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==Turn 3 of 25==
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22 turns remain
So much death, so little obtaniumed.
Current Soundtrack: Jonny Greenwood - There Will Be Blood
Actions:Travel to the blue people and befriend them.
(...) OVERFRIEND. Everyone wants a piece of you! They all want you to be theirs for life. They fight over you and end up ripping one of your books in half, then in sub-sections, and then in further subsections.
(...) You’re unable to escape in the commotion but you still have one and a half books left.
While they're distracted, I go behind them, find some Unobtanium and shoot any blue person who tries to attack me or Frelock.
(...) No one is tricked by your games, and you end up tripping and falling in your attempt to be tactical getting around them.
(...) No mud what-so-ever splashes on your scope or sniper rifle. In-fact, right before you make contact all the muck parts like the red sea. Unfortunately there was a rock that was being isolated by all that mud. You crack a tooth open and are lightly bleeding. There is no Unobtanium in the mud directly under your face that you can see at this moment.
As a true sniper you did this all while still aiming of course. You see Frelock getting ripped apart and attempt to go on a killing spree!
(...) Is that a rocket in your rifle or are you just happy to see me? A massive explosion hits one of the trees-house-networks and topples THE ENTIRE THING DOWN. You hear screaming as it lands
(...) far away from anyone. (Kill count: 15)
(...) BOOM HEADSHOT! You get a blue-dong’ed warrior right between the eyes. (Kill count: 16)
(...) BOOM HEADSHOT! Another backwards imagaY falls prey to a little thing we call a direct and forceful application lead poisoning at 4000fps. (Kill count: 17)
(...) You wouldn’t expect people to start charging you single file, shortest to tallest, and all lined up, but they sure did! Triple headshot. (Kill count: 20)
Reload (...) Hmmm... What’s this, a group of warriors trying to charge you? TOO BAD THEY DON’T LIKE BEING SPRAYED WITH LETHAL ACID ROUNDS. They all scream and bubble and melt and die and and and its just so bloody (Kill count: 27)
(...) Pfft, try to run away will you? BOOM HEADSHOT! (Kill count: 28)
(...) Your dead-eye catches a glint of something up in the distance... A war-pterodactyl training camp that got alerted about all this commotion and burning. You fire a round and must have hit something explosive behind the head-trainer who you head-shotted, because a gigantic
BOOOOOMMM!!!!!!! can be heard off in the distance. (Kill count: 39)
(...) BOOM HEADSHOT! You don’t even really care at this point anymore; you go for a record kill shot and hit a pterodactyl 2km off into the distance right in the head. They all fear you as the bringer of death. (Kill count: 40)
Reload
Having run out of enemies to shoot you continue your multikill and attempt to shoot Frelock.
(...) Eh, mild hit in the half-book. Some paper goes flying in a big puff, but he’ll walk it off. (medical attention is required)
You stop the shooting having not killed somebody in your last shot and hear crickets. Yep. All dead here, minus your texty friend. You just single-handedly destroyed an entire community.
Freak the fuck out.
(...) OH MAN DO YOU EVER FREAK THE FUCK OUT.
You freak out like nobody’s business. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your scream attracts a flock of pterodactyls who
(...) take pity on you and swoop down, letting you mount one of them. (You are now in temporary control of a pterodactyl, he probably doesn’t have a master anymore so yours for the taking!)
Coo!
got that thing out of my ribcage and take some leather from the seats to use as bandage.
(...) Nope, it stays in your ribcage. Just won’t budge! Fiddling around with it causes some more bleeding.
(...) You manage to rip an entire strip off of the brand new leather interior and patch it all around your chest tending the wound. It looks custom moulded and gives you the appearance of having
great pectoral muscles. Join the attack, if ahra is there latch onto him
(...) The attack as it turns out is going to be way larger than you expected. There are pterodactyl aerial re-enforcements coming. You are headed directly towards Ahra. You go to attack.
(...) AND YOU LATCH RIGHT ONTO HIS NECK. HE TRIES TO BAT YOU AWAY...
(...) but instead ends up bear hugging you, driving your teeth in deeper. (Ahra is critically injured and will die in one turn if he does not do something and roll well for it next turn, then spend the entire turn after that healing himself.)
Trol magically makes a new arm, Lan gets unobtanium from the corpses
(...) Oh hey look! An 1850s Victorian prosthetic arm!
http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/broughttolife/objects/display.aspx?id=5936&image=1Too bad it’s the wrong side. You attach it anyway.
The one
corpse doesn’t have any unobtanium. You look at the other 3 survivors for answers and attempt to interrogate them again now that they are all scared to death and trying to flee.
Your interrogation technique is
(...) blowing some more holes in them!
(...) SO MUCH BLOOD!
You overcharge your plasma rifle, and they all burst, causing shrapnel damage to all those around you. Apparently these Yagami were chalk full of calcium.
Bdthemag:
(...) You sorta dodge everything but some crunchier splatter hits you causing some minor damage (light bleeding)
Pterodactyl:
(...) A shard of bone goes straight through its head killing it. Oh well, easy come easy go!
Trol:
(...) You kind of dodge, but your armour gets dinged up a bit.
Lan:
(...) OH GOD BONE FRAGMENTS HIT YOU RIGHT IN THE SENSOR! THE RIGHT REPLACEMENET PARTS DON’T EXIST ON THIS PLANET AND THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE HAS A LARGE FEMUR FRAGMENT STICKING OUT OF IT. YOU CAN`T SEE! YOU CAN`T HEAR!
HOW ARE YOU GOING TO LIVE?! The other ptereodactyls hadn't landed, and they decide that it would be a great time to GTFO and flee.
Status Player: BD The Mag
Abilities:
Baby don’t hurt me ,
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Currently: Freaking out on a dead pterodactyl.
Wounds: :
Light bleedingInventory: 3 x
crack-cocaine , 1 x flare gun,
acoustic guitarPlayer:
Trollan Abilities:
Portal! ,
Achilles sensor Currently: WHY DOES EVERYTHINGWE TOUCH EXPLODE?
Wounds: Trol:
light scratches Lan:
Permanent sensory damage. Inventory: 2 x portals, Lan: 1 x plasma shotguns, 1x flare gun Trol:
Victorian prosthetic armPlayer: Ahra
I AM ELETRIC JESUS ,
Electromagnetic Currently: Hugging a wolf who thinks you’re delicious.
Wounds:
Light bleeding Moderate bleeding Broken Rib CRITICAL BLEEDINGInventory: ONE UNIT OF UNOBTANIUM, Cloak,
Mask, 1x Flare gun,
Hummer, 14 spent ammo casings, $1.70 in spare change,
prosthetic chest enhancement, 1 x
wolf attached to your neck.
Player:
Frelock Abilities:
Wordsmith ,
Extremely flammable. Currently: Surrounded by dead bodies and shreds of paper.
Wounds:
Half a book ripped out ,
bullet wound in half-book, One book destroyedInventory:
1 x bookmark , 1 x flare gun.
Player: Wolfchild
Abilities:
Courage Wolf ,
Lone wolf Currently: Chomping on tender neck, getting hugged.
Wounds:
Permanent sensory damage,
Light bleedingInventory: 1 x
modified Flare gunPlayer: ExKirby
Abilities:
Killing spree! ,
Damn spies! Currently: Killing EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.
Wounds:
Moderate bleeding,
Light bleedingInventory
Sniper Rifle,
fine outback hat,
aviators, hipster’s bandana