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"Perhaps, she needs an exam... just to be on the safe side."

My hair used to be that long.

Must maintain mental stability....

"Right behind you!"

Johnnie follows behind Sarge, concerned about the latter's mental health.

Patrick looks about for anything amiss

Spot: 1d20-1=0

The horrid image of the mutating old man still shorts out Patrick's brain. He hums to himself

"I'm a tumor, I'm a tumor ... oh oh oh I'm a tumor."

"Sarge, get a hold of yourself! Remember your training!"

Juan 'Johnnie' Rico wrote:

"Sarge, you have a light?"

You gonna pull off your mask and have a quick puff?

No. I intend on torching the place.

"Best we never know," answers Johnnie, as he reloads his shotgun. "Gather whatever useful items and lets get out of here."

"Sarge, you have a light?"

Hey, Kruelaid, you're up early.

No rolls necessary. It's slow.

Johnnie fires head shot after head shot until the thing stops moving.

Thank you internet is all that I will say. The movie reminds me of the 2-fisted god of guns prc.

The radio suddenly blares a catchy tune.

"Blast it! Before it spreads!"

Kruelaid, tell us if you need a roll.

Johnnie chambers a shell and starts blasting away.

"I know I'm a doctor but the hippocratic oath didn't cover this situation."

Johnnie loads the shotgun with more shells.

"It would be a mercy to end it."

Johnnie follows Sarge.

Advanced Happy New Year everyone.

For Kruelaid

Samantha Bastian wrote:

"Thanks. Please tell me it doesn't need stitches..."

Johnny nods his head ambiguously.

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"Sam, you're going to need some stitches aside from the alcohol."

"Sam, you're hurt! Lemme take care of that!"

Alcohol at the ready.

Marikina Vice, citizen. Now reach for the skies.

Kruelaid

"Citizen, we have here a warrant for your arrest. Come peacefully and you shall be accorded proper treatment."

"I'm coming, Dave!"

Johnnie fires off a shot against the Iron Chef.

1d20+5=18, 2d8+1=10

Johnnie fires a headshot at the Iron Chef.

1d20+5=21, 2d8+1=5

We're running.

Ouch!

Johnnie moves away from the Iron Chef.

Can I take a shot without hitting the Sarge?

Juan 'Johnnie' Rico wrote:

Samantha Bastian wrote:

Juan 'Johnnie' Rico wrote:

Son, it's time to earn you stripes! Join the Mobile Infantry!

Mobile Infantry made me the man I am today.

I hate to tell you this but you're a girl, Sam.

Not after the Mobile Infantry was through with her. :P

he he he

Juan 'Johnnie' Rico wrote:

Son, it's time to earn you stripes! Join the Mobile Infantry!

Mobile Infantry made me the man I am today.

I hate to tell you this but you're a girl, Sam.

Son, it's time to earn you stripes! Join the Mobile Infantry!

Running Jump 1d20+1=13

For Kruelaid

Running away here!

Johnnie again sends a head shot at Iron Man.

1d20+5=16, 2d8+5=12

"Let's go, Sarge!"

Kruelaid, is it possible to unload four shots into iron man before he reaches me?

Sarge, you still have your axe?

Off to the kitchen then. I don't think you can keep up with Judd.

"Jesus!"

Runaway!

Johnnie tries to head shot Iron Man.

Attack and Damage Rolls
1d20+5
12+5 = 17
2d8+1
5,4+1 = 10

He then runs after the rest of the gang....

Init at 19.

"Sarge! Is that a Z?!" Punches the close door button.

Welcome back, Kruelaid.

Mothman, what's the level on Age of Darkness?

"No elevator music...."

Johnnie pointing the shotgun at the elevator's doors, "Ready once these doors open."

Patrick looks askance at Cord.

"You start feeling hungry for raw meat bro, sound out. I'm sure Johnnie at least has some happy pills to let you go out easy."

Elevator open yet?

"What happy pills? Oh, those...."

I wonder who?

"Right behind you, Sarge."

Johnnie aims the shotgun in the direction of Cho's apartment. "Ready to go in?"

Johnnie reloads his shotgun. "There can be more of those things."

<Cough>

"Is it over?!"

"What?!"

Perception (1d20+8=14)

Johnnie adjusts his aim. Head shot.

Attack; Damage (1d20+4=21, 2d6=8)

Johnnie moves away from the incoming Zs and positions himself to a flanking position, if possible.

Johnnie positions himself facing the door but with his back to the wall and blasts the nearest Z. "Hold them at the door! We can't allow them to get out!"

Atk; Dmg (1d20+4=17, 2d6=7)

Group Initiative (1d20=18)

This places Johnnie at 24.

Johnnie braces himself for the booming report of the Beowulf. "If we don't die from the Zs, we sure will from ruptured eardrums! What?!"

A 13.

"All clear, I guess."

Johnnie points the shotgun forward.