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Scarlet is going to open fire on the raiders from above as they come up the stairwell defending against all comers.

Scarlet will deal 4-harm AP, takes -1 harm before armor and scares the absolute cr*p out of the raiders.

Dog smiles seeing Scarlet rain lead down on the raiders below. He takes a knee next to the raider she already made a mess of and looks to see if the poor bastard had any explosives.

Would I need to roll "Read a Sitch" for this?

No matter what he finds, Dog gets back-to-back with Scarlet. Looking over his shoulder at her, he asks, "How many are there, you figure?" Dog sweeps his SMG back and forth, making sure no one sneaks up on Scarlet while she's making mincemeat outta the raiders downstairs.

Stand Overwatch: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 1 = 7

Bursting through the door as the mine goes off and falling to the ground, Dog looks up to see a burly looking raider that had been lying in wait in the hut on the bridge, swinging a 2x4 at his head!

Dog clenches his teeth and rolls to the side to avoid the 2x4 cutting through the air at him. It's times like these that Dog is glad his SMG is always slung snugly at his side. Finding some semblance of balance after rolling away, he unleashes a short burst at the raider towering above him!

Alright, awesome, that counts as Acting Under Fire, so let's see you roll+Cool to see how well you can escape the blast! Then I'll share what happens to poor Trombone.

Act Under Fire!: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 1 = 9

Trombone turns to Dog, his eyes wide and his face going white. What do you do?

As Dog turns his head to ask Scarlet a question, he hears the beeping. Many assaults on many defended positions means that this biker knows what a mine sounds like. Dog likes Trombone but isn't ready to lose his legs for the guy. Dog runs for a step or two before diving away from Trombone!

Dog notices that Scarlet's head is on a swivel. He pauses after a few steps towards the roadblock and signals for Trombone to hold as well. "Hey lady," he barks, "What's got your attention?"

was looking for images and names for the "lost boys" club found this and this. I like the first image better, but I like that the second one makes a vague reference to an image/movie and they would probably have no idea what it means.

Haven't found anything to call the club, I like "motorcycle club" but your 'the Chopper' Dog.

That first image is boss! I think I'm gonna call our hangout "The Pit". It sounds a little more ominous.

"Well sh!t," Dog mutters under his breath. More audibly, knowing their would-be bushwhackers can't be far away, Dog calls out: "It's the Kings, boys and girls! You remember what happened the last time we met some of these pus$ies, don't ya? Dog makes a show of laughing while he grabs hold of his SMG. They were good for some target practice, tell you what! Hell, even the Brainer could prolly take the lot of 'em!"

Meanwhile, Dog motions for the boys to split into groups and make their way to each side of the road, unsure which way the ambush will come from. Holding his weapon close, he walks closer to the roadblock with Trombone to see if they can clear any hazards that might be hidden there.

As Chopper, you know the importance of understanding the gangs that inhabit the Twin Cities Wasteland and the surrounding Midwest. You see a crudely-painted symbol of three letters, SSK, scrawled in a few places on the encampments. The style is unmistakable. This raider checkpoint is controlled by the South Side Kings, a powerful, rival gang whose sphere of influence extends from modern-day Hopkins all the way to modern-day Bloomington. Take +1 when acting on this knowledge in some way.

This is my first game of AW. Do we mark XP when we make a roll using one of our highlighted abilities?

Dog feels Scarlet tense up behind him. He's been up and down this stretch of road before but doesn't remember this road block. He looks around for signs of the gang that's laid claim to this little patch of dirt - painted tags, jackets, weapons, whatever. "Fan out a little, boys, let's not get caught in a cluster. You remember what happened to Sludge..."

Read a Sitch: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 1 = 9

Who's in control here?

"Go 'head Navarre, give 'em a taste and let's see if that'll flush 'em out." Dog clicks off the safety on his SMG. Better safe than sorry.

Dog looks over at Trombone, noting that the scout is done gearing up. He throws up a hand gesture to send Trombone on his way. Dog turns a critical eye to the rest of his gang; looking over their gear and making sure they look like they can handle the trip. The last thing Dog needs is people comin' along who can't look out for themselves.

He hops on his chopper and revs the engine to get the engine nice and warm. He flashes a smile at Scarlet, saying "You've got the best seat in the house! It pays to ride at the head of the pack where you're not sucking down fumes."

He can tell the boys are ready to ride. They're good at hiding it, but they're antsy - if we sit here too much longer somebody's gonna get hit. He pulls up alongside Runner's jeep and calls out above the sound of roaring engines, "Are you punks ready? Let's ride!"

Some of the Lost Boys have sidecars, but I'm sure it's common knowledge that ladies are welcome to ride with Dog :P

Sidecars!: 1d8 ⇒ 2

If you're riding in a sidecar, you get to name the gang member you're travelling with!

It's easy to find Dog - just follow the sound of revving engines!

Of course things get exciting once Dog leaves the diner!

As Dog leaves the diner and heads down to rally the Lost Boys, he can practically feel the wind on his face already. It's nice having a place to lay low and not get murdered but that cozy feeling doesn't last long before the road starts callin' again.

Dog kicks open the door to the club calls out, "It's been an age we been snowed in here but not no more!" Dog walks calmly among the bikers, patting a few on their shoulders. "Who's always lookin' out for ya?" He let's the question hang in the air for a minute until somebody pipes up. "That's right freaks, the Dog's always lookin' out for ya. We got a new gig! Yours truly got a lead on some prewar loot just waitin' for us, and alls we gotta do is clobber some ferals. Get off your asses, boys, it's time to RIDE!"

I've been referring to the Lost Boys' hideout as "the club" but that's lame. What should I call it?

"The boss says I can have the day off. When do we leave?"

Also eager to do something other than sit on his ass, Dog smiles and says, "I'll round up the boys. Meet you guys down in the graveyard."

As soon as her efforts to make the Docs practice run more efficiently are stymied, Scarlet flounces over to Dog and Navarre. "You guys are murdering ghouls! Can I come with? I've got an itching to spread something's brains across a wall or two." her smooth, unlined face is simply radiant at the thought.

Dog smirks, "I've seen the mess that shotgun of yours makes! You're more than welcome to ride along if you wanna get into some trouble." Lotsa people around the Walker put on their kid gloves around Scarlet but Dog doesn't see the point. She's a whole lot tougher than she looks by his estimation and she doesn't need a biker of all people tellin' her what crazy sh!t she can and can't get mixed up in. "You had the pleasure of ridin' on my bike yet?"

"a troubled artery when white cells attack the red..." Pallor adds, putting the pâté can, now empty, in a pocket inside his robes. He slowly regards the inside of the lid as one would a fun-house mirror.

Regarding Pallor with a sidelong glance, Dog barks out a nervous laugh, adding "Ooooookay..." before turning back to Toyota.

You know from personal experience that the Great Highway is divided up into territories owned by biker gangs and raiders. It'll take you straight to the sister city of Saint Paul, where ferals have taken over.

Dog finishes his coffee, stands up, and stretches. "I guess I've got a gig. Hey, Two-Fingers," Dog calls across the room, "You still lookin' for work? Might be suicide, but at least we'll have a good time!"

Ha! Dog's making moves and putting that wasteland MBA to good use.

Nice counter offer. Roll +Hot to see how Toyota likes that idea. 7-9 is a partial success, 10+ is a full success.

Roll +Hot: 2d6 + 0 ⇒ (6, 6) + 0 = 12

Dog chuckles at Lits' perfectly justified desire to not get turned into feral food. Turning to Toyota, he ventures "I guess the boys and I could scope that out for ya... but I don't wanna owe no favors." Dog's been burned before by favors and promises.

He thinks for a minute, staring menacingly at Toyota for effect. "If I come back from my trip on the Feral Central Express, you can have your pick o' something from the haul - after me - plus a cut off the top. Or you could make an offer that doesn't make me feel like I'm diggin' my own grave."

"So the ferals just soaked up a little more sun, huh? Those nasty bastards are the ones you really gotta watch out for."

"And there's your problem, Toyota," Lits interrupts him, holding up a pointer finger as they both take seats at booths at the bar. "I know your "very reliable source." Your story would be much more appealing if it didn't come from a Ghoul. Who knows what those freaks consider 'safe'? For all we know it could be glowing with radiation down there." At this, Toyota rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"Now you're just being racist," he mutters. Lits, a black woman, narrows her eyes at Toyota, a white man, for saying this, but shakes her head and doesn't dignify it with a response. Instead, she looks around for Scarlet, presumably to order a drink. Wolf's is one of the best places for purified water or caffeine, after all.

Dog, bored and eager for some trouble, says "We used to have a ghoul in the Lost Boys a time ago. Don't recall his name, though. I think one of the boys killed him in his sleep. Didn't trust him I s'pose. Seemed okay though. Didn't try to eat anybody that I know of."

Dog nurses his coffee, scratching idly at his newest tattoo, as he tries to listen in on the various conversations taking place. He needs to find a gig, preferably not from Nikki Needles, before the boys get cabin fever and really lose their minds. He shoots a few looks around the room - not lingering too long on Pallor - and tries to look as inviting as a beefy, scarred, well-armed, biker can look.

Leaning over to Dog he asks ”You hear about anything interesting going on? Need to make a little scratch for barter, Realize you got the lost boys to worry about but throw an old friend a bone, me and stoner here can help out.”

"You and me both pal," Dog chuckles. "The boys haven't had much paying work since winter blew in. The heat makes people want to kill each other and that's good for business. The snow makes 'em want to stay indoors, curl up, and die." Looking over his shoulders conspiratorially, Dog says, "Tell you what - I'll bring you in on the next job we get if you'll do the same. We've got the same ink, after all..."

Runner, you've got the most Hx with me. Pick a stat, any stat.

Dog, on your way in and out of the compound you flash a small dog-tag-sized I.D. card that's built into your wristguard at the scanners located at key locations around Walker Hold's exterior walls. Volcano set up the security around the Stronghold such that the autoturrets didn't fire at you if you I.D'd yourself. Tech's pre-war but built to last.

It's a good day when Dog doesn't get reduced to quivering meat bits by robot guns. He's got a grudging respect for Volcano ever since the grouchy bastard put Dog in his place a while back. Dog paid the price with his men for that, but what was he gonna do - waste the only Savvyhead we've got in this sh!theap? People doing their part to keep things working is why Dog keeps coming back to the Walker and not moving on to wherever.

At first running the gang was great. Stuff was tight. Gigs were plenty.

But after a while, my personal sh!t started taking precedence. I abused my position by sending guys out to run down a lead or a rumor about my past. I had also scored a four-wheeler and was out for days in it on 'personal business'. They eventually figured out these missions had nothing to do with Gang Business and began the slow mutiny.
How did the final confrontation go down?
Were you a long-time member or fairly new?
Apparently we don't kill each other on sight so what arrangement did we come to?

I was a long-time Lost Boy. As one of the few who knew how to read, I looked out for some of the others and made sure they got their fair share. More and more of 'em started looking to me when you made yourself scarce. One day, you came back and I said you were out - that was that. Not very exciting. Sure, I had a crowbar and two dozen whack jobs at my back, but I think you just weren't invested in the life anymore. You clearly had other things on your mind.

Now I don't know if you came to regret your decision to walk away, but that's the past, man, and we don't live there no more. If you want the Lost Boys to run errands for you, you gotta pay just like everyone else. Only difference is, you still got our ink. Runner/Navarre, what does that mean?

The Lost Boys make their home in what used to be the Friedman and Target galleries on the lobby level. Part flophouse, part clubhouse, this spot gives the boys a warm place to sober up. It's also close as can be to where their bikes are parked down in the graveyard - the underground parking garage, P1.

As usual, Dog's up early. Most of the boys are sleeping off the good time they had last night as he makes his way out of the club and down into the graveyard. Dog would make the boys sleep down here if it wasn't so f#cking cold. He starts his bike and enjoys feeling the engine purr while he deeply inhales the acrid petrol fumes. Once the dizziness sets in, he slams his boot into the clutch, hits the throttle, and rockets out into the cold morning air. After doing a couple laps around the Walker, Dog is awake and ready to deal with whatever bullsh!t today's gonna bring.

Walking back past the club, he decides to let the boys sleep. No need to get on their cases until we've got a gig, and god d4mn do we need a gig. Dog makes his way up to Wolf's and grabs a stool at the counter. He looks around to see if Scarlet is working. Anybody that back-talks Dog usually catches a boot in their teeth but from Scarlet he doesn't mind it too much.

Chief, is instant the best you got this morning?

Dog, you mentioned that your gang is in a significant debt to someone very powerful in the Twin Cities wasteland. This is your opportunity to jump in with some worldbuilding.

Tell me about this powerful individual or group that you owe a debt to.

People think leading a pack is all about pickin' where to drink that night or decidin' how many boys are needed to beat the snot out of someone. It is that, but you also gotta know how to run a business. When leadership of the Lost Boys "transitioned" between Runner and me, I inherited all the bastard's debts. Sneaky son of a ghoul had been makin' a lotta promises he either couldn't, or didn't wanna keep.

Nikki Needles helped me to get outta that mess. She's a wanna-be Hardholder putting together some territory in St. Paul, south of the river. It takes a lotta jingle to build an empire and she got hers cornering the drug market in this burned-out corner of the world. I don't know why she decided to give me a hand, but she must figure I owe her more than one cuz she's been calling in favors for months now.

Which one of you have I been watching carefully, in secret?

Pallor, you've been keeping a close eye on Dog, though only you know why.

Dog's Hx
1. Which one of you used to ride with my gang? Navarre “Two-Fingers”, Runner
2. Which one of you figures that you could take me in a fight, if it came to it? Scarlet Tyler
3. Which one of you once stood up to me, gang and all? Seth “Volcano” Hafner, Runner

Scarlet's Hx
1. Who can I trust? Chief, Seth, Dog
2. Who can’t I trust? Navarre, Dust, Runner

Chief's Hx
1. Which one of you do I find most attractive? Dust
2. Which one of you is my favorite? Scarlet

Navarre's Hx
1. Which one of you once left me bleeding, and did nothing for me? Runner
2. Which one of you has fought shoulder to shoulder with me? Dog
3. Which one of you is prettiest and/or smartest? Scarlet, Seth

Dust's Hx
1. Are any of you my followers?
2. Which one of your souls have I seen? Navarre

Runner's Hx
1. Who has been with me for days on the road? Chief, Dog
2. Who once got me out of some serious sh!t? Seth

Seth's Hx
1. Which of you is the most strange? Dust
2. One of you is the biggest potential problem? Navarre

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Scarlet, you can trust Dog - he likes a woman that can handle a weapon. He won't double-cross you unless given a reason to.

Navarre, we fought shoulder-to-shoulder loads of times. Why'd you leave the Lost Boys?

Runner, we've spent time on the road together. You're damn right I took the Lost Boys from you. What were you doing that led me to lead a mutiny?

Dust, Dog ain't a zealot but he might number among your followers. What would he hear you preaching about?

There's a lot of Hx questions and answers following around, even multiple answers! I'll try to pull together a summary post of everyone's Hx because I'm having trouble following what's what.

We can try doing Hx here...

Dog rides at the head of a pack of 30 murderous bastards; the Lost Boys. Lucky for him, they're generally well-disciplined. He's tried to run his gang like an military unit - with varying levels of success - ever since reading an only somewhat f#cked-up copy of Starship Troopers that he found lying around.

Dog's always looking out for #1, but he looks after his Boys too. He's got nothing without them at his back, after all. One of these days he'll have enough firepower in his merry band to secure someplace defensible and kick back... until then though, a lot of skulls are gonna get bashed in. A guy's gotta make a living.

Which one of you used to ride with my gang?

Which one of you figures that you could take me in a fight, if it came to it?

Which one of you once stood up to me, gang and all?

Oddments:
silver chain (1 barter)
broken pocket watch (1 barter)

I'm going to carry a mostly destroyed book instead of the silver chain.

Okay, I think I created an alias and profile the right way... testing!

Is there a way to subscribe to a thread so you get an email or something when there's an update?

CHOPPER

Name: Dog

Look: man, scrounge biker wear, rugged face, calculating eyes, sturdy body

Stats: Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot=0 Sharp+1 Weird-1

Moves:
Cool: do something under fire
Hard: go aggro; sucker someone; do battle
Hot: seduce or manipulate
Sharp: read a sitch; read a person
Weird: open your brain

Chopper Moves:
Pack alpha: when you try to impose your will on your gang, roll+hard.
F#&+ing thieves: when you have your gang search their pockets and saddlebags for something, roll+hard.

Gang: (2-harm medium 1-armor)
+ your gang's well-disciplined. Drop savage
+ your gang consists of 30 or so violent bastards. Medium instead of small
- your gang is in significant debt to someone powerful. Vulnerable: obligation

Gear:
Bike: (power+1 looks+1 1-armor weakness+1 massive 0)
Strengths: fast, responsive
Looks: roaring, muscular
Weakness: guzzler

Weapons:
crowbar (2-harm hand messy)
smg (2-harm close area loud)

Oddments:
silver chain (1 barter)
broken pocket watch (1 barter)

Fashion:
Padded and reinforced biker gear scrounged from a$$holes who didn't deserve it (2-armor)