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==Turn 1 of 25==
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24 turns remain
You all just got off the landing ship and are off to find Unobtanium through any means necessary.
Current Soundtrack:Avatar The Last Airbender Theme Song Actions:Find the nearest blue thing and subjcet it to "interrogation".
(...) The nearest blue thing Trol and Lan find is the riverbank. Lan tries asking it for information politely, but it just keeps flowing and ignoring him. Trol tries playing the bad cop and pulls out his plasma rifle and fires two “warning shots” right next to the riverbank to see if it wants to play rough. Unfortunately it seems as though the river does not want to play rough, and he doesn’t aim very well and hits right under his feet. The ground isn’t stable and shakes into the river
(...) but he manages not to fall in.
"WARBGLGLGLGLGLGLG, sorry about that. Sure thing."
Help Trollan with interogation.
(...) You jump into the river, hopping from lilypad to lilypad. You and the river sure do get along. The water feels like it is full of sediments.
search for unobtanium WITH MY MIND!!
(...) You squish your brow really hard, trying to locate exactly where unobtanium is. You think, and you think, and you think. Pressure starts to build up from you trying so hard. Your nose starts to haemorrhage, first red, then sorta brownish cerebrospinal fluid. You keep thinking hard.
(...) You figure this isn’t working and stop thinking so hard before your brain squeezes out of your nostrils. (You are lightly wounded)
Flip open my index and read up on unobtanium prospecting and mining.
(...) You find some information about the Yukon Trail and people prospecting up north. You keep looking. You find that there was a videogame made about it sometime in the 90s. You start looking up pictures for it.
They’d mine for gold sometimes using gold sleuths, which was an elaborate system of downward walls to throw dirt and water into if they suspected the riverbank was filled with gold. Hmm. You start to get bored and look up stuff about pirates plundering gold in one of your other books.
Try to sniff out unobtanium
(...) You sniff, and you sniff, and you sniff. Unlucky for you, you sniff in a bee. It stings you in the nostril, swelling up and sealing it off instantly. Your only saving grace is that it swelled so fast that it crushed the bee inside your nasal passages. Ewww.. You can kind of taste bee guts running down your nose and dripping.
I team up with Frelock and read up on this unobtanium stuff.
(...) You grab one of his books eager to help out, but maybe you’re a little too eager. You slit one of your wrists open with his bookmark. Oh no!
(...) You manage not to bleed all over his pages at least. Good teamwork. (You are wounded and require medical attention)
Status Player: BD The Mag
Abilities:
Baby don’t hurt me ,
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Currently: Leaping around on lilypads.
Wounds: None
Inventory: 3 x
crack-cocaine , 1 x flare gun
Player:
Trollan Abilities:
Portal! ,
Achilles sensor Currently: Angry at mother nature.
Wounds: None
Inventory: 2 x portals, 2 x plasma shotguns, 1x flare gun
Player: Ahra
I AM ELETRIC JESUS ,
Electromagnetic Currently: Bleeding with a headache.
Wounds:
Light bleedingInventory: Cloak,
Mask, 1x Flare gun
Player:
Frelock Abilities:
Wordsmith ,
Extremely flammable. Currently: Flipping through pages like tabs on Firefox.
Wounds: None
Inventory:
1 x bookmark , 1 x flare gun.
Player: Wolfchild
Abilities:
Courage Wolf ,
Lone wolf Currently: Tasting bee guts from up his nose. ewwww.
Wounds:
Sensory damageInventory: 1 x
modified Flare gunPlayer: ExKirby
Abilities:
Killing spree! ,
Damn spies! Currently: Bleeding very considerately away from Frelock.
Wounds:
Moderate bleedingInventory
Sniper Rifle,
fine outback hat,
aviators
Notes: Since there is a turn cap I’ve decided that if you choose to heal yourself you can still perform a minor action in the same turn. The more mild your injury the more stuff you can do. If it is a severe injury dealing with say an amputation that will be your entire turn aside from maybe ducking for cover.