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Drift 0:00 | XP ●●●○○» | 1-barter  Drift clambers half out of the destroyer, sitting in the window so she can look this relic in the eye. "Blood, Grandfather." She takes a long drag on her cigarette. "Blood and death. Heard the Parson put out a call for gun-hands and road warriors. Heard he was having a reckoning with War-Al. Heard there was killing to be done." Drift drags that smoke down until her cancer stick is a glowing nub, and flicks the sad remnant away, off into the shadows. "We hear wrong, Grandfather?" Read a Person (+sharp): 2d6+2 10 Got 3, spending one right off: • how could I get your character to let us in?
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 0:00 | 3-armor | 1/5 XP | 2-barter Drift says it more eloquently than I could. She's also telling a pretty good lie of omission. There will be blood, but it will be the blood of A-Town. I bide my time, and contribute to the conversation by my presence. Guess y'all don't need my help on those rolls, drat
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The Keymaster 0:00 | 1-armor (Divine Protection)| XP 2/5 | 3-barter  I laugh. "Because you can't! I mean, sure, you could kill me personally, but do you honestly think I'm the first person to ever hold the title of Keymaster? The People would be gone into the wastes before my body hit the floor, a new selection ritual would be performed, and you'd have a martyr on your hands, on top of all the other poo poo you're dealing with. And all the poo poo you're going to be dealing with soon - you see it, don't you? Do you have any idea what you're walking into here?" My face turns serious. "In fact, I think that may be why you haven't killed me. We both have bigger fish to fry right now. Whether you realize it or not, you have been caught up in one hell of a storm brewing. Hell, you notice my followers haven't actually stolen anything from you yet, or organized any major demonstrations or work-stoppages or sabotage or whatever the gently caress else people always attribute to us? It's not like we couldn't, either - poo poo, man, look at how receptive an audience I've been finding out there. If I was trying to launch an uprising here, Colonel, I could have done it already." A long, tired sigh, as I kick the chair back and balance it on the two rear legs, looking at the ceiling. "Look, people call me a fanatic, and they're right. The poo poo I preach, that's not just rhetoric, okay? I actually believe all of that stuff. People are meant to be free, to have free movement across the land, free access to shelter and resources, and it's all the barriers the Old World threw up to keep people in place that killed the world. We've found a way to break down those barriers, to unlock all the doors - even the ones we didn't realize were there, the ones in our heads. There's real power on the other side of those doors, power that can't be harnessed by one person alone. I can catch glimpses of what's on the other side by myself, but to really unlock that door, I need the People. When we dance, and make our music, it leads us to the Keys - they're real, buddy, they're loving real, I didn't believe it until my first dance when I was still a petty thieving punk all those years ago. And when we opened the door when we first arrived at Mercy, I saw...something big on the other side. Something really big. The kind of thing that shakes the world to its foundation, the kind of thing that can really, massively upset the balance of power. And Mercy is a part of it - not 'will be' a part of it, is a part of it, right loving now." Letting the chair fall back to the ground, I lower my glasses enough to peer over them, and fix Lin's gaze with mine. "We're not on the same side, you and I; far as the People are concerned, you're just one more boss in a long line of bosses, and I'm inclined to agree with them. But you're not a stupid boss, and I think you understand that we are not the biggest threat here. The storm is - and I intend to ride that storm out."
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ROADSIDE, the Faceless 0:00 | 2-armor (Proper Signage)| XP 3/5 | 0-barter  Consider the Jersey Boys. Hideous Mitch is finishing rubbing the grit off his face; he drained his boils last night, and he looks fresh and new. Jangle and Smiler are laying around like cats. Meat Machine never let them relax it seems. Bricks, Mika, Three-Nut, Jezza, and all the others look like they're not sure what to do now that they've spent a night without beating themselves or someone else to hell and back. ROADSIDE smiles, and Madysyn blanches. "Yes. Jersey's will brought us here. This is why, this is why. Transform the animal, save the People." He pounds a huge hand on his chest plate, the Stop sign clanging clear in the morning air. "Listen up, and listen sharp. Jersey brought us to this land of water and food, beds and baths. Now some filthy Animals are coming to take it from you, and burn it down to ash and scrap. Jersey said he had a purpose for you and This Is It. Prove that you're People, defend what you have. Trust in Jersey. He trusts in you. I TRUST IN YOU. SHOW THESE ANIMALS HOW PEOPLE DEFEND THEIR HOMES." ROADSIDE stomps the ground and pounds on his chest plate again. All at once, the Jersey Boys and ROADSIDE cheer. "Jersey is right! Jersey is Wise!" They grab knives, chains, bottles of guzz and rags, and other implements of pain and blood, and then scramble off to the walls, to meet the coming war. Pack Alpha: 2d6+3 15  LEADER OF MEN (hard XP)
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0:00 | 3-armor | 1/5 XP | 2-barter "Your fortunes are truly about to change, abuelo. The market of this forsaken town still holds many riches, and you will have your treasure; artifacts, food, weapons. There are three Riders now, and there is bounty beyond our capacity, need, or want. The same is true of four Riders. Open the gate and give me your Parson-medal to crush; a Rider you will be considered for now." What's happened to my manner of speaking? It's becoming grandiose. "We will be passing through these gates. Know that." I'll see your bribe and make you an offer you can't refuse, Jeff. Go Aggro: 2d6+2 12
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Jun 27, 2015 00:22
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I'm still here, I just figure I'm following along and not doing much until my Open Brain becomes applicable.
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My heart has lost the gonzo magic for this game and want to give it a clean death instead of limping along. It was a grand session and I'd have y'all back in an instant if I run another game. Stay crazy.
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Jun 29, 2015 18:55
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 Thanks for running it. I had a lot of fun.
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Yeah, had a blast!
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There needs to be a :black99: Like a  but where its sad and the axe is down like  .Thanks for running the game, I had a lot of fun
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Jun 29, 2015 19:18
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 Thanks for running it, it was a blast while it lasted!
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Jun 29, 2015 19:18
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See you, Road Cone Boy.
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I kinda guessed. Thanks for running it anyway.
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drat. Thanks for putting it on, it was excellent.
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