- Joined
- Apr 15, 2014
"Hey, kid, we can talk about your novel later, okay."
Roll persuade: 2
Connor glares at Nait.
"Oh, I see! You're just too plebeian for my artistic genius, and you want to bully me because you're a philistine! Is that how how it is?"
"...Do you even know what those words mean?"
"FUCKY YOU! EVERYONE HERE IS SO MEAN TO ME FOR NO GODDAMN REASON!!!!"
Connor turns and scuttles towards the hall way to rooms 234-255. He stops, turns back, and yells
"I BET YOU WERE ADOPTED TOO!"
Fuck this, I'm going to bed.
Nait and the rest go find unoccupied rooms and get some sleep.
The next day, Dave has called you all to the 'warroom'. That's the term he gave to the suite that he set up a card table and a few maps in. You quickly discover he has a tendency for drama.
"Alright folks, here's the situation. We're nearly out of food and medical supplies. We haven't been able to get out to scavenge for a while, not in any meaningful capacity. The autists just swarm us. But you, you're immune. The autists have trouble sensing you. You'll be able to get the supplies we need if we're all going to survive. Now.."
He takes out a map of the surrounding area and begins marking places.
"There's a stripmall with a grocery store to the northwest. There was unlooted supplies there when the last scout was there, about a week ago. However, that same scout got ambushed about two blocks north of the hotel, and dropped what he was carrying back.
Now, you all might be wondering 'why should I do this?' Well, for starters you continue to live here, get medical attention, food, ammo, shelter from the hordes of zombies, stuff like that. However, if you all are able to bring back supplies, we'll give you a few spare guns from the armory. We're got a BAR, some kind of sniper rifle, some weird ass assault rifle, and a few pistols, plus ammo. You'll need a truck or something to haul back a good amount, there's a loading bay around the side of the hotel, it connects to an underground parking garage. Any questions? Remember, we're counting on you."
Roll persuade: 2
Connor glares at Nait.
"Oh, I see! You're just too plebeian for my artistic genius, and you want to bully me because you're a philistine! Is that how how it is?"
"...Do you even know what those words mean?"
"FUCKY YOU! EVERYONE HERE IS SO MEAN TO ME FOR NO GODDAMN REASON!!!!"
Connor turns and scuttles towards the hall way to rooms 234-255. He stops, turns back, and yells
"I BET YOU WERE ADOPTED TOO!"
Fuck this, I'm going to bed.
Nait and the rest go find unoccupied rooms and get some sleep.
The next day, Dave has called you all to the 'warroom'. That's the term he gave to the suite that he set up a card table and a few maps in. You quickly discover he has a tendency for drama.
"Alright folks, here's the situation. We're nearly out of food and medical supplies. We haven't been able to get out to scavenge for a while, not in any meaningful capacity. The autists just swarm us. But you, you're immune. The autists have trouble sensing you. You'll be able to get the supplies we need if we're all going to survive. Now.."
He takes out a map of the surrounding area and begins marking places.
Now, you all might be wondering 'why should I do this?' Well, for starters you continue to live here, get medical attention, food, ammo, shelter from the hordes of zombies, stuff like that. However, if you all are able to bring back supplies, we'll give you a few spare guns from the armory. We're got a BAR, some kind of sniper rifle, some weird ass assault rifle, and a few pistols, plus ammo. You'll need a truck or something to haul back a good amount, there's a loading bay around the side of the hotel, it connects to an underground parking garage. Any questions? Remember, we're counting on you."
