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Another Initiative roll please 10 for Gorilla-Men

GM Strange things happened in Bedlam. And there were plenty of fools thats strange things could happen too. Like these pedestrians. Give em order? A sensible order? No chance! Instead, they started writhing with strange jerky movements. "Grr..." "Mmmph...." "Ugggh...." They started with - a variety of gutteral sounds whilst they twisted and jerked. "Oook..." they finished with. Knuckles on the ground, eyes wide, hirsute and confused, six pedestrains had turned into six gorilla men (and women!) And were not best pleased about the transformation!

Ill roll initiative because its heading that way anyway 14 - as bad as it gets Im leaning towards Baz striking now because of the tilts - but Lawrence might restrain him.

Gamma Buzz Gaz almost teared up (radioactive green glowing tears, of course!) at Lawrences defence at him. But his fists detracted from his tears. They spontanously formed. His antenna quivered, straight as an arrow. "That's right! I'm awesome! I'm Gamma Buzz, baby!" He let loose a burst of green laser vision from his eyes. G... B... B... Etched themselves in the ground just in front of the speedster. "One more smart comment from you, and you are going to get a fist in the face! A Gamma fist at that!!!!" If it wasn't for Lawrence, Baz would probably have let his fists do the talking anyway. Even with his best friend by his side, his temper was on a knife edge...

The Gas Man will get to his feet and run Meaning CHimera will be up next

The first action will work fine - can we say he can breathe fire on half the score zombies (10 of them) And remarkably every one of them fails the toughness roll! 10 crispy zombies

Gamma Buzz "Huh? Who says bug people are weird looking?" said Baz, his hands quivering, making almost-fists. "And bug people dont need fixing, they are awesome!" he added, feeling very much like he could do with fixing. It wasn't normal, being a young man looking like a cockroach - not that he would admit to anyone. But would he give up being able to blast gamma beams into the sky? It was cool, no doubt. But was gamma beam vision cool enough to never have a chick on his arm? Well... ...yet to be answered. "Where is the doc person anyway?" he asked the girl. And, for that matter, his super hero chums, who likely had more brains than him.

GM Blackstaffs mystical magic flamed into one of the tentacles, running up and down its oily skin. "Ouch! Help!" screamed the biker in its grip, before the tentacle started to BURN AWAY! Was it full corpreal? In any case, it dissolved into ash in the blink of an eye, and the biker belly flopped into the swamp water with a scream. Golden Boys fist split the tentacle in half. In a moment, it too had evaporated - this time into an oily sludge. Fatboy screamed as he was also deposited in the foul swamp water. In a moment, the other tentacles had retreated to the black depths below. Bubbles - noxious, rank bubbles - arose from back depths of the swamp. Fortunately the other four bikers had been deposited back on the bridge. But Fatboy and one of his chums were sinking...

Hurrah for crits! Both attacks will hit the tentacles and free some respective persons (who will hit the swamp water) And then... a pause (and bubbles) (IC upcoming) Keeping track of HP / Damage we have Blackstaff - Unharmed - 3 HP Golden Star - Unharmed - 1 HP

Gamma Buzz Baz coughed up the last of the pool water from what was, loosely speaking, his lungs. "Right, snorkelling next! Thats the one when you have a tube in your mouth and go diving, right?" he asked, mimicing holding a tube as if a dog was holding a bone; quite the wrong way. "As for swimming, who needs to swim when you can dive as awesome as me, right?" he added, doing a 720 flip in the air. There was some merit in what he said; on land was about as agile as they came. "And what's for dinner? My internal nuclear fires don't run on water, you know!" He paused. "Or wait... maybe they do? But I am hungry all the same!"

Ok so both of you avoided the tentacles! I dont really mind who acts first so roll initiative is that is important, or go ahead an act/react in IC/OOC!

Gamma Buzz "No leaping? No radiation? Hmph." Gamme Buzz rolled his eyes. "Well I guess you have the brains and we will be using tactics. So I guess I'll follow your lead. But if you need me to leap into action and emit green radiation, how about you use a code word?" He scratched his antenna. "Just say... BANNER! yes, just slip the word BANNER! in and Ill jump in ready to throw my amazing gamma radiation about! That would be neat, huh?"

Echohead in Brave? No, a little chicken. A long time ago, in a land far far away… Umberto Velluti arrived. The brain-stealing gardener from Freedom City also known as Echohead. Perhaps it was a dream. Perhaps he was the dream. Perhaps his strange psychic powers had caused some cosmic ripple in the psychoverse. Or perhaps this was magic. Fairy magic. Whatever the reason, he was covered in feathers. An anthropomorphic chicken. “Quack”, he went. “Quack quack…” He coughed and spluttered and forced is vocal chords to rearrange themselves back to a more human, less chicken form. He wasn’t even sure chickens went Quack. Ducks did. What did chickens do? Whatever the truth, his altered voice was psychosomatic. Once he had fully reminded himself he was a human, not a bird, he found himself able to speak normally. With only a touch of quack. He surveyed the surroundings. In this fairy tale reality he was without his glasses; he had no electronic HUD giving in depth analysis of things such as time and distance. He was in some idyllic countryside. Water splashed along a stream, green grass wafted in a cool zephyr. The sun shone high, the trees blossomed, and in the distance one could only see pleasantly rolling hills. It all looked very frightening. To cap it all, he was not only without his super-glasses, he was without his super-suit. Made from the finest impervium weave, it could stop a bullet in its tracks. And yet now he only had flesh, bone, and feathers to protect him from assault. He doubted the feathers were bullet proof. The terror! Plus, he didn’t look cool. At all. A chicken-man without any super cool glasses and with out any super cool costume. His fear was so heightened, than when a simple acorn dropped on his head, he nearly jumped out of his skin. And out of his feathers. He felt his body launch ten feet in the air, and his heart ten feet further. As it was, his feet never left the ground, although he felt quite dizzy. He took his pulse – a habit of fear – and tried to take the pulse. It felt like it was around two hundred and fifty. That was not good. The terror of his high heart rate forced is heart rate even further. His mind cartwheeled around all the cardiac diseases and symptoms that might manifest. And no defibrillator in sight! With the greatest of effort, he ignored his jack hammer heart and the icy sheen of sweat on his skin (and feathers). He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing, determined that he would die of a myocardial infarction, not hyper ventilation. He was just about reaching normal physiological parameters (for a terrified chicken-man) when a thought struck him. Where did the acorn come from? He was not under a tree. There were no rapscallions using acorns in their sling shots. He gazed upwards. Just the sky. The clouds. Wait! They appeared nearer! That was it! Said his fiery limbic system. The sky is falling! A new and profound terror gripped his feathers (actually causing a few to fly off). He ran around in circling, quacking, hopping from foot to foot. His bald scalp had no hair to tear out, so he made do with plucking his own feathers. “The sky is falling! Raise the Quacklarm! The sky is falling! Raise the quacklarm!” And so on and so forth until the Quacklarm (whatever that was) had be raised in every nook and cranny of the pleasant green fields, and Umberto Velluti’s voice was hoarse from shouting. The enchanted denizens of this enchanted land had gathered, everyone of them anthropomorphical and able to speak spiffy English as well as any human (lips and tongues clearly not a necessity in this land, thanks to magic!) The gregarious goose. The badgering badger. The meek mouse. The silly sheep. And the completely trustworthy and not at all hungry Fox. Off they went to warn the king that the sky was falling. “You will all be my best friends!” said the gregarious goose. “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” said the badgering badger. “…” squeaked the meek mouse. “Juniper crossbit wobblefarm” said the Silly Sheep, who was very silly. “Would you all like to come to my lair I mean my home to be my, I mean to have dinner?” said the completely trustworthy Fox. Something about the words, and the way the Fox said them (drooling, with a lolling tongue licking his lips and very sharp teeth) but Umberto on edge. But after all, if the sky was falling perhaps it would be better to be in somebodies home. Better shielding. “Does you home have reinforced steel buttresses that might mitigate the devastation caused by a falling sky?” asked Umberto. For a moment, he wondered if a sky could fall. It was air, wasn’t it? With a bit of moisture? And rain hardly hurt. But that was in the proper world, with proper rules. This was a fairy world, and nothing made sense. It was terrifying! It was but a short walk through the fields and streams (or in some cases, waddling or scuttling) to reach the trustworthy Fox’s abode. It was a hole in the ground. “VISITORS ARE MOST WELCOME” said the sign. Umberto arched an eyebrow, something instinctive and paranoid reacting to the sign, telling him it could be read in more than one way. But it was less scary than the falling sky, so he went in, followed by his animal chums. The Foxs home was not in the best of shape. There were some decorations, some furniture, but all were rickety and makeshift at best. The only testament to any kind of home-loving were some sharp kitchen knives and plates. And a sign that declared, proudly, “Put yourself on the table,” with a cheeky picture of a grinning fox. “You all look delicious,” said the Fox, licking his lips. “uh…” said a chorus of worried animals, no longer so worried about the sky falling. It was now apparent that the apparently trustworthy Fox may not have been quite so trustworthy after all. He pounced! Teeth glinting in the pale light of his lair. CHOMP! CHOMP-CHOMP! Went his teeth! “But we were friends!” complained the Gregarious goose, as its head came off. “Let me go! Let me go!” shouted the Badgering badger, as it was bitten in half. “…” said the Meek mouse, as it was swallowed hole. “Cheddar mongoose boomerang!” declared the Silly sheep, as it was eaten, silly to the last morsel. “Oh deary me!” said Umberto, the last standing. “I feel like chicken tonight!” proclaimed the ravenous Fox, picking a few sheep hairs out of its rather long and rather sharp teeth. “Mama!” cried Umberto, trembling as the Fox closed its huge jaws around his bald head… …only for Umberto to wake up, drenched in sweat, in his Freedom City gardening shop, clutching his bedsheets. It was only a dream, he told himself. Probably, his fear added.

Clinked off the metal! So Nightscale is up!

Once we have a tough save for Chimera, Nightscale is up!

GM Machete Max was on two legs and an arm, his stance like a Parkour artist, or perhaps some fictional Russian super spy named after a deadly arachnid. "Silver lady!" he retorted to Chimera. "De time for words be gone. I be speakin wit de dead now!" He rolled, he scutlled, and with surprising speed, he had managed to reach Chimera and spin; his Machete slicing through the air at an akward angle, going for her legs. "Dis' towrn be killin by de Blowfish! I be taking de streets back!"

So Machete Max is up He will scuttle to Chimera (move action) and chop with a choppity machete. 25 which i believe hits. A DC 20 Toughness save for Chimera

Ah its on the same planet - my mistake Ill edit for sub light travel. Xeno is still pretty fast - Flight 16 so a bit above 250 miles / second. Dont know the diameter of the planet but if its earth (8000miles), half that, 4000 miles, it would be 16 seconds!

Yeah two saves (unless you have evasion) So Golden Star avoids (the first save to lower the DC for the second save to DC 14) @Spacefurrycould you roll the second DC? (Its 14 now as you passed the Area: Reflex save)

Ooops! Corrected!

I think Doc and I thought it was time to set the solar sails and arrive at destination (see last IC post), but let me know if you wanted any thing else before we warp factored - will gladly edit.

Starshot "Right," said Starshot with his characteric slight, lopsided grin and fire in his eyes. The scarred skin on his left might be the cause of the lopsided grin. But it was the lust for adrenaline that lit his eyes. He took Doctor A to the bridge, which had the same sleek look. The Xeno was a yacht; Starshot was a man who prioritised functionality, who would happily sleep under the stars and travel in worn boots. But he never objected to a certain flavour of luxury if such presented itself. The Bridge had a stuffed Gorikk Bison head just above the window, its black eyes peering down, its horns magnificently curved. The right flavour of luxury. "Lets be off. I have the course plotted in." The Xeno lifted off, speeding through the atmosphere in a sleek, arrow like dash. In a minute, they had the stars in front of them. "Hold on to your hat, Doc.." grunted Starshot, as the Xeno put forward its full thrust and skirted around the upper layers of the planets atmosphere.

So, we have: Round 1 20 - Machete Max - Unharmed 17 - Nightscale - Unharmed - 6 HP 16 - Gas Man - Unharmed - Prone 14 - Chimera - Unharmed - 5 HP 11 - Blowfish - Unharmed 2 - Zombies [20] - Prone

Gamma Buzz Baz gave the thumbs up. "You bet, Lawrence! Being stealthy is just one of my many amazing cockroach powers!" "Wait, do you have amazing cockroach stealth, too?" he asked Torpedo Lass. "Wait... are we using tactics?" he asked, almost spitting the dirty word. "Fine, fine. Whatever you thinks best. Just tell me what to do as long as its leaping into action emitting huge quantities of harmless lethal radiation!" he said, proudly. He eyes the comlicated web of the amusement rides. "Although those do look fun to leap up with amazing cockroach leaping powers, and crawl along with amazing cockroach wall crawling powers!" he said, his antennae tingling with anticipation.

Gamma Buzz Bazz coughed up water. "What? What-pff like I need swimming lessons. Did you see that leap? It was awesome!" He coughed up some more water. Not just from his mouth. "Besides, one my many amazing cockroach powers is holding my breath! I was in no danger at all, if I remembered to hold my breath. And if I totally wasnt drowning and panicking, even if I looked like it, because that would be uncool. And we all know I am cool, right?" His antenna trembled and he scuttled his gaze left and right. "And well done Parker, you passed my amazing pool lifeguard test that I had totally prepared for you in order to make you look cool in front of all the chicks, right?"