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[Hunter] The Field Project
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"Well, we're going to have a hell of a time getting out without hitting a security checkpoint. I wonder if there's anything the guy scurrying off left behind."
He looks over the door holding them inside, "You think me and hot seat back there could pry it open?"
The room is actually very barren, outside of the pods and the computer there's really nothing in here.
"Can anyone think of anything else around here that isn't disgusting but useful?"
He looked to Bo, motioning to the handle. "I figure this would open it. But if you think you can open it without bringing the police in here, I think that might be preferable."
Esmer smiles brightly.
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He takes up a position at the door, "One you boys want to help me with this?
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The scene they see... well, it's a scene. It is quite... a scene.
Blood everywhere. There's bullet holes and huge... claw... marks on the walls here and there. Some of the other "Live Asset" labs have their doors open.
The hallway was the scene of some horrific battle, and it left casualties.
Four bodies are strewn about the hallway. Wait, no, three bodies. Those two pieces came from the same guy.
Two of them are dressed in black fatigues, and have body armor (although the body armor is basically worthless now, having been shredded to pieces).
Submachineguns lie next to their bodies, and one of them still has a pistol strapped to his thigh (His thigh, and the rest of that leg, is on the other side of the hallway from the rest of him, however).
The third body? It's dressed like a scientist. Labcoat, teal scrubs underneath, and a horrible monster gnawing on his throat.
What's the monster look like? Well, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here's about 1k:
The creature looks up at you. It howls and gets up to lunge.
Roll Initiative.
"Jesus FUCK!" Jack exclaims at the carnage, and the beast springing at them; "Close the goddamn door!"
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Esmer staggers away from the door, cupping her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming, or vomiting, or both.
Quickly assessing the situation, his brain racked up a bunch of different possibilities for outcomes for what to do. The one thing he could come up with in time:
"WE FOUND THE SECURITY! LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!'
"Christ, that is not good"
1d10+6=10 Initiative: 10
I have decided that initiative orders will just fuck up the game.
So, this is round 1. The monster is going to go at some point.
Each of you can move around and take 1 action.
Go in whatever order you feel like, fuck it.
Before shitting his pants at the giant, angry thing howling at them, he tries to make some sense of the situation.
Sure, it's big, and has claws, but something bigger and with bigger claws was the one that did this damage. Whatever that was, it's not here right now.
Thinking back on the map, Paul realizes that they are in the hallway outside R7, and that the doors to R2, R3, and R4 are open.
Also, he notices that the pry job that was done on the sliding doors to R7 knocked them off the tracks, and now it will be near impossible to close the door with any sort of promptness.
Zen, that did not take up your action, you can still do something.
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"Before anyone asks: I died and I made myself king! Shoot it if it makes an attempt to try to kill us, but this thing did not kill these guys!"
Paul runs over to one of the guards to try to get any sort of clearance and any small equipment he can quickly pry off of the guy, especially anything that might stun someone or something.
Roll to shoot monster. Oh please god work. (8d10.hitsopen(8,10)=0)
Bo immediately remembers why he stopped going to church.
Wild Punch: Brawl + Strength = 3
This is an opposed check. Smart Hero, attempt a Brawl + Strength check to score a greater number of successes than our good friend here, who rolls 3 successes.
If you score less than him, you are grabbed.
If you score greater, you manage to evade his grasp.
"FUCK GET IT OFF ME!" Jack screams, panicking.
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Lifting Jack off the ground, it howls again.
(That's the monster's turn for this round. Any attempts to shoot it from this point on stand a chance of hitting Smart Hero so long as it is grabbing him).
EDIT: Forgot something:
You also find a black... device, of some kind. It looks like, well... it looks like a black lightsaber handle from Star Wars is what it fucking looks like.
However, you can see that no light-beam is going to shoot out of this thing. It's got a pointed spike mounted inside it, and a spot for an air canister on the pommel (which is currently filled). If you pull the trigger, that spike is going to shoot out of that thing. Doesn't look like it'd shoot far, though, you'd basically have to have it against someone.
The spike? It's made of wood, for some reason.
He tosses the odd device over to Hank giving it to him to presumably use on the weird creature.
Get up close and shoot that fucker with this! It's weird looking and so is that thing, so maybe we got a winning combo!
is this brawl or weaponry + str or dex ?
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He presses it against the creature's back, and pulls the trigger.
A loud "snap" noise is heard as the wooden stake rails out of the handle and dives deep into the creature, penetrating flesh and bone to pierce it's heart from behind.
It freezes, dropping Jack, and makes a pained groan before it collapses into smoldering ashes between Jack and Hank. What was once a horrifying beast is now a pile of smoking dust.
The device, which now has a nine inch stake sticking out of the end of it, appears to have used up the entire compressed air cartridge in that shot.
Hank doesn't pause for too long, and pulls a pair of pants and boots off one of the guards before going for the pistol strapped to the leg on the other side of the hall.