Mar 30, 2025 5:10 pm
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Oh uh. Well, good and bad!Nice. A FAKE MUSTACHE. Bad and bad, I mean!
Last edited March 30, 2025 5:14 pm
Athens
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Mar 31, 2025 4:16 am
You comb through the store, wondering on how such a place could be so well preserved this far into the end times. The lights are off, and a layer of dust coats the racks, but the place seems largely as it was. And so close to Bethlehem proper…
Loucilla had assured you there was a group on the outskirts somewhere. Why hadn’t they run through this place?…
Still, you comb through the store and engage in something that’s not unlike… shopping! Real, actual shopping! The further into the store you get, the easier it is to forget about the world out there. Running through an old house, its front door beaten down, to search for cans. Meeting strange men in the woods in the dead of night, and suddenly fighting for your life…
Loucilla had assured you there was a group on the outskirts somewhere. Why hadn’t they run through this place?…
Still, you comb through the store and engage in something that’s not unlike… shopping! Real, actual shopping! The further into the store you get, the easier it is to forget about the world out there. Running through an old house, its front door beaten down, to search for cans. Meeting strange men in the woods in the dead of night, and suddenly fighting for your life…
OOC:
More to come!Mar 31, 2025 4:30 am
It isn’t until you get to The Back, where they keep all of the stock in near, ceiling-high pallets, that something begins to tickle at the back of your brain. It’s more warehouse than big-box store back here. Boxes are stacked high, and you take your time to comb through the maze of stock carefully.
Lights on…
Your flashlight illuminates the chain first, and then searches for what it’s attached to. One end is fastened to the heavy, laden shelves of the warehouse. Richard’s light illuminates a face then: gagged and wide eyed in the dark. A young woman, bound and gagged starts to murmur and thrash against her bindings.
Another face further down the shelving unit, similarly bound and gagged. Richard’s light illuminates her face too, and then her stomach. Her pregnant stomach…
A cacophony of murmuring and pleas are pressed through cloth gags, and the rattle of chains on shelf metal is almost deafening. You reach to pull the cloth from the first woman’s mouth.
"Help… us…" she says, panicked, wide eyed and panting heavily. Looking about the small space, you see no less than 12 heavily pregnant women all looking at the four of you with pleading eyes.
"Qui…" but the plea is cut off as there is an explosion of light in the warehouse! Suddenly, the whole space is cast in light from still working lights in the ceiling. You can’t help but squint and hold your hand up against the light…
"Well, I’ll be a fucking monkey’s uncle…" comes a familiar voice, accompanied by hurried footfall from all sides.
Owen, Richard and Billie-Faye suddenly feel a heavy impact at the backs of their head, as they are walloped with the stock of rifles. The pain shoots through you and sends you to your knees.
Caroline whimpers, and presses herself into the still-standing Shayna.
"And here I was thinking I’d never see you cocksuckers ever again. It’s a small fucking world, ain’t it?"
Big John steps out and into the center of the bound, pregnant women. He speaks to the armed men standing behind you.
"Keep your weapons on them! Especially this one. This fucker was the one who cut Joe’s head off!" he says, pointing an accusatory finger at Owen.
Lights on…
Your flashlight illuminates the chain first, and then searches for what it’s attached to. One end is fastened to the heavy, laden shelves of the warehouse. Richard’s light illuminates a face then: gagged and wide eyed in the dark. A young woman, bound and gagged starts to murmur and thrash against her bindings.
Another face further down the shelving unit, similarly bound and gagged. Richard’s light illuminates her face too, and then her stomach. Her pregnant stomach…
A cacophony of murmuring and pleas are pressed through cloth gags, and the rattle of chains on shelf metal is almost deafening. You reach to pull the cloth from the first woman’s mouth.
"Help… us…" she says, panicked, wide eyed and panting heavily. Looking about the small space, you see no less than 12 heavily pregnant women all looking at the four of you with pleading eyes.
"Qui…" but the plea is cut off as there is an explosion of light in the warehouse! Suddenly, the whole space is cast in light from still working lights in the ceiling. You can’t help but squint and hold your hand up against the light…
"Well, I’ll be a fucking monkey’s uncle…" comes a familiar voice, accompanied by hurried footfall from all sides.
Owen, Richard and Billie-Faye suddenly feel a heavy impact at the backs of their head, as they are walloped with the stock of rifles. The pain shoots through you and sends you to your knees.
Caroline whimpers, and presses herself into the still-standing Shayna.
"And here I was thinking I’d never see you cocksuckers ever again. It’s a small fucking world, ain’t it?"
Big John steps out and into the center of the bound, pregnant women. He speaks to the armed men standing behind you.
"Keep your weapons on them! Especially this one. This fucker was the one who cut Joe’s head off!" he says, pointing an accusatory finger at Owen.
OOC:
One damage to BF, Owen, and Richard…
Mar 31, 2025 6:13 am
No no no... This is the worst nightmare... Looks like it's time to pay for that nonchalant killing, old boy...
He winces at the pain and at the light, incapable of doing anything else for now... He takes stock of the armed men.
He winces at the pain and at the light, incapable of doing anything else for now... He takes stock of the armed men.
OOC:
how many? Are they all inside the room? 
Mar 31, 2025 3:35 pm
Shayna turns and looks at Big John. She's seen all kinds of horrors in this world and this is just one more way to show that people are capable of being worse than walkers. "Well, sugah, I do see that you finally found a way to get the ladies to stop saying no. Tie them up first. What's this about, then?"
She has a sword and a handful of packaged underwear. Not a lot of chances. Her gut twinges with remembrance of the pain she suffered the last time this man got the drop on them.
She has a sword and a handful of packaged underwear. Not a lot of chances. Her gut twinges with remembrance of the pain she suffered the last time this man got the drop on them.
Mar 31, 2025 5:18 pm
"Fuck. I knew this was too good to be true."
Startled and halfblinded by the sudden lights, he notices first one pregnant woman and then the others. Horror, shock, shame -- because he thinks about mouths to feed -- again, and overwhelming fear for himself, Owen, maybe the others. Big John had a score to settle.
His thoughts scrambling and vieing for attention are suddenly interrupted by a sharp jarring pain at the back of his head. Sinking to his knees, he tries to think about getting his pistol out before it's discovered, but his thoughts are murky. Taking a deep breath ...
you can do this!
... he yanks out his pistol and shoots at the man.
Startled and halfblinded by the sudden lights, he notices first one pregnant woman and then the others. Horror, shock, shame -- because he thinks about mouths to feed -- again, and overwhelming fear for himself, Owen, maybe the others. Big John had a score to settle.
His thoughts scrambling and vieing for attention are suddenly interrupted by a sharp jarring pain at the back of his head. Sinking to his knees, he tries to think about getting his pistol out before it's discovered, but his thoughts are murky. Taking a deep breath ...
you can do this!
... he yanks out his pistol and shoots at the man.
Rolls
RangedCombat, AGILITY, Pistol - (1D6, 3D6, 1D6)
1D6 : (2) = 2
3D6 : (336) = 12
1D6 : (4) = 4
Stress - (3d6)
(256) = 13
Mar 31, 2025 5:52 pm
Owen sees Richard springing into action. What the--?!?! he has time to think, before the booming report in the enclosed space hits his eardrums.
He drops on the ground and rolls as quick as he can, trying to put whatever low cover he can find between himself and the opponents' firearms!
He drops on the ground and rolls as quick as he can, trying to put whatever low cover he can find between himself and the opponents' firearms!
Rolls
AGILITY, Mobility - (5D6, 2D6)
5D6 : (25234) = 16
2D6 : (41) = 5
Roll Stress: - (1D6)
(3) = 3
Mar 31, 2025 5:57 pm
Shayna draws her sword and attacks Big John, trying to cut off his motherfucking head...
Sword is damage 2, bonus 2
OOC:
I suppose we're all assuming that the NPCs don't shoot us firstSword is damage 2, bonus 2
Last edited March 31, 2025 5:59 pm
Rolls
STRENGTH, CloseCombat, bonus 2 - (3D6, 2D6, 2d6)
3D6 : (632) = 11
2D6 : (44) = 8
2d6 : (15) = 6
Apr 1, 2025 2:03 am
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I'm holding fire on posting here because I thought the GM was telling us that at least three of us were completely at their mercy...Apr 2, 2025 5:23 am
OOC:
So, if we are intending to brawl it out, there are stages to those mechanics. Moving, taking cover, etc etc. If it becomes a fire fight, I believe those are contested also: comparing successes against your enemy.
Is everyone happy to commit to the brawl, in that case?
Apr 2, 2025 6:47 am
OOC:
Owen will try to get out of the line of fire (with that Move roll) if any shots are fired He won't act first, still a bit stunned from the stock blow on the head. So, his is a reaction move
Apr 2, 2025 6:48 am
OOC:
So, everything at this range is going to be close combat, even if you are using a gun! They do have weapons trained on you, and have even used them on you already! This will all be Close Combat, if you fight! And there will be opposed rollls!
Big John
Apr 3, 2025 1:55 am
Richard stands, and draws his pistol. There’s shock on Big John’s face! He can’t believe you’ve actually fucking tried it!
Richard’s pistol barks, and catches the man behind him in the leg! He collapses with a scream, clutching the wound in his leg instantly. Owen tries to slip away just as soon as everyone’s head turns towards the sound.
"You fucking c…aaaagghhhh!" he says, as the pain blossoms and blossoms again.
"You dumb fucking bitch. You couldn’t just sit down and shut the fuck up, could you?" he says to Richard, but then Shayna is pouncing at him.
"Put them the fuck down!" he says, before pulling up his own weapon, and letting it loose on Shayna! Her sword is no match for the thing, and she is riddled with bullets. Screams ring out, as pregnant woman stoop down to avoid getting shot in the chaos.
Richard’s pistol barks, and catches the man behind him in the leg! He collapses with a scream, clutching the wound in his leg instantly. Owen tries to slip away just as soon as everyone’s head turns towards the sound.
"You fucking c…aaaagghhhh!" he says, as the pain blossoms and blossoms again.
Big John
"Put them the fuck down!" he says, before pulling up his own weapon, and letting it loose on Shayna! Her sword is no match for the thing, and she is riddled with bullets. Screams ring out, as pregnant woman stoop down to avoid getting shot in the chaos.
OOC:
More to come!
Big John
Apr 3, 2025 3:29 am
bap, bap, bap, bap, bap…
Big John’s gun rings out, and Shayna is riddled. At the same time, a heavy hand is put on Owen’s collar, as he tries to make a break for it.
"God damn! How’s that for loyalty? Running out on his friends like that! Just goes to show, you never know who you’re riding with!"
Owen is thrown back to his knees with a heavy slam.
"Show them what happens when they run!" Big John says to the man behind Owen, and then he starts to immediately beat Owen around the head with his weapon.
Let’s have them roll… 2d6 each to see what happens!
Big John’s gun rings out, and Shayna is riddled. At the same time, a heavy hand is put on Owen’s collar, as he tries to make a break for it.
Big John
Owen is thrown back to his knees with a heavy slam.
"Show them what happens when they run!" Big John says to the man behind Owen, and then he starts to immediately beat Owen around the head with his weapon.
OOC:
Shayna and Owen are down.Let’s have them roll… 2d6 each to see what happens!
Apr 3, 2025 5:56 am
On her hands and knees, seeing stars from the blow to the back of her head, Billie-Faye pretty quickly sorts out that they're in a fuck-ton of trouble. The bound pregnant women are an abhorrent sight and a pretty goddamned good tip-off, but -- she's still not ready for it to be Big John. Jesus.
Spitting a bit of blood, the blonde looks at her rifle on the ground where she dropped it, several feet away. A glance and she gauges their chances, and doesn't like them. But then Richard's got a gleam in his eye, and Shayna tenses, about to go all tiger-mom. Is that because of Caroline?
"Richard, don't!" Billie shouts, but her words are lost in the thundering blast of his weapon. Owen is bolting, Shayna's sword is out and she's going after the Alpha Fuckwad. It's all sideways and as John orders their deaths, the woman has no choice.
She rises, bloody teeth bared, and pushes Caroline back. "I'm sorry sweetie, but you should fuckin' run and not look back," she growls as she pulls out the hand grenade she's been saving for a special occasion like this. Then she's running at John just a few paces behind her friend, who he shoots several times. Pulling the pin, she just growls and she tries to stuff the explosive down the man's pants.
Edit: Pushing!
Spitting a bit of blood, the blonde looks at her rifle on the ground where she dropped it, several feet away. A glance and she gauges their chances, and doesn't like them. But then Richard's got a gleam in his eye, and Shayna tenses, about to go all tiger-mom. Is that because of Caroline?
"Richard, don't!" Billie shouts, but her words are lost in the thundering blast of his weapon. Owen is bolting, Shayna's sword is out and she's going after the Alpha Fuckwad. It's all sideways and as John orders their deaths, the woman has no choice.
She rises, bloody teeth bared, and pushes Caroline back. "I'm sorry sweetie, but you should fuckin' run and not look back," she growls as she pulls out the hand grenade she's been saving for a special occasion like this. Then she's running at John just a few paces behind her friend, who he shoots several times. Pulling the pin, she just growls and she tries to stuff the explosive down the man's pants.
OOC:
Using the grenade like a close combat weapon, so rolling that. Rolling Close combat, but if you think it should be Ranged, GM, ignore the final three dice of my first roll.Edit: Pushing!
Last edited April 3, 2025 6:01 am
Rolls
Close Combat to Stuff the Hand Grenade Down Big Twat's Pants - (8d6)
(43263153) = 27
Stress - (1d6)
(3) = 3
Forgot the +1 on the roll from the grenade itself - (1d6)
(1) = 1
Pushing (one success in the bag) - (7d6+1d6)
(1454422) + (2) = 24
Stress - (2d6)
(16) = 7
Apr 3, 2025 6:02 am
OOC:
If this stands, that's two successes to stuff the grenade into his pants and hold it on his dick until it goes off. (She also messed up, so she will also take the BP8 damage.)load next