 4 more zombies. One crawls up on the barricade, so you smack it with the butt of your gun then drill another burst into it's skull while its on the ground.
spiked gloves, hammerspace.
[2+1] While all your allies roll 5's, you attempt to get your gloves at last. Thanks to your +1, you don't fail completely. You get some brass knuckles instead!
Do nothing.
You lean against a wall cleaning your sniper rifle. Derp herp derp.
US Army: go '"help" in the battle.
Mother Nature: throe every imangible naturale disaster at the battlefield.
[2] The U.S. Army is still too busy putting their clothes on.
[1] Instead, Mother Nature accidentally causes a huge hurricane which rends into the eastern Australia coastline. Oops.
KILL ZOMBIES
[1] The NPC's try to assist the battle against the zombies. However, it seems the old man forgot to load his shotgun, the female survivor forgot to turn the safety off on her SMG, and the male survivor got pulled down off the barricades and eaten. That's life for you.
[2] The horde is still too busy tearing down the barricade to attack anyone yet. Somehow, our team of heroes has held them off.
Name: Fredrick
Inventory: Gigantic Wooden Pillar, Unbalanced Hatchet (-1 to attack rolls), Warhammer of +1 Zombie Slaying (+1 to rolls vs zombies), Big Subway Sandwich (Restores 25% Hunger)
Hunger: 63%
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, Sniper Rifle (10 shots)
Hunger: 78%
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: Toolbox w/ tools, Gauss Cannon loaded w/ Pebbles (∞ ammo)
Vehicle: 3-wheeled wooden car that runs on hopes and dreams (On gun)
Hunger: 67%
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 (5 'Hail to the King' DE rounds), Minigun (0 bullets), Spas-12 (12 shots)
Hunger: 85%
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.
Name: Counter Terrorist
Inventory: M4A1 (6 Bullets), Unmarked Grenade, Slightly chewed Fragmentation Grenade, Fries (Restores 5% Hunger)
Hunger: 76%
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: Brass Knuckles (+1 to hand-to-hand combat) Rotten Hamburger (Restores 5% hunger, makes you sick), Rotten Cheese (Restores 5% hunger, makes you sick)
Hunger: 78%
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: Filled with burning passion (+1 to all rolls, 2 more turns)
Old Man: 100% Health, 92% Hunger, Inventory: Shotgun (8 shots)
Female Survivor: 100% Health, 92% Hunger, Inventory: Uzi (30 shots)
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