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Planting your booted feet firmly on the hot asphalt, you stand like a statue and shake your head–no, you growl, you <span class="mu-i">WON’T</span>! Flicking the ‘switch’ that activates your <span class="mu-g">BONE ARMOR,</span> you stare daggers at the approaching <span class="mu-r">APC</span> and wait. You’re a pedestrian, after all–you’ve got <span class="mu-b">RIGHT OF WAY!</span>
The folks in the convoy don’t seem to care, however–powering up the hill to the parking lot, the military vehicles hardly react as thick, bony plates form over your clothes! Fighting to ignore the sweltering heat inside your armor, you stand firm as the leader of the proverbial ‘pack’ bursts into the parking lot and into a collision course with you!
You can almost feel the heat from the APC against your face when the leader <span class="mu-s">SWERVES</span> to avoid you! Wildly firing its machine gun, its shots and the vehicle itself go wide as the driver struggles to regain control! When the war machine crashes into a parked van, however, it’s clear that isn’t gonna happen. In a vain attempt to correct itself, the APC skids along the pavement sending black smoke and an acrid smell across the lot! Lifting off the ground from four wheels to two, the vehicle finally gives up and tumbles a few times across the pavement before coming to a rest next to the fence.
“Well,” Ly remarks as the APC slowly catches on fire, “guess they weren’t in a talkin’ mood…”
Yea, you mutter, and neither are <span class="mu-i">THEY</span>! You scarcely have time to duck behind cover before the three remaining <span class="mu-r">APCS</span> tear into the parking lot with their machine gun turrets! Circling the parking lot, the lead vehicle resumes taking shots at <span class="mu-b">PAULIE’S TRUCK</span> while the others focus on lighting <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> up! Hunkering down behind a pickup truck close to Talbot, Syb, and Gramps, you allow yourself a few quick breaths–you’ve got at <span class="mu-i">least</span> a few seconds before they rip this car apart, right?
Your answer comes in the form of a hail of bullets tearing your cover in half.
“Yep.” Replies your skeleton.
You’ve got some options here, but diplomacy doesn’t seem like one of them. What’s the plan?
>BLAST AN APC! (LASER EYE? ROCKET LAUNCHER? OTHER ITEM?)
>HAVE LY TRY TO POSSESS SOMEONE!
>TRY TO HOP ONTO AN APC AND PRY IT OPEN!
>RUSH OVER TO PAULIE’S TRUCK!
>TRY TO GET THE REST OF THE GANG’S ATTENTION!
>WRITE-IN!
Meanwhile, what do your <span class="mu-b">PALS</span> do? The others will support!
>TALBOT CHUCKS SOMETHING AT ‘EM! (WHAT?)
>SYB TRIES A SPELL, HANGOVER BE DAMNED! (WHICH SPELL?)
>GRAMPS DOES SOME FANCY SHARPSHOOTIN’ ON A SMALL TARGET! (VIEWPORTS? WHEELS? SOMETHING ELSE?)
>WRITE-IN!
