Summer Gardens Mobile Village

Dec 4, 2021 3:34 am
The last thing you remember was sitting on the outside couch kicking back with a six pack of light beer. Zeke had done fixed you up with some free cable and Dale Jr. was in his final lap coming into turn 4, just getting ready to make his move. That’s when you heard the rumble and saw the brown wall of water demolishing Georgina’s double wide as it rushed your way!

Now, you come to, finding yourself gasping for air and grabbing your cooler that happened to be floating by, wondering if your beer was ok and where the heck did all this water come from? That’s when something bumps against your legs under the murky water. You see a shark’s fin pop up about twenty feet away and you know it’s go time.

You struggle to swim and save your beer at the same time. Luckily your neighbor’s Christmas lights were still up from a few years ago and a strand is floating near you. If you can just reach it and pull yourself up on the top of his mobile home you’ll be good to go, bro.

After pulling yourself up on the roof, which is now only inches away from the top of the water, you pop the top of your last beer and guzzle it down while taking in all the carnage. The trailer park is flooded and full of sharks! What in Sam Hill?!

You hear the screams of your neighbors as they get devoured by sharks and see a few that escaped death by climbing trees, shimmying up telephone poles or like you, swimming to the top of a trailer home.

Now you gotta figure out how to get out of this mess. You need to find out what happened, especially where did all these sharks come from? But first things first … you’re out of beer. Aww hell, time to kick some shark tail!
That was one person's start. Our story starts in the middle of the action. A wall of water has swamped your home, Summer Gardens Mobile Village.

Youre in trouble. You're in the water, and none of your supports (beer) are near you. Let's start with each of you describing your 'parker and how the flood flooded your little world.
Dec 4, 2021 6:31 am
El Diablo Fuego was sitting on the sofa when the water came. The wall of water, the thundering brown froth that slammed into mobile homes, turned over wheel-less cars and carried away prized yard fridges. It was a deadly torrent, filled with dirt bike parts, glass, empty beer cans, empty bottles of Jaeger, porch guns, butterfly knives, nunchucks, tighty whities and all sorts of other loose items commonly found in trailer parks. The would-be wrestler never saw it coming.

Dave had dropped out of high school to focus on his dream after he hit his growth spurt as a junior. Adopting the personae of El Diablo Fuego, the enormous young man had unsuccessfully pursued a career as a Luchador, a fighter and wrestler specializing in the esteemed and very real and serious sport of lucha libre. The man lived and breathed the stuff, never taking off his mask, never breaking character... never bothering to get a job or try and get a girlfriend. He was too busy for these things, too close to seizing the moment, the prize.

And so it was he was sitting in front of a big screen TV with a crack running down the middle of it when the water hit. One hand down his red tights, he was eating a cheez-whiz sandwich and watching his favorite GLOW video when his world turned upside down.

"What is happening?!" he cried as his father's trailer rocked and then turned over, throwing the wrestler against the wall like it was a turnbuckle. Then he was upside down, and his sandwich was lost. "For El Diablo Fuego, this is baffling!"

Nasty-ass water poured in, and soon enough he was taking a breath and swimming for the door. When his masked head broke the surface outside he saw just what had befallen the park -- and all the fins!

"Oh my God!" he growled in his fake accent, "Not just one shark, but a whole pod!"

Now, treading water, the man looks around for other survivors, for Mexican maidens to save, and for dry land.
Dec 4, 2021 3:52 pm
"JOOOOOOOOOOOO-WEEEEE!" An old timer calls out in exclamation, as the murky waters surge in from the broken levy.

Crawdad, as those in these here parts know the cantankerous old cuss, retired cajun shrimper, has only finished a fresh boil and wus settling into his lawn chair with a cold one, a heap of hot boiled mudbugs, and the latest copy of BIG UNs when the wave hits. "Wat we do got here?" He wonders as the vision of bonefide prodigious tatas is swept out of his aging gnarled hand and vanishes in the torrent. His lawn chair rides in the sudden surge like a trailer trash surfboard until colliding with the side of his mobile abode and sending the old man into the dirty waters.

Not since The Kat has he seen such a swell and it takes him back to the moments in the hurricane that had swamped his boat for good and nearly cost him his life. He grabs onto the door of his trailer and takes a big gulp of his brew for courage, before the can is torn from his hand. "Consarnit! Dis here is gittin' under my craw!"

The door is ripped open by the old man's weight and the force of the muddy waters. He barely manages to swing into the open maw of aluminum and rust before the tie-downs give and the whole kit and kaboodle goes sailing in the current. Wiping his long grey hair, what he's got left from the receding hairline and brushing down the full growth on his jaw and chin, Crawdad holds on fer dear life.
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Dec 4, 2021 5:13 pm
Vern's 60 inch TV somehow managed to fit in his rusty old trailer. He had picked it up on the side of the road on the very rare occasion he found himself in the rich folks' neighborhood, and that was only because he was lost. No doubt the previous owner had traded up. The glorious freebie was strategically placed so that he could gaze out his dirty window without even moving his head. That proved to be a good move on his part as the milliseconds he saved by immediately seeing the rising filthy tide just outside, likely saved him from being swept away or instantly drowned.

"Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit," he shouts, hardly believing his eyes. Faster than a knife fight in a phone booth, he grabs a few scraps of doodads from a pile of junk on the excuse for a coffee table, including his half-full dented beer can. Lunging through the perpetually open window, knocking over the TV set on the way out, he curses and manages to shimmy up onto the roof of the tin coffin because he's wiry and almost athletic. His mouth agape, and his eyes wider with surprise, he sees the others looking fearfully at the water and hears the scream of others.

"Sharks? Holy hell! I ain't drunk. I only had four beers!" Vern looks around frantically for an overhanging tree branch because his trailer won't be remaining where it is for much longer. He can already feel it getting light as it gets buffeted by the onrushing water and maybe a shark or two looking for another meal. "I ain't jumpin' in there neither, he whines to no one in particular.
Dec 4, 2021 6:31 pm
Cletus had started the morning off with his normal Saturday routine. With his mom already gone to her waitress job, the kid poured himself a big bowl of frosted flakes that spilled over onto the corner when the milk was added which he didn't bother to clean up before plopping down to watch his favorite cartoon. That was before his big sister's stupid boyfriend showed up and kicked him out of the trailer so they could do all that gross stuff.

Fine. He would race his remote control 4x4 but he forgot the darn thing was out of batteries. Finding his bike laying against a pink flamingo in the middle of the yard, Cletus rode into town to the Piggly Wiggly for a can of grape pop. With a purple upper lip, the kid made it home only to find Itchy, his best friend, still wasn't home from his MeMaw's. Today sucked! He was B-O-A-R-D, board!

And then the most awesome thing happened! A wave of water came flooding down the dirt road uprooting and washing everything before it. The red reflectors that marked the turn into the park quivered before one swish of a shark's tail laid it on its side. It was then that it occurred to the kid he should run, Thelma!
Dec 4, 2021 11:19 pm
OOC:
Excellent. Nezzeraj can join in the splash park when he gets to it. Meanwhile, I'll lay out the situation for each of you, placing you all nearby one another, and some immediate options for you. Each of you should make a skill test for how you respond (if you don't know what's quite right, state your action or intent and I'll roll for you). Remember in Savage Worlds, you'll roll a 1dx for your skill, and another 1d6, and you get the better of the two results. If you're untrained in what you want to do, your trait is 1d4 and you take a -2 penalty, so roll 1d4-2,1d6-2.

Dave, treading water, looks around and sees Crawdad hangin onto his unit, then get pushed off into the water before him as the unit rolls. The old timer splutters and gasps as a triangular fin turns and heads for him. Does Dave go to his assistance, despite Crawdad being neither Mexican nor a senorita?

Crawdad feels his grip slip and he's into the drink. The water is deeper than his feet can reach and he goes down, seeing a grey shark hide zip past him, pummeling him with its tail before it circles around. Fight, flight or freeze, Crawdad?

Vern looks around from his perch and and sees Dave and Crawdad in the water, a shark headed for them. On the opposite side of his trailer, he sees that kid Cletus hanging onto a pink flamingo that isn't any kind of good flotation device. The kid bobs up in the down like he's bait on a fishing line. Do you call attention to the others to come get onto your roof, or dive in to help and if so, who do you swim too?

Cletus perhaps shocked that Thelma didn't get to saving just yet, gets pushed by the water wall into the trailer, then under the water and manages to grab the pink flamingo which floats a little bit. Not great. He's going to need to get out of the water. He can see Vern on his roof of his unit, and the trailer park's resident mechanic looks a lot safer than a plastic bird. You can swim for safety, try to get into your home to try and save sis, or head for Vern, or try and fight sharks with the metal legs of the flamingo.
Dec 5, 2021 12:13 am
"Cum'n git you sum, ye overgrown guppy!" Crawdad calls out defiantly and readies his fists to give the shark for what up side its nose and gills. His fists thrust out, but don't do diddly.

OOC:
Spending a Bennie to re-roll the Fighting trait roll.
Last edited December 5, 2021 2:35 am

Rolls

Fighting - (1d4, RA)

(3) = 3

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Fighting (Bennie) - (1d4, RA)

(3) = 3

GM ROLL: Get to reroll the Wild Die too - (1d6, RA)

(63) = 9

Dec 5, 2021 4:45 am
"Yes, yes, it's perfectly safe," Jarvis speaks into the latest model iPhone. "I've got it in my briefcase with me right now. I'm taking some backroads to the airfield just to be extra cautious. Don't worry, Mr. Abernathy, I'll be back in town this afternoon and I'll make my way directly to your office. Goodbye, sir." He hangs up and slips the phone into his tailored Givenchy suit pants pocket. The empty stretch Hummer limousine stretches out before him and he slides down the black leather seats in a sprawling posture.

Sadly for him, that's exactly when something strikes the limo forcefully and slides Stanley into the interior door panel. His briefcase, which is handcuffed to his wrist like in the movies, bangs into the back of his head. "What in the holy hell!" He feels the heavy limo skin sideways as if it were on some waterslide. It eventually crashes to a stop and the window above him shatters. Water begins pouring in. He gets to his knees and looks out the remains of the tinted window. The whole place has flooded! The limo had smashed up against the side of a trailer and it's satellite dish had smashed open the window. The interior of the big car begins filling up. Finally Stanley remembers Barclay and frantically rolls down the privacy window between the driver and him.

"Barclay, get us out of here!" Stanley snaps. Barclay just gives a weary nod, knowing that's not likely to happen. He tires for several minutes to get the car started but it appears the engine is flooded. Or who knows, Stanley isn't a mechanic. Finally Stanley snaps again. "Well do something!" Barclay tries to open his door but the water pressure is too strong. Instead he rolls down the window and more water pours in. Barclay wiggles out and disappears into the murky water. Stanley wants to yell at him for being an idiot but he doesn't have time for almost as soon Barclay steps outside into the flooded water he lets out a scream. He rapidly disappears under the water which turns from muddy brown to red. "Barclay? Answer me!" It was then Stanley saw his first shark fin glide past the front of the Hummer limo's windshield. He stares again at the wide open door and knows he won't be very safe here. He rolls open the sunroof and climbs out to stand on the roof to survey where he is and what the hell has happened.
Dec 5, 2021 6:47 am
There was no money for fancy swimming lessons at the YMCA. Nope. Cletus had learned with the same way everyone in his family had learned. Uncle Mac had tossed him into the crick with the age old encouragement, "Sink or swim, buddy!"

Now coming up sputtering for air didn't feel too different from that first experience except back then the whole family had been guffawing on the bank. No one was laughing now!

Holding on to his flamingo, Cletus kicked his short chubby legs over toward Vern and the promise of dry ground. Thelma was going to be in such trouble with Ma if a shark bit him!
Dec 5, 2021 7:22 am
"Crawdad, look out, shark!" the man formerly known as Dave shouts and he starts swimming furiously towards the old codger with the penchant for stealing his best skin mags. It's also towards the shark, but what matter of that is to El Diablo Fuego, Luchador hero and protector of Summer Gardens Mobile Village?!

"Oh no you don't!" the masked man yells, closing in on the grey-skinned beast as Devereux puts up his gnarled dukes. "Not in my park!"
OOC:
Trying to grab this shark by the tail and wrestle his ass into submission. Perhaps letting Crawdad punch it a few times for good measure.

Rolls

Athletics (or maybe Fighting? Also d8) - (1d8, RA)

(5) = 5

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Dec 5, 2021 1:58 pm
Stanley quickly realized that the limo is sinking and he's soon waist deep in the water. The sharks haven't noticed him, but the water had pushed the link into the trailer park. He can see two men fighting a shark nearby.
OOC:
i edited Crawdad's attack to also reroll the Wild Die for sending the benny. The result was 9 which beats the sharks Party of 6. Luchador's 5 does not beat that Parry, so he doesn't contribute.
Crawdad gets a punch in to the shark, you can roll damage. That's a straight strength die (no Wild Die in damage rolls).
Cletus swims to the side of Vern's trailer. The water line is barely a foot from the roof, so he can scramble up. Make an athletics check (d6 for him) to get up. If Vern helps, it's an automatic success.
Dec 5, 2021 2:06 pm
"Dave!! You got a screw loose?!" Vern hollers. "You can't fight them sharks. They'll have you for supper! Git on over here up out of that water.

One of the items Vern grabbed from the table was a length of wire and his wrench. He never left home without them. You just never knew when they'd come in handy. He jury-rigged a few wire handholds on the roof of the trailer. Attached it to the roof on a peg that was there, and then another on the side of the trailer just below the roof.

"Cletus! That's it, kid. Come on up here and climb up afore ya get dead! Grab ahold of this wire. I'll help pull you up."

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the limo. "What in the hell.....?"
[ +- ] McGyver Edge

Rolls

Athletics - (1d4, 1d6, RA)

1d4 : (2) = 2

1d6 : (2) = 2

Dec 5, 2021 2:11 pm
No roll required from Vern or Cletus, Cletus can pull himself up using the handholds.
Dec 5, 2021 3:48 pm
Thinking quickly, Stanley clambers up onto the roof of the trailer his limo had slammed into. "What in Christ's holy hands is going on here?!"
Dec 5, 2021 4:46 pm
"Who are YOU and I don't remember inviting you onto my trailer?" Vern is wary of people that ride in limo's and gives him the stinkeye even though they are in peril at this very moment.
Dec 5, 2021 7:55 pm
"Passe!" Crawdad wails at the shark. "Mais, dis ah de’pouille!" He shouts and quickly surveys his options before the shark makes another swipe at him or the luchador.
OOC:
Damage is -1, if Elder plays in to that?

Translation: "Go Away!", "Well, this is a mess!"
Last edited December 5, 2021 7:58 pm

Rolls

Bam! - (1d4, RA)

(2) = 2

Dec 5, 2021 8:46 pm
Crawdad's punch to the nose sends the shark off looking for easier prey. For now.

Luchador and Crawdad can make a break for it or tread water, as they see fit.
Dec 5, 2021 9:03 pm
"Choo!" Crawdad shouts in relief as the shark moves away for the moment. "C'mon El D. Let's git outta dis here drink." He makes for Vern's trailer as fast as his old legs and arms can swim.
Dec 5, 2021 11:40 pm
"Nice job, Crawdad!" Dave shouts as the shark momentarily swims off in his unknowable shark manner. "You owned that fish! You made it sad!"

The colorfully dressed park resident then nods and starts powering along as well, swimming next to Devereux for the nearest dry land. He's a strong swimmer and makes good time, stopping only once to shout back at Vern.

"Don't call me Dave, man, we've talked about this! I'm El Diablo Fuego!"
Dec 6, 2021 10:29 am
"Oh I have your invitation right here." Stanley Jervis reaches into the breast pocket of his expensive jacket and pulls out a middle finger. "Now I'm guessing your...home...or what's left of it is worth less than my suit, ruined as both of them are. Here, how about this," he reaches his pocket and brings out another middle finger. "So sorry, wrong pocket." He reaches in a third time and pulls out a soggy hundred dollar bill. "We seem to be in a natural disaster of some kind and so how about I give you this bill, and you help me out until this is all over. You may call me Stanley, and I'll call you Joe. How does that sound, Joe?"
Dec 6, 2021 1:29 pm
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The five of you have gathered on the roof of Vern's trailer. It's out of the water but only barely.

Sharks ply the waters. You hear screams as people are munched. What's your plan?
Dec 6, 2021 7:28 pm
Vern looks around the trailer to assess how much time they may or may not have until the tin heap gets either washed away or flooded, before he summons the outrage he feels he should have towards this uppity suit.

"I s'pose you think you are funny with your pocket finger jokes? Well, you ain't." Vern is just about to push him into the drink when the hundred-dollar bill makes an appearance.

"I'll take that," he says swiping at the bill, quicker than one might expect with a beer can still in his right hand as he balances on the bobbing trailer roof.

"I ain't calling you shit. Or maybe I am." He cackles at his own joke followed by a phlegmy cough and a loogie hacked over the side.
Dec 6, 2021 11:07 pm
Crawdad scowls as the stranger disrespects Vern. He balls up his wet fists at his sides; ready in case there's a row on top of the mechanic's trailer.

"Ah gots meh Sha, old Bessie, in dah trailer dare." He points towards his floating home and mentions his beloved 12 gauge. "Ol' Charlie tuna u'd git wat fer if'n she put some lead up'n his arse!" The old timer quickly looks around. "We be need'n a boot."
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Dec 7, 2021 12:21 am
Stanley looks at the balding old man with a confused expression. He looks back towards Vern. "For that hundred I also expect you to work as my translator. What did he say?"
Dec 7, 2021 3:19 am
"You what? Your what? Hell no. Besides, I ain't go no notion of what he ever says anyway. Ain't that right, Crawdad?"

Vern takes a last swig of beer, crumples the beer can with his hand, and chucks it in the roiling water. What looks like a thoughtful expression then crosses his face. "I did catch the boat part. Makes sense, don't it? We be needin' a boat, sure as shootin'. Yup."
Dec 7, 2021 6:08 am
Stanley surveys the flooded trailer park. Detritus of beer cans, hollow lawn ornaments, cigarette butts, and dozens of varieties of wrappers fill the area. Stanley wrinkles his nose. "The sharks might be the least dangerous thing in the water," he mutters. The talk of a boat gets his attention. "I doubt any of you have a boat, am I right? What about a canoe or kayak? Hell, maybe even get some of your blow-up dolls and tie them together to make a raft."
Dec 7, 2021 7:44 am
A dripping wet Fuego ignores most of the witty banter on top of the trailer. He's eyeing the sharks, counting them, looking for others who might need saving.

"A raft or a boat would be nice," he says in his deep, manly voice. "Or if we could somehow turn all this water to ice."
OOC:
Dave is looking for people who need saving, in order of hotness, appreciation for Luchadores, and survival skills.

Rolls

Notice (d4) - (1d4, RA)

(3) = 3

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(4) = 4

Dec 7, 2021 8:53 am
Prompted by the use of his name, Crawdad looks at Vern. "Wat dat, Vern? A boot...fer true."
Dec 7, 2021 4:17 pm
Vern loves pressing Dave's buttons and deliberately doesn't use the nickname he so adores.

"DAVE! You ain't got the sense God gave a goose! How in the hell are we gonna turn all this into ice? It's moving ain't it?"

He gesticulates wildly at the surrounding water while carefully scooching over to the suit who he plans to shove off the roof. "Yeah Crawdad, don't nobody even got a paddleboat around here?"
Dec 7, 2021 11:06 pm
There are a few more survivors, swimming. A couple locals and another outsider.

You watch a young woman climb onto another roof but as she gets clear of the water, a great white jumps from the water, skids across the aluminum roof, snatches her in its jaws, and then slides into the water on the far side. Blood plumes the spot.
Dec 8, 2021 12:39 am
"Terrible way to go. But on the bright side, maybe all the sharks will be full soon and will leave. Or get second-hand meth poisoning or something. Any of you locals know what's nearby here? Maybe a boat dealership or Outdoor World?" Stanley scans the area to see where did all this water come from and if there are any buildings nearby that would be useful.
Dec 8, 2021 5:37 am
"Hey, there's Brandi, she's gonna make it!" Dave shouts from their place of relative safety. Then a shark eats her, and the man's face falls behind his mask. "Oh no! No! I liked her quite a bit!"

Dejected, his shoulders slumping, the giant just sits down when the suit asks about what's in the area. Vern is already under his skin, now one of the hotter chicks in the park is gone, just like that.

"We have to save everyone in the park," he says, more to himself than anyone. "It's going to be crazy here once it gets dark. So I agree, we need a boat. Or just anything that will float."
Dec 8, 2021 9:40 am
The old man's face lights up as the masked wrestler notices and points out the young woman climbing onto the nearby roof and just as quickly shakes her head and stares at the top of Vern's trailer when she is eaten. "Damn shame! Nah gud waas ov ah boxxy belle..."
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Dec 8, 2021 3:50 pm
Vern is up against the suit now, face in his face which can't be pleasant. Who knows when he last brushed the few teeth he has left. Come to think of it, he's not even sure if he replaced his toothbrush when it fell into the toilet.

Poking the man in the chest with a dirty-nailed finger. "You gotta git off my rig right now, ya hear? I don't like your attituuude. What do they call it? Condesooning or what not?"

Vern has been so zoned in on the suit that he never sees the shark consume the hot babe across the way.
Dec 9, 2021 2:55 am
Sounds like the crew wants to scavenge up some gear, maybe a boat if you're lucky.

Scavenging in these waters will mostly mean diving into the water and looking around. It's handled by rolling a Notice check, and based on your results, I'll draw you some cards which in turn determines what you find.
Dec 9, 2021 3:50 am
"Condescending," Stanley responds with a grimace at the man's breath. "And you're right. I will find another tin can to rest on and look for a way out myself. But first, I will need a distraction." Stanley attempts to push Vern into the water.
OOC:
Huh, my character sheet isn't populating so I can't roll from it. Would it be a straight fighting roll? Is there any surprise mechanic?

Rolls

Fighting - (1d4+4, RA)

(42) + 4 = 10

Wild die - (1d6, RA)

(4) = 4

Dec 9, 2021 4:28 am
Cletus looks up at the the men towering over him glad Vernon had been there to offer him a hand up but now he was feeling a little worried about Thelma. Using his scabby elbow, the kid pokes El Diablo Fuego in the ribs, Ya know, Thelma?

Who at the park didn't know Thelma? A bleached blonde who put on a production of tanning every day on the lounger next to the broken down Trans Am. Barely legal but still a senior, Cletus' sister would rub her skin down with coconut oil while in her American flag bikini that had many a man feeling patriotic as they saluted the flag.

Thelma... she's over there in the trailer. Maybe you could help save her. I bet she would be feeling real grateful like. I'll even see what I can find if we can we can help my sister.

Cletus face scrunched as he worked his hand into the tight right hand pocket of his jeans to fish out a smooth stone. Now he loaded it into his Rogers 2000 sling shot biting his lip as he took aim at the Dish satellite barely hanging on to the trailer to the right. Now if things went the way he wanted, the rock would finish off that tenuous hold the dangling plastic had making a splash into the water. Hopefully, any sharks would be more attracted to the larger splatter as he entered the water.
Dec 9, 2021 5:38 am
OOC:
Straight fighting, yes. There is a surprise mechanic, it's called The Drop.

The Drop adds +4 to a character’s attack and damage rolls against that target for one action.
Dec 9, 2021 6:15 am
OOC:
OK added the roll to my post. I want to skip damage if possible since it's just a shove into the water and not a strike.
Dec 9, 2021 6:48 am
El Diablo Fuego nods at little Cletus emphatically. Brandi was indeed all right, he liked her quite a bit, but Thelma?! That girl had it goin' on and wasn't afraid to show it off. Unfortunately, about this time and before he can answer the little stinkbug, the jerkwad in the suit moves to push Vern in the water!

"Oh no you didn't!" the masked giant bellows and he rushes the man and tries to put him in a headlock. "Man, these are my friends! We stick together, right to the end!"

In the middle of this, the hairy-shouldered man shoots Cletus a thumbs up. "Then we save your sis! Like champion Luchadores little man, we won't miss!"
OOC:
Trying to grapple and immobilize the bad actor. Not sure if surprise counts here, but if the current result doesn't cut the mustard a Bennie will be spent. I'll make the second roll now for expediency's sake, but not use it (and thus save the Bennie) unless the first roll was unsuccessful. Edit: looks like 4 (or 8 with The Drop) is the result either way. Let me know if this required spending a Bennie.
Last edited December 9, 2021 7:00 am

Rolls

HEADLOCK! (Fighting) - (1d8, RA)

(4) = 4

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Fighting Reroll - (1d8, RA)

(2) = 2

Wild Die Reroll - (1d6, RA)

(4) = 4

Dec 10, 2021 3:55 am
Vern topples into the water, and Dave grabs the city slicker in a vicious headlock. Sharks, attracted by the thrashing prey, turn and dash for Vern.

Vern, make an Athletics check to gain your bearings and swim back onto the trailer roof.
Dec 10, 2021 4:04 am
"Let me go, you masked ape! I only pushed him in as a distraction! If you don't let me go this will have been for nothing!" Stanley struggles against the masked man who clearly has a superior body for violence.
Dec 10, 2021 4:04 am
"What the faaa.... Vern is in the water, shark fins visible around him. Arms flailing, tendrils of fear snaking their way up his body. Fortunately, his glasses stay firmly affixed to his head as he tries to get back to the relative saftey of his trailer. Then he plans to kill the asshole in the suit.

Rolls

Athletics - (1d4, 1d6, RA)

1d4 : (3) = 3

1d6 : (5) = 5

Dec 10, 2021 4:09 am
Vern manages to climb up his wire-ladder and rolls onto the roof as a mako knives through the water where he was just a-threshin.
Dec 10, 2021 4:12 am
"See?!" Stanley shouts. "He's fine! I knew he would be fine, I pushed him close enough that he wasn't in real danger. But now the distraction is finished and the opportunity is gone. Are you happy now?"
Dec 10, 2021 5:06 am
Get him! Cletus encouraged the masked wrestler. El Diablo Fuego, tag me! I'll take out his legs! The kid skittered back and forth holding out a hand. Now Fuego and I are going to do a power bomb and then save my sister!

You're dumb, mister! Haven't you ever watched Shark Week? Divers use shark cages to be in the water. If the sharks get Vern then who's going to build the cage?
Dec 10, 2021 7:31 am
"Oh yeah, Cletus little buddy, tag in!" Dave says with gusto, laughing as he reaches for the kid, then double-downing on his hold once they touch hands. "We work together, we're going to win!"

El Diablo Fuego changes his hold to raise Jervis's arms above his head, exposing his midsection. "C'mon, wail on him! Teach him he can't throw Vern to the sharks on a whim!"
OOC:
Just let me know if a roll is needed here. Trying to assist Cletus in beating the crap out of Stanley.
Last edited December 10, 2021 10:56 pm
Dec 10, 2021 9:00 am
"Joooo-Weee!" Crawdad chimes in with his signature cajun yell, as the rasslin' match gets under way. "Cummon, El D! We be need'n to git ah moov ohn aun save Cletus' fine arse sisah, Thelma."
Dec 10, 2021 1:00 pm
Dave and Cletus beat on Stanley for a few shots, winding him.

If you want to go all out and do actual damage, then rolls would be needed. If @nezzeraj wants to avoid this, then rolls be needed, otherwise we can narratively say it occurs.
Dec 10, 2021 1:24 pm
OOC:
I'm fine with it being narrative. If they attempt to throw him in or do actual damage he will fight back.
Dec 10, 2021 1:52 pm
Cletus slapped the wrestler's hand then moved back squaring off before bending at the waist with his arms dangling like an ape. Slightly swaying as his feet stomped against the metal roof, the kid doubled up his fist and took a couple of cheap shots to the stranger's midsection. Feeling powerful like a real man, Cletus finished with the line his uncle always said when he walloped someone, Don't start none, won't be none!
OOC:
Let's keep this friendly ;)
Dec 10, 2021 11:21 pm
After Cletus gets in a few good shots, Dave shoves Stanley away from him, just shaking his head at the man before he welcomes Vern back up onto the roof of the trailer. "Yeah, Vern you didn't die! You showed them sharks, man, you're the guy!"

To Crawdad, the wrestler offers an enormous thumbs up.
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Dec 11, 2021 12:12 am
Stanley lays on the top of the trailer getting his wind back. After they are done celebrating their meaningless victory he says, "At least I had a plan and took action. What are we going to do now?"
Dec 11, 2021 12:49 am
"That's right El Diablo Fuego! I made it. I'm aliiiive!" Looking at the suit, who he will never call by his name, he shouts, "A plan, was it? You were trying to kill me! Make me chum for sharks you was. You're lucky I don't brain you with this here....hells bells where's my God damn wrench?"
Dec 11, 2021 5:14 am
Crawdad returns the masked wrestler's gesture and crouches low on the top of Vern's rig. He peers over to see if it is even possible to make a play for his trailer.

"If'n ah hud ah pirogue, ah'd paduhl un out ahn git mah Bessie. Put sum hoes en dem dare sharks."
He ponders aloud.
Dec 11, 2021 5:13 pm
A gasping breath from two lots down, as a beautiful girl in an American flag bikini top breaks the surface of the water, along with a huge bubble of air. Cletus' sister, Thelma, screams as a shark beelines for her, but it is knocked away by her boyfriend who surfaces with her. He starts wrasslin' with the shark and she swims away, dragging a yellow ball of plastic and climbing up onto the trailer roof. The boyfriend disappears under the water, dragged under by the shark.

Cletus recognizes that she brought his inflatable dingy.
Dec 11, 2021 8:14 pm
Vern scratches his head and looks for his prized wrench, all the while keeping an eye on the goings-on around him. He sees Thelma's boyfriend sink down beneath the water and shakes his head. He never liked him anyway. He figures she is better off without him. Still, he was a hero for swatting that shark away from her. He'd give him that.

But a boat! A means of escape had surfaced! "God damn! Is that a blow-up raft I'm seeing?"
Dec 11, 2021 8:15 pm
THELMA! That's Thelma! Over here! Cletus waved his hands back and forth getting his sister's attention. Then the blood colored water where her stupid boyfriend use to be pooled behind Thelma and Cletus' face scrunched up. He didn't like him but he didn't exactly hate him either ... watching people get ate in real life was a little more messy than on TV.

What in tarnation is Thelma draggin' anyway? Hey! That's my blow up raft! Where did you even find it? I can't remember if it had a hole or not. The ginger scratched the spikes of his mullet as he tried to recall.
Dec 11, 2021 9:07 pm
Crawdad's face lights up for the first time when he sees Thelma surface and make for the trailer they are all using for refuge. His face scrunches up as her beaux becomes fish food and he wonders in disbelief at the plastic object she is dragging along. "Whooo! Wat ah sight fur so eyez, Sha. Git aun up hare, gurl."
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Dec 11, 2021 10:43 pm
Thelma
She tosses the dingy onto the roof and rolls onto her back, catching her breath. "Dagnabbit, Cletus what the fuck did you do? I told you not to leave the milk out, dinn' I?"
Dec 11, 2021 11:55 pm
Ever the optimist, Stanley rolls his eyes. "That is less of a boat, and more of a human tortilla wrap to a shark. Do you even have a paddle for it? If we have nothing to get out here safely, then we need safety to come to us. We need to signal for help. Does anyone own a radio or flare gun or something?"
Dec 12, 2021 12:08 am
'Shoo. dat gurl is hawt. Its tween meh an da maker, I gotz a dahl namm'd Thelma undah mah bed.'

Crawdad tries his best not to gawk. He looks at Cletus, as his sister puts the blame on him a leaving out the milk. "Cletus? Is dis on yah, bouy?"
Dec 12, 2021 1:29 am
Don't git yer titties all twisted, I'll jest tell Ma it was your boyfriend and then what's he going to say? Glub, glub, glub? Cletus stuck out his tongue before ducking behind El Diablo in anticipation for the smack the usually followed his mouthing off.

But then the stranger said something that made Cletus' jaw drop. You want to call the sheriff? Like to help? Ya know the Doobie brothers won't cotton to the sheriff comin' round for any reason!

Crawdad, don't you still have that fishin' pole that hooked that catfish on? It was with a pole, right? Or were ya just noodling? We could put the hook through the back of my pants and if you see a shark reel me in real fast like. And that there is my boat! We should blow it up.
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Dec 12, 2021 1:46 am
"Yah no ol' Crawdad luvz sum noodlin'." The old timer responds to the boy's question. "But..fur true. Ah hook'd dah big un on dah po. Dat po iz ahn dah wahl of mah can along wit Bessie." He points toward his trailer again.
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Dec 12, 2021 7:33 am
Dave is mesmerized by the miraculous appearance of the very beautiful, very wet and very slippery Thelma. Unlike Crawdad, he has not resorted to inflatables, but the girl has an effect on him. Puts a lump in his throat, and in his tights. Makes him forget he's a Luchador. Makes him forget his rhyming schtick. As she catches her breath there's no way Betsy Ross could have known the stars and stripes would be put to such good and holy and American purpose.

"I... uh..." the big man stammers.

"Sorry about... your boobs I mean boyfriend, Thelma. He was -- he was a good guy."

He wasn't, in fact, and deep in the recesses of Dave's ape-brain he was glad the man was dead. Thelma was back on the market!

As there's talk about the dinghy and escape, El Diablo Fuego squares his shoulders and grabs the inflatable boat. He nods at the snake in the suit before he starts blowing it up with his powerful wrestling lungs. He's back in character when he talks again. "A radio -- now that's a good thought. We should paddle to Lester's... remember the one he bought?"
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Dec 12, 2021 4:41 pm
The dinghy takes a while to blow up, a long while remembering the great white that jumped up onto a roof and ate the occupant. When it's up, you think by the rating on the side of the yellow raft, that it would fit one adult plus Cletus, or just Luchador, without sinking.

Scavenging: each of you can attempt to roll to recover gear or tools that may help you. This would involve going to somewhere where you might find things. That is, into the water. You could go inside Vern's trailer, or one of you could hand-paddle over in the dingy to another trailer, or just scavenge along the ground under the water for things left lying out or washed in from elsewhere.

If you want to make such a check, describe what you're doing and roll a Notice check.
Dec 12, 2021 6:03 pm
Vern decides that he cannot use his jury-rigging skills without at least a wrench. The one he brought up with him must have fallen in the drink, but of course, he has a slew of them and wire and other interesting items including some rebar that could serve as a harpoon that could be driven into a shark. He decides the goal will be several lengths of rebar, one for each visitor on top of his home. As much as he detested the suit, he could still kill a shark.

He attempts to climb back in through the window, getting ready by taking deep slow breaths. He saw a show on TV once that demonstrated that technique to fit more air into one's lungs.

Dramatically he announces, "I'm goin' back in!"
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Rolls

Notice some goodies - (1d8, 1d6, RA)

1d8 : (883) = 19

1d6 : (1) = 1

Dec 12, 2021 6:38 pm
OOC:
Drawing for cards for Vern
Vern swims into the trailer and sees a self-inflatable air mattress in a box by the door, a butcher Knife (Str+d4) and a cigarette lighter on the coffee table, and his fully-loaded Pump Action Shotgun (12g) (Range 12/24/48, Damage 1-3d6, RoF 1, Shots 6). He doesn't see anything else useful.

Rolls

Rolls - (1d6, 3d8, RA)

1d6 : (2) = 2

3d8 : (4685) = 23

Deck Draws

Vern
3 of Diamonds
6 of Diamonds
8 of Clubs
Ace of Clubs
Dec 12, 2021 7:18 pm
With a less than graceful plop into the gross water, Vern shimmies through the window and tries to focus his eyes through it. He sees his cigarette lighter floating above the coffee table and snatches it, sticking it into a pocket of his pants. Delighted to see his shotgun wedged into a corner he grabs it in one hand, leaving the other free for seizing the knife, which he then transfers to his shotgun hand and holds it wedged between his palm and the shotgun.

With one hand free he grabs the raft and kicks strongly towards the window, the need to breathe causing a small feeling of panic to well up inside him. Once through the window which was no easy task with all his stuff, he shoots up to the surface and gulps a huge amount of air before he can shout, "Got me some serious shit now boys and girls."
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Dec 12, 2021 8:17 pm
The old timer's eyes widen as he sees all the stuff Vern manages to find in his trailer. "Nahw weez cuk'n wit sum grees!" He look over to Cletus and waggles his finger at the inflated dingy. "Cum ahn bouy. Crawdad be need'n sum gere. Ah gotz tah save ol' Bessie ahn git meh po if'n weez gunna goh hunt'n fur shark."
Dec 13, 2021 12:04 am
Cletus was glad the inflatable was holding air. The kid had thought he might be able to patch a hole with a wad of gum. But only an empty package in the process of desintegrating in the depths of his soggy pocket was found.

A questioning look crossed the kid's face as a spew of words that Cletus only understood about half of them came from the old timer. You want us to get in the boat and go shark huntin'? Cletus gave a big thumbs up as he was pretty sure he was picked because he had kicked the suit's ass. Sharks better beware!

Pushing the boat off the top of the trailer, Cletus hopped over the side as the inflatable hit the water. Come on, get in! Fuego give us a push!
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Dec 13, 2021 1:09 am
Red-faced as he recovers from having blown up the inflatable, Dave reaches into the trailer to receive anything Vern is handing up out of the water. Setting aside those items when Cletus and Crawdad form their harebrained scheme, the big, colorfully clad wrestler positions himself at the edge of the trailer, his feet in the water so he'll be able to give the dinghy a serious thunder-thigh shove-off.

"You know what, that sounds good little man!" he says before thumbing his big thumb towards the star-spangled blonde. "You take care of the old coot and get his stuff. I'll protect your sister. We've got a plan!"
Dec 13, 2021 1:46 am
Seeing the masked man's obvious interest in the boy's sister, Stanley can't help but try to make the man jealous even though he personally has no interest in the woman. "I'll scrounge for stuff along the bottom. The water must've washed a bunch of debris in. And I got my suitcase to protect me from any sharks," he says lifting the briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. Stanley slips as quietly as he can into the water, knowing sharks are attracted to splashing and thrashing. He swims to the bottom in the direction of Thelma, looking for useful items along the way.

Rolls

Notice - (1d4, RA)

(3) = 3

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Dec 13, 2021 2:55 am
Stanley's examination isn't as fruitful. He finds nothing useful.

The dinghy floats into the turbid water, and gets about fifteen get before its come to a virtual stop. A fin turns from farther off and comes to investigate.
Dec 13, 2021 4:30 am
Stanley surfaces next to the trailer with Thelma, gasping for air. The briefcase was doubly unwieldy underwater! It kept swirling around in water currents and banging against submerged objects. He sadly had nothing to show for his efforts. He climbs up exhausted and lays next to Thelma to catch his breath. He turns his head towards the others and talks to the luchadre in particular. "Take you're time! We are comfortably safe over here!"
Dec 13, 2021 4:38 am
Woo wee! It was a rush skimming the water full throttle until the boat ran out of steam and then they were just dead in the water. But luckily, Cletus knew what went in, came back out. And better yet he knew that it would sound like one huge giant fart.

Get ready! I'm going to pop out the nozzle and give it a squeeze. The release of air will push us across the parking lot real fast like. We'll be in the water but close enough to your trailer. Get your gun and shoot the critter!
OOC:
I have no idea what I should be rolling but I hope Cletus' crazy plan will get them to the other trailer and the kid can find something in the water to fight off the shark.
Dec 13, 2021 6:55 am
Crawdad rolls into the water off the inflatable and goes for his trailer, looking around for stuff to help them in their efforts to survive the sharks and find out what caused the levy to break.
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Rolls

Notice - (1d8, RA)

(5) = 5

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(64) = 10

Dec 13, 2021 10:27 pm
Meanwhile, Vern is watching all this with great amusement. He wasn't going to let a few circling sharks stop his enjoyment of watching the suit about to get made into shark meat, but dayamn! Not only did he survive, he got hisself up on the trailer right next to the sexy babe. How does a guy, worthless as gum on a boot heel, end up with a hot chick, he had no idea.

He didn't like what Cletus was about to do neither. In all likelihood, he'd end up in an airless raft and sink.

And Crawdad. That looked like a suicide mission right there. Them sharks looked mighty hungry."Crawdad! You watch you'self now ya hear.
Dec 14, 2021 1:27 am
Crawdad jumps into the water and fishes around near Cletus and Thelma's trailer.

A success and a Raise means 2 cards.

He comes up with a six foot length of 2x4 *, and a six pack of beer.

* As a weapon, the 2x4 does Str+d4

Rolls

rolls - (1d8, 1d4, RA)

1d8 : (1) = 1

1d4 : (41) = 5

Deck Draws

Crawdad scavenging
Hidden Card Hidden Card
Dec 14, 2021 6:14 am
Dave frowns as Jervis lies down next to Thelma, but as much as he wants to shove the man back into the water and make out with the lovely princess, his protective instinct kicks in as girl's little and the old codger search the water.

"I'm gonna search the agua on this side," he says to Vern. "Maybe find something, but also keep the big grays busy. Tell me the minute you have one of them spied!"

Saying that, the masked man takes a breath and dives in...

Rolls

Notice! - (1d4, RA)

(2) = 2

Wild Die! - (1d6, RA)

(4) = 4

Dec 14, 2021 8:22 am
Shoving the six pack into the dingy, Crawdad rolls back into the small inflatable boat with Cletus and shows the boy the board he found. "Weez gotz ah paddel bouy!" He says excitedly and begins to push the water with the board nice and steady toward his trailer. "Pop up ah cuppel dem tapz ahn weezle haf ah brew ohn dah way."
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Dec 14, 2021 3:18 pm
Cletus attempts his jet boat recreation, pops the aor valve and tools it under the water. This makes a very interesting noise to your fish friends.

@CherokeeWind Let's gets you to roll Athletics to see how well this wild maneuver works. Failure may make you shark bait!
Dec 14, 2021 3:46 pm
OOC:
Okay, I looked and Athletics are listed at 1d6 so I am rolling 2d6? I am looking for a high score? I have bennies to spend if that helps me reroll in case Cletus is unlucky.

Rolls

Athletics - (1d6, RA)

(4) = 4

Athletics - (1d6, RA)

(3) = 3

Dec 14, 2021 4:15 pm
OOC:
You've interpreted this perfectly. Your target number is a 4 generally so you've succeeded.
Want to describe Cletus' wild ride?
Dec 14, 2021 4:39 pm
"Yeah good luck El Diablo Fuego. My trailer will hold up for only so long."

When Vern sees Crawdad has managed to find a six-pack he hoots and hollers over at him. "That there is a score! Not that it helps me none, but if we're gonna go down, we might as well go down drunk as sailors."
Dec 15, 2021 12:34 am
Stanley sits up, finally having recovered enough from his quick swim. He turns to Thelma. "Have anything in your trailer that might be useful? I'm sure you people must have guns or knives or crack pipes we can use!"
Dec 15, 2021 3:39 am
Thelma whacks Stanley. "Ass hat! My crack pipe is right here." She fishes it out of her bikini. Lord knows from where.
Dec 15, 2021 6:01 am
OOC:
Did El Diablo Fuego find anything under the water?
Dec 15, 2021 5:44 pm
The most mischievous grin came over Cletus' face as he snickered, Look! The fish are farting! The old timer was rocked back as he went to slow and steady paddle forward as Cletus released the air valve in the water. Like a jet boat huge bubbles propelled the two forward.

Cletus' eyes grew large as the boat skimmed across the water toward the wide toothy mouth of an oncoming shark. He was too young to die!

But there was Granny Tucker's cement bird bath with a chipped blue painted turtle sunbathing on the edge. The kids had always laughed at Granny... everyone knew turtles were green but now Cletus was a believer. A grubby hand reached out just enough to grab hold of the rounded shell, rotating the pair to sling shot a new direction before landing them in front of Crawdad's trailer. They were right where they wanted to be.

Granted they were dumped into the water with a once again deflated boat, beer sinking below the surface and, as of yet, any clear cut weapon but that was if you only wanted to see the negative. Cletus certainly wasn't feeling "board" after that ride! Let's get in your place and find something!"
Dec 15, 2021 6:58 pm
Vern spies a lone beer can bobbing by, the plastic ring still attached, the other cans missing. "The lord ain't left us yet!" He dunks his hand into the murky soup and scoops it up, popping the top with that satisfying hiss sound. After a few glugs and a wipe of his mouth with his sleeve, he raises the shotgun he managed to retrieve, gets a bead on the nearest shark, inhales a breath, holds it, and squeezes the trigger.

Rolls

Shooting (bad eyes penalty) - (d4-2, d6-2, RA)

d4-2 : (2) - 2 = 0

d6-2 : (4) - 2 = 2

Damage Range 12/24/48, Damage 1-3d6, RoF 1, Shots 6). - (3d6, RA)

(3652) = 16

Keeping damage, benny reroll (eyes crossed) - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)

1d4-2 : (441) - 2 = 7

1d6-2 : (2) - 2 = 0

Dec 15, 2021 7:05 pm
The shark turns, frenzied by the bubble-farting boat, and attempts to swallow Cletus whole, or half of him whole the other half for seconds, when Vern fires his shotgun. The fishes gills explode and the creature floats, bumping into Crawdad's trailer, entirely dead.

Dead and leaking blood (shall we say, chum) into the water.
Dec 15, 2021 9:35 pm
"Hot damn! Vern hollers, when the shark's gills explode. "That mo'fo' is stone cold dayed! Haha." He dances around on top of this roof, giddy with success and the saving of lives, especially Thelma's. He celebrates by guzzling the last of his beer, crushing the can and launching it into the drink.
Dec 16, 2021 12:26 am
Stanley opens his mouth to ask Thelma where she had been keeping that pipe, but stops when he realizes he really doesn't want to know the answer. He instead says, "For some reason, I imagined something larger and more useful." Stanley sits and has a think, and comes to the conclusion that his expensive suit jacket is remarkably heavy when it's soaking wet. He tries to remove it but is stymied when he remembers one wrist is handcuffed to the briefcase. He fishes the key out of his pants pocket, opens the cuffs, and removes his jacket. He eyes the handcuffs and weighs his decision. He can't trust trailer trash to not steal the case, but it was too cumbersome to take in the water with him. The satellite dish precariously perched on Thelma's trailer catches his eye and he has an idea. He cuffs the dish's base and nods to himself with a job well done. He turns to Thelma. "I'm gonna check your trailer for anything useful. You stay here." Stanley slides off the side farthest from the sharks and looks for an opening.

Rolls

Notice - (1d4, RA)

(42) = 6

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(5) = 5

Dec 16, 2021 11:19 am
Nobody need tell Crawdad twice. He takes Vern's shot as a starters pistol firing off and goes into water at his trailer, and enters looking for stuff. In particular he's after Ol' Bessie, his loaded 12 gauge double barrel and his deep sea fishing rig. Both of which he has in racks on the interior wall of his trailer.
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Rolls

Notice - (1d8, RA)

(87) = 15

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(5) = 5

Dec 16, 2021 1:22 pm
Cletus could hear his mom in his head, "Whatcha done now? Did ya get shark's blood on your shirt? I betcha ya expect me to get the stain out? I swear, Cletus! You have the sense God gave a turnip!"

So Cletus with every bit of his God given sense starts swimming away from the shark leaking red at Crawdad's place heading toward the pharmacological trailer of the Doobie brothers. He wondered if the sharks snacked on some pot then would they be too mellow to attack...or maybe it would give them the munchies!
Dec 16, 2021 2:44 pm
Dave dives into the water, looking for what he can scrounge. He finds one thing: First Aid Kit in watertight box. (Bandages, tape, and antibacterial spray. This adds +1 to Healing rolls for four uses.)

Stanley and Crawdad both look for come up short. (Just one trip down per little while.)

Rolls

Still - (1d4, RA)

(3) = 3

Deck Draws

Dave
3 of Clubs
Dec 16, 2021 8:56 pm
Vern is aware that he is alone on the trailer now and starts to feel left out of the action. He spies the suit chaining his briefcase to the satellite dish pole and wonders what in tarnation could be so important in there that it has to be saved. He thinks back on all his TV shows and decides it contains the nuclear weapons code and the man must be stopped. He also wouldn't mind a hit of the bong, no matter how small.

Without any further thinking on the matter, he grabs the inflatable mattress and starts blowing it up. Once inflated, which seems to take a dog's age, he stuffs his shotgun shells in his pocket buttoning it closed, grabs his gun and lays it on the mattress, and wisely decides to leave the knife because he doesn't need a puncture in the bed. Plonking the mattress in the water beside the trailer, he clambers on and paddles with his arms and hands towards Thelma's trailer.
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Rolls

Matressing (Boating) - (1d4, 1d4, RA)

1d4 : (3) = 3

1d4 : (1) = 1

Dec 17, 2021 12:19 am
Stanley surfaces again, cursing his luck. He climbs back on top of the trailer and lies down again near Thelma to catch his breath. He wasn't a born athlete, but at least he had some swimming practice at the exclusive Golden Calf Health Spa. He eyes the briefcase, dreading to be anchored to it again. But in his mind's eye he keeps seeing worst case scenarios of the trailer tipping over and the case being trapped under the water, or the dish breaking off and the case slipped down. He sighs and moves the briefcase back into his possession. He already had some chafing around his wrist. "You don't have any lotion on you by any chance, do you," he asks Thelma. Only too late did he realize his question might be misconstrued.
Dec 17, 2021 3:31 am
Thelma
She moves away from Stanley. "Back off, city slicker, I ain't no lotion dispenser. Try up your butt."

Vern gets onto his mattress and with his hands, tries to float and paddle his way over to the trailer where Cletus is on top of. He doesn't make quick headway, but he slowly makes the crossing.
Dec 17, 2021 8:50 am
GLUB! GLUB!

Crawdad surfaces with the six-pack that Cletus' fart boating caused to fall back into the drink, only to find that both Cletus and his semi-deflated dingy have left him in a pool of shark's blood and it corpse. He sighs and swims for his own trailer and climbs up.
Dec 17, 2021 8:50 am
Dave draws a big breath as he comes back up, breaking the surface. He's climbing back on board with his find as he hears Thelma dress down the asshole.

"Oh yeah, Thelma, you tell him," the powerful and hairy wrestler says as he presents the first aid kit. Then, noticing Jervis being out of breath, and skinny, and scrawny, El Diablo Fuego adds, "And man, that's pathetic. You need to spend some time in the gym."
Dec 17, 2021 9:15 am
Stanley begins to persuade Thelma his question was innocent and he wasn't interested in women who carried around crack pipes in their own cracks when he is interrupted by the luchadore. "Oh look, you're here. Well you may be right, but I can always get stronger whereas you can't get any smarter, so which of us is worse off?" Stanley says with arched eyebrows.
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Dec 17, 2021 6:49 pm
It takes Dave a moment to realize he's been insulted.

"Wha-- what? Oh yeah?!" the man blurts. Holding both hands to his masked head, he bellows, "EL DIABLO FUEGO KNOWS EVERYTHING HE NEEDS TO KNOW!" Then stabbing a massive Italian sausage finger at the smaller man, he lowers his voice and his tone. "You keep it up, man, you got to go!"

Flexing for Thelma, he presses the attack. "I'll hold you over the water like a shark piñata, dude! You keep messing with Fuego, you're gonna get bu-- er, I means you're gonna be fish food!
Dec 17, 2021 8:33 pm
"Hey Crawdad! Bring that there beer over this-a-way would ya? El Diablo Fuego! Join the party over here why doncha?" Vern shouts as he scrambles up safely onto Thelma's trailer. He doesn't bother to avert his eyes from her ample swim floats. He is breathing heavily from the exertion of paddling the bed over and has to lay his back down on the roof in an effort to catch his breath.

"Why don't you pull that mattress up onto here," he says to the suit. "Keep yourself outta trouble. Whoweeee I am outta shape I am."

Finally, breath all caught up he props himself up on an elbow and gazes out over the water wonderland. "Shouldn't someone do somethng about Cletus? Maybe give him a hand. My lungs are shot."
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Dec 17, 2021 9:52 pm
Cletus was further out from everyone and when he heard his name he flipped onto his back waving toward Vern's voice. The kid's hand hit a floating piece of debris. To some the blackened lilac color of the glass might have resembled a bong but Cletus saw another opportunity. Ha! I got me a snorkel. Now I can go diving!

The first deep breath caused the kid's eyes to bug out before he started coughing. Wanting to look cool he tried to hold back the convulsions racking his body I got it, I got it! Cletus then let the top of the glass skim the surface as he looked for treasures below the surface.
OOC:
If I went too far in finding a bong, I will roll back the find but I thought it reasonable the pot growers would have some glass about.
Dec 17, 2021 9:58 pm
OOC:
Doesn't bother me any.
Dec 17, 2021 10:31 pm
OOC:
Snorkel? Lol!
Crawdad pops open one of the beers and chugs about half of the brew down in one big gulp. He holds it up to Vern's view and gives him a beer raise. "Lemme finnish auf dis hare un aun weez bah rite ovuh. Gotz tah git mah brew aun afore dah bouy slapz um bak tah kingdum cum agin."
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Dec 18, 2021 12:04 am
Stanley makes a disgusted sound in his throat. "Is that all you care about? We need to get to safety and you're all dulling your wits with alcohol! Fine, I'll get us out of here. I have an idea. Back in my limo there is one of those trucker radio things so the driver can communicate with his company. If we can get to it, we can radio for help."
Dec 18, 2021 1:10 am
You find yourselves split between the two trailer roofs, separated by 30 feet of shark infested water. Stanley, El Diable Fuego and Thelma on Vern's trailer, and Cletus, Vern, and Crawdad on Cletus n' Thelma's trailer with the deflated dingy and the inflatable mattress. Chunks of dead shark and boyfriend float in the water between you.

The screams are dying down as the sharks make chums of those who can't find high ground.

The sharks are a combination of maneaters, and at least one great white that must be better than twenty feet long from what you saw when it jumped onto a roof and ate that woman. You know it's only a matter of time before that biggun makes a play for one of you. Afterall, not great eatin on a skinny trailer girl.
Dec 18, 2021 5:40 pm
"So okay, suit. We need to get to your limo. Can't for the life of me figure out why you didn't bring the dang thing at the beginning."

Vern gazes at the limo, wondering how anyone can make the journey without being shark dinner. Then he turns back to the suit, rustles up a good slobbery slug of phlegm and spits it over the side.

"Where's a good chunk of chewing tobacco when you need it, huh?"
Dec 18, 2021 6:23 pm
The roof of the limo is under six feet of water, so getting the trucker radio will be a moist, and hard to talk, unless you pull it out and find power somewhere else.
Dec 18, 2021 6:40 pm
That suit thinks the law is goin' save us? When was the last time they did anything but hassle someone when they pop a cold one just cause they're driving. Like most times we need to take care of ourselves.

If we are smart,
the red haired freckle face boy looked like epitome of an intellectual genius, we can set up a trap! Then it would be like shootin' fish in a barrel! Ummm, are sharks fish? Cletus looked a bit in pain thinking on such complex matters.

Every good trap needs some bait. Ma had a ham bone she was goin to use to make beans...I HATE beans! So that could be used but ya have to say it was your idea, Crawdad. Ya know Ma can get meaner than a wet hen if we mess up her plans!"

Do ya know there should be three tractor tires Granny used for plantin' her flower garden by the bird bath? What if we set it up where that big one swam through the middle and got stuck? Cletus' eyebrows wiggled up and down as he tapped his forehead with his finger, See? Told ya I was smart!
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Dec 18, 2021 7:23 pm
"Yeah well you know who I'd like to see used as bait? Just stuff him into one of them tires and float him out yonder. His suit is too perty anyways."
Dec 18, 2021 10:35 pm
Thelma eyes up Stanley. "So yous got a limo? Wow, I've never ... sat ... inside a limo before?" She bats her eyes at the fancy man, with only a fleeting glance at Dave's more muscular body first.

As you discuss the situation, you hear a shout from farther on toward the ocean. You see a man in a wooden canoe, whacking at a shark before hightailing it toward you. "Hey!" He looks like he's dressed as if he's on an African safari.
Dec 18, 2021 11:28 pm
Stanley, uncomfortable with the sudden attention from Thelma and Vern's suggestion of using him as bait, is relieved with the arrival of the canoe man. Well, not the man himself, but his canoe. "Where did you get the canoe?" Stanley is not one for polite formalities.
Dec 18, 2021 11:50 pm
Dave relaxes from the flex he's been (nrrgghhhh!) holding for Thelma when plans and ideas are batted back and forth, and when the man in the canoe approaches.

"Hey dude! Over here!" he calls, waving. "Give us a ride! We even got beer!"
OOC:
Is there any high ground that's not flooded that's visible, or that we might think wouldn't be flooded? A cell tower, some rich trailer park resident with two double wides stacked on top of one another...
Dec 19, 2021 2:17 am
Vern passes Vern a cold one just as the safari guy makes his appearance. "Wat doh weez otz hare?!" He shouts loud from the rooftop, waving a beer as if to lure the man toward their position, like a carrot before a rabbit.
Dec 19, 2021 4:11 am
English Dude
In an English accent, he yells back, "What are you blokes doing up there? Don't you know it's bloody dangerous?"
Dec 19, 2021 4:21 am
"Phish-shah!" Crawdad says with a dismissive waving gesture of one hand. "Ahz dun been in dah hare drink mor'n unce fer shur aun dey ain't bit'n. Ahz ah feel'n dem sharks er afeerd ov mah fiss en dey haid er dey jus doun't bez cottn tah dah tass uh ol' Cajun."
Dec 19, 2021 4:36 am
Stanley, mildly irritated at being ignored (which doesn't happen often to him), rolls his eyes. "Not any more dangerous than that canoe you're in. Where are you headed? Do you have any idea what's happened and why everywhere is flooded with sharks?"
Dec 19, 2021 4:50 am
Mister, are you a weenie? We ain't scared. We were going to kill them all and then probably eat them! What Crawdad cooks up is usually pretty spicy and will burn your ass hole but it taste pretty good. You're goin to need to help iffin you plan on eatin with us.
Dec 19, 2021 3:20 pm
"Ah thankee," Vern says to Crawdad as he takes the proferred beer and knocks back half the can in two gulps. "This here is better 'n any reality TV show I seen, that's for sure."

"Say, what kinda accent is that anyway? He from Canada?"

Finishing the rest of his beer and crinkling the can, he belches loudly and says with some degree of indignation, "Hey! I ain't no bloke, got it?"
Dec 19, 2021 3:29 pm
English Dude
He looks fearfully over his shoulder, and paddles toward Thelma and Cletus' trailer.

A tentacle erupts from the water and crushers the back of his canoe. He rolls into the water, swims the last bit and climbs onto roof, scrambling away from the edge. "Sharks? There are worse things than sharks in these woods."
Dec 19, 2021 11:45 pm
"Well ain't that the berries!" Vern says when he catches sight of the tentacle. "That ain't no shark. What in the hell is it? An octopus?"

He scratches his head and double-checks to make sure his glasses are still on. "I seen those on TV but they ain't from here. Nope."
Dec 20, 2021 7:00 am
"Holy shit! Did you see that?!" Dave shouts from the trailer he, Thelma, and Stanley occupy. He's broken character, and is shaking his head as he puts two and two together in his head. "These sharks... they have tentacles, man! Tentacles!"

A shake of his head is all that's required to get him back in character, then he's offering a hand the size of a small ham towards the businessman. "Hey -- no hard feelings, right? Shake, man. We gotta cooperate, all being in the same plight."

Turning to the blonde in the bikini, the big wrestler makes a pledge, while also ogling her boobs.

"We're gonna get you and your fine self outa here, bomboncita. We just might have to be fast -- super fast, like a cheetah!"
OOC:
I vote for Dave to be eaten first. Guy is KILLIN' ME with the rhymes.
Dec 20, 2021 7:05 am
OOC:
Haha! Try out Crawdad's dialog. Its painful even typing that gibberish.
Dec 20, 2021 10:55 am
Stanley shakes the man's hand. Did the luchadore think he was angry? Pushing the other man jnto the water was just smart tactics. Nothing personal. Getting ahead in life sometimes meant doing unpleasant work, but it wad never (OK almost never) personal. It was just the best plan. And right now the best plan was to work together. Towards what he still didn't know.

"Working together is fine by me. But what are we working towards, exactly? We need to get a boat to get to safety. Or a radio to call for help."
Dec 20, 2021 4:06 pm
RageRed says:
OOC:
Haha! Try out Crawdad's dialog. Its painful even typing that gibberish.
OOC:
Well, for what it's worth I've been hugely impressed with Crawdad's dialog and have been able to understand most of it -- probably because I've spent big chunks of time working in New Orleans and Mobile. The gulf coast is a pretty unique place.
Dec 21, 2021 1:09 am
English Dude
"Look, you people aren't the first pick for anyone's team, but you're the best I've got. My name is Dr. Burke. I work at the research lab just upriver. With the tidal wave, most infrastructure has been knocked out, and that includes my lab. This is, as they say, the rub."
Dec 21, 2021 2:46 am
"Tidal wave? Here? Well if that don't beat a donkey's ass. Is this what that all this here is from?" Vern asks, gesticulating wildly with his hands. "Did you people in your high-falutin' laboratories and white coats set this water and them tentacles after us regular folk?"

English Dude

Qralloq

Dec 21, 2021 9:59 pm
English Dude
"
My name is Dr. Burke. I’m a scientist at a secret government lab up river near the dam. The program was called S.H.A.R.K., Super Hybrid Advanced Ruthless Killers. We were experimenting with shark DNA for the perfect military killing machine. I know it sounds like science fiction, but, well, you’ll see for yourself. Not only did the sharks get stronger, bigger and more resilient, but they got smarter ... so smart they plotted an escape and somehow destroyed the dam, flooding the valley."

"The highly intelligent sharks are more than just laboratory-bred killing machines. They serve a higher purpose, genetically programmed into their DNA. Namely, the destruction of everything in their path. Now that they are loose … global domination. We bred this desire into them, thinking we could control them, tell them where and when to kill. The perfect global assassins. We were wrong! We were wrong to try to play God."

"With all our work on these creatures we unknowingly created more … so much more. The sharks have an unexpected side effect from the mutation gene we introduced."


As he says this he looks at his stump where a hand used to be as his muscles move from under the bloody bandage. He mumbles, "Unstable … mutations."

With his good hand he reaches into his lab coat and pulls out a small phone-like device with buttons, an antenna and a screen on it. Struggling to speak, he manages: "This … device … tracks the S.H.A.R.K. mutagen … you must stop them … before they reach … open sea. Stop … them."

As he turns the device on it starts to beep and blink, signaling a huge mass of red dots on the screen heading down river to open waters. The thing then suddenly blinks brighter and beeps louder as the map on the screen shifts to the ‘Parkers’ current location. That’s when Dr. Burke goes into convulsions. His body twists and morphs into a Great White Shark right before your eyes. Of course, he attacks the group!

Cletus, Crawdad, Stanley are up.

Deck Draws

Cletus, Crawdad, Dave, Stanley, Vern, GWS
6 of Clubs
5 of Spades
3 of Clubs
8 of Spades
2 of Spades
3 of Diamonds
Dec 21, 2021 11:24 pm
This new guy was like the teachers at school lecturing on and on about stuff that they thought important. Cletus was opening and closing his hand behind the doctor's back mocking him as his mouth opened wide enough to see a cavity on a back molar.

However, the kid was interest was suddenly peeked when the gadget came out of the doctor's pocket. Damn, mister! That's a lot of red dots!

Cletus' eyes widened as human flesh suddenly mutated to the more dangerous killer of a great white shark right before his eyes. The kid reflexively drew his sling shot sending a stone flying not to break the rows of pearly whites offered from the gapping maw but his aim was to blind the dead looking eyes.

Rolls

Shooting - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Shooting - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Dec 21, 2021 11:29 pm
OOC:
That seems unlikely to hit so do I spend a Benny to reroll one or both dice?
Dec 21, 2021 11:35 pm
CherokeeWind says:
OOC:
That seems unlikely to hit so do I spend a Benny to reroll one or both dice?
A Benny rerolls both dice.
Dec 21, 2021 11:48 pm
OOC:
Thanks! I'm going to reroll.

Rolls

Shooting - (1d6, RA)

(63) = 9

Shooting - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Dec 22, 2021 1:26 am
"Why don't people ever test their global domination plans on something harmless first?! Like hamsters or koalas?! Nooo, gotta jump straight to the most dangerous creatures on the planet!" Stanley rants while pulling out his hidden Smith & Wesson revolver he had hidden in a holster. He lets loose a shot at the man-shark!

Rolls

Shooting - (1d6, RA)

(1) = 1

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(63) = 9

Damage - (2d6+1, RA)

(34) + 1 = 8

Extra damage - (1d6, RA)

(5) = 5

Dec 22, 2021 3:05 pm
Cletus hits with a Raise. Roll damage with an extra 1d6.

Stanley also hits with a Raise. Also add an extra d6 damage to your post.
Dec 22, 2021 3:22 pm
OOC:
Damage states Strength + d4 ROF 1 - So Cletus has a strength of 1d4 making the roll 2d4 but what is ROF? Thanks guys for baby stepping me through the mechanics.

Rolls

Damage - (2d4, RA)

(2442) = 12

Extra damage - (1d6, RA)

(1) = 1

Dec 22, 2021 3:55 pm
OOC:
Rate of Fire 1 -- there are rules for firing more than once per round for weapons that are designed for that, which the slingshot is not. Great roll, 13 total, that actually beats the Great White's Toughness of 12 so it is Shaken. As the creature is not a Wild Card, one wound will kill it, but it is Hardy which means that someone has to do 16+ from a single attack to kill it. (Normally, a successful attack on a Shaken creature will cause a wound, so if it wasn't Hardy, Stanley doing 12+ damage to it now that it is Shaken would finish it off.)
The sudden great white is improbably staggered by the slingshot-shot stone.
Dec 22, 2021 4:03 pm
"Nice shot, little guy! You got him right in the eye!" El Diablo Fuego shouts, cheering Cletus's aim.
OOC:
TOUGHNESS 12. RUH ROH.
Dec 22, 2021 7:42 pm
"HOooooh!" Crawdad exclaims, as the guy with the funny talk suddenly turns into a shark. "Weeellll sheet!" He promptly drops his empty can, grabs the 2x4 with both hands and takes a swing at him.
OOC:
Dropping a bennie on that for a re-roll
Last edited December 22, 2021 7:43 pm

Rolls

Fighting - (1d4, RA)

(2) = 2

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Fighting (Bennie) - (1d4, RA)

(3) = 3

Wild Die (Bennie) - (1d6, RA)

(5) = 5

Damage - (2d4-1, RA)

(23) - 1 = 4

Dec 22, 2021 8:59 pm
"Well cut off my legs and call me shorty!" Vern wastes no time raising his shotgun and squeezing the trigger. He'll save his shock at what he sees for later.
OOC:
Benny number 2/3 reroll.
OOC:
Oh well
Last edited December 22, 2021 9:01 pm

Rolls

Shooting bad eyes penalty - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)

1d4-2 : (1) - 2 = -1

1d6-2 : (1) - 2 = -1

Damage if he hits Damage [Range 12/24/48, Damage 1-3d6, RoF 1, Shots 4] - (3d6, RA)

(232) = 7

Shooting- leaping lizards let me kill this thang! - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)

1d4-2 : (3) - 2 = 1

1d6-2 : (2) - 2 = 0

Optimistic damage - (3d6, RA)

(46614) = 21

Dec 23, 2021 12:19 am
OOC:
Added my extra damage. Looks like 13 total!
Dec 23, 2021 2:54 pm
Cletus and Stanley fire their weapons and both hit the giant twenty foot great white shark. Unfortunately, the wounds they cause aren't crippling.

Crawdad swings his board but doesn't get a good wallop in.
OOC:
GWS' Parry is 7, so that's a miss. Tempted to give it a -2 Party for being out of water, but the damage done is still less than its hobble Toughness.
The scientist turned shark tries to shake off the assault.

Now mad, it tries to bite Crawdad (Shaken and a Wound) tearing a long rip out of his leg.

The shark then slides into the water.
OOC:
That is the weeniest shark bite damage, unbelievable, haha. The devil's own luck, Crawdad.
Vern tries to shoot with his shotgun but chews up aluminum from the roof of the trailer.

El Diablo Fuego is up then new Action Cards.

Rolls

Spirit to Shake off Shaken - (1d8, RA)

(6) = 6

Fighting - (1d10, RA)

(107) = 17

Bite damage with Raise - (1d12+1d8+1d6+4, RA)

(1) + (1) + (2) + 4 = 8

Bite damage with raise, benny - (1d12+1d8+1d6+4, RA)

(1) + (82) + (4) + 4 = 19

Dec 23, 2021 8:24 pm
OOC:
A Benny is spent for a reroll on the damage roll.
@Ragered you may roll for a new 'parker.
.

The shark bites Crawdad in half, and then drags the top half away into the water.
Dec 23, 2021 10:49 pm
OOC:
RIP Crawdad.
Vern lets out a string of curses as his roof swallows his bullet, then removes his glasses and stares at them as if they were responsible for his poor shooting. A course, he couldn't see his glasses without his glasses on. Frustrated, he puts them back on.

"Well, sheeeit. At least I'll be gettin' the bullet back." Glasses now attached he notices half of Crawdad in the water.

"What? Where is the rest of Crawdad? Didn't I tell you to watch out for them sharks, god dammit?" he asks the bottom half of the half a man.
Dec 24, 2021 7:52 am
"Oh no!" Fuego cries as the carnage suddenly amps up. There's gunfire, there's brave hand to shark tooth combat, and suddenly half of Crawdad is gone and what's left of him is twitching and spraying blood all over. It's a gruesome sight, and one that upsets the Luchador greatly.

Looking for the knife that Vern found, or bending and breaking off a piece of the satellite dish that Stanley handcuffed his briefcase to, Dave shouts, "Looks like this shark might turn out to be a fearsome foe!"

And then he hurls his sharp or makeshift weapon with all his prodigious might.
OOC:
Will spend a Benny for a reroll if it's necessary.
Last edited December 24, 2021 7:53 am

Rolls

Throwing with Athletics - (1d8, RA)

(4) = 4

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Whether the weapon is improvised or a knife, the damage is still d4, so... - (1d4, RA)

(3) = 3

Strength Damage - (1d8, RA)

(1) = 1

Dec 24, 2021 1:49 pm
Dave strikes the great white with the improvised spear, and it kind of sticks out from the creature's back, but it doesn't really seem to mind all that much.

Everybody except Stanley is up before Dr. Shark. RageRed can introduce her new character however she sees fit (except, no functional boats!)

Deck Draws

Cletus, Dave, Gun Nut, Stanley, Vern, shark
Queen of Diamonds
10 of Diamonds
King of Diamonds
3 of Spades
King of Hearts
9 of Hearts
Dec 24, 2021 2:50 pm
OOC:
I just realized Vern's rolls are only -2 if his glasses are lost and they are not. The tiny weird writing doncha know....

Vern can't believe his eyes when Dave's ingenious attack doesn't kill the shark. "Well ain't that a sight!"

Taking a deep breath and holding it for a second, he squeezes the trigger of his shotgun. Vern feels strongly that it's high time the shark skedaddled even if it wasn't a shark. Or was it?
Last edited December 25, 2021 4:49 am

Rolls

Shooting - (1d4, 1d6, RA)

1d4 : (1) = 1

1d6 : (64) = 10

Range 12/24/48, Damage 1-3d6, RoF 1, Shots 3 - (3d6, RA)

(134) = 8

Raise damage - (1d6, RA)

(64) = 10

Dec 24, 2021 3:13 pm
The former misguided scientist turned Great White Shark explodes under the shotgun blast, and immediately begins sinking. The last thing you see is Crawdad's mangled arm giving the world the finger.

Shark is dead.
Dec 25, 2021 4:20 am
"Baby Jesus in a manger, what did we just see?" Stanley is shocked at the carnage. And once the immediate shock passed, he promptly vomits in the water at the blood and guts floating in the water. He wipes his mouth with the sleeve of a hundred dollar dress shirt. He puts the gun away with a shaking hand and sits back down. "What now? I think I'm out of ideas at the moment."
Dec 25, 2021 9:14 pm
Quote:

With his good hand he reaches into his lab coat and pulls out a small phone-like device with buttons, an antenna and a screen on it. Struggling to speak, he manages: "This … device … tracks the S.H.A.R.K. mutagen … you must stop them … before they reach … open sea. Stop … them."

As he turns the device on it starts to beep and blink, signaling a huge mass of red dots on the screen heading down river to open waters. The thing then suddenly blinks brighter and beeps louder as the map on the screen shifts to the ‘Parkers’ current location. That’s when Dr. Burke goes into convulsions. His body twists and morphs into a Great White Shark right before your eyes. Of course, he attacks the group!
You did have the tracker. Want to rustle up a boat, hunt sharks?
Dec 27, 2021 7:02 am
Cletus actually thought the blood and the guts to be like when you paid for a piece of bubble gum but somehow two gumballs rolled down...it might seem wrong but somehow it was also thrilling. The kid was gonna miss that spicy Cajun even if he didn't know half of what he said!

The doctor on the other hand...not so much. Really, it was turning out to be like the Walking Dead. The sharks were like zombies and you couldn't let them bite you or you would turn all sharky. Thelma! Don't let the critters bite ya or you'll get fish skin! His sister might not be so bright but she was vain!

Hey! That doctor's gadget fell in the bottom of his boat! The kid splashed over the side of the canoe scooping up the gadget, holding it aloft for everyone to see. Look at that red dot...there's a shark right past my trailer!
Dec 28, 2021 7:26 am
Dave jumps up and down, fist-pumping when Vern blows the shit out of the shark that ate the old codger. The shark that until very recently... used to be the... scientist dude with the British accent.

The wrestler sits down heavily next to Stanley and shakes his head. "I don't know man. I have no clue what's going on right now. It's like I don't even know where I am. This is crazy town! This like a bad mother--"

Cletus's bravery, quick-thinking and numbskullery shakes the man from his momentary panic.

"Wait!" he cries, standing back up. "The kid's got it! We can take the guy's boat, we can use his tracker! Let's not let Crawdad die in vain! Let's avenge that old cracker!"

Coming to the edge of the trailer, he waves towards the redheaded kid. "Cletus! Come pick us up, little dude! We'll all go shark hunting!"
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Dec 28, 2021 8:48 am
Over the submerged trailer park there is suddenly heard the sound of a small engine plane. It does a fly-by and a figure rolls out of the side hatch and deploys a small rectangular canopy parachute. As the figure drops, attempting to guide the parachute in for a safe landing, the lines get caught in a nearby tree and the diver has to engage the safety release; dropping her onto the roof of one of the close by trailers.

Shucking off her harness and slamming her dive helmet into the trailer's roof, the stranger with long brown hair curses and promptly pulls out cigarette and lighter. Taking a long draw off the cigarette to calm her nerves, she adjusts the arsenal of weapons strapped about her feminine form and calls out to those atop the others trailers. "Anyone see where Dr. Burke scurried off to? I been tracking that rat bastard since he escaped from the lab. Name's Sasha." She gestures with the cigarette smoking in one hand and takes a short bow.
Dec 28, 2021 3:34 pm
"Oh yea missy, we seen him. He turned into a shark and got blowed up," Vern says to the newcomer, nodding nonchalantly like it's an everyday occurrence.
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Dec 28, 2021 5:12 pm
Here's what I think will be a funny bit. If any of you have watched a reality TV show, there is this Confession Booth segment, where the actor/contestants confess what they are thinking in the moment.

How about everyone do that, write a post like you're talking into the camera for an audience, after the fact.
Dec 29, 2021 1:41 am
"You know, I don't know what I had a harder time believing, the scientist turning into a shark or a gun-strapped babe parachuting down into the flooded trailer park looking for said scientist. It's like some real-world episode of Street Sharks. Remember that cartoon? It was fucking awesome. As a cartoon anyway. Real life is much different. That mealy-mouthed old geezer found that out getting chomped in half. Couldn't show something like that on a kids' show, no way. The rest of the survivors are all right. The luchador is pretty amusing when he isn't trying to impress the meth lady. I wouldn't say I wanted any of them to die, per se, but I mean, if you're asking me to pick who should survive, it'd be me obviously. My stock portfolio alone is more valuable than whatever these people owned combined."
Dec 29, 2021 6:36 am
"Hey that was cool!" the Luchador shouts across the water at the newcomer. Pointing, he continues, "With the plane? And the jumping? And now like lighting up like nothing even happened? Too cool!"
[ +- ] Dave in the Confessional
"DO YOU HAVE SOME EXTRA GUNS?" El Diablo Fuego yells louder. "GUNS WORK GOOD AGAINST THESE SHARKS! THEY MIGHT BE MUTANT SHARKS, BUT THEY AREN'T LIKE BULLETPROOF AND DON'T HAVE A HEALING FACTOR LIKE WOLVERINE!" Thinking for a moment, the hairy-armed man finishes with, "SO... YEAH. GUNS WORK GOOD! WE GET A COUPLE AND WE'LL CLEAN UP THE WHOLE HOOD! ALSO YOUR HAIR LOOKS NICE, FOR LIKE JUST HAVING JUMPED OUT OF A PLANE."
OOC:
Forgive me for this characterization, all women everywhere, and especially those in this game. ;)
Dec 29, 2021 10:57 pm
Guns!?! Woowee! Maybe if they were handing out guns then Cletus might just get one for himself and not one of those bb guns that babies use.

Cletus in Confessional

My sister, Thelma said if I talk to you then I could be a TV star and that you would pay me big money. Is that right, Mister? Am I goin be a star? Cletus chooses his moment of fame to pick his nose, Huh, mister?
Dec 30, 2021 2:58 am
[ +- ] Confession?
Last edited December 30, 2021 2:58 am
Dec 30, 2021 9:34 am
"Uh...thanks masked guy." Sasha replies involuntarily reaching up to stroke a hand through her hair. She takes another pull off her cigarette and spews smoke out the side of her mouth, as she scrunches up her nose. "Extra? Did not have space for extra. All I got left is my Desert Eagle.." She pats the .50 caliber pistol in a holster at her hip. "..And my M-16, with one clip left."
[ +- ] Confession Booth
Last edited December 30, 2021 9:40 am
Dec 30, 2021 6:33 pm
[ +- ] Confession Booth
Dec 31, 2021 2:34 am
Cletus' face fell. That new lady had no extra guns so the kid was goin get a big fat nothing! Zero! Zilch! Just like last Christmas when ma talked about how "this" Christmas was goin be special and then Jimmy John dumped her the week before stealing all her saved tips. That really blew!
Dec 31, 2021 3:20 am
You're gathered on the two neighboring trailer rooves. Small sharks rummage through the area, tearing at the corpses of the sharks and crawdads a-floating in the soupy mess. The trailers shift in the turbid water -- you don't know how long they'll stay in their spot, or if they'll collapse, or roll.

You got to get out of here, you got to make a break for safety. The water isn't lowering fast enough, and you don't know how long you have.

Collectively, you spot Jim Bellman's pride and joy, a 15' bass fishing boat. It's floating, but still tied to his trailer. It's may fifty yards away, and you can kinda see it bobbing behind a pair of big aspen where his trailer used to be. It's a long way away, and all you got is Cletus' now uninflated dingy, and Vern's air mattress.

https://i.imgur.com/92nN3Xi.png
Dec 31, 2021 3:27 am
"Sheeeit. I only got a few bullets left and this here air bed and fifty yards between us and Jimmy's boat, and them sharks pissin' in the water. Anybody got any bright ideas cuz I'm clean out of 'em?"

Vern is pacing unsuccessfully since his trailer is really bobbing now. He has finally come to the realization that they could actually die soon. He sees Crawdad's remains and it hits him hard that this ain't no joke.
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Dec 31, 2021 4:03 am
Cletus held up the deflated raft and with a gumption that can only come from a kid who has no idea what they're asking, Hey, El Diablo! I need you to blow this raft back up. I let the air out! Did ya hear it? It sounded like a fart...the juicy kind!
Dec 31, 2021 6:45 am
"I heard it little dude!" Fuego shouts back, cupping his hands in front of his mouth so he can be heard better. "I thought you were just being rude!"

Turning to the boy's sister, he quietly adds, "Good one, right? I bet your brother gots a Hersey Highway like a mile long in his drawers, yo!"

At Vern he yells louder again. "Yeah, Jimmy's boat! Maybe some of us create a ruckus in the water, getting all the sharks' attention. Then one of us swims for it! It's a good idea, right? I mean I don't mean to gloat..."
Dec 31, 2021 9:08 am
Sasha hangs the cigarette out of the corner of her mouth and swings the M-16 around on its sling and into her awaiting hands. "I'll cover whoever is going for the boat. Sharks will die, because I never miss."
Dec 31, 2021 10:08 am
"Anyone here own a ladder? We can try to make a walkway between all the trailers if we can find a ladder that's long enough. One of those expandable ones that can reach to the second or third floor of a building. If not, then yeah, we'll have to make some distractions and someone will have to make a break for it."
Last edited December 31, 2021 10:08 am
Dec 31, 2021 4:27 pm
The ladder is a good call. I'll even give you a shot at that. Sasha has a scavenging attempt, and she can delegate someone. A Raise on a Notice check and if the searcher isn't eaten by sharks, you can find an extendable ladder.
Dec 31, 2021 4:29 pm
OOC:
Don't forget that Vern has the McGuyver edge too. Maybe we can put something together!
Dec 31, 2021 7:55 pm
Qralloq says:
The ladder is a good call. I'll even give you a shot at that. Sasha has a scavenging attempt, and she can delegate someone. A Raise on a Notice check and if the searcher isn't eaten by sharks, you can find an extendable ladder.
OOC:
Sure thing. Whoever wants to get wet can have a jump in.
Jan 1, 2022 4:07 am
OOC:
Stanley is an outsider so he wouldn't know who would have one, but if one of the parkers mentions a ladder Stanley will volunteer to look for it.
Jan 1, 2022 4:13 am
OOC:
If we can get a bunch of materials together, Vern can cobble them together and make a ladder. The McGuyver edge says: may improvise temporary devices and gadgets from scraps. He's got wire, a wrench, an inflatable mattress, and his shotgun.
Last edited January 1, 2022 4:15 am
Jan 1, 2022 5:56 pm
If Stanley wants to make the dive, go for it. There is a ladder around somewhere, the locals believe. A success on a Notice check and you find something. Get a Raise and you find the ladder.
Jan 1, 2022 8:45 pm
"I ain't swimming for nothing in that water, that's for sure. A ladder though? I can get behind that idea." As much as Vern hated to admit it, he thought it was a decent idea. "But where in the God damned are we supposed to find one of those now in this mess? I seen a ladder in the park, but I'll be damned if I remember where."

With that, Vern starts to methodically train his eyes on each trailer that he can see, trying to jog his memory. He also thinks about his drive into the park. He remembers passing a ladder somewhere. but where in tarnation was it at?

Rolls

Notice - (1d8, 1d6, RA)

1d8 : (6) = 6

1d6 : (4) = 4

Jan 1, 2022 9:52 pm
OOC:
Is Vern diving then instead of Stanley?
Jan 1, 2022 9:54 pm
OOC:
No, he's looking from the safer vantage point of his trailer. Figured I'd throw in a roll anyway. Maybe he finds something he can jury rig along with what he has.
Last edited January 1, 2022 9:55 pm
Jan 1, 2022 10:25 pm
OOC:
No problem. The success may influence Stanley's roll.
Jan 2, 2022 4:04 am
OOC:
Is the boat close enough to extend an extension ladder to? I can't imagine even a 40' ladder would work or we'd have seen the boat by now. Or are we just thinking it can connect the two trailers?
Jan 2, 2022 7:14 am
"I guess it wouldn't much matter now as the water could've washed the ladder away. I'll make a quick dive to see if it got lodged on something under the water. If you see any sharks coming...make some kind of distraction." With that Stanley uncuffs his briefcase and slips as silently as possible into the water. Satisfied he didn't make too much noise, he dips below the surface.

Rolls

Notice - (1d4, RA)

(42) = 6

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Jan 2, 2022 3:59 pm
The boat is too far to reach directly by ladder, but you can get closer by bridging to the next trailer or two.

Stanley takes the cues from Vern, and slides over the side, slipping into the water. He finds the ladder, a sturdy metal ladder that folds in half. He manages to get it up and the end sticking up out of the water.

He seems to have escaped being bait.

Rolls

Does a shark notice him? - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Jan 3, 2022 7:54 am
"Awesome man, nice work!" El Diablo Fuego bellows, clapping his hands thunderously together. He grabs the ladder and hoists it up onto the trailer, then helps Jervis out of the water. "I was kinda mean before... now I feel like a jerk."

After that, Dave wastes no time trying to get the ladder extended and placed from one trailertop to the other -- so they can all get together, and then use the same method to get closer to the boat before someone dives in. The wrestler already has it in his mind: he'll be the one to make the final swim. He's stronger and faster and more masked and awesome than the rest of them put together, so why wouldn't it be him?

He starts limbering up, stretching, jumping jacks, running in place, the whole deal. His time to shine is coming!
OOC:
Just let me know if rolls are required to get the ladder and Jervis out of the water, or to place the ladder between the trailers.
Last edited January 3, 2022 7:54 am
Jan 3, 2022 8:42 am
Thelma. I'm getting hungry. When are we going eat? The kid whined while watching El Diablo do his over the top stretch routine.

Hey, Fuego. Your planning to try and make it all the way over there? Cletus sounded a little in awe but if anyone could be a hero, it was this masked wrestler. Do ya want to throw my dingy out past the last trailer so when you run and jump off you can land on it and skim across the water like when ya skippin rocks?
Jan 3, 2022 5:37 pm
Fuego nods as he warms up. "That's right little dude! Time for a refreshing dip! Just need to get a little closer to the boat, then I'm diving in. Some shark comes at me bro, I'll bust him in the lip!"

Shrugging his big shoulders, he adds, "But no man, no dinghy. That'd be, like, unmanly."
Last edited January 3, 2022 5:38 pm
Jan 3, 2022 6:31 pm
"Well I ain't shy about sharing my mattress as part of this whole plan. You want to at least get yerself on it El Diego Fuego? It might give you a better chance at not being freakin' shark bait."

As the reality of the situation really starts to sink in, Vern wants everyone to succeed.
Jan 3, 2022 6:59 pm
"Is it a manly air mattress?" Dave calls over, working out a final kink in his thick neck. "Tell me straight Vern, don't make me guess!"
OOC:
Dave is pretty bad at rhyming, it turns out.

If this goes as planned (!), picturing Dave jumping off the closest trailer roof possible, belly-flopping onto the mattress and then paddling like mad for the boat. What could go wrong? And this is provided that the ladder scheme allows access to that closer trailer...
Jan 3, 2022 7:03 pm
"Good God almighty, El Diablo Fuego. Would I sleep in anything else?!" Vern shakes his head at the insult.
Jan 3, 2022 7:17 pm
OOC:
Loving this scene. No rolls needed so far.
The plan is to cross over to a new trailer not once by twice (the first one being Dave, Stanley and Thelma first crossing to Cletus' trailer where Cletus and Vern are -- maybe Sasha too I forget where she landed), using the ladder as a fishing lure for sharks a bridge. Then from there, swim the last distance to the bass boat on an air mattress.

Are each of you going to cross with Dave, or stay where you're at (assuming that Dave, Stanley and Thelma first cross to Vern's trailer)?
Jan 3, 2022 9:10 pm
While the guys are plotting their course of action with the ladder and flotation devices, Sasha is visually calculating the best vantage point along the trailer top route to position herself to cover Dave when goes for the bass boat. She flicks a long stem of ashes off the end of her cigarette and takes one last pull off the smoking stump. "No time to waste." She interjects; thumping the butt of her cigarette in the general direction of a dorsal fin passing by. "Let's kill some big freakin' fish..."
Jan 4, 2022 11:51 am
OOC:
I think Stanley will wait so they aren't all on the same trailer. Wouldn't want to have so many eggs in one basket for the sharks to eat lol.
Jan 4, 2022 3:59 pm
"Well c'mon y'all. What are you waiting for? We ain't got all day." Vern says as he waits for the others to make the crossing to his trailer.
Last edited January 4, 2022 4:00 pm
Jan 5, 2022 5:29 pm
Cletus stood up on the trailer running his thumbs in the waistband of his pants before grabbing an imaginary microphone. On this trailer we have our hero, the masked hero who burns his opponents up with unnatural flames, EL DIABLO ENFUEGO! In the waters by the bass boat we have the evil toothy villian...ummm, I don’t know the Spanish word for shark... EL SHARKO. The crowd is going wild, folks, as the chant Diablo can be heard. The kid starts a rhythmic cadence of repeating, Diablo, Diablo!
Jan 5, 2022 8:04 pm
Sasha moves to her position and drops to one knee, as she readies herself to pop some sharks. She grins, as Cletus takes on the role of announcer and color commentator. "Nice one, kid!" She comments.
Jan 5, 2022 8:34 pm
Thelma and Stanley remain on the roof of Vern's trailer, Thelma moaning everytime the trailer rocks with some turbulence in the water.

El Diablo Fuego takes the ladder, and using his powerful muscles, lowers it slowly so that a makeshift bridge forms between Vern's and Cletus' trailers. There is a fair bit of overlap, four or five feet on each side, but the rooves are slippery. Someone needs to steady it on both ends so it doesn't slide into the water.

Athletics check to cross balancing on your feet, no check if you crawl like a worm.
Jan 5, 2022 8:54 pm
When the ladder is in place, Dave, El Freaking Diablo Mofoing Fuego, spits on his hands and rubs them together, then he goes to the far end of the trailer for the running start he absolutely shouldn't make. But he does. Oh, he does.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP go the man's boots as he runs towards the ladder, intending to cross it at top speed, placing his feet on one slippery rung after another in rapid succession as he attempts the crossing, finger guns blazing at Sasha, at bikini, at carrot-top.

"Hey we go!" he bellows, "here we go! El Diablo Fuego! Someone tell them sharks to lookout below!"

Rolls

Athletics! - (1d8, RA)

(2) = 2

Wild Die! But I'm gonna LIVE! - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Jan 5, 2022 9:36 pm
Dave runs across the ladder and as it dips under his ponderous weight, he slips on the wet rung and bangs into the ladder, then bounces into the water.

You can swim to safety, if not to dignity.

Rolls

shark notice check - (1d12, RA)

(2) = 2

Jan 6, 2022 3:25 am
The splash is enormous as Dave hits the water ass-first -- it's frankly amazing three sharks aren't already circling the man when his head breaks the surface. His entrance and launch didn't go as planned, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.

Instead of swimming for the other trailer, he sets off for the boat, his powerful and oh-so-hairy arms stroking. "Little dude! Vern! Throw me the raft!" he calls out. "I'm going for the boat! Good-looking parachute lady with the guns! Cover me!"
OOC:
Safety, schmafety! Athletics test again?
Last edited January 6, 2022 4:12 pm
Jan 6, 2022 3:46 am
Dave can try and get back on the next trailer and use the ladder bridge to get one trailer closer, or swim for it now.

If the latter, make Athletics and Stealth checks.
Jan 6, 2022 7:16 am
"Come on, El Diablo," the man says quietly to himself as he swims like he's never swam before. "You got this! It's all you! This is your chance! Your time to shine!"
OOC:
He's swimming for it now. Hopefully the gang can throw the raft / mattress to him so he'll have a floatation device... maybe represented by the Bennie I'm about to spend to reroll Athletics. ;)
Last edited January 6, 2022 7:19 am

Rolls

Stealth - (1d4, RA)

(442) = 10

Stealth Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(4) = 4

Athletics - (1d8, RA)

(2) = 2

Athletics Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(1) = 1

Athletics Reroll - (1d8, RA)

(3) = 3

Athletics Wild Die Reroll - (1d6, RA)

(5) = 5

Jan 6, 2022 8:51 am
"Sure thing Masked Dude!" Sasha assures the big hairy wrestler. She looks around for signs of incoming sharks, with her M-16 at the ready to pop the toothy bastards.
Jan 6, 2022 1:01 pm
Dave makes a swim for it, trying not to disturb the water while he crosses the submerged street. He's aware of sharks in the area, and something with tentacles.

He makes it to the other trailer before a maneater catches his scent, and pulls himself out of the water as it bumps against the trailer where his feet just were.

From here, he can nearly jump into the bass boat. However it's tied to the trailer, but floating above it. Anchored really. Probably not an issue.

Rolls

Notice checks - (1d12, 1d12, RA)

1d12 : (10) = 10

1d12 : (3) = 3

Jan 6, 2022 4:15 pm
OOC:
So which trailer did he reach? A fourth, vacant one? (He and Stanley were on one, Vern and Cletus are on one, Sasha is on a different one...)
Jan 6, 2022 4:45 pm
OOC:
That's right. The fourth one, which is the one closest to the bass boat.
Jan 6, 2022 8:35 pm
OOC:
We never really specified the trailer Sasha is on, but I imagined it was the Doobie Brother's trailer, since Cletus had made some comment about trying to go there previous to Sasha dropping in.
Jan 6, 2022 9:10 pm
"Well dang it all El Diablo Fuego. You didn't give me a chance to chuck my air mattress atcha! I caint help it if my eyes was peeled on them sharks circling around here."

"Holy sheeit, WATCH OUT out El Diablo Fuego! Vern sees the maneater bump the trailer Dave just climbed onto. "You got a shark after ya!"

Vern thought Dave was sure to lose his feet but somehow he made it. "Dayam, that was close!"
Jan 6, 2022 10:48 pm
Let's put Sasha on the third trailer, the one on the right in the map below:
[ +- ] A Map?
Jan 7, 2022 4:23 am
Thelma! THELMA! I'm getting hungry! I'm tellin' Ma that ya didn't feed me all day if ya don't do sumthin' 'but it! Watching Fuego save the day sure made one want a snack and if Cletus remembered, Ma had just got a new tub of cheese balls.
Jan 7, 2022 7:22 am
Dripping wet as he parades around the top of the otherwise vacant trailer, Dave raises his arms in victory. "I friggin' made it! Stupid sharks! Swam right in front of you! You're too busy eating what's left of old Crawdad, so you didn't even have a clue!"

At the mention of the old codger, El Diablo Fuego makes the sign of the cross, kisses his knuckle and points skyward to smiling sweet baby Jesus. "Take good care of Crawdad, little baby Jesus," he says quietly, before then booming, "Hey! Make some noise! Distract these vicious fishes! The boat is tied up and I gotta dive under. See if you can draw them off, yo!"
Jan 7, 2022 12:29 pm
Stanley begins banging and stomping on the trailer whenever Dave is ready to make for the boat.
Jan 7, 2022 4:24 pm
Cletus was sitting on top of the trailer slumped over looking pathetic like he was going to waste away if Thelma didn't find him somethingto eat immediately.
With his ginger head laying on his outstretched arm, the kid once again noticed the screen with the bleeping red lights. Immediately sitting up, Ummm, Fuego, ifin this gadget is right that shark hasn't moved! Give us a minute.

The kid then did the ultimate in kid insults. He dropped his drawers and wiggled his bare butt toward the shark, Come try to get a bite of this, ya ol' dumb shark!

Rolls

Taunt - (1d8, RA)

(5) = 5

Wild dice - (1d8, RA)

(2) = 2

Jan 7, 2022 7:55 pm
"Great day in the morning!" Vern shouts as he hops up and down on the trailer, his boots making a clanging racket on his tin roof. Hopefully this'n attract those God dang sharks. "Cletus, mind yoself now!"

What Vern isn't sharing is that he is terrified to leave the trailer and yuk it up with the tentacled sharks.
Jan 7, 2022 9:34 pm
Sasha looks around to see if she can spot a shark in the opposite direction of where El Diablo Fuego is trying to get into the water to un-moor the bass boat. She believes, if she can shoot said shark, it would draw the other sharks away from the masked wrestler long enough for him to get the boat.
OOC:
+2 for Alertness
Last edited January 7, 2022 9:36 pm

Rolls

Notice - (1d6+2, RA)

(3) + 2 = 5

Wild Die - (1d6+2, RA)

(5) + 2 = 7

Jan 8, 2022 4:05 am
The maneater that chased the luchadore circles back toward Cletus and Thelma's trailer, the top of its fin knifing through the water.

Sasha can take a shot, if she so wishes.

Dave can untie the mooring rope, it's likely just a carbiner type connection to a d-ring on the front. Or cut the rope.
Jan 8, 2022 4:26 am
OOC:
Dave doesn't have to dive under to detach the rope? Is he close enough to jump to the boat, or will he be diving in again and swimming for a spell before he gets there?
Jan 8, 2022 2:28 pm
Dave might be able to jump it. If he took a run and got a good foot placement, but it's a ways so not a freebie. Another Athletics check would be called for.
Jan 8, 2022 3:57 pm
"El Diablo Fuego I gotcha covered," Vern shouts. "I got two bullets left with the name shark on 'em." Vern picks up the shotgun and aims near where he expects the next shark to appear.
Last edited January 8, 2022 7:46 pm
Jan 8, 2022 4:04 pm
As all the distractions begin, Dave offers two enormous thumbs-up which he raises high above his head.

"Here we go! Luchador coming in, look out below!" he shouts as he gets a run-up and then tries to leap all the way to the boat!

Rolls

Athletics - (1d8, RA)

(4) = 4

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(3) = 3

Jan 8, 2022 4:18 pm
The boat rocks alarmingly as Dave's legs land in the water beside the boat, his chest and arms grabbing the side mightily and nearly capsizing it with his weight. With a superhuman wrench, he pulls himself onto the boat before his legs can be shortened by any passing maneaters.
Jan 8, 2022 7:35 pm
"Eat this, sharkface!" Sasha challenges the trolling fish with its dorsal fin cresting the surface away from the luchador. She sqeezes off a short burst of three shots, aiming for the shark.
Last edited January 8, 2022 7:36 pm

Rolls

Shoot M-16 - (1d10, RA)

(7) = 7

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(1) = 1

Damage AP 2 - (2d8, RA)

(865) = 19

Jan 8, 2022 7:39 pm
The shark's skull evaporates in the hail of lead. The water in the area becomes chunky salsa as the triangular fine slowly sinks out of sight, dead instantly but still swimming vaguely in some memory of nerve impulses.
Jan 8, 2022 7:47 pm
"Hot damn! Now aint that somethin'." He stands ready to shoot at the next threat, not to be outdone by a woman.
Jan 9, 2022 5:42 am
Dave climbs to his red wrestling-booted feet in the boat as the shots ring out, and he shouts encouragement as well. "Yeah! Take that, sharks! Sharks who can't jump like El Diablo Fuego and who can't shoot like the hot lady who just shot that one shark who never saw it coming! Yeah!"

It takes him a moment as he starts trying to untie the boat and fire it up, but he does end on a rhyme:

"Everyone get ready, we've got us a boat! We'll be livin' large if we can keep her afloat!"
Jan 9, 2022 6:04 am
Can we take it thru a drive-thru, El Fuego? I'm really hungry!
Jan 9, 2022 6:49 am
"Yeah kid, but hold your horses little dude! I get this boat working, we'll go for Krystal!"
OOC:
NOLA's nasty answer to White Castle.
Jan 9, 2022 8:49 am
Stanley can't help but pump a fist in unexpected surprise at both the luchadore's success and the chick for blowing off the head of a shark. He was always an optimistic sort, and knew nothing too bad would happen to him personally, but he was starting to be optimistic about the rabble he had been mixed up with surviving as well. Maybe when this was all over he'd treat them to a nice (for them) buffet dinner. Nothing too expensive of course. "Nice work!" he calls to them. "Where should we head first after you pick us all up?"
Jan 9, 2022 3:55 pm
Dave unhooks the boat, and the engine is a simple push button ignition. It roars to 60 horsepowers of life.
[ +- ] Jim Bellman's Bass Boat
Jan 9, 2022 5:04 pm
"Don't that beat all. I think we're gonna make it. Hey y'all! Don't forget me over here now." Vern waves his gun just to make sure everyone can see him. He also wonders if he should swim back into the trailer and grab any memorabilia he might have.
Jan 9, 2022 5:18 pm
Cletus didn't understand why he wasn't the first to be picked up. Come on! He and El Fuego were the BEST of buds and he was picking up that lady who looked like her clothes had shrunk in the dryer!?!
Jan 10, 2022 12:34 am
Indeed, Diablo putters the boat over to the trailer Sasha is on, then he brings it to a stop, stands and makes a flourish with his hand, which he then offers to her.

"M'lady! Welcome aboard!"
Jan 10, 2022 1:04 am
Sasha accepts the large masked man's offer of a meaty hand to help steady her descent into the bass boat. "Thank you, El Diablo Fuego. By-the-way, nice dive there for the boat." She takes a hop (and a jiggle) the last step into the boat, then immediately tugs on the bottom of her too short and too tight tank top. Which only makes the fabric tighter over the swell of her breasts. "Let's grab the others and get to solid ground."
Jan 10, 2022 3:38 am
While waiting for the boat to arrive, Stanley gives Thelma a side-eye to see how well she is taking El Fuego oggling the new woman.
Jan 10, 2022 3:47 am
Vern grabs his wrench in his left-hand in case he needs to whack a shark at close range over the head, and in his right-hand he holds his shotgun. If pressed he can shoot it one-handed. He is very, very ready to get into the boat and be whisked to safety.
Last edited January 10, 2022 3:47 am
Jan 10, 2022 7:51 am
"Ay caramba," Dave mutters when there's suddenly a whole lotta jiggling and tugging going on in the boat. It is all very distracting. "You are even hotter up close! I am glad to meet you," he says, extending his hand to the mysterious woman again, formally. "I am -- El Diablo Fuego! Now once you are settled and comfortable, we'll get the others. Just give me the say-so!"
OOC:
Pick 'em all up as fast as safely possible, maybe with Sasha scouting for sharkies. To Vern and Cletus first, then to Stan and Thelma. Thank you CherokeeWind, btw, for sending Dave to Sasha first. Because of course he would. :)
Jan 10, 2022 3:44 pm
Sasha gets on board, then Vern and Cletus. As Dave approaches Vern's trailer with Stanley and Thelma (who is clinging to the rich city man shamelessly, petting the fine material of his suit jacket), the water burbles and gurgles as the trailer shifts.

Notice checks from those not driving a boat please.
Jan 10, 2022 4:04 pm
"Hot damn, git on over here quick, El Diablo Fuego. She's gonna sink!" Vern's eyes go wide with fear. The idea of being gobbled by a shark terrifies him. He eyes the menacing water clutching his shotgun and wrench, ready to do battle with the tentacled sharks in case the trailer sinks and he plunges into the mouth of one of them.

Rolls

Notice - (1d8, 1d6, RA)

1d8 : (1) = 1

1d6 : (61) = 7

Jan 10, 2022 5:06 pm
OOC:
Is the wild dice always a 1d6 no matter what value the first die cast is?
@Harrington , thanks for being a good sport as I really overstepped. I should have waited to see your response but I amused myself too much by imaging Cletus ' little mouth hanging open in disbelief. He just doesn't understand that a man has to have priorities! ;)
Cletus felt the rumble under his feet. Eyes widened, It wasn't me, Vern! I swear! I didn't touch nothin'"

Rolls

Notice - (1d4, RA)

(1) = 1

Wild dice - (1d6, RA)

(1) = 1

Jan 10, 2022 5:28 pm
OOC:
That's right, the Wild Die is always a d6.
Jan 10, 2022 8:23 pm
Extending her free hand, after settling in to the boat, Sasha instinctively offers the big guy a fist bump, but instead gives his huge hand a quick shake, as their quick awkward moment looks like a game of rock-paper-scissors. "Sasha." She returns the formal introduction. "Best shot in the whole region." She adds as Dave turns the boat and maneuvers over to pick up Cletus and Vern.

She adjusts her position and brings the assault rifle around noticing the janky way the trailer is moving. "That trailer is gonna go."
Last edited January 10, 2022 8:29 pm

Rolls

Notice - (1d6+2, RA)

(2) + 2 = 4

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(661) = 13

Jan 11, 2022 5:42 am
OOC:
No problem at all, CW! I will, however, point out that two 1s is a critical failure in Savage Worlds... =]
Jan 11, 2022 10:58 am
OOC:
Critical failure? Okay, that sounds bad. Bad enough I think I will spend a Benny to reroll.

Rolls

Notice - (1d4, RA)

(1) = 1

Wild dice - (1d6, RA)

(3) = 3

Jan 11, 2022 2:19 pm
OOC:
You can't spend a Bennie on a crit. We're all gonna die. 😭
Jan 11, 2022 2:46 pm
Stanley gets his briefcase and stands up, ready to join the party boat to freedom. Suddenly the trailer begins to vibrate and the water nearby is bubbling trouble.
Last edited January 11, 2022 2:46 pm

Rolls

Notice - (1d4, RA)

(43) = 7

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(3) = 3

Jan 11, 2022 3:25 pm
While Cletus sees a sparkle in the water that can only be his bag of precious ball bearings, meticulously cleaned and ready for sling shotting, and very nearly jumps in after them, Sasha sees a large shadow moving toward the boat. To large by half to be even a Great White, and the shadow is wrong. It's got tentacles, and it's nearly at the bass boat laden with tasty snacks!
OOC:
Yeah, keep Cletus' Benny. Can't use them to rescue double 1s
Jan 11, 2022 7:03 pm
"Oh hell, no you ain't!" Vern shouts while training his shotgun on the moving tentacled shark. Waiting until he has a bead on it, he squeezes the trigger.

"HOT DAYAM! Did I blow it up? Did I?" He grips his glasses as if that will focus them better as he strains to see.
Last edited January 11, 2022 7:11 pm

Rolls

shooting - (1d4, 1d6, RA)

1d4 : (3) = 3

1d6 : (4) = 4

Damage Range 12/24/48, RoF 1, Shots left - 2 - (3d6, RA)

(5631) = 15

Jan 11, 2022 8:51 pm
"Everyone watch out!" Sasha shouts upon sseing the ominous shadow of the sharktopus. "Dr. Dumbass' pet project is headed for us. Hold on to something." She clicks on the safety harness, warps the assault rifle's sling around her wrist and forearm to keep it from getting separated from her, and takes aim at the underwater fiend. Holding her shot until she has a good bead on it.
Jan 11, 2022 8:56 pm
Cletus' hand slaps the surface of the water missing his bag of ammunition by mere inches. Hurling insults are going to go so far so instead of diving in the kid runs over to the compartment holding searching for Jim Bellman's prized tackle box. Every time the fisherman returned from Bass Pro he would hold up some big shiny lure. Some of those hooks might do some damage if they didn't get caught in the strap.
OOC:
What would I need to roll to find ammunition or a fishing pole for whacking?
Jan 12, 2022 3:25 am
"Keep that thing away," Dave says from the pilot's seat as he eyeballs the diminishing distance to the final trailer. "It's delicate business, saving people, right? Make sure that mutant octoshark knows his dinner is gonna put up a fight!"
OOC:
Just trying to cruise in and pick up our final two peeps.
Jan 12, 2022 12:31 pm
Stanley pulls his revolver and keeps it aimed at the shadowed form under the water and waits until either it breaks the surface or the boat arrives to pick him up.
Jan 12, 2022 2:04 pm
Vern fires off a shot and hits the shark thing, giving it pause if nothing else.
OOC:
It's Shaken, for now.
Jan 12, 2022 6:49 pm
"Hot Damn! Yehaaa!" Vern is practically jumping for joy but figures it's not a good idea to do such a thing in a boat. After a minute gazing at the shark thing, he frowns. "It ain't dead? Why ain't it dead?!

He takes off his glasses to clean them on his filthy sleeve, then puts them back on. "Nope. He still ain't dead."
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Jan 12, 2022 9:11 pm
Seeing the unnatural thing still moving, Sasha immediately pops off a burst from her M-16.

Rolls

Shoot M-16 - (1d10, RA)

(5) = 5

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(2) = 2

Damage AP 2 - (2d8, RA)

(15) = 6

Jan 13, 2022 2:59 am
"That's a big one, Vern!" Dave shouts over the gunfire, trying to maneuver the boat closer so they can bring another hottie aboard. Oh, and the lawyer dude or whatever he is. "You're gonna need a bigger gun, man!"
Jan 13, 2022 3:12 am
Sasha brrrps a three round burst but it just chews flesh.

Cue the Boss Fight music!

You all are up before the sharktopus. It's near the surface, near the boat.

Deck Draws

Cletus, El Diablo, Sasha, Stanley, Vern, Sharktopu
4 of Spades
Queen of Clubs
King of Diamonds
6 of Spades
8 of Diamonds
2 of Hearts
Jan 13, 2022 3:20 am
"By golly Sasha!" Vern shouts, not believing his eyes and wondering how in the hell the thing is still alive. "Well dang it, I'm down to my last two bullets."
OOC:
Benny time!
OOC:
And again. Last Benny
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Rolls

Shooting - (1d4, 1d6, RA)

1d4 : (2) = 2

1d6 : (3) = 3

Shooting (last bullet!) - (1d4, 1d6, RA)

1d4 : (3) = 3

1d6 : (3) = 3

Shooting - (1d6, 1d4, RA)

1d6 : (61) = 7

1d4 : (1) = 1

Damage - (3d6, RA)

(154) = 10

Jan 13, 2022 3:50 am
OOC:
Spending a Benny is just a reroll, so those amount to a single bullet spent. Unfortunately, it doesn't beat the Sharktopus's Toughness, so no damage done.
Jan 13, 2022 9:01 am
Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sasha fires off another burst, as the infernal sharktopus just wont die. "I know Vern! This thing should be dead by now!"
Last edited January 13, 2022 9:03 am

Rolls

Shoot M-16 - (1d10, RA)

(7) = 7

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(3) = 3

Damage AP 2 - (2d8, RA)

(66) = 12

Jan 14, 2022 12:17 am
"Holy shit!" Dave says when he sees the shadow, and then the shape of the monster. "This thing is gigantic!"

Gunfire rips and there are splashes and tracers and smoke and shell casings ejecting -- all to what looks like no effect!

Working at the back of the boat, El Diablo Fuego unmounts the outboard motor and hefts it like a chainsaw! It's still running, and the prop is buzzing like a bastard.

"Aw yeah! Come on ugly! Come give me a kiss now! Let's get romantic!"
OOC:
Let me know if a roll is required to unmount the motor, or if it just takes an action. Plan is to chop this thing to pieces if it surfaces or otherwise gets close.

BTW, we are going in initiative order, yeah? Matter less this turn perhaps because the poor mutant shark drew poorly.
Jan 14, 2022 12:22 am
OOC:
Awesome, Harrigan. Rule of Cool says go for it. The outboard motor is a melee weapon, and there is no penalty for improvised weapons. So roll Fighting and try to beat it's Parry. If so, we'll figure out damage.
Jan 14, 2022 7:51 am
Waiting for his moment as the sharktopus gets closer, and closer... Dave hefts the roaring outboard and attacks!
Last edited January 14, 2022 11:38 pm

Rolls

Fighting - (1d8, RA)

(3) = 3

Wild Die - (1d6, RA)

(64) = 10

Jan 14, 2022 3:17 pm
Wow, that's great. Not sure that a chainsaw is the right weapon for damage base. Damage will be Str+2d6+4+1d6 for a Raise.
Jan 14, 2022 3:58 pm
"Gad night a livin’! You go El Diablo Fuego. You go!" Could this be the killing blow, Vern wonders, his shotgun poised and ready if it ain't?
Jan 14, 2022 5:20 pm
Cletus had played swords with thin birch branches before with his best buds. Those long pliable branches could certainly sting and leave a whelp as they cut through the air. The fishing poles stowed away in the boat offered a similar sting and a longer reach. Death by a thousand cuts was still death even if it did take all ding done day!
Jan 14, 2022 11:42 pm
"Oh yeah!" El Diablo Fuego roars as the propeller starts chewing into rubbery grey sharktopus flesh. Blood and sinew and gore and Christ knew was else was flying!
OOC:
Oh dear. Did the GM buy Boss Shark Insurance?
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Rolls

Outboard Motor Carnage - (1d8+2d6+4+1d6, RA)

(87) + (41) + (62) + 4 = 32

Jan 15, 2022 1:17 am
The spray of blood and chunks of skin was the coolest and the grossest thing Cletus had ever seen. The red haired freckle face kid couldn't wait to tell Itchy about En Fuego's signature move and how he was there when he came up with it: the Spinning Blade of Death!
OOC:
Even the dice knew how epic that move was!
Jan 15, 2022 4:32 am
OOC:
15 Toughness, so 19 does one wound, 23 does a second, 27 does a third, and 31 does a fourth.
El Diablo Evenrude plunges the outboard motor into the Sharktopus as tentacles lash out, seizing the side of the boat and pulling it lower into the water. Blood and teeth and cartilage spray around and still he plunges it in farther, as Cletus hammers the throttle in his mind.

The Sharktopus pulls the boat lower, the water line rising, sloshing water spilling over the back, and then it dies. It sinks into the flooded 'park and the tentacles slide limply after it.
Jan 15, 2022 12:49 pm
Stanley can't believe his eyes. What the hell just happened?! An octoshark turned into chum by an outboard motor? Well that was the craziest thing I'll ever see, he thinks. "That was insane. Can't learn something like that in university," he says in grudging respect. Maybe these people aren't so worthless after all.
Jan 15, 2022 2:29 pm
"Well ain't that somethin'. El Diablo Fuego you are legend! Let's give it up for our hero! Hip Hip Hoorah! But we ain't got a motor now."

Vern looks around the boat for paddles or a trolling motor. He looks at his trailer with a measure of sadness and sighs. He had some good times in that trailer. Happy memories of binge-watching shows like Hillbilly Handfishin'.
Jan 16, 2022 7:13 pm
After replacing the outboard, or using the small trolling moter attached to the front of the boat, you can begin to move freely. The largest sharky predators have been snuffed, but you're aware that you don't know how many of the beasts remain at large. Potshots at the occasional maneater keep them from getting too curious.

You slowly get free of the Summer Gardens Trailer Park and head toward the town nearby. It isn't too long before you find the edge of the flooding, and dry ground. What caused the flooding isn't clear for now, but you're safe and that is all that truly matters.
Thank you, Weekenders, for making TPSA a fun and hilarious adventure. I had hoped for more gruesome deaths, but you rolled explosively well on damage when it was time to do so, one-shotting most of the big threats.

Until next time!
Jan 16, 2022 7:19 pm
Thanks for running it Mr. Q! It was fun being my neighbor Vern.
Jan 16, 2022 11:09 pm
Thanks for running, Q! Hopefully EDF wasn't too annoying. Well, I know he was annoying. Hopefully he wasn't crazy annoying. =]
Jan 17, 2022 3:42 am
Thank you all for allowing me to get out of my comfort zone by not only playing a new system but one where I was prepared to let my character die. Those exploding dice are fun!

My husband is going to be so bummed it's over! He was often asking what crazy red neck trouble we were up to and he never ask about my games!
Jan 17, 2022 7:58 pm
That's awesome! Maybe you will find another Savage Worlds game to play in someday. There are a huge number of settings too!
Jan 17, 2022 11:16 pm
Happy to play Savage Worlds or another game with any and all of you again!
Jan 17, 2022 11:35 pm
Hear that @qralloq?There's a Deadlands game that a new GM ghosted, with your name on it. 😉
Jan 18, 2022 12:47 am
Done! Anyone want to play Deadlands?
Jan 18, 2022 1:13 am
Darn tootin' I do.
Jan 18, 2022 2:51 am
Qralloq says:
Done! Anyone want to play Deadlands?
You thinkin' of another short venture, or something with more legs-like?
Jan 18, 2022 3:03 am
I'm taking suggestions, but a quick adventure would be my preference. Maybe longer than this one was.
Jan 18, 2022 3:38 am
I'd be up for deadlands, especially if it gets a bit more time in play.
Jan 18, 2022 3:45 am
I'm in for something a little longer, yep.
Jan 18, 2022 4:19 am
I have never heard about deadlands....is it hard to play?
Jan 18, 2022 4:20 am
That's possibly three. In planning an adventure, what sort of game length would you be interested in? Three to six months? More? Less?
Jan 18, 2022 4:28 am
Deadlands is the same system as this one, Savage Worlds. It's set in a fictional alternate history, after the US civil war, where magic and mad science are prevalent.
Jan 18, 2022 4:32 am
I'm fine with any of those if we can build some good rapport amongst our characters.
Jan 18, 2022 4:35 am
Here's how the game writers deal with some of the more problematic aspects of playing in the late 1880s:
https://i.imgur.com/A2O7zSf.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/iVWIL5H.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/MNG8spl.jpg
Jan 18, 2022 4:42 am
Okay, so it sounds like it like the old series or the newer but still old movie Wild, Wild West. I appreciate being sensitive to my heritage but I can/do laugh at stereotypes and sometimes that includes some that I am a member.
Jan 18, 2022 6:41 am
I don't want to hog your games, but I do love westerns. Why in short order my wife and I just watched The Power of the Dog (great) and Old Henry (good). For more of a horror take, enjoyed The Wind when we watched it a couple of years ago.

So I'd be in if you'll have me. Don't have the book, though. Might procure.

Edit: Provided I don't have to play The Luchador.
Last edited January 18, 2022 6:46 am
Jan 18, 2022 6:44 am
CherokeeWind says:
Okay, so it sounds like it like the old series or the newer but still old movie Wild, Wild West. I appreciate being sensitive to my heritage but I can/do laugh at stereotypes and sometimes that includes some that I am a member.
I don't know the Deadlands setting terribly well, but I think maybe a little more weird west and horror west than steampunk west. But I might be wrong!
Jan 18, 2022 7:50 am
Qralloq says:
That's possibly three. In planning an adventure, what sort of game length would you be interested in? Three to six months? More? Less?
Six months
Jan 18, 2022 1:38 pm
Harrigan says:
I don't want to hog your games, but I do love westerns. Why in short order my wife and I just watched The Power of the Dog (great) and Old Henry (good).
Power of the Dog was indeed very good. We recently watched it.
Jan 19, 2022 2:55 am
I'm easy on time frames, but six months sounds good.
Jan 19, 2022 8:53 am
Thanks for the game! The characters were amazing and I laughed out loud more than once at their shenanigans. This was the first time I have played SW since the original edition like 15 years ago so it was good to see some of the updates in action. Had a blast and hope we all play together some time.

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