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OOC: Harm from rifle shot, roll+harm (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 3, 2. Total: 5)
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OOC, Act Under Fire to get close enough to be effective, roll+cool (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 5. Total: 11)
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Once the ruse is up and they've figured out I ain't shootin' the .50-cal, there's little sense in making myself an easy target for a sniper hit. But, I gotta figure out how to protect Quiet from getting popped while she's busy driving and trying to …
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You draw your prey all the way into the trap. You don't expose yourself to extra risk.
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OOC, I'm the bait, roll+cool (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 3. Total: 10)
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I drive up next to Motley, Last, and his crue. Soundgarden's Chris Cornell is blaring through Chaz' scrouged audio system on swagman, "I got an idea of something we can do with a gun..." I'm grinning ear-to-ear, head banging to the slow heavy grunge…
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Motley wants no fight, but it may have been different had it been one of his crue instead of one of Last's. Last! Coming clean with her will be tough. She's one of the few that have been good to me, the prettiest of all in the junkyard, and this tru…
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"It's nothing." I mutter, barely audible above the distant humming of the bikes riding off in the direction of Ziggy's, but clearly I'm lying. I'm shaken. Conflicted. Breathing heavy. "There's things you'd be better off not knowing, Mot. Secrety-sec…
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When Motley rolls up, I have a double-fisted grip on the wheel and I'm staring straight ahead, and I'm breathing so heavy it's audible through the breather box. Mot's words snap me back, "Wha-wha? Oh yeah, sorry. Uh.. uh. The-uh wind loosened the …
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OOC: Act Under Fire, roll+cool (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 1. Total: 6)
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Snapping out of my momentary trance, I cut the wheel sharply to avoid running over the crue and almost flip swagman. I reposition my grip on the wheel and take another quick look at the bullet scarred corpse staring lifelessly back me. Just like Cha…
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OOC: Open my brain, roll+weird (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 2. Total: 5)
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I try to concentrate despite the chatter from Lala's ghost. At first, I ignore her attempts to goad me into acknowledging her, part of me knowing its just a figment of my imagination anyway. I banter and joke with Pops to get my mind off her coaxing…
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I give Motley the thumb's up, and heave Lala's tarp-wrapped lifeless body over my shoulder, and lug her and all my gear down to swagman, including the busted up .50-cal and its ammo. Once Lala's body is buckled into the passenger seat, I give swagm…
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I'm rolling Lala's body up in one of the tarps I scrounged from the roadblock, but I stop and hold up the .50-cal machine gun and holler at Motley, "If we're speedin' to fug Ziggy, maybe this bad boy here would help. We got ammo, but I busted it up …
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I grasp Motley's hand. I hardly know what to do with such a gesture. Not sure anyone really has offered a grateful handshake before. I've gotten the high-five, the fist-pump, the hand slap on the helmet mainly for helping grab some good scrounge, bu…
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I wasn't even aware of how messed up I actually am until Last said something. I look down at myself, blood still seeping from shrapnel buried in my hands, forearms, and legs. Seems all my hair was burned off and I got a few skin burns, mainly on my …
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I stand back up and shoulder the M2 and its ammo, and nudge Lala's body with my boot to make sure she doesn't move. Once satisfied, I take a look around and try to locate Last, Motley, and whatever else looks valuable from the what's left of Ziggy's…
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"Ahhhhhgggggg!" I yell as I scramble away from Lala, patting down my clothes and rolling in the sand to put out the fires. There's no way she can be alive! I pick up the M2 and I'm thinking I need to put another burst into her before she tells Last …
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OOC: Harm roll from being thrown from exploding van (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 5. Total: 11)
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OOC: Act Under Fire, roll+cool (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 2. Total: 5)
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There's just a few pins that keep the M2 attached to the turret. I use my wrench to knock the pins out, and throw the freed machine gun over my shoulder. Gathering the remaining boxes of 50-caliber belts, I dismount the burning van and look around t…
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I might shoot up a few of Mot's bikes shootin' down these fleeing fuggers, but there's gonna be a lot of spoil when it's said and done. If these cowboys get back to Ziggy, we'll lose our element of surprise. I take a moment draw a bead, and I light…
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OOC: Act Under Fire to take out Lala on the down low, roll+cool (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 4. Total: 11)
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I hear Pops calling for Lala's blood, but once the firefight lit up between Ziggy's gang and us, I had already decided she was gonna catch some friendly fire at some point. Maybe it's the blood, the adrenaline, the thrill and lust of it all that I g…
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Just another messed up dude in a mask, rhymin and stealin in the Scorch, I think to myself as the force of the shotgun blast knocks me back a step. Homemade shells, full of all kinds of bits of metal and glass and rock. That kind of shell won't pene…
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OOC: Harm, shotgun blast, roll+harm (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 5, 5. Total: 10)
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OOC: I'm using my big fugging monkey wrench (2-harm hand messy) to seize the turret by force. Exchange harm. On a 7–9, choose 2: • I inflict terrible harm (+1 harm). • I take definite and undeniable control of it.
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OOC: sieze turret by force, roll+hard (highlighted) (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 9)