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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:37 am
Now that he couldn't help but smirk at.
Hearing Scout's yelp, he began to cut a path and led them towards her position. At least the miasma was starting to thin out.
hp: 17
damage: 5
charge: 3/3
boss: 21
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chiickadee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:39 am
Scout continued to kick at the thing on her leg.
DON'T JUDGE THIS IS LITERALLY HER FIRST MISSION.
HP: 8
DMG: -- (defended Jack for 1)
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:42 am
As Jack cut forward Chris defended his back, bashing things away as they tried to close in the gap. "Hang in there, Scout."
Gotta defend that booty.
hp: 18
defense: 4 fer jack attack.
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:55 am
"<********>" More of them were coming out of the fog despite his previous assumption. That's what he got for trying to apply logic to Fear again.
hp: 14
damage: 1
charge: 3/3
boss: 20
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chiickadee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:58 am
"I'm okay!" Scout called. Just so they knew she was still alive.
HP: 8
DMG: -- (defended Jack for 2)
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 11:06 am
"Getcha head in the game, Jackass."
hp: 18
defense: 6 for jackpack
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 11:58 am
And into the game his head went, because god damn this was taking too long. Meanwhile other heads rolled, along with malformed limbs and other odd appendages...
hp: 14
damage: 12
charge: 3/3
boss: 8
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chiickadee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:03 pm
Scout kicked her foot and then fired at the creature, leaving it limp. She had heard some horror stories about monsters refusing to die, so she watched it for a few moments before turning to Jack and Chris to assist with the relief efforts.
She was somewhat dumbstruck for a moment. Watching the combination of a skilled fighter and a skilled defender was a little mindboggling.
< Ohh~ Someday you will be like that too, little one. >
HP: 8
DMG: -- (defended Jack for 3)
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:11 pm
This felt like it was never ending. They needed to start sending bigger teams on this mission, three wasn't cutting it.
"C'mon, c'mon we got this."
hp: 18
defense: 3 for jack rabbit
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:16 pm
And indeed they did. With what could have been a growl under his breath, Jack decimated the rest of what monsters he could see past Chris' defense, and he didn't relax even as he scanned about and saw nothing. His posture remained tense and his breathing heavy.
He'd forgotten how good it felt to slaughter things.
"Everyone good?" he asked after he caught some of his breath back.
hp: 12
damage: 8
charge: 3/3
boss: 0
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:33 pm
Scout's hair peeked up from behind the bench as the fog cleared. Her hair would always come first because it was so much bigger than the rest of her.
Then came two blue-gray eyes, able to see Chris and Jack more clearly amongst the rubble. She stood from the bench; her face was relaxed as ever, but the grip on her gun was too tight. It took very little to spook Scout, and this had been more than enough.
She didn't respond verbally, just nodded at the other two. She wasn't sure what the protocol was, so she just fell into line and waited.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:43 pm
"I'm good." Chris used his sleeve to wipe sweat from his temple, breathing just as heavily as Jack. He took a bottle of water out of his pack for himself, and another that he handed off to Scout.
Jack could go ******** himself.
"That's all of it, right?" He asked, scanning the area for anything else that was out to get them. Everything seemed to have been defeated, though. "Lets get our asses home so we can fill out a report and never come back."
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