>>6101556(1) you deck yourself out like tanto.
Seeing your war paint, the Slav, already in a black face mask cries out
>hi ho SilverGranting you the buff of Kemosabe, [buffs from your partner grant +2]
You charge, both of you, into the sea of ghouls. The slav whacks, while you, for you part Whomp.
Whomp is the word and the word is whomp.
(5) ghouls were whomped that day in what authorities are calling the worst intra-day whomp spree since the the 1932 whomping epidemic, during which some 83 anti-whomping demonstrators were whomped in a single 36 hour period, by pro-whomping extremists.
The case was never solved.
The two of you race (5) to the ambulance.
The crowd murmers at this first at the houston race track, Termelon paying $2 against the unknown "slav" at $3.20, nevertheless a favorite to place.
>The men are ready and the track is muddy>And they're off!>Termelon starts with a slide and slip across just escaping the dentured jaws of a decrepit abuella>El Slavorino comes up close behind to give the old girl a thrill>Termelon skates forward across the hopes and dreams of 2 future doctors>while the slav makes peace with never owning a home with his signiture guard move "forever a renter" >Termelon gets caught in conversation with no less than ten underserved youths about the real meaning of pants hanging below your ass, and it's relation to prison romance>not to be outdone, the slav tells a group of three philosophers, all named champagniqua, exactly what he thinks of social justice>suddenly the slav pulls a head . . . from its body and takes the lead>the slav gains by a length>Suddenly termelon breaks out of the conversation about white guilt having picked the young geniuses brains . . . From his clothes>it's a close move to the finish as Termelon and the slav dash down the slick track>its slav Termelon>Termelon>Slav>and Termelon takes it by a nose . . . still stuck to the tip of his macheteYou climb up onto the ambulance hood, and one of the men there fires a few bullets at the twisting crowd.
>were you just shouting a play by play? But this is no time for theatrics or time wasting banter.
>nevermind that old chapYou interrupt this questioner
>how about a super alliance? I've got this anagram i've been working on, for about 15 seconds. It's going to catch on, im quite sure of it.>y-yeah, dealYou are now on High Ground, and can climb atop the ambulance roof to become Unreachable.
[Climbing atop the ambulance may leave you trapped]
The Slav continues
>guarding [+2]>defenistrating ghouls>fighting more ghouls[My 4th, 3rd and 2nd to succeed] 1-9p, 0f
[1st avoids calamity] 1-9p, 0f
You have 3 actions.
You can fight, distract, loot, focus, ask questions, survey the surroundings, survey ghouls, or flee.
[4th, 3rd and 2nd digit determine success] 1-9p, 0f
[1st digit avoids trouble] 1-9p, 0f
