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[wolfchild]

since when were wolves NOT pack animals,  (in reference to my bad trait) aaaaaany way,
change my goal to stopping the others getting unobtanium rather than getting it myself, ally with natives

[DinosaurusRex_x]

Since you're the only wolf here.

The lone wolf.

Get it?

[Frelock]

I sacrifice one of my pages as a bandage for ExKirby.  Then head off towards the blue people.

[Bdthemag]

Try to find some blue people, if found tell them its not easy being green.

[DinosaurusRex_x]

Good speed at posting guys, keep it up.  Waiting for Trollan.

I started rolling and writing for everyone else.  I like where this is going.    _{(always good when a GM says that...kekek)}

[Trollan]

Follow kermit. Interrogate

[Krath]

I like where this is going.    _{(always good when a GM says that...kekek)}

No, no it's not. It's NEVER good!

[DinosaurusRex_x]

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==Turn 2 of 25==
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23 turns remain

ONE UNIT OF UNOBTANIUM FOUND.
AHRA TAKES THE LEAD.
Wolfchild has decided to go rogue, some blueys get "interogated".

Current Soundtrack:
Avatar The Last Airbender Theme Song

Actions:
 

perform improtu medical aid on myself, while aiming my rifle.

(...)    As you aim out into the distance with your sniper rifle leaning it against your chin and using your injured hand, you try to fumble around with a ripped piece of your shirt to form a bandage to stop the bleeding.  You can’t see what you are doing at all and instead tie the rag loosely around your neck like a hipster ’s bandana.

get pissed of and attract any ores in the nearby ground

(...)  You fail to get pissed off.  As hard as you try you just can’t shake these good vibrations you’re feeling man.  You feel so good your wound starts to heal itself.
Ahra now tries to use his disadvantage to his advantage.  Hmmm, nothing’s ever gone wrong with that... (...)   OMG YOU ATTRACT WAY TOO MUCH!  As you start flying towards the biggest metal object (the hummer)  spend ammo casings, a few shiny coins, and even ONE UNIT OF UNOBTANIUM strike you, hitting you so hard that it actually penetrates into your ribcage. (...) Causing moderate bleeding and a broken rib. 
As you strike the hummer   (...)   you sustain zero damage as you land comfortably in the leather driver’s seat, hands on the driver’s wheel, and ready to go.  You're completely stuck to it via electromagnetism, but you still have full operation of the vehicle.

change my goal to stopping the others getting unobtanium rather than getting it myself, ally with natives

(...)    You run off with wolf-like  galloping, watching signs of tracks.  In your wanderings roughly between the village to the north and the riverbank you find a small search pack of the Yagami.  Keeping your head down you approach them and lick one of their hands. (...)    They accept you!  They pet you.  They like you! 
They let you in on their plan to go down and scout the RTD Avatar settlement (next turn) then to go back to their base (the following turn).  Additionally they see your nose is all messed up and one of them attempts to heal you in good will. (...)  He makes it far worse, poking a jagged stick down it in an attempt to open it up.   Apparently medicine isn’t a skill for these people, or the person treating you is just retarded.   Not only will your sense of smell not work ever again in your life, you are also bleeding. (you are wounded)

I sacrifice one of my pages as a bandage for ExKirby.  Then head off towards the blue people.

(...)    Woah!  Talk about some martyrdom!  You rip off half the pages in one of your books to form a fullscale pressure bandage along with a Paper-Mache wrist-cast to go along with it.  You stop just short of ripping out more pages to give him a triangular bandage arm-sling.
(...)    The two and a half remaining books of you hover over to one of the APVs and you plot an auto-pilot to the last known location of the Yagami settlement to the north.  Your vehicle goes the direct root, crushing trees down and trampling wildlife as you go along.  You will arrive at the settlement at the beginning of your next turn.

Try to find some blue people, if found tell them its not easy being green.

(...)    You slip down the current and travel really far, following your instinct that some people might be down the river.  You are right!   You swim up to a group of women and children bathing.
Right as you pop up, you start to spasm a little bit, then tell them that it isn’t easy being green(...)   through song with the guitar you find on the riverbank.  With watering eyes they eat up every word you say and believe you.  They are like putty in your hands, and you feel they would just about tell you anything after knowing what you’ve been through.
 

Follow kermit. Interrogate

(...)    You’re only lagging slightly behind Kermit galloping as fast as you can, and fortunately for the both of you there isn’t any fork in the river so you don’t get lost.  Right as he finishes his song and charms the Yagami, you start your interrogation. (...)   
Your interrogation technique is shooting them.  In the face.
(...)    BOOM HEADSHOT!  Blue gore splatters everywhere as one of the women (the most attractive one too!) turns what looks like blueberry jam left in the microwave for too long.  Gore spreads everywhere as Lan’s arm recoils up pointing towards the sky
(...)  His second shot misses, he didn’t even bring his hand down to shoot again.   Doing this wildwest styles eh!
(...)    While Trol was aiming at one of the children, his plasma rifle malfunctions and explodes in his hand, taking his entire arm out with it.
(...)    Trol tells his arm to shoot, but there isn’t a trigger to pull, nor a finger to pull it with.   WTF.
The remaining woman breaks out of her Kermit-induced trance and (...)    charges into battle with kamikaze fury.  She pulls out a bo-staff and attacks the still armed    robot.  (...)  Her attack fails miserably as   (...)    Lan blasts her weapon out of her hands without harming her.

Status

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Player: BD The Mag
Abilities: Baby don’t hurt me , AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Currently: Covered in blue goo.
Wounds: None
Inventory:  3 x crack-cocaine , 1 x flare gun, acoustic guitar

Player: Trollan     
Abilities: Portal!   , Achilles sensor
Currently: Solving all their problems with guns and violence.
Wounds: Trol: Missing arm.
Inventory: 2 x portals, 1 x plasma shotguns, 1x flare gun

Player: Ahra
I AM ELETRIC JESUS , Electromagnetic
Currently: POWER OVERWHELMING.  Stuck to the hummer.
Wounds:  Light bleeding Moderate bleeding Broken Rib
Inventory: ONE UNIT OF UNOBTANIUM, Cloak, Mask, 1x Flare gun, Hummer, 14 spent ammo casings, $1.70 in spare change.

Player: Frelock    
Abilities: Wordsmith , Extremely flammable.
Currently: Telekinesin’ himself away with an APV.
Wounds: Half a book ripped out.
Inventory: 1 x bookmark  , 1 x flare gun.

Player: Wolfchild
Abilities: Courage Wolf , Lone wolf
Currently: Making new friends.
Wounds: Permanent sensory damage, Light bleeding

Inventory:  1 x modified Flare gun

Player: ExKirby
Abilities: Killing spree! , Damn spies!
Currently: In the passenger seat of an APV piloted by the books.  Still aiming.
Wounds: Moderate bleeding
Inventory  Sniper Rifle,  fine outback hat, aviators, hipster’s bandana

[Frelock]

Travel to the blue people and befriend them.

[Bdthemag]

Freak the fuck out.

[wolfchild]

Join the attack, if ahra is there latch onto him

[Trollan]

Trol magically makes a new arm, Lan gets unobtanium from the corpses

[ExKirby]

Travel to the blue people and befriend them.

While they're distracted, I go behind them, find some Unobtanium and shoot any blue person who tries to attack me or Frelock.

[Ahra]

got that thing out of my ribcage and take some leather from the seats to use as bandage.

[DinosaurusRex_x]

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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!)

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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=1
Too 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

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Player: BD The Mag
Abilities: Baby don’t hurt me , AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Currently: Freaking out on a dead pterodactyl.
Wounds: :  Light bleeding
Inventory:  3 x crack-cocaine , 1 x flare gun, acoustic guitar

Player: 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 arm

Player: Ahra
I AM ELETRIC JESUS , Electromagnetic
Currently: Hugging a wolf who thinks you’re delicious.
Wounds:  Light bleeding Moderate bleeding Broken Rib CRITICAL BLEEDING
Inventory: 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 destroyed
Inventory: 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 bleeding

Inventory:  1 x modified Flare gun

Player: ExKirby
Abilities: Killing spree! , Damn spies!
Currently: Killing EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.
Wounds: Moderate bleeding, Light bleeding
Inventory  Sniper Rifle,  fine outback hat, aviators, hipster’s bandana