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WELP. THAT worked entirely better than I expected....
I'm in full Scooby-doo run, heading straight for that fire escape.
I'm in full Scooby-doo run, heading straight for that fire escape.
Left 4 Autism: The RPG.
- Thread starter Randall Fragg
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Joe jumps, grabs the ladder, and scrambles upwards. The autists arrive just in time to see his feet disappear through the window. With a guttural cry of rage, one of the autists grabs the ladder and tries to pull himself up. He struggles, wheezes and puffs, and suffers a massive coronary.
The rest of the autists screech and moan as the gather under the fire escape.
Joe leans against the wall. The apartment has had it's door boarded up, and seems abandoned. There are a few left over cans of food, dirty clothes, spent ammo casings, empty bottles of booze, worn furniture, assorted household goods, and in a corner...
A full five gallon can of gasoline.
Brian and Nait use this opportunity to back track to find Jeje. She isn't where they last saw her. However, there's a light in the upstairs window of a nearby house.
The rest of the autists screech and moan as the gather under the fire escape.
Joe leans against the wall. The apartment has had it's door boarded up, and seems abandoned. There are a few left over cans of food, dirty clothes, spent ammo casings, empty bottles of booze, worn furniture, assorted household goods, and in a corner...
A full five gallon can of gasoline.
Brian and Nait use this opportunity to back track to find Jeje. She isn't where they last saw her. However, there's a light in the upstairs window of a nearby house.
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Fucking. Finally. A breather, some juice, and a chance to get out of this G-D state jumpsuit.
I rummage around and find a pair of dirty jeans & a T-shirt that sorta fit. While I'm changing, I notice a grimy sock lying by the gas can, and... inspiration strikes. I snug the sock over my left hand, and tote the gas can with me back onto the fire escape, above the milling horde of raging Brony spergs.
I clear my throat, then sing out in my stellar baritone, with the accompanying sock puppet:
Me: Do you want to fuck a pony?
Sock puppet: Yes, I'd love to fuck a pony!
Me: Her plot is hot, soft, and squishy!
Sock puppet: I can pull her tail while she rides me!
Me: And then do it agaiiinnnnnn!
I'm waiting on the balcony. The can of gasoline at my feet, my open zippo in my free hand.
And i'm out for about 48 hours.
I rummage around and find a pair of dirty jeans & a T-shirt that sorta fit. While I'm changing, I notice a grimy sock lying by the gas can, and... inspiration strikes. I snug the sock over my left hand, and tote the gas can with me back onto the fire escape, above the milling horde of raging Brony spergs.
I clear my throat, then sing out in my stellar baritone, with the accompanying sock puppet:
Me: Do you want to fuck a pony?
Sock puppet: Yes, I'd love to fuck a pony!
Me: Her plot is hot, soft, and squishy!
Sock puppet: I can pull her tail while she rides me!
Me: And then do it agaiiinnnnnn!
I'm waiting on the balcony. The can of gasoline at my feet, my open zippo in my free hand.
And i'm out for about 48 hours.
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Brian and Nait enter the decaying building. They can hear muffled voices coming from upstairs. They creep up the stairway, move towards a door, and stop. They suddenly notice that the air is thick with the stench of weed...
Nait opens the door and enters the room. Most of the crumbling drywall has been covered with tie-die posters, dreamcatchers, and assorted occultist junk. JeJe is arguing with a man wearing a blue hoodie and sunglasses. As you enter, he turns away from JeJe, adjusts himself in his pink beanbag chair, and addresses you in an impossibly raspy voice.
"Hey dude, uhhhm, like, ahhh, how's it goin? Welcome to mah stonah den bros. Like, yah want a tarot chard readin or somthin?"
Nait opens the door and enters the room. Most of the crumbling drywall has been covered with tie-die posters, dreamcatchers, and assorted occultist junk. JeJe is arguing with a man wearing a blue hoodie and sunglasses. As you enter, he turns away from JeJe, adjusts himself in his pink beanbag chair, and addresses you in an impossibly raspy voice.
"Hey dude, uhhhm, like, ahhh, how's it goin? Welcome to mah stonah den bros. Like, yah want a tarot chard readin or somthin?"
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(After fleeing from a Loveshy that Nait later killed with his revolver, JejeDiamond tied her rashie around the waist and goes to a decaying building where she argues with the blue-hooded guy.)
I hope that guy with a hoodie isn't one of the spergs.
”Nait! I thought you were--”
“C'mon, Jeje, I just saved yer butt from that creep! Let's get outta here before the smell of weed will slow us down!”
“Oh, right. I don't need any mumbo-jumbo to save myself.”
Regrouping time. Nait, Brian, and Jeje in position, outside the stoner's house.
Let's all hope that Joe can make it to the hotel.
I hope that guy with a hoodie isn't one of the spergs.
”Nait! I thought you were--”
“C'mon, Jeje, I just saved yer butt from that creep! Let's get outta here before the smell of weed will slow us down!”
“Oh, right. I don't need any mumbo-jumbo to save myself.”
Regrouping time. Nait, Brian, and Jeje in position, outside the stoner's house.
Let's all hope that Joe can make it to the hotel.
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Kyle stands up.
"Wait, where yah goin? I'm, like, almost out of weed, and you guys seem, like, chill."
Kyle slings a M1 Garand on his back and picks up a crude bong made out of metal piping.
"Wait, where yah goin? I'm, like, almost out of weed, and you guys seem, like, chill."
Kyle slings a M1 Garand on his back and picks up a crude bong made out of metal piping.
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Brian searches around the room an finds:
1 Uzi with a full magazine.
2 cans of food.
1 joint.
a full water bottle.
And assorted "mystical" crap.
Meanwhile, the autistics swarm underneath Joe, crowding into a tighter and tighter area as they attempt to reach the fire escape.
1 Uzi with a full magazine.
2 cans of food.
1 joint.
a full water bottle.
And assorted "mystical" crap.
Meanwhile, the autistics swarm underneath Joe, crowding into a tighter and tighter area as they attempt to reach the fire escape.
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I stick the sock into the jerrycan, pull it out and the stick the other end back down the spout.
Joe looks down to his feet, as a soft piano chord starts, he looks up slowly as it swells
I went over to my Bro's house last night, and saw sights that can't be unseen,
Anthropomorphic horses, spread eagle, on his PC screen.
So much pony porn, so unclean.
He was begging to get inside Twilight Sparkle,
dressed as a college dean.
I begged and pleaded, God know I tried....
Don't fap to this
Anything but this
Just look for some tits, or an anal vid,
Something with humans, a giant Squid,
Or at least Hentai.....
JUST SO YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST A KID'S TV SHOW!
JUST SO YOU KNOW, LUNA AIN'T GONNA BE YOUR HO!
I. DON'T. CARE. WHAT YOUR REBUTTAL MAY SAY....
I light the sock, and toss the can over the fire escape.
(whispers) You're forever alone anyway.
Joe looks down to his feet, as a soft piano chord starts, he looks up slowly as it swells
I went over to my Bro's house last night, and saw sights that can't be unseen,
Anthropomorphic horses, spread eagle, on his PC screen.
So much pony porn, so unclean.
He was begging to get inside Twilight Sparkle,
dressed as a college dean.
I begged and pleaded, God know I tried....
Don't fap to this
Anything but this
Just look for some tits, or an anal vid,
Something with humans, a giant Squid,
Or at least Hentai.....
JUST SO YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST A KID'S TV SHOW!
JUST SO YOU KNOW, LUNA AIN'T GONNA BE YOUR HO!
I. DON'T. CARE. WHAT YOUR REBUTTAL MAY SAY....
I light the sock, and toss the can over the fire escape.
(whispers) You're forever alone anyway.
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At the sound of the cyberbullying musical number, the autists fly into a rage.
"Shtap mocking us NORMAL FAG! PONY POWER! KILL DAH PONYHATER!"
The Brony lets loose a cry of rage that causes Joes teeth to shake, and he begins to hoist his flabby frame up the ladder. Then the gas can hits him. The Bony's greasy hands fall away from the ladder. The Brony bellows as he falls to the concrete. With a sickening crunch he lands on several unfortunate autists. The can of gas falls to his side and ignites...
It makes a sound that can only be described as *Pawhhhoooooshhh!*
Pyro Joe leaps backwards just in time to avoid the rising mass of hot air and smoke. The entire horde is consumed in flames; autists slam into each other, smack themselves violently, or roll on the ground. It's no use. The mighty horde of autism, who's mere movement shook city blocks, is now a blackened alleyway coated in cinders, embers, and burnt flesh.
"Shtap mocking us NORMAL FAG! PONY POWER! KILL DAH PONYHATER!"
The Brony lets loose a cry of rage that causes Joes teeth to shake, and he begins to hoist his flabby frame up the ladder. Then the gas can hits him. The Bony's greasy hands fall away from the ladder. The Brony bellows as he falls to the concrete. With a sickening crunch he lands on several unfortunate autists. The can of gas falls to his side and ignites...
It makes a sound that can only be described as *Pawhhhoooooshhh!*
Pyro Joe leaps backwards just in time to avoid the rising mass of hot air and smoke. The entire horde is consumed in flames; autists slam into each other, smack themselves violently, or roll on the ground. It's no use. The mighty horde of autism, who's mere movement shook city blocks, is now a blackened alleyway coated in cinders, embers, and burnt flesh.
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Half an hour later, Nait, Jeje, Brian, and Kyle show up to find Joe calmly staring down at a heap of burnt autists corpses.
Now that you're closer, you can all see that the open metal door in the alley has had the inside covered in writing. The words "I have seen salvation" and "the blood of the damned" are repeated over and over in what you really hope is just red paint. You can make out a figure laying on the floor in the room.
The hotel is only a block away. Continuing through the alley sets you on the same road the hotel is on.
Now that you're closer, you can all see that the open metal door in the alley has had the inside covered in writing. The words "I have seen salvation" and "the blood of the damned" are repeated over and over in what you really hope is just red paint. You can make out a figure laying on the floor in the room.
The hotel is only a block away. Continuing through the alley sets you on the same road the hotel is on.
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Brian shines a flashlight in the machine room. The walls are covered with messages drawn in red liquid, lovely things like "I Am Their Prophet" and "The Blood of the damned shall be our Salvation".
A corpse of a heavy set blond man in his twenties lies on the concrete slab floor. Brian bends down and examines it. Large chunks of flesh are missing from the arms and legs. A close inspection of the wounds finds that they're not the jagged bite wounds of an autist attack, but clean, surgical cuts from a bladed instrument.
Brian pulls back the leg of the man's shorts and immediately gags. Stuck to the leg is a stained, reeking mess of gauss and tape. Brian takes a deep breath, pulls out a small pocket knife, and cuts away the bandage. A gaping, gangrenous bullet hole stairs back at him. It seems older than the other wounds.
Brian moves back, and notices a sheet of letter paper stuck in the fusebox of the machine room.
"They have chosen me. I am to be their prophet. I survived, when he didn't, and for my reward I was shown the way to salvation. I have had my fast in the desert. I now walk amongst them."
A corpse of a heavy set blond man in his twenties lies on the concrete slab floor. Brian bends down and examines it. Large chunks of flesh are missing from the arms and legs. A close inspection of the wounds finds that they're not the jagged bite wounds of an autist attack, but clean, surgical cuts from a bladed instrument.
Brian pulls back the leg of the man's shorts and immediately gags. Stuck to the leg is a stained, reeking mess of gauss and tape. Brian takes a deep breath, pulls out a small pocket knife, and cuts away the bandage. A gaping, gangrenous bullet hole stairs back at him. It seems older than the other wounds.
Brian moves back, and notices a sheet of letter paper stuck in the fusebox of the machine room.
"They have chosen me. I am to be their prophet. I survived, when he didn't, and for my reward I was shown the way to salvation. I have had my fast in the desert. I now walk amongst them."
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Who the hell are "they", and what happened to him?
Joe notices the precision of the wounds, and the freshness of the "paint".
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
He....He...He Did....He did this to himself.
Joe notices the precision of the wounds, and the freshness of the "paint".
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
He....He...He Did....He did this to himself.
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Ok, here's da updeats:
Nait dry heaves and props himself against the brick wall of the apartments. Most of the group joins him.
The group takes ten minutes to get to a point where they can walk without collapsing in a pile of vomit and tears.
Once he's regained his composure, Nait asks "So, what do we do now?"
Nait dry heaves and props himself against the brick wall of the apartments. Most of the group joins him.
The group takes ten minutes to get to a point where they can walk without collapsing in a pile of vomit and tears.
Once he's regained his composure, Nait asks "So, what do we do now?"
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Okay, sorry that I haven't posted anything recently. Here's the next part, if anyone's still interested.
Brian is the first to recover from the incident. While the others try and get their heads straight, he decides to sneak ahead on a tactical recon mission, to scope out any potential tangos. With wolf like stealth, he darts out of the ally and ducks behind a blue Subaru resting on the curb. Using his stealth powers, he darts around the street like a squirrel that consumed a condom's worth of methamphetamine. He can the hotel in the distance, and the street appears unblocked by autistics. As he ducks into a looted out antiques store, he finds a pile of latex scraps. They appear to have been burned a bit. Nearby is a paper picture of Morpheus with "Mylar is king" written on it. He shrugs this off and walks out of the store. Someone has spray painted "Die CISSCUM" on a billboard across the street. As Brian walks towards it, a scrap of paper blows into his foot. He picks it up and examines it. It's a drawing of a bear in a fedora.
Brian is the first to recover from the incident. While the others try and get their heads straight, he decides to sneak ahead on a tactical recon mission, to scope out any potential tangos. With wolf like stealth, he darts out of the ally and ducks behind a blue Subaru resting on the curb. Using his stealth powers, he darts around the street like a squirrel that consumed a condom's worth of methamphetamine. He can the hotel in the distance, and the street appears unblocked by autistics. As he ducks into a looted out antiques store, he finds a pile of latex scraps. They appear to have been burned a bit. Nearby is a paper picture of Morpheus with "Mylar is king" written on it. He shrugs this off and walks out of the store. Someone has spray painted "Die CISSCUM" on a billboard across the street. As Brian walks towards it, a scrap of paper blows into his foot. He picks it up and examines it. It's a drawing of a bear in a fedora.
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We've got to get to the past that crowd.
I walk up to Nait and pat him on the back.
Ya doing okay, 'ol buddy? Want me to get ya some lukewarm raw chicken?
I walk up to Nait and pat him on the back.
Ya doing okay, 'ol buddy? Want me to get ya some lukewarm raw chicken?
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"I'm fine. W-we should get moving."
The group exits the alleyway, regroups with Brian, and heads towards the hotel. The streets seem oddly empty of autists, and the group's progress is unimpeded. Until they're a block away from the hotel, that is. As they close in on the hotel, a voice shouts down at them from the rooftops.
"Hark, foul MRAs, for you shall now stop your ruthless campaign of anti-feminism terror! Yes, I see you, waving around your...ugh, Freudian metal penis replacements. But tremble in fear, for I am..."
An immense blue object hurls itself down from a nearby rooftop and lands on a car. You stare at it in disbelief. It's an obese man wearing a crude blue bear suit stitched together out of what appears to be carpet scraps. On his head is a brown fedora, with a circular saw blade set in the brim.
"...TOM PRESTON, LONE DEFENDER OF FEMINISM! HAVE AT THEE, DUDEBRO SCUM!"
The lone defender of feminism grabs the Saw Fedora off of his head and hurls it at you. It sails far over your heads and lands with a clatter in front of a pizza joint far behind you.
Tom turns bright red.
"YOU...YOU... That wasn't what I meant to do you you you... FUCK YOU YOU GOSH DARN TROLLS STHAP CRITICIZING MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Tom jumps down from the car roof and reaches into the passenger side window. He pulls out another SawFedora, and then grabs what looks like a squirt gun attached to a bicycle pump. And then you notice the blow torch taped to the squirt gun nozzle.
"I WILL NOT HAVE REDDIT TROLLS CRITICIZING MY ARRRTTTWOOOORRRRKKK!" Tom Preston yells as he pushes down the bicycle pump plunger, which sends a stream of fire out of the squirt gun.
Can you tell I'm not much of an artist?
Okay, I'll be back soon to roll for the initiatives. Also, I modified the gun ranges, I'll post the updated ranges with the initiatives.
The group exits the alleyway, regroups with Brian, and heads towards the hotel. The streets seem oddly empty of autists, and the group's progress is unimpeded. Until they're a block away from the hotel, that is. As they close in on the hotel, a voice shouts down at them from the rooftops.
"Hark, foul MRAs, for you shall now stop your ruthless campaign of anti-feminism terror! Yes, I see you, waving around your...ugh, Freudian metal penis replacements. But tremble in fear, for I am..."
An immense blue object hurls itself down from a nearby rooftop and lands on a car. You stare at it in disbelief. It's an obese man wearing a crude blue bear suit stitched together out of what appears to be carpet scraps. On his head is a brown fedora, with a circular saw blade set in the brim.
"...TOM PRESTON, LONE DEFENDER OF FEMINISM! HAVE AT THEE, DUDEBRO SCUM!"
The lone defender of feminism grabs the Saw Fedora off of his head and hurls it at you. It sails far over your heads and lands with a clatter in front of a pizza joint far behind you.
Tom turns bright red.
"YOU...YOU... That wasn't what I meant to do you you you... FUCK YOU YOU GOSH DARN TROLLS STHAP CRITICIZING MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Tom jumps down from the car roof and reaches into the passenger side window. He pulls out another SawFedora, and then grabs what looks like a squirt gun attached to a bicycle pump. And then you notice the blow torch taped to the squirt gun nozzle.
"I WILL NOT HAVE REDDIT TROLLS CRITICIZING MY ARRRTTTWOOOORRRRKKK!" Tom Preston yells as he pushes down the bicycle pump plunger, which sends a stream of fire out of the squirt gun.
Okay, I'll be back soon to roll for the initiatives. Also, I modified the gun ranges, I'll post the updated ranges with the initiatives.
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Ya know, I'll admit I had some doubts about the fun-factor in a Lolcow based RPG in the beginning....
Never. Again. I'm dying laughing.
Btw, where am I on the map? I was with the group.
Never. Again. I'm dying laughing.
Btw, where am I on the map? I was with the group.
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Initiative:
JeJe: 11
Tom Preston: 11
Kyle: 10
Pyro Joe: 8
Nait: 7
Brian: 6
Okay, I just have a few rule changes that I wanted to make for balance reasons. First, toughness is now one half of your vigor. This is so autistics can't shrug off six units of damage unless their incredibly powerful and to make the game a bit harder.
Secondly, I modified the guns a little bit. I reduced the accuracy bonus for aiming so it's not too game breaking, and I modified the ranges of the guns. Each "Tile" on the map is equal to one yard currently, although this will probably change around a little bit (I'll let you know if the scale has changed).
Sorry that it's split up, it's acting weird.
I don't mean for this to come off as arbitrary, but I'm still kind of testing this modification, and I want to make sure it works. If you have a complaint or suggestion, please tell me.
Oh, and The Knife's Husbando is at the TKH marker.
JeJe: 11
Tom Preston: 11
Kyle: 10
Pyro Joe: 8
Nait: 7
Brian: 6
Okay, I just have a few rule changes that I wanted to make for balance reasons. First, toughness is now one half of your vigor. This is so autistics can't shrug off six units of damage unless their incredibly powerful and to make the game a bit harder.
Secondly, I modified the guns a little bit. I reduced the accuracy bonus for aiming so it's not too game breaking, and I modified the ranges of the guns. Each "Tile" on the map is equal to one yard currently, although this will probably change around a little bit (I'll let you know if the scale has changed).
Pistols: 6/12/24.
Assault Rifles: 16/24/36.
Assault Rifles: 16/24/36.
Rifles (Unscoped): 16/24/36.
Rifles (Scoped): 24/44/64.
Machine Guns: 16/24/36.
Shotguns: 12/20/28.
Rifles (Scoped): 24/44/64.
Machine Guns: 16/24/36.
Shotguns: 12/20/28.
Glock 17: DAM: 1d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 1. RoF: 3. WT: 2lbs. AmmCap: 17.
M1911: DAM: 2d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 1. RoF: 3. WT: 2.7lb. AmmCap: 7
.38 Revolver: DAM: 1d6+1. MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 2. WT: 2lb. AmmCap: 6. Requires one full turn to reload!
.22 Target Pistol: DAM: 1d6. MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 3. WT: 3lb. AmmCap: 10.
Browning Hi-Power: DAM: 1d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 1. RoF: 3. WT: 2lb. AmmCap: 13.
Raging Bull .44 Magnum: DAM: 3d6. MinSt: d6. ACC: 1. RoF: 1. WT: 2lb. AmmCap: 6. Takes a full round to reload!
Deagle: DAM: 8d6. MinSt d10. ACC: -1(at all times). RoF: 1. WT: 4.5lb. AmmCap: 7
Le Matt Revolver: This is a modern weapon based on the 1800s LeMatt revolver. It has a 9-round cylinder chambered in .38 special and a center barrel that can be loaded with 16 gauge buckshot. DAM: 1d6+1, Buckshot 2d6, MinSt: d8. ACC: 1. RoF: 1. WT: 3lb. AmmCap: 10.
Uzi: DAM: 1d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 1. RoF: 10 (full auto). WT: 8lb. AmmCap: 25.
MP5: DAM: 1d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 13. WT: 7lb. AmmCap: 15
AK-47: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 2 RoF: 8. WT: 9.5lb. AmmCap: 30.
M4: DAM: 2d6 MinSt: d4. ACC: 3. RoF: 13. WT: 7.5lb. AmmCap: 30.
Three round burst capable.
Note, a scoped rifle suffers no penalty to accuracy at medium range.
.30-.30 Lever action: DAM: 2d8 MinSt: d4. ACC: 3 RoF: 1. WT: 7lb. AmmCap: 6. Take entire round to reload!
M1 Garand: DAM: 4d6. MinSt: d6. ACC: 3. RoF: 3. WT: 10. AmmCap: 8
Pump Action Hunting Rifle: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 4 RoF: 1 WT: 10 AmmCap: 5. Always scoped.
M21: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d4. ACC: 3. RoF: 2. WT: 12lb. AmmCap: 20 Always scoped.
M40A1: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 4. RoF: 1. WT: 14lb. AmmCap: 5 Requires 1 full round to reload. Always scoped.
L96A1: DAM: 3d6. MinSt: d4. ACC: 4. RoF: 1 WT: 13lb. AmmCap: 10. Always scoped.
M82A1: DAM: 13d6 MinSt: d8.ACC: 6. RoF: 1 WT: 32lb. AmmCap: 11
Always scoped. Can’t be fired without crouching and aiming.
BAR: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 2. RoF: 8 WT: 15. AmmCap: 20
M60: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d8. ACC: 3. RoF: 10. WT: 23lb. AmmCap: 100 Requires entire turn to load.
M249: DAM: 2d6 MinSt: d8. ACC: 3. RoF: 9. WT: 22lb AmmCap: 200 Requires entire turn to load.
M2: DAM: 13d6 ACC: 10. RoF: 14 WT: 83lb. AmmCap: 1000.
Can’t fire unmounted or unaimed unless you have d12 strength.
Add +1 to accuracy at short ranges. Damage done with shotguns decreases with range. At medium range, they roll 3d6 for damage. At long ranges, they only roll a 1d6. This does not apply to slugs, which roll the same damage at all ranges
Double Barrel: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 2. WT: 9lb. AmmCap: 2.
Can fire both barrels. Roll two dice, don’t add the +1 to accuracy.
Model 12: DAM: 4d6. MinSt: d6. ACC: 2 RoF: 1. WT: 8lb AmmCap: 6 Requires full round to reload.
AA-12: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d8. ACC: 1. RoF: 5. WT: 12lb AmmCap: 20
M1911: DAM: 2d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 1. RoF: 3. WT: 2.7lb. AmmCap: 7
.38 Revolver: DAM: 1d6+1. MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 2. WT: 2lb. AmmCap: 6. Requires one full turn to reload!
.22 Target Pistol: DAM: 1d6. MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 3. WT: 3lb. AmmCap: 10.
Browning Hi-Power: DAM: 1d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 1. RoF: 3. WT: 2lb. AmmCap: 13.
Raging Bull .44 Magnum: DAM: 3d6. MinSt: d6. ACC: 1. RoF: 1. WT: 2lb. AmmCap: 6. Takes a full round to reload!
Deagle: DAM: 8d6. MinSt d10. ACC: -1(at all times). RoF: 1. WT: 4.5lb. AmmCap: 7
Le Matt Revolver: This is a modern weapon based on the 1800s LeMatt revolver. It has a 9-round cylinder chambered in .38 special and a center barrel that can be loaded with 16 gauge buckshot. DAM: 1d6+1, Buckshot 2d6, MinSt: d8. ACC: 1. RoF: 1. WT: 3lb. AmmCap: 10.
Uzi: DAM: 1d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 1. RoF: 10 (full auto). WT: 8lb. AmmCap: 25.
MP5: DAM: 1d8. MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 13. WT: 7lb. AmmCap: 15
AK-47: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 2 RoF: 8. WT: 9.5lb. AmmCap: 30.
M4: DAM: 2d6 MinSt: d4. ACC: 3. RoF: 13. WT: 7.5lb. AmmCap: 30.
Three round burst capable.
Note, a scoped rifle suffers no penalty to accuracy at medium range.
.30-.30 Lever action: DAM: 2d8 MinSt: d4. ACC: 3 RoF: 1. WT: 7lb. AmmCap: 6. Take entire round to reload!
M1 Garand: DAM: 4d6. MinSt: d6. ACC: 3. RoF: 3. WT: 10. AmmCap: 8
Pump Action Hunting Rifle: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 4 RoF: 1 WT: 10 AmmCap: 5. Always scoped.
M21: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d4. ACC: 3. RoF: 2. WT: 12lb. AmmCap: 20 Always scoped.
M40A1: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 4. RoF: 1. WT: 14lb. AmmCap: 5 Requires 1 full round to reload. Always scoped.
L96A1: DAM: 3d6. MinSt: d4. ACC: 4. RoF: 1 WT: 13lb. AmmCap: 10. Always scoped.
M82A1: DAM: 13d6 MinSt: d8.ACC: 6. RoF: 1 WT: 32lb. AmmCap: 11
Always scoped. Can’t be fired without crouching and aiming.
BAR: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d6. ACC: 2. RoF: 8 WT: 15. AmmCap: 20
M60: DAM: 3d6 MinSt: d8. ACC: 3. RoF: 10. WT: 23lb. AmmCap: 100 Requires entire turn to load.
M249: DAM: 2d6 MinSt: d8. ACC: 3. RoF: 9. WT: 22lb AmmCap: 200 Requires entire turn to load.
M2: DAM: 13d6 ACC: 10. RoF: 14 WT: 83lb. AmmCap: 1000.
Can’t fire unmounted or unaimed unless you have d12 strength.
Add +1 to accuracy at short ranges. Damage done with shotguns decreases with range. At medium range, they roll 3d6 for damage. At long ranges, they only roll a 1d6. This does not apply to slugs, which roll the same damage at all ranges
Double Barrel: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d4. ACC: 2. RoF: 2. WT: 9lb. AmmCap: 2.
Can fire both barrels. Roll two dice, don’t add the +1 to accuracy.
Model 12: DAM: 4d6. MinSt: d6. ACC: 2 RoF: 1. WT: 8lb AmmCap: 6 Requires full round to reload.
AA-12: DAM: 4d6 MinSt: d8. ACC: 1. RoF: 5. WT: 12lb AmmCap: 20
I don't mean for this to come off as arbitrary, but I'm still kind of testing this modification, and I want to make sure it works. If you have a complaint or suggestion, please tell me.
Oh, and The Knife's Husbando is at the TKH marker.