Let's Sperg A Kiwi Play By Post Game: Alien Earth

[Slurms McCorgi]

Upon hearing of Ricky's survival, the truck drives over to him and backs up. Ricky is loaded into the bed, and the convoy continues on to the nearest outpost.
Sorry this is a little abrupt, but I kind of wanted to advance the plot a bit.

That's quite all right. Apologies for the delay.

 

[Trickie]

Upon hearing of Ricky's survival, the truck drives over to him and backs up. Ricky is loaded into the bed, and the convoy continues on to the nearest outpost.
Sorry this is a little abrupt, but I kind of wanted to advance the plot a bit.

Not sure who's waiting on who here, but I hope it's not me. I'll try to advance as much as I can just in case, though.

Something was kicking up dust on the horizon, or at least more dust than was normal. After setting aside her stale meal, Gemma pulled out her binoculars wanting to see what was going on. It was a convoy running for the Ulstics, and a tiny one at that. Some signs of recent battle, but honestly in a world like this those bullet holes could have been put there anytime. She even thought one of the people sitting in the truck looked like they were nursing a wound, but it might've been her imagination. Still, it was worth a shot. Even if they didn't need her services, maybe they'd be willing to at least give her a lift to Houston. Anything to get her away from these damned street preachers.

She stowed her binoculars away and hoisted her pack onto her back with a grunt, making her way out to meet the caravan.

 

[Randall Fragg]

The caravan comes to a stop in front of the outpost, and Big Dan climbs out.
"HEY, WE NEED A DOCTOR OVER HERE, WE HAVE INJURED PEOPLE."
He pauses to think for a moment, and then adds:
"We also need another guard. Anyone going to Houston?"
@WonkeyDong You're up. All this standing around and not power bombing bad guys is starting to get to you.
@Slurms McCorgi
Your leg wound isn't bothering you as much, now that it's been bandaged and Kyle's "painkillers" have kicked in. You and Kyle gave whatever first aid you could to Ricky. However, he's still in critical condition, suffering from several knife wounds, severe abrasions, and a broken leg.
@Burned Man
Hark! Your party hath approached a small roadside tavern, and are in desperate need of a cleric. There also seems to be some sort of religious crusade beginning between a few street preachers, as one of them is now attempting to call down Catholic God to smite the Protestant heretics. In response, one of them, a unkempt knave in a black greatcoat, is making obscene bull's horn signs with his hands and attempting to call forth demons from hell!
(In game, the Christian Gods all exist. As in, the different sects of Christianity have different Gods that they insist is the true God of the Bible. So there's a Catholic God, a Calvinist God, an Eastern Orthodox God, a Lutheran God, and so forth)
@Trickie Well, looks like you're in luck. You have a way out of this backwater, and just before the religious civil war begins.
@alex_theman ...Are you still playing?

 

[WonkeyDong]

The caravan comes to a stop in front of the outpost, and Big Dan climbs out.
"HEY, WE NEED A DOCTOR OVER HERE, WE HAVE INJURED PEOPLE."
He pauses to think for a moment, and then adds:
"We also need another guard. Anyone going to Houston?"
@WonkeyDong You're up. All this standing around and not power bombing bad guys is starting to get to you.
@Slurms McCorgi
Your leg wound isn't bothering you as much, now that it's been bandaged and Kyle's "painkillers" have kicked in. You and Kyle gave whatever first aid you could to Ricky. However, he's still in critical condition, suffering from several knife wounds, severe abrasions, and a broken leg.
@Burned Man
Hark! Your party hath approached a small roadside tavern, and are in desperate need of a cleric. There also seems to be some sort of religious crusade beginning between a few street preachers, as one of them is now attempting to call down Catholic God to smite the Protestant heretics. In response, one of them, a unkempt knave in a black greatcoat, is making obscene bull's horn signs with his hands and attempting to call forth demons from hell!
(In game, the Christian Gods all exist. As in, the different sects of Christianity have different Gods that they insist is the true God of the Bible. So there's a Catholic God, a Calvinist God, an Eastern Orthodox God, a Lutheran God, and so forth)
@Trickie Well, looks like you're in luck. You have a way out of this backwater, and just before the religious civil war begins.
@alex_theman ...Are you still playing?

I hear the offer for the houston trip and approach the man, i ask him one question "Will i get the chance to powerbomb?"

 

[alex_theman]

Yes.
Ben wakes up from Big Dan screaming for help, "Wha?! Where the hell am I?". He then realizes that he is going to Houston to trade something or another.

 

[Slurms McCorgi]

Skye peers at the crowd from her corner of the truck. Her mind is beginning to wander (Not that she's drowsy, no—well, that might be it. It's been ages since she last used physical analgesics. Maybe literal ages. She has no idea.)....She decides to wait for the time being.

It looks like she's gotten...Skye high.

 

[Trickie]

Gemma smiled to herself, seems her guess was right on the money. "You're in luck fella, I just happen to--" Unfortunately, she was interrupted by someone asking excitedly about powerbombs. Her expression soured a little. "Right, just tell me where the poor bastard's at, we can talk pay later..."

 

[Burned Man]

Sir Reginald grabs his bike from the back of the van and is leading it to a water trough. "You must be parched mine noble steed, such arduous travels in small confines can't be good for your vigor." When he notices the commotion of religious fanatics. "Surely thoust aren't attempting to commune with the foul hellspawn of satan?!"

 

[Slurms McCorgi]

Gemma smiled to herself, seems her guess was right on the money. "You're in luck fella, I just happen to--" Unfortunately, she was interrupted by someone asking excitedly about powerbombs. Her expression soured a little. "Right, just tell me where the poor bastard's at, we can talk pay later..."

"He's here." Skye blinks back to reality. How fortunate that she didn't have to search for a healer or invoke one herself. She lowers the tailgate. "Did you—did you say pay?"

 

[Trickie]

"He's here." Skye blinks back to reality. How fortunate that she didn't have to search for a healer or invoke one herself. She lowers the tailgate. "Did you—did you say pay?"

Gemma turns her head when Skye calls her attention. She adjusts the pack on her back with a small grunt and makes her way over to the pickup. "You heard right, kiddo. I try not to turn every job into a charity case if I can he—Jeheezus titty-floppin' Christ..." she exclaims, seeing the state of the critically injured man. "He said he was injured, not practically at death's door!" Gemma grumbles, mumbling something about these jobs never being the easy ones as she hoists her pack onto the bed of the truck and then struggles to climb on after it. After taking a seat next to poor dying Ricky, she throws open her pack with all her equipment and sets herself to work.

I know basically nothing about how this system works, so I hope it's okay if I just leave it to the DM here. If not, just let me know what checks I should make and I can do it.

 

[WonkeyDong]

Feeling slightly offended by his rude interuption by some fancy scmancy science doctor person, Donte asks once more "Will i get to powerbomb?"

 

[Randall Fragg]

Gemma turns her head when Skye calls her attention. She adjusts the pack on her back with a small grunt and makes her way over to the pickup. "You heard right, kiddo. I try not to turn every job into a charity case if I can he—Jeheezus titty-floppin' Christ..." she exclaims, seeing the state of the critically injured man. "He said he was injured, not practically at death's door!" Gemma grumbles, mumbling something about these jobs never being the easy ones as she hoists her pack onto the bed of the truck and then struggles to climb on after it. After taking a seat next to poor dying Ricky, she throws open her pack with all her equipment and sets herself to work.

I know basically nothing about how this system works, so I hope it's okay if I just leave it to the DM here. If not, just let me know what checks I should make and I can do it.

It's fine, I normally do the rolls.
The man's injuries, although extensive, are treatable. After removing the bandages put on by Skye and Kyle, Gemma goes after the main stab wound, carefully removing the knife lodged in Ricky's abdominal cavity. It managed to cut open part of the small intestine, which Gemma manages to stitch up. The wound is cleaned, closed, and bandaged. Next up comes the less severe cuts and scrapes, which are cleaned, receive minor stitches, and bandaged back up. Gemma enlists a few other people to help set Ricky's leg, and manages to properly immobilize it.
She's done what she can, and Ricky is still breathing. Now the real danger is infection, and it's a rather significant one, considering the nature of the injury.

Feeling slightly offended by his rude interuption by some fancy scmancy science doctor person, Donte asks once more "Will i get to powerbomb?"

Big Dan stares at you a moment, looks to see if there's anyone else available, and then replies "well, if we run into any more raider, feel free to, uh, powerbomb."

Sir Reginald grabs his bike from the back of the van and is leading it to a water trough. "You must be parched mine noble steed, such arduous travels in small confines can't be good for your vigor." When he notices the commotion of religious fanatics. "Surely thoust aren't attempting to commune with the foul hellspawn of satan?!"

Apparently they are, as a massive four winged creature appears. It has four faces on each side of it's body, one of a man, one of an ox, one of a eagle, and one of a lion. It has the feel of a cow, and four human like arms under each of it's wings.*
Additionally, a bright red, musclebound creature with goat horns and legs appears in a circle of fire, playing an electric guitar. Thorgdar flashes the bull's horns at it and yell his approval.
Upon seeing this, the guy in the bathroom screaming about computer god runs and hides under your truck.

*Not joking, this is how angels are described in the book of Ezekiel. Because sometimes the bible straight up turns into "Lovecraft's acid trip".

 

[Burned Man]

That's pretty metal I guess.
Sir Reginald quakes in his armor at the sight of demons "Oh shit! What the fuck is that!?" He mutters under his breath something about staying in character. "Errr ...*cough* *cough* I mean foul abominations you dare to defile this realm with your demonic presence? Then feel my righteous fury." He charges at the person responsible for summoning them as they are probably the weakest target.

 

[Trickie]

It's fine, I normally do the rolls.
The man's injuries, although extensive, are treatable. After removing the bandages put on by Skye and Kyle, Gemma goes after the main stab wound, carefully removing the knife lodged in Ricky's abdominal cavity. It managed to cut open part of the small intestine, which Gemma manages to stitch up. The wound is cleaned, closed, and bandaged. Next up comes the less severe cuts and scrapes, which are cleaned, receive minor stitches, and bandaged back up. Gemma enlists a few other people to help set Ricky's leg, and manages to properly immobilize it.
She's done what she can, and Ricky is still breathing. Now the real danger is infection, and it's a rather significant one, considering the nature of the injury.

Oh god damnit, I knew I forgot something. I didn't put any pills in her equipment list. I even ended up with 9 extra value that I could've used to purchase them with.

Gemma quietly thanks to whoever helped set the leg as she starts cleaning the blood off her hands, then using the spare rag to wrap up the knife, she sets it at Ricky's side. "Your buddy here should be fine, God willing. He just needs some antibiotics." She turns to dig into her pack for her pill bag. "Probably some pain killers too, he's going to be feeling this when he wakes up." She digs around in the pockets for a minute or two more before stopping, her wrinkled brow furrowing. "Where the bleeding hell is my pill bag?" She checks a few more pockets before looking around the truck bed to see if it had fallen out somehow.

Her expression grew dark as realization dawned on her. "Someone's been fuckin' with my gear..." She grabs her flintlock and the still bloody knife, repacks her bag, and then steps off the truck, slinging the pack back on with a grunt. "Don't leave without me," she says as she passes by Big Dan, priming her flintlock, "your boy needs pills..." She does her best to avoid whatever god forsaken heavy metal album cover shit is going on now on her way to the field hospital. (If the way is blocked or she doesn't make it there, feel free to ignore this next part, but it looks more like the two are more occupied with each other and would be easy to slip by) Once inside she fires a shot of her flintlock upward, just to make sure she gets everyone's attention. "My pill bag." she says loudly and slowly, looking livid, the bloody knife in her other hand. "It's olive colored with a black cloth handle and a zipper on the side. I don't care who took it or why, but my patient needs those pills, and I will have it back. Now."

Anyway, whether her pills are actually there or if they're just stolen by a wandering vagrant and lost forever is up to you, it's just that not keeping pills on her would probably be out of character for someone in her profession, so I decided to roll with it, especially since making her angry over the idea of someone messing with her stuff is very fun.

 

[Slurms McCorgi]

Those are the angels that do nothing but talk, though, arent they?

"Aw crap, a chimera!" Skye throws herself to the floor. "We need to leave now! There's no defeating that—wait." She looks to the angel, to Gemma...where is Gemma? Well, there goes the Throw People into the Sky strategy. "Yeah, there probably isn't."

She squints back at the Angel to get a feel of its aura. Here's hoping it's not intent on smiting mortals.

 

[Slurms McCorgi]

@Trickie , you have the best posts. Jussayin.

 

[WonkeyDong]

It's fine, I normally do the rolls.
The man's injuries, although extensive, are treatable. After removing the bandages put on by Skye and Kyle, Gemma goes after the main stab wound, carefully removing the knife lodged in Ricky's abdominal cavity. It managed to cut open part of the small intestine, which Gemma manages to stitch up. The wound is cleaned, closed, and bandaged. Next up comes the less severe cuts and scrapes, which are cleaned, receive minor stitches, and bandaged back up. Gemma enlists a few other people to help set Ricky's leg, and manages to properly immobilize it.
She's done what she can, and Ricky is still breathing. Now the real danger is infection, and it's a rather significant one, considering the nature of the injury.


Big Dan stares at you a moment, looks to see if there's anyone else available, and then replies "well, if we run into any more raider, feel free to, uh, powerbomb."

Apparently they are, as a massive four winged creature appears. It has four faces on each side of it's body, one of a man, one of an ox, one of a eagle, and one of a lion. It has the feel of a cow, and four human like arms under each of it's wings.*
Additionally, a bright red, musclebound creature with goat horns and legs appears in a circle of fire, playing an electric guitar. Thorgdar flashes the bull's horns at it and yell his approval.
Upon seeing this, the guy in the bathroom screaming about computer god runs and hides under your truck.

*Not joking, this is how angels are described in the book of Ezekiel. Because sometimes the bible straight up turns into "Lovecraft's acid trip".

Upon hearing the word "powerbomb uttered from dans mouth, donte instantly agrees to come aboard and gaurd

 

[alex_theman]

"Why the fuck is there a Arch-vile and a Baron of Hell here?! Oh well, I'll wait for doomguy to co... Donte? Could you powerbomb that goat thing!?" Ben screams.
I referenced Doom, screamed my thoughts, order donte to do something stupid, and broke several grammar rules. Also @Randall Fragg , notice me.

 

[Randall Fragg]

That's pretty metal I guess.
Sir Reginald quakes in his armor at the sight of demons "Oh shit! What the fuck is that!?" He mutters under his breath something about staying in character. "Errr ...*cough* *cough* I mean foul abominations you dare to defile this realm with your demonic presence? Then feel my righteous fury." He charges at the person responsible for summoning them as they are probably the weakest target.

You charge and easily overcome the Satanic Missionary, killing him while he's still in a heated debate between the Protestant and Catholic missionaries. This gets the attention of everyone in the debate, who are now staring at the lunatic who just cut down an unarmed man. The Protestant is so shocked that he trails off in his prayer, and inadvertently summons the attention of Calvinist God. A ray of pure light shines down upon the outpost, as a bellowing voice calls down from the heavens: "YOU'RE ALL DOOOMED! I SEE ALL AND KNOW ALL! FREE WILL IS AN ILLUSION! DOOOOOOOOM!"

Oh god damnit, I knew I forgot something. I didn't put any pills in her equipment list. I even ended up with 9 extra value that I could've used to purchase them with.

Gemma quietly thanks to whoever helped set the leg as she starts cleaning the blood off her hands, then using the spare rag to wrap up the knife, she sets it at Ricky's side. "Your buddy here should be fine, God willing. He just needs some antibiotics." She turns to dig into her pack for her pill bag. "Probably some pain killers too, he's going to be feeling this when he wakes up." She digs around in the pockets for a minute or two more before stopping, her wrinkled brow furrowing. "Where the bleeding hell is my pill bag?" She checks a few more pockets before looking around the truck bed to see if it had fallen out somehow.

Her expression grew dark as realization dawned on her. "Someone's been fuckin' with my gear..." She grabs her flintlock and the still bloody knife, repacks her bag, and then steps off the truck, slinging the pack back on with a grunt. "Don't leave without me," she says as she passes by Big Dan, priming her flintlock, "your boy needs pills..." She does her best to avoid whatever god forsaken heavy metal album cover shit is going on now on her way to the field hospital. (If the way is blocked or she doesn't make it there, feel free to ignore this next part, but it looks more like the two are more occupied with each other and would be easy to slip by) Once inside she fires a shot of her flintlock upward, just to make sure she gets everyone's attention. "My pill bag." she says loudly and slowly, looking livid, the bloody knife in her other hand. "It's olive colored with a black cloth handle and a zipper on the side. I don't care who took it or why, but my patient needs those pills, and I will have it back. Now."

Anyway, whether her pills are actually there or if they're just stolen by a wandering vagrant and lost forever is up to you, it's just that not keeping pills on her would probably be out of character for someone in her profession, so I decided to roll with it, especially since making her angry over the idea of someone messing with her stuff is very fun.

A shabby looking man with long black hair, flame-patterned sunglasses, recently wet cargo shorts, and a katana sheepishly hands them over. "I'm sorry lady, I thought they were a....uhh...'happy pills'. I read the labels on the bottle though, and I was going to put them back, but I couldn't find you....please don't kill me."
A quick check confirms that everything is still there.

Those are the angels that do nothing but talk, though, arent they?

"Aw crap, a chimera!" Skye throws herself to the floor. "We need to leave now! There's no defeating that—wait." She looks to the angel, to Gemma...where is Gemma? Well, there goes the Throw People into the Sky strategy. "Yeah, there probably isn't."

She squints back at the Angel to get a feel of its aura. Here's hoping it's not intent on smiting mortals.

You get a sense that it's job is less "burn it all down" and more "go argue on Brother Bartholomew's behalf so he'll stop spamming us with calls for divine assistance."

 

[Trickie]

A shabby looking man with long black hair, flame-patterned sunglasses, recently wet cargo shorts, and a katana sheepishly hands them over. "I'm sorry lady, I thought they were a....uhh...'happy pills'. I read the labels on the bottle though, and I was going to put them back, but I couldn't find you....please don't kill me."
A quick check confirms that everything is still there.

Gemma holsters her flintlock and angrily snatches the offered bag out of his hand, keeping the shabby looking man in her sideview as she searches through it. Finally satisfied, she zips the bag back up and brandishes the knife at him. "You're goddamn lucky I'm in a hurry to leave you and this shit-hole behind me, or I'd kick your cowardly thieving ass from here to Mexico." She hisses at him. "Try to take this as a new lease on life, a sign that maybe you should stop being such a piece of shit." Gemma turns her back on him, stepping out the door. "And get a fucking haircut, hippie. You look ridiculous." She spits before slamming the door behind her.

Her mood now improved significantly, Gemma returns to the convoy, again taking the long way to avoid the religious ruckus that had no doubt gotten infinitely worse in the 2-3 minutes since she saw it last. After waving to Big Dan to make sure he knows she's back, she throws her pack back into the back of the truck, scrambling on board behind it. "Alright flower child, I'm going to need your help on this one..." she says to Skye, sitting back down next to Ricky's body "Your buddy here needs to be awake to take his pills, and it has to be orally. If this truck is going to be moving, having an IV bag back here is just asking for trouble, and trying to make it into a suppository, well... I'd just rather not make it into a suppository." She takes out some antibiotics and some painkillers. "What I need you to do is to help keep him from going into shock. He'll probably be in pain, so just try your best to soothe him, tell him that he needs to take these pills. You seem like you should be charming enough to keep him calm."

She looks up, suddenly, realizing something. "Wait, he's not gay is he?"

You can go ahead and have Skye attempt to rouse him after she reacts to this if you want, @Slurms McCorgi