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Murdelia Skurvy Being useless Murdelia flicks some more lubricant away, but it's everywhere, all over her gloves, the gun, the spare magazines. She's not a mechanoscrunt or technobbler, and can't tell a wanget from a scrodal. The whole thing's a mystery and until it starts bleeding or screaming it's going to stay that way. Wiping off excess lube on Arnika's smock, she yells at Mung "Et's no good, the fackin' gun is ruined! Comploitely non-functional!" but given the roaring engine, screams of scrunt and human, and banging sounds coming from outside, he might not have heard. He continues revving the engine and jerking the controls regardless. Passing back through a drift of trash, Murdelia clambers up into the turret and nestles in behind the gun controls. A cursory inspection shows that the turret ring has become jammed, rendering the gun extremely situational in its effectiveness. She vents some frustration by dragging the gun controls around ineffectually and firing the multilaser. _________________________ Murdelia moves to the multilaser turret and probably does nothing useful unless the gun is pointed directly at an enemy.
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Murdelia Skurvy Being useful As the humans break and flee into the night, Murdelia scrams angrily out of the scruntmera. The stupid guns were broken! Stupid technoscrunts! She stumps over to the piles of corpses laying about the farmyard in the hopes of finding something worth looting, before setting about tending to delicate scruntling's wounds and injuries. She notes the glowing, steaming semi-liquid wreck of the Hardchestnaught with some interest, and sends Arnika to guard it and stop any scrunts from touching it. ____________________________ Looting, then medicae on most injured first.
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Murdelia Skurvy Being scruntful Murdelia scrounges slowly and deliberately across the ruined farm, alternating between looting, administering medical aid, and looting from patients. Along the way she grabs a timid-looking technoscrunt and demands that it explain the intricacies of the mechanical vehicles that seem so important these days, for despite being one of the more knowledgeable scruntesses she was nonetheless ignorant of how to drive an APC or tanker truck. The technoscruntling was also quite ignorant, but through repeatedly gestures and sound effects was able to point out the important parts of the driving interface such as the gearshift, accelerator and radio. She nods attentively at all the right parts while cutting up some Severan bodies, now quite confident in her ability to command one of the foul, snorting beasts and get it to move in a direction. She celebrates this progress by downing some painkillers and moonshine while picking some shell fragments and melted plastic out of her skin. She frowns contentedly while lightning a cigar off a nearby burning scrunt. Picking along the rows of corpses, she comes across a veritable scrum of scrunts! All manner of looters are piled on each other in an attempt to wrassle a particular package from a particular dead Severan, so with a few honks and lasblasts she sends them scattering into nearby ditches and seizes the prize. The bag is full of all manner of books, manuals and product catalogs for restricted militarum medicae procedures and products! A few free samples of rare drugs and obscure tools are also included, so she quickly secretes them about her body for later use while she grazes on the medical literature. That is to say, she carefully reads a few lines on each page, usually anything that stands out in capital letters or a different typeface, then eats it. The laminated paper is hard to swallow and harder to read, but she manages to pick up quite a few tricks regarding what goes where in the thing (regarding chemicals mostly, or as the manuals put it, "chymicals"). Life is truly good. Knocking out the last few injured scrunts in her rounds and picking out a few more handfuls of loot along the way, Murdelia pauses to think on the recent troubles and the future issues that may arise. The Severans would be back, that much seemed certain. They would want revenge for the horrible things the scrunts had done to them, the things they had stolen, and the hurtful words shouted in the heat of battle. Grimply had gone on shouting about the promised land which seemed plausible enough, so she decided to go along with that. But the scrunts that formed the majority of the scrunthorde were an aimless, feckful bunch, prone to scruntfoolery and running in circles. The drive to the promised hole would be long, tiring, frightening and boring for them. Half of them might just wander off halfway along to go sleep under a culvert like grimy little, low-ambition bridge trolls. What they needed was a little chymical assistance. A little piping voice in the back of their craniums that constantly shouted "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE FASTER" whenever they thought about slacking off. A combination of immunosuppressants, stimulants, hallucinogenics and something to cut it with. While she considers the equipment and substances required, she attempts to capture a small scrunt, tie it to a long stick, and poke it into the suspiciously alive pool of Hardchest Metal. ____________________________ Justifications for picking up Operate: Surface, Lore: Chymistry +10 and Trade: Chymistry! Doing a little Medicae +20 test on myself to heal the 3 wounds taken: Post-Battle Self-Medicaetion: 1d100 23 Yeah it looks like that worked. Murdelia will try and concoct a "mild" stimulant/motivator for the drivers, guards and other important NPC scrunts to keep them awake, attentive and focused on the long exodus, probably using Ghostfire and household chymicals. Relevant skills probably include Medicae +20, Lore: Chymistry +10, and Trade: Chymistry. Chymistry: 1d100 86 Hmm well that's not great I think. Metal experiment might be interesting or not. Skellybones fucked around with this message at 09:28 on Oct 9, 2015 |
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Murdelia Skurvy Being scruntious "'oly feck, it's all goin' up too soon! The loot, the scruntlings, the cars! Feck you Groin!" Murdelia vows to give Groin a good kicking in the scruntapples one day. "Save th' drugs!" she scrumbles lustily, dodging the flaming debris and flaming scrunts littering the debris-and-scrunt littered dirt. Groin continued hooting and flaming as he stomped about. A pack of warscrunts are fighting each other, oblivious to the coming destruction, but Murdelia plows through them regardless. "War!" one shouts enthusiastically. "Bleaugh!" another ejaculates. She triumphantly grabs the sack of EXPERIMENTAL COMBAT DRUG from a mewling scruntling and heads for the pool of vehicles. Now it would be her turn to drive! ... HONK HONK the limo crawls through the farm, bumping over unidentifiable shapes as she leans on the horn. Arnika kicks open the doors from inside. "Come wi' us if you wanna live!" Murdelia shouts between honks as she accelerates through a small knot of scrunts. _________ Saving the sack of EXPERIMENTAL COMBAT DRUGS and a limo to escape with. If other scrunts happen to attach themselves to it/climb aboard that's nice too.
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Hey you're right Murdelia opens the expected bag of chemical capsules, only to find a complicated mechanical device covered in runes and fiddly bits. It resembles a heavy industrial tool yet retains a sort of medical-related feel. Not that she needs any encouragement to imagine industrial saws and drills as medical equipment.  __________ Murdelia grabs the Narthecium.
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Murdelia Skurvy Skrunk Murdelia peers suspiciously about the tunnel. Very suspicious, this thing. Who carved it out? Why was there a servitor in here? What the fack is up with the disgusting warp virus thing making things look worse than even a scrunt can bear? Who was breathing on her She continues peering angrily back the way they came and at the walls nearby, in case anything is sneaking up behind the pack or about to burst through the earth. _______________________ Are there genestealers sneaking up? Is there a camouflaged beast hiding on the wall right here? Who the fack knows! Peering scruntily at the darkness and walls: 1d100 72
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Scrunt Love Murdelia chews a cigar thoughtfully as Grug explains his cunning scheme. Regardless of the outcome it's bound to be interesting, isn't it? Yes it is. "Jus' wrangle one o' them pit 'ounds an' take it from there." she intones helpfully. The scrunts had split up slightly to gaggle about different tunnel branches and sniff for wildlife, only for a few to immediately strike gold with their torchlight. Wolf-gold. Lots of shrieking and howling, and the wolfthingies hadn't even made a sound yet. Murdelia slopes her shoulders in resignation and slouches up behind Grumb, one hand on her big thumping stick. ___________ Murdelia moves up to the square south of Grumb
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Scrunt Love Murdelia hears the howling and yeeing of feral tunnel animals. So familiar, yet so different. Regardless of the friendly intentions of some scrunts present, she feels like a peaceful outcome isn't going to happen and soon it'll be a fierce battle of tooth and claw. Stepping around Grumb as his pants waver dangerously, she follows up behind that little facker Grimply and spots another pack of beasties, eys glinting in the shadows. Large, fierce, and possessed of a meat-heavy diet these creatures may be, but Murdelia is confident that her superior grasp of technology and opposable thumbs will carry the day. "Ahhhhh!" She yells as she sprays a burst of lasers at the fiendishly intelligent dogs, hoping to cook them or at least scare them. ___________ So moving up around Grimply, squares permitting, Dog shooting or light show: 1d100 93 Semi-auto burst at the north-east pack, if there's line of sight possible. Ok so that's obviously not a useful roll but wait there's more > It has Heating Issues meaning it can overheat and hurt you/make you drop the gun if you roll 91+ to hit. 
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Scrunt Love Murdelia tried to get a shot or three off at the rabbit-hounds menacing her scrum, but the animal cruelty is curtailed by Grimply bouncing around in front of her while the hounds vanish in and out of the darkness and Grumb stumbles uncomfortably close. Only after snarling at the general scruntitude does she notice that her las-shooter was still wrapped up in its holster when she tried to shoot. What a mess that would have made! She strips the filthy wrappings off and makes sure all the doodads are still connected, then trundles after Grimply, letting loose a fierce battle-yee as she fires recklessly at the pack of terrified animals. "Yeeee fackers!" _______________________________ Moving north as far as possible with a half-move. Attempting another semi-auto burst Overload mode with Dog Shooting ???: 1d100 81  At least it didn't explode.
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Scrunt Love 12/12 The dog-critter slavering in front of her is a concern. The two more down the tunnel is a further concern. The sounds of yeeing and yipping echoing through the tunnels from other encounters are also concerning. The sudden transformation of Grimply into some sort of horrifying mantis monster is the most novel, unexpected concern. But the dog-critter in her grill, skidding around in the bits and pieces of its pack-mate after Grug had a go, was the most immediate. Raising her stubby, mistreated las-gun over her head, she lets forth a mighty battle-yee and attempts to stove in the dogbit fiend's head. _______________________________ Attempting All-out melee attack on dogbit: 1d100 76 which might use Double Team? I think this is my first melee attack in the game 
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Scrunt Love 12/12 The tunnel was starting to make uncomfortable sounds. As Grumb ran away with a trail of scrunt-slick behind him (the cowardly facker) Murdelia and the brutalised dogbit looked at each other in mutual comprehension that the forces of nature were about to come down on both their heads. Grug snorts uncomfortably nearby and Grimply-Thing skitters and yees further down the tunnel, but right now Murdelia is looking out for Numero Scruno.  Aroo? Fack you, critter!Murdelia kicks some dirt at it and makes a break for the safe area that Grumb disappeared into, hoping to avoid the monster's teeth. _________________________ Just a Full Move west past Groin.
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Scrunt Love 12/12 Murdelia makes an inarticulate sound of combat rage and attempt to smoosh a burning/bleeding critter nearby. ________________________________ All-out melee attack on dogbit again: 1d100 84 All-out melee attack with hosed-up lasgun on nearest doge.
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Scrunt Love 12/12 The life of a medic is one of mercy and healing, risking ones life to save others. Murdelia's is all about ruining other lives to further her own. Any similarities in the profession are cosmetic. ________________________________ All out dogbit attack: 1d100 24 Trying to brutalise a beast with another All-Out smack attack. If they're all dead by that turn and the new big one has come around the corner then shoot that with a Semi-auto burst. If the little ones are dead but the big one isn't visible then go Overwatch on it I guess?
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of WHY IS IT ALL BLOOD 12/12 Reeling from the heart-pounding encounter wherein she brutalised a wild animal with a blunt object, Murdelia looks up to see a big fukkin dog creature slavering in front of her. And everything starts bleeding. She was already covered in blood, bone and other viscera from the other gods being disintegrated and pulverised, but this was, just, too much blood to come out of nowhere all of a sudden. WHY WAS THERE SO MUCH BLOOD? "Wot's wit' errythin' bleedin' like this now?" she shouts while blazing away at the big fukkin dog. ___________ Half-Action aim, then shooting the big fukkin dog with a Semi-Auto Burst on Overload setting. Aim+Semi-Burst Overload vs big dog: 1d100 36 Scrunt Surgical Laser (Basic / 100m / s/3/- / 1d10e+3 / pen 0 / clip 60 / reload Full / Reliable) > It is High Impact, meaning +2 damage if you aim. > It is Piercing, meaning it has Felling [2] at short range (it ignores some Unnatural Toughness) > It has Crippling ammunition; it has Crippling [2], meaning poo poo you shoot takes some damage if they do more than a half action a turn. > It has Heating Issues meaning it can overheat and hurt you/make you drop the gun if you roll 91+ to hit. > It has a Tiny hosed-Up Barrel, meaning -2 damage outside of short range.
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of SCRUNT VICTORY Murdelia grunts appreciatively as all the foes of scrunts are torn asunder. The brief moment of satisfaction is lost as Groin rampages through the tunnels, hooting and slavering exactly like the stereotypes told about malformed abhumans that he so closely resembles. Fortunately the creepy little nerd is on the case and manages to contain the 'situation'. Realising that this is a prime opportunity to grab things, she sets about gathering up samples of the various beasts and critters for later experimentation and/or eating. Bits of meat from the doggies large and small, some blood from an untouched patch of wall-blood, and even some weird fleshy stuff from the 'orrible mutant things, it all goes into different lunch bags and empty tupperware containers. Naturally she doesn't touch the gross mutie things directly, she pokes and jabs away with tools before scraping the samples up, keeping it all at arm's length. Probably worth getting a flamer to burn all the residue off, too. While she's digging away at them she tries to get a good look at their uniforms and gear, not that that's much to go by. She spots Grimply-Thing kreeing softly from the ceiling and makes a note to investigate that EXPERIMENTAL COMBAT DRUG sooner or later. _____________________________ Murdelia will take samples of all the interesting and tasty creatures and psychic phenomena encountered. Getting the mutant things done carefully will take a while so she can look at their uniforms and gear and scruntinise them as well.
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of SCRUNT VICTORY Murdelia frowns intently at the mauled corpses as the stink of blood and gore permeates the tunnels. Yep, definitely a dead human, or human-like critter. Wearing a military uniform no less. But how were they living in the same tunnels as these doggies? She waves a limb at the further tunnels as yet unexplored. "There's prob'ly good stuff further in, y'see. Mebbe treasure. Or dog food." she says hopefully. ___________________ Murdelia peers scruntily at the northern tunnels, and wants to continue exploration in that direction.
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Murdelia Skurvy In the Tunnel of Strange Robot Friends 12/12 Murdelia trundles along with all the other scrunts, nodding and frowning appreciatively at each new and excitingly ruined level of the base. When the rest start talking to the robot man thing, she detaches from the group and finds a patch of flat rockcrete and starts setting up a medical station. A tarp goes down, weighed down with chunks of rockcrete. A bag of medical tools scavenged over years of looting, carefully sorted according to date of manufacture. A satchel of powerful research chemicals. A jar of rawhide treats for any scrunts or pets that need a reward. A pile of rockcrete chunks of varying size, weight and sharpness, for any scrunts or pets that need to be anaesthetised. An old, worn out pillow covered in bite marks for any euthanasia required. A donation box with a picture of a smiling scruntmother and scruntling on it. "GET YER DIAGNOSTICATIN AND MEDICATIN HERE YA FUCKERRRRRS" is her sales pitch. ___________ Line up and get your Medicae treatment before you die of sepsis. Skellybones fucked around with this message at 22:04 on Feb 22, 2016 |
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Murdelia Skurvy Scrunt Hole Murdelia frowns at Groin, because that is her default expression. She lays down a groundsheet, sets down an old helmet upside down on it, and surprises Groin by grabbing him in a monstrous scrunt-hug that lifts him off the ground and holds him over the makeshift bucket. And then she squeezes the mechano-scrunt. A good deal of fresh cave-blood trickles free from his filthy clothes, while other more poorly-defined fluids also burst free from various folds, crevices and nodules, intermingling with the rest in an intriguingly-patterned slurry.  "Anythin' else?" she grunts after setting him down. Skellybones fucked around with this message at 12:57 on Feb 26, 2016 |
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Murdelia Skurvy Scrunt Hole Murdelia skilfully handles the turgid trickle of injured scrunts that limp and slink towards her aid station, sparing an eye to keep glancing at that weird robotic humie. Soon she had no patients so she was able to focus both eyes on the techie-man, fixating him with a dead fishy glare. Yurik's interruption brought her out of the reverie, startling her with the revelations that Grimply was sick, and there were dedicated medical facilities down here. "Now Grimply," she growls as she scrunthandles him into a submission position, "Ye are not a healthy scrunt in body or mind. Ye be overly excitable, poss'bly manic, and ye torso is a weird an' small shape that inh'bits th' flow of fluids. And are ye still havin' delusions o' grandeur, wot wit' the Scruntfather and all that? Tha's nay a healthy state o' mind for a scrunt, see. An' this bus'ness wot wit' turnin' into a giant mantis, that's just unhealthy too. Ye be set tin' a poor example to ye little friend, see, and wot if he gets sick too? Then it becomes an epi-demic an' I'll have ta smother ye in yer sleep." "As yer doctor I'm going ta have ta keep a close eye on ye. Take two o' these pills ev'ry mornin' and keep a log o' your meals." "And as for ye, Yurik. Yer evid'ntly suffering from an early stage o' toxo'mosis. Best help me set up th' medical lab before Ye succumb."
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