Appalachee Jihad

Game Master Patrick Curtin

Coca Cola wrote:

I was worried it might be shooting rockets or something.

Hmmm ... a turtle that shoots rockets ..hmmm

Scribbles revisions in his notebook

Probably best to ignore this though . . . for a number of good reasons.

Rocket shooting giant turtles. Bionic dinosaurs. There was this boardgame that Gamma World spawned called Gammarauders. Comes to mind.

Mutant Monkey wrote:

Coca Cola wrote:

I was worried it might be shooting rockets or something.

Hmmm ... a turtle that shoots rockets ..hmmm

Scribbles revisions in his notebook

Probably best to ignore this though . . . for a number of good reasons.

LOL!

Chiro you can shoot this round, then we can figure out who else can bring the pain to Terrapin Station.

"I should have brought a rocket launcher, oh well!"

Had a 21 to hit, damage is 2d8= 2d8=13

The bullet strikes the turtle, casuing it to roar. It snaps at Chiro, but is unable to reach the nimble batboy.

When Germain gets to the ground level she'll have a quick scan for the turtle or anything it might be looking for.

When Germain gets to the ground level she'll have a quick scan for the turtle or anything it might be looking for.

Roll me a Spot

Roll me a Spot

Spot (1d20 8=28)

Blam! I wish there were critical successes.

Germain:

Chiro is aghast at the obvious heavy armor of the beast. Perhaps he can lead it away?

"Hey big soup can! Up here!"

Chiro will switch to bursts and rattle the creature's shell while hovering out of reach, trying to face it away from his compatriots.

Looking to give any kind of bonus to other peoples actions. Maybe we found it's nest and its trying to protect it's eggs?

Supposing the team has a radio or walkie-talkie Germain will immediately contact them with her findings. Otherwise Germain dashes out of the building and across the street to shout up at the others.

"Looks like this thing has a nest or something," Germain says (or shouts as the case may be), "I got eyes on a mound near it's current vector. Give it room and it might leave us be."

<Coca keeps it in his sights but does not fire.>

Chiro is aghast at the obvious heavy armor of the beast. Perhaps he can lead it away?

"Hey big soup can! Up here!"

Chiro will switch to bursts and rattle the creature's shell while hovering out of reach, trying to face it away from his compatriots.

Looking to give any kind of bonus to other peoples actions. Maybe we found it's nest and its trying to protect it's eggs?

Actually my description was kinda misleading. you DID hit it, thats what made it mad.

Back and up to date.

*ghng* Roach rolls out of his bunk, grabbing his Ak. "What the f&#k is goin' on? Who's shooting at who?"

Sherman staggers over to the window not fully awake, can he see anything from the ground floor or is he going to have to get higher (elevation not drugs).

Eva will also try to survey the situation and determine what to do.

"Hum. Starbuck's. Not many of them standing. Cheap consturction."

Sorry been caught up in OTD madness. I will post up a map if you guys intend on making turtle soup.

The giant turtle snaps at Chiro. He could most likely lead it wherever he wanted.

A reflex save, saaaay DC 15 to remain out of range yet in range to keep Toby's attention if you want to lead him on.

Not getting bit is a major goal of the bat.

Reflex save +9, 1d20 9=21

Leading it away from the building, towards the water.

The giant turtle turns and hisses, following the interpid bat out to the edge of the Neticut with heavy treads.

OK, what would you like to accomplish?

As Chiro leads the turtle away, Roach sprints over to the freshly dug pile and checks it out.

<Provides cover for Roach.>

Spot: 1d20+9=15

Roach darts over to the dug pile. The bellows of the turtle fade into the distance as Chiro leads it towards the river. It is as expected, a mounded field of eggs the size of watermelons. Roach can see the broken shell of one sticking out of a recnetly unearthed mound.

Roach runs back to the group. "We've gotta get the hell outta this location. There's a gazillion turtle eggs right in front of us, and the mommy turtle's gonna be back. Let's leg it while Chiro's got her busy."

"F+&~ing fabulous."

<Grumbles, slips Nixon back into his case, and heads downstairs with his pack, throws it all onto the Colonel.>

Sherman stubbles around, still half away, trying to gather his gear up.

"Someone bring down my sleeping bag," Germain calls up from the stairwell.

The small woman quickly saddles her mount as well as quickly looking after any of the other mounts she can reach.

Eva colects her fellow femme fatal's gear, she saunters downstairs and mounts her cougar, "Ready to ride" Eva chuckles to herself in a stuttering binary cadence at the look of her sleepy companions, having completed her rest cycle che feels energized...literally....

OK, I will move this along.

Chiro manages to lure the large terrapin back into the water. The others decamp and move along. As soon as Choro feels he has given the others time to move he flys quickly away, leaving the peturbed turtle bellowing in the reeds.

The group finds another similar building they can stop at if they wish

Hey dudes, I spent a good part of yesterday in the hospital and feel a little f~#*ed up due to the stomach flush.... explanations will follow. And I may be a deadbeat poster for a day or two. I'm gonna cut and paste this message into all my threads I feel so crappy now.

Back to life.

Yay life! I'm going to advance the story, since this encounter kinda went wanky ...

After tussling with Toby the pituitary terrapin, the group finds another place to crash for the evening. They awake to a hot, cloudy day. The ruins seem silent, and three more days of travel stretch before them. The ruined tops of the huge skyscrapers dot the skyline like so many rotted teeth.

If you want to do anything special let me know. I'd like a riding order, and also a Spot/Listen check from everyone

What did you poison yourself with? And how? I am always curious how easily that can happen. I had a buddy who almost drank a mixture containing caustic soda once because it was stored in a lemonade bottle. Apparently that would of killed him or burnt his throat out.

Day 1 - testing some glue in my office, someone leaves about 25 ml of isopropanol in a water glass - using a water glass because we don't have any beakers in this part of the building.

Day 2 - I'm busy. Top up the isopropyl glass with some water. Drink half (roughly 5% of the lethal dose for humans probably absorbed in the next minute - on an empty stomach). Taste it. Remember the test. Go to bathroom. Try to puke. Can't. Drink more clean water. Puke prodigiously. Isopropyl water in nose. Bleeding in nose. To hospital. Stomach flush. Nurses bungle stomach flush. Gagging causes ruptures in the whites of my eyes turning them red and giving me that Satan worshiping devil summoner look.

Day 3 - Sleep. F$&& around. Hangover.

Day 4 - Liver and kidney function tests indicate I've been drinking but am otherwise healthy. Eyes get checked out. Doctors suggest that the poorly administered gastric lavage was more dangerous to me than the poisoning itself.

spot, listen (1d20 8=15, 1d20 2=9)

That's bad luck man, let's hope that there's no long term damage so we can all laugh about it later.

Listen: 1d20+8=19, Spot: 1d20+9=27

Spot +10;1d20+10=24
Listen +8; 1d20+8=27
Sorry to hear about the poison man. My aunt was an artist and worked for decades with clay and pottery. She found out the hard way that most of the stuff she handled with her bare hands all those years was considered toxic.

Listen 11+6=17, Spot 13+12=25.

As the group rides through the ruins, the early morning heat begins to grow. Over the mountains of the valley's sides several dark cloud masses are forming.

Spot 15

Listen 15:

Spot 20:

Listen 20:

Spot 25:

Listen 25:

"I hear some live metal moving around. Some kind of machine. No, not you Eva."

Chiro will ready his Ak-47 just in case.

"I saw that. Was it some sorta techno-squirrel?" Roach pulls out his AK as well.

Spot then Listen (1d20+7=27, 1d20+0=15)

"What dat up der?" Sherman points out the whirlling wall crawler to the others with one of his arms, while he readies guns with the other three.

<Readies Agnew.>

Germain, not wanting to admit that her human eyes aren't as sharp as her companion's mutant eyes, nods at her companion's observations.

"There sure is something there," She says with an innocent sounding giggle as she readies her rifle, "I don't think it looks like a squirrel though silly."

Germain isn't sure what it is, but she's relatively certain that someone wouldn't build a mechanical squirrel. People don't fund that sort of thing . . . even at the height of testosterone driven cold war.

The building where the thing was seen is about three blocks from your position if you wish to investigate. Ohterwise you can continue on.

"Anyone wanna scope out them little robots? I'm kinda curious myself."

"I will check it out."

Chiro with get off Creeper and start sneaking toward the building. Its daylight right? Staying on the ground for now.

"I have no problem with little robots," Germain says, "except when they're just scouts for big robots . . . then they're kinda scary."

"Aye i and marley would gaan fe bed fe check dem out, there could be supm of value" Marley drones as his free hand fiddles unconsciously with his lighter.

<Coca nods and follows on foot. The Colonel tags along behind.>

"Deal me in."