Male Human Fast hero 3/Gunslinger 1
"Right, bullets tain't workin. Let's try blades, then, eh?" Holstering his beloved gun, he draws his bladeflinger and attacks! Attack: 1d20 7=10, 1d8 1=4 "Consarn it! Isn't there a durn way out of this trap?!?"
Male Human Fast hero 3/Gunslinger 1
Joe fires at the nearest Zombie (if there are zombies close to any civvies, he'll fire at them first): 1d20+8=27, 2d6+1=7 "Take that, you damnable walking disease fact'ries!" Joe will then Step back a square and look around furiously for a way out of this kill box.
Male Human Fast hero 3/Gunslinger 1
Joe pops a shot off at the nearest zombie and then moves 30 feet into the complex (to c5) to try and find another way out of the soon to be deathtrap! Attack: Attack 1d20+8=21, Damage 2d6+1=8 "Die you lily-livered codswain of a heap of diseased flesh! Or at least, die again!" Seeing the woman nearest him, he yells at her as he passes, "C'mon lady! Ain't no time to be pussy-footing around! Run!"
Male Human Fast hero 3/Gunslinger 1
Joe wakes up with a start, his hand shooting toward his gun. He steadies himself, shaking his head, and gets up. He pulls a clean(ish) shirt over his head, slips on his boots and heads out to the nearest gate, all quiet like. On the way he checks the load on his gun and his disc flinger. His hands never stop moving, flexing and twitching his fingers as he goes.
Male Human Fast hero 3/Gunslinger 1
Joe watches as the new arrivals filter into town. He keeps his disc flinger handy, near to hand, just in case. As he walks, his head twitches, due to a nervous tic that never seems to go away. He can be heard muttering under his breath softy. It sounds like he's saying, "Watch the eyes, Joe, not the hands. Hands'll lie, Joe. Hands'll lie." |