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>NUMBERS: And Captain, while you're up there, take a look through these. [+BINOCULARS, -2 FATE]
<span class="mu-s">FATE -> 3</span>
The Captain takes the binoculars in hand with a grunt and looks north.
>IRON LUNG looks into the far distance.
>[SILENCE] FORTUNA withholds the WANDERING ENCOUNTER roll.
>XOM tuts.
"Anything to report, Sir?" you inquire.
[ACERBITY] He wheezes in that sickly manner which you have come to detest and fret over. "Fat load of fucking nothing. It's a building."
Then he looks to the northeast.
>IRON LUNG looks into the far distance.
>[SILENCE] FORTUNA withholds the WANDERING ENCOUNTER roll.
[ACERBITY] He starts, rubs the lenses, then curses. "A whole horde full of fuckin' ugly dead things is standing around the city over there."
"AMAZING. It's another Necropolis!" MUNCH throws his arms up into the air. "Just like the last two..."
"Oi, don't get your knickers in a twist just yet, MUNCH. What's the deadite temperament?"
"It's one group." The Captain looks once again. "Positively static, idle. Seems like an easy target."
"We could drive around them after we check out the building first. Deadites aren't too dangerous, relatively speaking..." NUMBERS yawns.
"Shite," you mutter. "Do you think Blackrock still stands?" That was the name of the next major town. You remember only a little bit of the map, your memory of it now crumbling as it was in your hand back then. The way things are shaping up now...
