PARTY
Name: Wizard (a.k.a. Dr Gatsby MacDougall)
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short, pot-bellied, and bald, but with a magnificently long beard. He wears stereotypical "old-man" clothes.
Personal information: A crazy old physicist who thinks he is a wizard.
Stats:
Strength: 0
Endurance: 0
Dexterity: 0
Intelligence: 15
Charisma: 0
Profession: Retired, was a professor of advanced physics
Inventory: A set of pointy hats in various colours (red, green, orange, blue, black), a spare tuxedo, several encyclopaedias, fuzzy pink bananas
Wow. I actually managed to slap sense into a raging barbarian.
Hide behind the robot.
[2-1]END
The robot isn't too pleased with your appearance and bats you with the machine gun.
Name: Bjorn (Real name: Cameron McClelland)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: A muscular man wearing a chainmail hauberk (made from pop can tabs), the furs of several neighbourhood pets, and a bike helmet with plastic horns attached. He has a long braided red beard. He is very hairy.
Personal information: He was bjorn in the wrong century.
Stats:
Strength: 11
endurance: 3
dexterity: 2
intelligence: 0
Charisma: 1
Profession: Berserker.
Inventory:
-Shield
-stick (perfect for hitting things)
-pike
-knuckleduster
-chainmail hauberk (made from pop can tabs)
-the furs of several neighbourhood pets
-a bike helmet with plastic horns attached.(Kitten bed)
-Berserking shrooms
-lots of feathers
I WILL REMAIN STILL FOR YOU. STILL ALIVE!
Check how many mushrooms I have left.
Wear my shield on my back, wield my club in both hands.
Smack one robot into another robot to destroy them both.
[6+2]STR
Boom, baby! You smack up all the robots, with some close calls. You find where they are coming from and clog it with robot bits. Victory, by the skin of your rectums.
2 mushrooms left.
Continue keeping watch &/or playing with pouch-kitten.
[3]
Hello, pouch cat!
No pouch cat, don't run down the stairs!
((Souldn't I have got the Charisma bonus to the dancing and voice manipulation necessary?))
Jump behind cover. See if there's anything to throw around.
((Robots don't tend to have feelings))
[2] No throwable things. Bjorn has already cleaned it up.
BASE
Continue chatting
[1]
More awkwardness. You've also made a grudge, lovely.
Procyon, at base camp: Talk to other survivors. Learn about them.
[5]
Most of them where returning home from vacation. Morale is pretty thin at the moment, with food depleting and no signs of rescue coming. +0.2 to Cha!
Gah! put my hand in some water and leave it for later,look at my sorroundings.
[6]
More pain, woot. You're at the bottom of the waterfall. There's a terror bird corpse next to you.
Base camp:
Lolfail
kj1225
Objective
Spinal_Taper
Yoink
mastahcheese
blazing glory-messed up by terrorbird
WhitiusOpus
Erils-One arm.
Two female flight attendants
First aid guy, George
Twelve random girls
Pilot
Exploration crew:
GrizzlyAdams
NAV
InsanityIncarnate-Unconscious
Darkpaladin-Hand broken, scratch wounds
IcyTea
Leonkr9
Things you own:
Your inventories (mainly useless crap)
Pile of unsearched bags
Pile of useless plane bits
Fuzzy pink bananas
Airline food
Pouch-cat cub
Places:
Plane crash: Consists of a plane crash (_/) in a clearing. Near a freshwater stream.
Fuzzy Pink Banana trees: a place with fuzzy pink banana trees.
Waterfall: a waterfall. It lets you see across a valley, and there's a big ass thing on the other side.
Bunker: A concrete bunker. Has a console on the outside. Contains at least one angry robot.
Important Stuff:
Morale: Medium after recuperation
Food: 15 turns left
Poll
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