he drops down to the ground bullets whizzing past his head.
"ive been spotted" he said and then he chuckled
"ive been spotted" he said and then he chuckled
Post Apocalyptic Western: Episode 2
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Did you guys read what Pedro posted about attacks landing? Perhaps I am reading too much into it. Either way behind the bar seems like a good enough hiding place for me.
killer8531 said:
I must say that I'd rather people not garauntee themselves kills as such, keep your attack postings open and instead of "mowing down 6 guys", instead phrase it something like "I rapidly fire 6 shots in the direction of the first jeep" or "I unload both 6 shooters on a group of baddies". This keeps the combat a little more open and allows everyone to have a taste of the action before I make a ruling on it.
Also I'm heading out on my lunch break, so I won't be able to reply, make a ruling or any such thing for at least an hour or so.
Also I'm heading out on my lunch break, so I won't be able to reply, make a ruling or any such thing for at least an hour or so.
Bling Cat said:
I want to avoid concluding the action till everyone has at least had a chance to react and do something, I believe 7dollarbill and a few others haven't posted yet.
Dude seriasely fireing and uzi one handed at a person in an armoured car and getting a hit would be like impossible, and the heat from a headmelter would seriasly put of your aim, i know im not a GM but you need to be realistic and wait for cofirmed kills
i dont mean to offend or upset you im not flaming, but you need to be more realistic
i dont mean to offend or upset you im not flaming, but you need to be more realistic
[spoiler/]edited my later post so now i have not confirmed a kill on the man of the turret i only shot AT him with a hunting rifle[/spoiler]
TURN:
Reacting purely on instinct, Rick trows himself to the ground, just as the madhouse breaks loose. He quickly scampers after Bartelby, wincing as a passing bullet just barely misses his backpack.
Giving the shot man a quick appraisal, Rick concludes that he can't have much time left. The bullet went straight through his spinal cord. It's a small wonder in itself that he can still breathe. He snatches out a painrelieving salve, and hastily smears it onto the wound, silently wondering if it'll do any good.
"There, I think I just bought us a few more minutes before he croaks" he proclaims.
Reacting purely on instinct, Rick trows himself to the ground, just as the madhouse breaks loose. He quickly scampers after Bartelby, wincing as a passing bullet just barely misses his backpack.
Giving the shot man a quick appraisal, Rick concludes that he can't have much time left. The bullet went straight through his spinal cord. It's a small wonder in itself that he can still breathe. He snatches out a painrelieving salve, and hastily smears it onto the wound, silently wondering if it'll do any good.
"There, I think I just bought us a few more minutes before he croaks" he proclaims.
TURN: Bo remained seated as the bullets wizzed by him. He was enjoying his food and drink far too much to care. Explosions, stray bullets zooming past his head, even the occasional body landing by his feet, but he paid no attention. Until a stray bullet hit his shoulder that is, it didn't penetrate, must have been a small caliber. Bo let out a sigh and slammed his hands down on the counter, breaking it down the middle and sending an explosion of splinters all around him.
"Who shoot Bo?! Bo not like be shooted!" The behemoth roared as he gained his footing, now he stood, towering over everyone in the bar. Some of the gunfire died down shortly, presumebly because the goons finally noticed there was a giant in the bar. A single goon, out of fear most likely, fired a single shot at Bos' face, hitting him directly in his bad eye. Bo reached up and felt the wound, withdrawing his hand to reveal blood. A face of pure rage took over as he beat his chest like an ape, roaring so loud that windows rattled out of their frames. Reaching to the side he picked up a table that was still standing, and hurled it like a giant deadly frisby at a group of mercs', it left a trail of playing cards and glasses as it flew, landing on several people taking cover.
"Who shoot Bo?! Bo not like be shooted!" The behemoth roared as he gained his footing, now he stood, towering over everyone in the bar. Some of the gunfire died down shortly, presumebly because the goons finally noticed there was a giant in the bar. A single goon, out of fear most likely, fired a single shot at Bos' face, hitting him directly in his bad eye. Bo reached up and felt the wound, withdrawing his hand to reveal blood. A face of pure rage took over as he beat his chest like an ape, roaring so loud that windows rattled out of their frames. Reaching to the side he picked up a table that was still standing, and hurled it like a giant deadly frisby at a group of mercs', it left a trail of playing cards and glasses as it flew, landing on several people taking cover.
TURN:
"Crap that was close." Chris says as he firefight breaks out and a stray bullet flies into the towel draped around his neck.
He jumps behind the bar and takes out his pistol once more and starts firing at the mercenaries. "I've gone too far to die in a bloody barfight!"
"Crap that was close." Chris says as he firefight breaks out and a stray bullet flies into the towel draped around his neck.
He jumps behind the bar and takes out his pistol once more and starts firing at the mercenaries. "I've gone too far to die in a bloody barfight!"
*the old man hears Rick he is still hiding under the window*
*he reaches into his wheelchair*
"HERES A REVLOLVER" he yelled over the gunshots and passed it to rick
'A gun salesman always has to be ready' he thought
"You'll have to pay me for that"
*he reaches into his wheelchair*
"HERES A REVLOLVER" he yelled over the gunshots and passed it to rick
'A gun salesman always has to be ready' he thought
"You'll have to pay me for that"
John stood up after his hiding place was destroyed. Quickly he grabbed Bo's food and hid in the corner of the bar. This could come in handy he thought to himself..