Train Busters game thread

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Oct 22, 2015 8:43 pm
As Bonny considers what to do with Edison, Frank has realized that he cannot climb effectively with his wounded shoulder. So he does the natural thing and converts his Rotating, Exploding Blasty Cannon to expel an exhaust plasma that will propel him. Having completed this, he flies up to hover at the top of the Mechanical Man on a jet of flame.
Oct 22, 2015 8:47 pm
"Thomas, what in blazes are you doing? You've interrupted my search with all your silliness! That's years of investigation down the drain, I don't know if I'll ever be able to find an opportunity like this again," he shouts above all the noise, starting grumpily at his friend.
Oct 23, 2015 1:18 am
Clarence is right pleased with himself for taking down three of the purple monstrosities, but now he's out on the prairie surrounded by cavalry, bad weather, purple things and a busted train that has, for all appearances, lost its engine to some mammoth automaton. "It's a shame I don't have more time to prepare," he says to himself, "perhaps I could have built myself one of those -- but it does give me some interesting ideas!"

Those ideas, however, aren't helping him get to his destination, and dagnabbit, he's not going to get there if the engine stalks off in some kind of a tizzy. "Time to get that engine back on the train and get us moving again. I'll never get to Alberquerque if I can't even get to San Francisco!" He tinkers with his vest, trying to focus its magnetic push into a narrower beam and then, of course, reverse the polarity. That should allow him to point it at the top of the engine and use it as a kind of grappling hook. "Hee hee!" he says to himself as he tinkers.

Rolls

Tinker with the vest -- a mundane roll, I believe. 7 gum - (1d10)

(5) = 5

Oct 23, 2015 8:19 am
I stare the frazzled man down, hands hovering over where my pistols are at the ready. It seems clear that this is the operator of the machine, and this is the place from which it is controlled. The mixture of levers, knobs and whizzers and buzzers starts to give my eye a twitch as I struggle to briefly contemplate a course of action. Then, the woosh of fire and energy as the man I met in the coal car flies into the air over the giant contraption and shouts down at the man in the chair. The man in control.

I continue to stand there. Staring.

Rolls

Threatening Presence - (1d10)

(9) = 9

Oct 24, 2015 10:45 am
The remaining purple-robed figures are silhouetted with crimson energies, and the beams of light streaming from their hoods into the sky dim from the brilliant white to a piercing yellow, then continue to change color as if cooling metal from a forge down through orange and finally to a deep crimson color. The spinning vortex overhead begins to howl with shrieking winds, streams of lightning peeling back the layers of cloud to reveal a sky that resembles a hideous, bloody wound.
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Clarence completes his adjustments to the vest and, as fast as a bullet, he finds himself slammed up against the "chest" of the Mechanical Man.

Edison is unable to focus on Frank at the moment, muttering distractedly about how he's going to take back his lab or something. Bonnie, trying to stare down Thomas Edison, do a kick-ass roll for your Presence Attack. He's already gobsmacked, but let's see how he reacts to your Stare.
Oct 24, 2015 2:01 pm
Clarence, spread-eagle against the chest of the Mechanical Man considers his predicament. "If I turn off the vest, that seems to be a bad thing. Perhaps I can shimmy up this thing, like moving a magnet along a piece of metal." He attempt to shimmy upwards, as any giant automaton would be run from the head, of course. Who would think to do anything different?

Rolls

Mundane roll to shimmy upwards! - (1d10)

(3) = 3

Oct 26, 2015 6:56 am
Edison glances back at the striking woman, and suddenly he can't take his eyes off of Bonny. Could this be the same woman he so admired just moments ago? Surely not! Now she seems to have grown in size and threatening aspect, looming over him, her hands bloody, her eyes flickering with flame, and the hideous sky backlighting her flapping form...Edison shrieks and jumps out of the cockpit in terror. He plummets past Clarence, who is inching his way up the torso of the Mechanical Man with loud scraping, screeching noises. He has to backtrack and find another route a couple of times, to avoid areas where the Mechanical Man's torso is the wood of the engine's deck, and then to avoid the plasma exhaust of Frank's rocket pack. Saul picks himself up and dusts himself off, stepping away from Chhun's writhing form.

No one knows what's happening back in the passenger car with Ezekiel and Persimmon.


Bonny: 3 gum
Saul: 4 gum
Frank: 6 gum
Ezekiel: 6 gum
Persimmon: 6 gum
Chhun: 6 gum
Clarence: 7 gum
Luke: 8 gum
Oct 26, 2015 10:27 am
What a happy outcome. I was preparing to shoot the man, but wasn't keen on doing so with his rocket-propelled friend looming over head. I stride forward with confidence and plunk myself down in the seat. The arrangement of knobs, wheels, switches, buttons, doo-dads and whizzers looks like it would be very confusing were someone to try and sort out how it all works. Fortunately, I'm in no mood for trying, I'm in a mood for doing. I grab the nearest lever, pull it towards me and start operating the train-man. Freed from the tracks, the best course is to kick some of those electric-flinging purple-robed strangers, and maybe get a few of them marshals in the followup.

Rolls

ROBOOOOOOT (kick ass) - (1d10)

(9) = 9

Oct 27, 2015 5:01 pm
The flaming sky has been descending further, until there is no question that there are actual flames in the sky, spiraling down toward a focus point in the midst of the remaining giant purple-robed figures. As the tongue of flame is touching down to earth, the Mechanical Man leaps forward, somersaulting in the air, and lands feet first on one of the figures, crushing it to a soft purple goo. The complex web of energies blasting into the sky wavers, alters.

Clarence experiences a series of fascinating but nausea-inducing movements, as he - stuck as he is to the front of the Mechanical Man behind him (think of an infant in a facing-forward baby carrier on a parent's chest) - is jounced up and down while it runs, feels a moment of stomach-churning weightlessness as the Mechanical Man jumps, then sees the sky and the ground (flame and darkness) spinning past him as it rolls forward in a somersault, and then a tremendous jolt as the robot collides with the ground once more. Nevertheless, he's reached the upper limit of the chest, hanging just at the brim of the cup containing the control console.

Frank, towering on his column of rocket exhaust, watches as Thomas Edison leaps/plummets to his death and Bonny seizes control of the Mechanical Man. Its first step crushes the poor scientist, and Frank thinks Now no one but me knows about the impostor... as the robot thunders away.

Meanwhile, back in the passenger car, Ezekiel has not been idle. He's tried to pull away from the green, dead man, but to no avail. Accordingly, he has fired his gun into the man, which succeeded in getting the thing to let go. But now it has risen up again after being shot, which just ain't right. The freshly re-shot man opens his mouth wide and hisses at Ezekiel. The man's face cracks horribly and the skin peels back from a long reptilian snout...

Persimmon's long, graceful white arm seems to have become boneless at first, but then she realizes that she has many more bones in her arm than before...her arm is flexible, and she uses it to coil around one of the seats in the car. Having done so, she rears up and attempts to kick out one of the windows to escape the gunfire and the snake thing that is confronting the gunman. The glass shatters and she lets herself out the window, using her long, scaly arm as a rope. It uncoils once she's on the ground near Saul and slithers back to her side, looking for something else to grab.

The cavalry has found something it understands in the sight of the escaping Cheyenne; they were sent to retrieve them, and there they are! A pitched gun battle ensues as the few remaining native families try to stave off capture and a return to the stinking reservation.

Billy the Kid's no longer recognizable when he emerges from the back of of the train as a colossal snake, having swallowed a few of the purple-robed cultists in the caboose and grown huge in the process. He slithers toward the cavalry, and the horses whinny and rear up in terror, adding further chaos to the gun battle.

Chhun attempts to change shape once more. The spines in his back shrink and darken, thickening into a coat of sleek, oily fur.

Luke, unable to gamble any further, sweeps up the pot of cash from the faro table and attempts to shoot the other players while they are distracted by all the events happening behind him. bang! bang! bang! three shots from a small revolver, and three more dead passengers fall to the deck. Luke stows the gun back in its hiding place, stuffs the money into his valise, grabs his medical bag, and steps lightly down through the hole in the side of the train to the ground.

Saul, in the midst of an array of purple-robed figures belching fell read beams into the sky, with a dragon shape-changing next to him, US cavalry in a pitched gun battle with grim Cheyenne who are starting to regain mounts all around, a window smashing out of the train on the other side of him, and a giant Mechanical Man thudding to earth, splattering him with gory mud, watches as the incursion of swirling flame touches down to earth just a few yards away.


Bonny: 3 gum
Saul: 4 gum
Frank: 6 gum
Ezekiel: 6 gum
Persimmon: 6 gum
Chhun: 6 gum
Clarence: 7 gum
Luke: 8 gum

Rolls

Persimmon's kickass escape (vs 6 gum) - (1d10)

(10) = 10

Chhun's next transformation (kickass vs 6 gum) - (1d10)

(6) = 6

Luke (kickass execution vs 8 gum) - (1d10)

(10) = 10

Oct 27, 2015 5:15 pm
Clarence looks down at the spot that used to be Thomas Edison and thinks to himself, "I really should have reached out to save that poor soul, but I barely noticed him passing by and this automaton is quite out of control." He nods resolutely, "Self," he says out loud to himself, "You really need to get this thing headed to San Francisco." He works at pulling himself up over into the control room -- turning off his vest once he's got a solid hold and hoisting himself up into the cockpit. Once he's rolled into the cockpit he'll roll onto his back and reconfigure the vest for "repulsion" just in case there's something untoward. At the first sign of a raised weapon, he'll turn his vest on.

Rolls

Mundane roll to roll into the cockpit and reconfigure his vest - (1d10)

(6) = 6

Oct 28, 2015 8:13 am
Clarence's appearance, rolling over the edge into the cockpit next to her, is so unexpected (particularly after that somersault!) that Bonny is stunned for a moment, until he lands next to her and struggles to his feet in the enclosed space, working dials and switches on his metal get-up.
Oct 28, 2015 8:25 am
Seeing the odd man cram himself into the cockpit, obviously intending to take over, I rise to my feet and firmly plant a boot in his chest. As I do so, clawed blades release from the sole of my boot - a mechanism made for me by a clever inventor I'd kidnapped that releases the blades on direct surface impact along the whole base of my boot. "This is my train." I growl, as I try and eject him from the cockpit, or at least disable his whacky blinking vest.

Rolls

Kick (ass) - (1d10)

(9) = 9

Oct 28, 2015 12:27 pm
It's all a little too much for Saul. He doesn't know what to do anymore. Until Persimmon appears beside him and old habits kick in. "Are you quite alright, my dear madam? It appears we have stumbled into a war of some sort. Please allow me to escort you to safety! I am mortified I did not catch your name on our first encounter! Forgive me, but if you'll permit, there is another passenger...a young girl...that I should like to assist as well."
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Rolls

Chatting up Persimmon (mundane) vs. 4 gum - (1d10)

(10) = 10

Oct 28, 2015 3:41 pm
Clarence is under assault! This is not acceptable. Given the woman's practically bristling with metallic means of harm -- hopefully there's some metal in yonder boots! -- he flips on his vest in repulsor mode, and performs a bit of reversal ju-jitsu in order to swap positions so that he's on the /inside/ and she's facing the outside. "Just a minute, you! This train needs to go to San Francisco even if it's some mammoth automaton!"

I will sacrifice a bubble gum for success of some sort.
Oct 30, 2015 6:06 am
Saul turns to the charming Miss Persimmon Flagella, his mind unable to comprehend her sinuous snake arm and so he doesn't see it, and begins to chat her up. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize that all his polite witticisms and gallant bon mots are delivered in another language, not English. Perhaps early Etruscan?
Jabes.plays.RPG says:

"Lach voof keba rack, sibby smoo-smoo? Vistay wow gebra poff powpow et. Besook dee chorse hatta do foo loo! Dee dee nub nim in matt grouf! Shookoo, nub remetto, Kallaga...smoo-boo teesh...dee niff na poo voo loo."
Persimmon is horrified at this entire situation; the scruffy, sooty ruffian attempting to speak to her is not recognizable as the dapper middle-aged mountebank with whom she spoke just a short while ago, but his speaking gibberish to her is the final straw. Responding to her alarm, the coils of her arm whip out and around Saul's neck, lifting him slightly and choking off the rest of the foreign woo he was attempting to pitch. Snake oil bottles shake out of his pockets and clatter to the soil.

There is a rumbling in the earth once more, as something of earth rises up to meet the column of flame spearing downward from heaven. Something hazy - smoke, dust? - rolls along the ground from all directions, toward the point where fire and earth meet.

Saul: 3 gum
Oct 30, 2015 6:20 am
Bonny plants her foot on Clarence's metal-clad chest, says "This is my train" in a steely voice, and the crampons in her shoes snap out with a satisfying chung as they scrunch into the metal formal wear. Before she can do anything else, Clarence activates his magnetic field, which repels all metal away from it. Bonny's gun flies out of her hand. But the nearby metal also includes Bonny's boot and much of the train engine around him. Bonny's boot flies backwards, causing Bonny to knee herself in the face, and she falls backwards, hitting the edge of the cockpit and rolling over it. But the boot, as it is forced away, takes with it the front of the vest, held as it is in the clawed spikes of the boot. At the same time, the magnetic force pushes violently on the metal of the train engine around Clarence. It, however, is far more massive than he, so the vest is repelled up and out of the cockpit. For the first ten feet or so, Clarence is in the vest as it flies upward...but then the vest, missing its buttons (and most of its front), loses its structural integrity and flies apart. Clarence falls heavily to the ground, on the other side of the empty Mechanical Man from Bonny.

Nearby, dirt flies as Chhun begins to burrow under the prairie.

Bonny: 3 gum
Clarence: 6 gum
Oct 30, 2015 7:39 pm
Seeing that the cockpit is free, Frank will climb in and take over the controls, steering it back on track.

Rolls

Getting back on track - (1d10)

(9) = 9

Oct 30, 2015 7:46 pm
Clarence gets up, dusts himself off and frowns sadly at his vest. He can only imagine that the scandalous thug who was at the controls of that beast will be quite upset at him, and who knows what other crazy weapons she has concealed on her person. He immediately hoofs it back to the dining car and his chest to see if he can outfit himself with something useful for defense in case she bears a grudge.

Rolls

Hoofing it back to rummage through the chest (mundane) 6 = - (1d10)

(6) = 6

Oct 31, 2015 12:47 am
Frank lands in the cockpit with a whoosh and seizes control of the Mechanical Man. It whirls and stomps back to the track at the front of the train.

Clarence runs back into the train, pushing past Luke and retrieves his portmanteau.

The stuff rolling across the ground is massing together at the junction of earth and fire, lit from within with flashes of infernal energy. The few remaining purple-clad figures are shrieking, though with triumph, terror, or dismay, none can tell.
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