Sunday Night Gaming Schedule

[Hotfoot]

Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen...

[Hotfoot]

Updated, sorry for the delay.

[Hotfoot]

Because otherwise people complain.

[frigidmagi]

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*cough* Hope to see everyone at the game.

[Karrick]

My Labor Day plans have spilled over to this coming Sunday; I will not be able to partake in Imperial Base storming or high profile kidnappings.

[Josh]

Shit. Blender and Gazan are both pretty heavy parts of our plans.

Have fun, bro! If we die without you, there will be GUILT! GUILT I SAY!

[Karrick]

I know! Goddamn real life. I was kinda hoping enough other people would be occupied too. I'll have to settle for Schrödinger's guilt.

[frigidmagi]

It's up to y'all what you want to do about Blender.

[Josh]

I'd suggest blanket party, but the monowhips might come into play.

[frigidmagi]

FUCKING DICE!!!

Seriously if these were physical dice I would have smashed half of them with a hammer over this!

[Josh]

RIP Laran, 2071-2072.

You will be missed and never be forgotten.

[General Havoc]

Tellmetellmetellme!!!!!

[Karrick]

OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED

[Josh]

For Havoc's benefit, I'll unfold the entire story.

Mission was a convoy ambush, with the purpose of extracting a high value target so that he could be gainfully employed with a new employer.

We set up and block both ends of the chosen street with dump trucks, thereby impeding the movement of said vehicles, and commence to begin the shooty.

Sobek declines to lead the charge, so our combat mage grabs the monochainsaw and leads off himself, taking off the door of the car most likely to have our man with one mighty swing.

And so um now our combat mage is standing all alone (well, with his trusty fire elemental sidekick standing next to him) in the middle of a hostile convoy of like five vehicles that likely have a great many hostile men in them.

First thing they do is unleash the hounds. Hellhounds, that is.

One of the hellhounds engages in a mating ritual with the elemental wherein they toss fireballs at each other to no effect. (Garvin never did clear up whether or not they were yelling 'HADOUKEN!' as they did so.)

The other scares Julian's pants off and nearly toasts him. But Garvin was shaping into a streak of fucking HORRENDOUS dice luck.

I mean, seriously, it was like I was rolling this shit.

The rest of us engage. I had drones all ready to unleash some hell but I was seriously fucked on initiative so had to wait for everyone else to start shooting and throwing spells and shit.

Cam's doing a bang-up job disabling their riggers, who we come to find out later were only rigging a pair of overhead recon drones and had no offensive capabilities. Still, better to take them out of the fight unnecessarily rather than have them unleash a counter-killbot swarm.

Tyson begins sniping people. Ben starts throwing acid and puts his elemental into play.

My turn! The target has fled his vehicle on the opposite side of Julian. Along with, I dunno, like twelve other guys with lots of armor and a surly disposition.

I begin by shooting the good doctor with a shock-n-stick, which doesn't quite put him down. I shoot/roast/cannon some other fools, go to drop a flashbang in the midst of a knot of our foes but Julian and Garvin's common sense angel remind me that if we stun overflow the professor he will die.

(I probably knew that subconsciously, it was just my id rebelling against this ridiculous concept of not killing people who are in front of me.)

Garvin continues to roll horribly. Mercenaries are dying in their droves, and also managing to miss the most ridiculously easy shots. Despite there being a lot of these guys (but fewer with every pass) this is starting to look like an utter cakewalk.

Then we notice that Garvin has commenced to add tokens to the side of the map, including a pair of ominous-looking drones. But we haven't made our perception rolls, so we're failing to notice these guys.

Then.

Okay, I need a minute here.

...SOME FUCKING ASSHOLE SHOT LARAN.

Laran being my MMG drone, named for the Etruscan god of war. Laran survives, but he's pretty badly dinged. He promptly avenges himself, but now the bad people are arriving.

We quickly suss something out about the new arrivals. They are, naturally, not our friends. They are, in fact, very unfriendly and very blatantly on a mission to kill the very guy we are trying to abduct. Rather than courteously stepping aside when they realized another team was on-mission, they decided to interrupt our mission by way of gunfire.

So the drones, which are untouchable by Cameron because they're running completely sealed with orders to kill anybody not on their team, announce their arrival by shooting at my drones.

First one takes a shot at Zababa, my cannon drone, but misses and hits the warehouse where a couple of our organic meat things are sheltering. I don't believe they were wounded, so whatever. Then the other fucker SHOOTS AT LARAN!

And misses, because Laran was a fucking warrior, okay!

In the meantime, these new fools are trying to harsh our mellow vibe, but Garvin still can't roll his way out of a wet paper bag. So these elite shadowrunner types basically walk into a wall of fire and get shithammered.

However.

A minotaur with a fucking Panther MURDERED Laran.

So he, a hobgoblin, and some mage chump are around this corner. Mage has just approached, hasn't had a chance to do anything wizardy. And he won't get that chance. Oh no.

That's when the Flying Eyes come in to avenge their brother. They were all flashbang loaded, so I dump two of them right in the middle of the group. I ding the hobgoblin, tickle minotaur, and stone cold drop the mage unconscious and in bad way on the ground.

SUCK IT, ORGANICS.

Then Sobek murders the minotaur. Then one of the surviving guards tries to shoot Resef, and before Resef can incinerate him for his temerity, fucking Ben steals my kill.

So we collect our meat thing payday, drive away into the sunset, and make a buck. Garvin wails and gnashes his teeth because what should've been a stone-cold bitch of a three-way fight instead turned out to be a shooting gallery due to his amazing gift for rolling one success no matter how many dice he threw at the wall.

I don't believe any of our inconsequential meat things were injured, but we did lose Laran, so I consider the mission a Pyrrhic victory at best.

[Comrade Tortoise]

I have exercised supermod privilege to stickify this thread.

[Hotfoot]

Cyncat will not be able to join us, but we will return to our Rebel Operation in Progress on Sunday.

Reminder: Anyone can die. Anyone.

[Josh]

John McClane will never die, Hotfoot. No matter how many cars, planes, or buildings you blow up in his vicinity, he will keep on chugging.

...so, um, is there a reason behind this cryptic and rather morbid warning?

[Hotfoot]

John McClane will never die, Hotfoot. No matter how many cars, planes, or buildings you blow up in his vicinity, he will keep on chugging.

...so, um, is there a reason behind this cryptic and rather morbid warning?

You're inside an enemy installation, the party is split up, and Julian is on the ship, playing solitaire sabacc/whatever else I decide he's up to while you're all trying to take over this black operation quietly.

And there is some serious and heavy firepower in play.

Just saying.

[General Havoc]

John McClane will never die, Hotfoot. No matter how many cars, planes, or buildings you blow up in his vicinity, he will keep on chugging.

...so, um, is there a reason behind this cryptic and rather morbid warning?

You're inside an enemy installation, the party is split up, and Julian is on the ship, playing solitaire sabacc/whatever else I decide he's up to while you're all trying to take over this black operation quietly.

And there is some serious and heavy firepower in play.

Just saying.

I hide behind the Droids.

[Josh]

It is not too late to abort and go home.

Just sayin'.

[frigidmagi]

Ben is going to be late, family dinner is running long.

[frigidmagi]

Skype is goofing, give me a minute.

[Cynical Cat]

I am being conscripted by my parents this Sunday and will be unable to game.

[Josh]

And the Life Eater summons me to hang lights this Sunday, so ya'll have a good one.

[Hotfoot]

Have fallen ill, that takes out both of the on duty GMs, no game tonight.