The end of the world, d20 Modern/Future

[Vazzaroth]

As soon as Tim's head pops over the counter, the person on the other side's head snaps up quickly.
Errh?!

Tim sees a man, probably homeless, in a dirty black cap and similarly dirty coat. His bushy beard is matted and it looks like he might have been drooling into it. One eye doesn't focus correctly for the moment he looks at Tim. This man is drunk.

However, that is the least of Tim's worries. After a second of staring up, he tumbles forward from his sitting position and now you can see the Hunting Shotgun in his left hand. Rolling on the ground sloppily, he brings the gun to bear where Tim was, and fires!

The blast cuts a circular hole through the counter, but Tim withdraws in time. He is now ten feet away from a drunken hobo with a shotgun with only a broken wooden counter between them.

Init:
Tim 9
Hobo 3


The doctors can hear the gunshot come from the side of the store.

[UglyPanda]

Greg

"The f***?" Greg decides to keep searching for supplies. He's unarmed and that military guy could handle it. What was that guy's name, Strom Thurmond?

[Theeon]

When they have finished assembling the guns. "Well we should head back I'm sure the others will be waiting"

[FascistKarp]

Tim AC:16 (20, with half cover), HP:8/8

After that shot time immediately backs up as far as possible. While running to his left he pulls out the flare gun he had tucked into one of the pockets of his EMT vest. He makes a point of running into the aisle just enough to break line of sight, but not too far. He wants to be able to take a shot at the guy with his trusty flare gun.

He pops around the corner to take a pop shot at the bum with the gun.

He figures this thing has gotten him out of tight spots before, what's wrong with lighting a guy on fire to get him out of this one.

Attack roll:
(1d20+3)[11]
Damage roll:
(1d8)[1]

[Vazzaroth]

((Shortest round ever.))

Tim manages to get around the corner before the hobo can balance himself and pump the weapon.

His flare, fired from the corner of the Aisle, flies at the drunk, but misses him due to erratic flight of the flare. It burns a hole in the other side of the desk, and quietly illuminates the whole corner in red.

The Hobo takes a moment to stand up and steady himself. He yells incoherently and shoots another blast at Tim's corner. The shot is not even close to hitting, and buckshot takes off the top part of the Aisle... across from Tim.

[FascistKarp]

After watching the flare char the corner of the counter Tim can't help but smile on the inside almost in disbelief that he actually fired a flare at a person. Its something pyros dream of.

He immediately takes five steps further into the aisle, pops the flare out and pops another in.

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Five foot step
Full round: reload internal magazine

[Forgotten T.S.]

Ken snaps the last cartridge into place, pulling back the hammer, and loading the barrel. Flipping the safety he looks to the other two, "Ok fellas... I'm ready. Can either of you shoot?"

As he says this, he tucks a .50 Desert Eagle into an underarm holster, while slinging a M4 Carbine over his shoulder. "I've got a spare Desert Eagle... the Spaz... and the Rifle." He picks up the baton, and tucks it into his ammo-belt loop. "The Spaz isn't a difficult piece of metal. Just aim, and fire. It'll blow a hole through a solid cement wall..."

He walks over to his jacket rack and throws on his leather jacket, looking back to the other two, "So... I'll probably carry the rifle unless either of you are partial to it. The siting is accurate up to 3/4 of a mile."

Walking back over to his stuff he picks up the walkie-talkie, "Thompson, come in. Campus Team is clear and ready, we have a good stockage of stuff here. Do me a favor and tell your team to look for any 5.56, 7.62, or 12g Shotgun rounds. I don't think that Wal-Mart carries any .50 amoo."

[Vazzaroth]

A: ((The docs can be coming if they like, it will take a few rounds to make it there.))

The hobo yells again as Tim withdraws. He leaps over the low counter, stumbles and rounds the corner quickly, almost running into Tim. He stops just before him, it looks like he was expecting Tim to be farther around it.

Tim is now face to face with the shotgun hobo. He smells horrible; booze and trash combined.



B
Thompson comes in with some static "Got it... Im outsi-... in humvee..."

[FascistKarp]

Tim AC: 16 HP: 8/8

As soon at Time Realized the hobo had taken the time to vault over the counter and run at him, he realized the barrel of the gun was in his face. As Tim realized being at the end of a shotgun barrel is a dark place, he immediately took a step back and fired another flare directly at the Hobo

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Five foot step
Attack Roll:
(1d20+3)[7]
Damage Roll:
(1d8)[5]

[Foolster41]

((Search check for meds (Forgot) (D20+3)[19]))

"That was a gunshot!" Martin runs to the noise, pulling out his dagger and looking for a better weapon on his way. (A mop maybe?) He turns to Greg "Arn't you coming?"

((Search for a more effective weapon (D20+1)[19]))

((The Heck? I've been calling my character Robert? Bagh! It's probibly easier to stick with Robert. ))

[Vazzaroth]

((Two things:

Foolster, you can get there next round if you started when the first gun shot went off. 3 rounds total.

And, It would be good if people can start their post with their character name, since we seem to have to have some confusion.))

[UglyPanda]

Greg

"One: I have no clue what that gunshot was for, it could've gone off accidentally. Two: You crazy? All I've got is some pepper spray. I can't do s***. If you really want to help, go get that army guy. He'll know what to do."

[Vazzaroth]

Tim's attack hits the shelf to the side of the man, a space blanket on it ignites a few moments later.

The crazed man clicks he trigger again, but finds the double barrel shotgun to be empty. He yells once again, and swaggers up and swings the firearm at Tim.

The butt of the gun smacks Tim in the cheek with some decent force. (3 Damage)

Robert/Martin? (Ill use Martin. I dunno where Robert came from) arrives at the aisle just after Tim is hit in the face.


Tim
Hobo
Martin

[Forgotten T.S.]

Ken Rice - Gun Totting LARP'er


He sighs as he looks down at the walkie-talkie, then looks back to the others, "Well... there's three of us... and almost thirty pounds of Ammo, plus the guns. That won't fit on my bike... so. We wait around... or want to check a few of the houses for keys... or I could try to hotwire a car."

[Theeon]

Kendrick

"I was thinking the same thing. So my vote is to hot wire a car, since the parking spots arnt assigned it would be a needle in a hay stack trying to match a key to the right car."

[Vazzaroth]

Group A's combat:

[Foolster41]

When Martin arrives, he goes down the isle on his right, trying to sneak around behind the hobo. ((I'll roll the sneak checks when it comes to my turn.))

[FascistKarp]

Tim AC:16 HP: 5/8

Tim lets his trusty flare gun go as he attempts to compromise any shred of balance the Hobo had and bring him down.

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Free action: Drop Flare Gun

Trip Attempt:
(1d20-1)[15]

Strength Check:
(1d20-1)[1]

[Theeon]

Kendrick looks around the parking lot taking special note of any pick-up trucks.

[Suzuro]

Gunner walks out of the building and helps look for any vehicle that would work..although a truck would certainly help.

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Spot: (1d20+1)[4]

-Suzuro

[Vazzaroth]

A

The hobo swings the shotgun like a club above Tims head as he ducks to try and sweep his feet out from under him. Tim's legs kick at the Hobo's shin, but the weak kick is stopped by his enemies heavy feet. The crazed drunk swings a kick back at Tim, but he's able to jump back quickly enough. (Counter-trip opposed: 6 VS 17)

The drunk shoves a hand into his tattered coat and pulls out two more shells, breaks the gun, and loads them in.
((No AoO as Tim is unarmed.))


Init:
Martin
Tim
Hobo

B
There is a shortbed pickup, and a few small SUV's, and a number of compact cars.

[Foolster41]

Martin goes up the isle as far as he can, trying to get behind him while ducking his head down enough to not be seen. ((If their high shelves, then no need.)) If and when he is close enough he stabs the hobo in the back.

((Move silently: (D20+2)[4]
If Applicable Attack and damage rolls: (D20-1)[3] (1D4-1)[0]))

[Theeon]

Kendrick

Kendrick jogs to the the light pick-up truck and takes a pocket tool out of his pocket. He folds out the screwdriver tool, kneels by the door and inserts the tool into the doors lock and twists it around.

Disable Device

[Vazzaroth]

B

A few minutes after Kendrick has been working with some success, three arrows suddenly thump into the truck, at least one came a little too close for comfort to his hand.

Hey Ken, I know you've got guns. Share the wealth, man!

Three boys with competition-bows from the PE department are positioned behind you, on the other side of a concrete railing parallel to the Dorms. Ken recognizes one as a member of the Archery team, Jerry Blakers.
Just leave us the Sniper and a Handgun, and nobody gets hurt, alright?
All three boys have their bows pulled back again, aiming at the party.

((Don't have access to your sheets at work right now, please roll your init for yourself this time.))
Init:
Archers 12

[Theeon]

Kendrick HP:7/7 AC:11(+4 total defense, possibly +4 from cover)

Kendrick whips around the car, taking cover behind the truck. He pulls the pistol up and aims it at the others.

init (1d20+1=6)

((5 ft step SE, total defense action,))

[Suzuro]

Gunner

Initiative: (1d20)[20]

Gunner stands a bit confused, but looks down at his hand....his axe still there...and looks back up. ...do you really want to do this? Before dodging up and trying to get behind a car.

Move to the farthest right spot behind the car.


-Suzuro

[Forgotten T.S.]

Ken blinks as he looks over his shoulder at the boys, and frowns. Slowly he turns to face them, arching a brow as he sets his hand on the M4 Carbine's handle as it hangs off of his shoulder, "This is a big mistake..."*

With quick reflexes he ducks over to the Car right next to Gunner**. He lowers himself down onto his belly and kicks off the safety on the M4 Carbine... preparing to unleash total hell***.

"Just walk away, boys. We don't need to be fighting eachother, there are enough things in this world to fight already."


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*- Initiative - (1d20+3)[23]

**- Move Action - Move 2E, 1NE.

***- Free Action - Fall Prone. Gain a +4 to AC vs. Ranged Attacks. Gain Total Concealment.

[Forgotten T.S.]

Ken watches the boy closely for any indication that they are going to give this up... and having saw none, decides the only way to stop them. He shifts himself forward a bit, getting a clear line-of-site to Jerry Blakes*.

After getting the braggert little nancy in his sights... he fires.**

Hopefully putting a round into Jerry, he shouts out again, "Get out of here, kids. I don't want to kill you."

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*- Added Movement to Previous Actions (Considering I Won Int) - I'm merely making myself visible to S1 and JB, I am still Partially Concealed. I am not actually moving out of my hex, since I can move a line base-to-base with them.


** Standard Action - Attack JB

M4 Carbine Shot - (1d20+3)[20] vs. JB's AC
Ballistic Damage - (2d8)[8]

[FascistKarp]

Tim AC: 16 (20 with Total Defense) HP: 5/8

Tim had never expected to come up against such a well prepared hobo. As soon as he sees the shells come out of the pocket he freezes but just for a second.

NOT good

Tim makes a point of reaching for his trusty flare gun. Figuring if he can't trip a drunk, at least he'll have his gun back.

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Total Defense action
Move action: Pick up flare gun

[Vazzaroth]

A

Last round:
Martin moves closer, but bumps into a shelf and knocks a fishing pole over. The hobo doesn't seem to react to that in any way.

This round:

Tim Picks up his gun and is light on his feet.

The Bum (predictably) blasts another two shells to very little effect. He makes the most frustrated grunt-yell yet!


Tim
Hobo
Martin


B

Ken
Goes to ground and rolls behind the tire of a midsize sedan and pops a shot out of the Carbine and into Jerry's shoulder, close to his heart. He reels and doubles over, yelling:
****! MAN! Your not the only one that needs protection! Whadaya think these bows are gonna do against frickin' aliens?!

Gunnar moves around the car, keeping low.

JB drops to the ground and out of sight behind the concrete barrier.
DO IT! He yells.

His lackies draw back their bows and shoot... at the truck. One pierces the front-left tired and it begins to deflate. The other is deflected harmlessly off of the Truck's Hubcap. The student who shot the failed shot yells EFF THIS! and takes off around the corner of the dorm to the north, leaving the Longbow (But no arrows). The other moves around the corner, farther from Jerry, and crouches behind the wall (9/10ths cover).

Kendrick takes up his firing position.
((Not a 5 foot step since it would be through the truck, but a 10 Ft move works, and a Total Defense is only an attack action, so it still works))

Ken 23
Gunnar 20
Archers 12
Kendrick 6


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