Stanley Zubizaretta Unlike the SUV and pickup truck, Stanley Zubizaretta's vehicle was noisy as all hell. The black 2005 Honda Shadow rumbled down the dirt paths and open fields, Stanley barely keeping the bike steady on terrain it was never meant for. Pulling his vibrating noise machine up next to the pickup, anyone would notice an immediate clash of colors on the rider. Stanley's black, full visor helmet matched his motorcycle. His orange hunting vest and olive drab cargo pants....not so much. The engine grumbles to a stop, letting Stanley semi-awkwardly stretch off and hang his helmet on the handlebars; riding for hours, followed by a bumpy off-road trip, is not fun on a motorcycle. At least it didn't mess his looks up any. Stanley Zubizaretta was not a bad looking young man. He walks into the cabin, a large canvas duffle bag over an orange drawstring backpack to blend in with his hunting vest. He drops the duffle slightly gingerly on the floor, careful not to damage his disassembled rifle or the collapsible boom inside. "Well, it's.....homey." He heads further in, opening up the door closest to him. Is there a bedroom around here? pre:Stanley Zubizaretta 22 years old 5'11 175 lbs Light brown hair Blue eyes 1 point remaining ST 10 DX 11 [20] IQ 10 HT 12 [20] HP 10 Will 10 Per 10 FP 12 Basic Speed: 5.75 Basic Move: 5 Basic Move (Water): 1 Dodge: 8 Basic Lift: 20 Thrust: 1d-2 Swing: 1d No Encumbrance: 20 Light Encumbrance: 40 Medium Encumbrance: 60 Heavy Encumbrance: 120 Extra-Heavy Encumbrance: 200 English (Native) French (Broken) [2] Independent Income (Wealthy Parents) 4 [4] Handsome [12] Advantages ------- Common Sense [10] Luck 1 [0] Fit [5] Night Vision 1 [1] Disadvantages ------- Curious [-5] Lecherousness [-15] Pacifism (Cannot Harm Innocents) [-10] Post-Combat Shakes [-5] Careful [-1] Skills ------- Guns (Rifle) 13 [4] Guns (Pistol) 12 [2] Photography 12 [8] Area Knowledge (Guelph) 11 [2] Armory (Small Arms) 10 [2] Brawling 12 [2] Carousing 14 [4] Driving (Motorcycle) 12 [4] Fishing 11 [2] Gardening 10 [1] Hiking 13 [4] Navigation (Land) 11 [4] Electronics Operation (Media) 10 [2] Electronics Repair (Media) 10 [2] Research 12 [8] Computer Operation 12 [2] Acting 12 [8] Search 10 [2] Weapons ------- Melee Name Damage Reach Parry Wgt ST Cost Survival Knife (stainless) sw-2 C,1 -1 1 6 $45 thr C Ranged Name Damage Acc Range Wgt Rof Shots ST Bulk Rcl Cost Marlin Guide Gun .45-70 5d-1 pi+ 3 470/3000 7/0.3 2 4+1(2i) 10 -5 4 $600 Glock 20 10mm (home) 3d-1 pi+ 2 160/1800 2.4/0.7 3 10+1(3) 10 -2 4 $600/$32 Vehicles -------- Vehicle ST/HP Hnd/SR HT Move LWt. Load SM Occ. DR Range Cost Locations 2005 Honda Shadow 33 +1/2 11f 8/55 0.5 0.2 0 1+1 4 200 $5k E2W Equipment -------- ON PERSON Firearm Accessories Synthetic two-point sling ($10) (0.3 lbs) Buttstock 6-round shell carrier ($25) (0.2 lbs) Blaze orange hunting vest ($16) (2.75 lbs) MTM Case-Gard polymer 10-round ammo wallet ($9) (0.1 lbs) 21 rounds of .45-70 Remington Express 300 Grain Core-Lokt JHP ($41) (1.8 lbs) Gun cleaning kit ($20) (0.5 lbs) Earplugs ($1) Winter clothing ($180) (4 lbs) TL8 survival flashlight ($20) (0.5 lbs) Smartphone - Complexity 2. Stores 10 GB. M/5 hours. ($100) (0.4 lbs) Survival knife - stainless ($45) (1 lb) Orange daypack ($21) (2 lbs) Water bottle ($10) (2.5 lbs) 2 meals of beef jerky ($4) (0.5 lbs) Canvas duffle bag ($60) (10 lbs) Collapsible boom microphone ($60) (3 lbs) Marlin Guide Gun ($600) (7 lbs) AT HOME 2 10-round magazines for Glock 20 ($64) (0.5 lbs) 50 rounds of 10mm 200 Grain XTP JHP ($40) (2.1 lbs) Ordinary clothing ($120) (2 lbs) Total weight: 26.55 lbs Total weight (at house): 7 lbs Total cost of gear: $7092 chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 03:24 on Jul 15, 2014 |
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# ¿ Jun 10, 2014 06:46 |
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I edited my inventory a little in the last post. Nothing has been changed, but I subdivided it to better explain where everything is being carried. Just some housekeeping. Stanley Zubizaretta - Main Bedroom "Hey, out of sight, out of mind," Stanley says to Rowsdower. He walks out of the room, slightly nudging his duffle flush against the wall. "Whatcha got in there, Thomas?" he asks as he walks into the adjoining room. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 21:19 on Jun 10, 2014 |
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# ¿ Jun 10, 2014 20:34 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Child Bedroom "Knife? The hell left a knife here?" He walks in and takes a look at the scenery, and looks at the bunk bed; still got any bedding, and would it fit an adult? He glances down at the iron desk with the knife. "Dude, who makes a desk like that? That can't have been fun to lug in here. Must weigh a hundred pounds." He walks up behind Thomas to likewise look at the knife. "Is this thing handmade?"
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# ¿ Jun 10, 2014 21:19 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Child Bedroom Stanley lets his curiosity get the better of him and picks up the knife. He's shocked at the unusual weight. "Dude, this thing is heavy as poo poo. Either someone filled this with lead, or that blade ain't made from what it looks like." He handles it gingerly. While it would be the badass thing to twirl it and wave it around, it weighs as much as a full on sword. He'd probably break something if he dropped it. "No way silver is this dense."
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 03:15 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Child Bedroom "It's fuckin' creepy is what it is," Stanley replies. "Who did Jackson buy this place from? If there's bodies in the outhouse, I'm leaving." He turns slightly to face the door. "Hey Rowsdower, you have any luck with your thing?" he shouts to the next room.
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 03:28 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Main Bedroom Stanley walks quickly into the room. "Wait, you found what?" He eyes the shotgun. "Uhh, are we supposed to even touch that? Don't you normally call the cops when you find a gun in an abandoned building?" Default from another Guns skill to Shotgun 11 for noticing anything from a glance at it He peers further past Rowsdower into the chest. "All right, you've gotta be fuckin' with me. This cabin can't be real." chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 04:21 on Jun 11, 2014 |
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 04:19 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Main Bedroom Stanley thinks for a moment after Rowsdower mentions the professor. "When did he buy this cabin, anyway? Are we sure that this stuff is his?" Requisite Knowledge or IQ roll to remember this information if Stanley knows it?
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 04:58 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Main Bedroom Stanley sighs and heads over to his duffle bag. "I guess I'll sleep out in a tent with you guys. Let me just get my.......aw, poo poo." He rapidly rummages through the duffle, but nothing but the clinking of metal on plastic can be heard. "poo poo, I left my sleeping bag at home!" He looks around, his eyes traveling over the bare bed frame. Then they drift downward. "Ugh.....I guess this ex-bear is good enough for a week. I'll just unpack and use my bag as a pillow."
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 05:37 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Main Bedroom "Whew, thanks man," Stanley says to Rowsdower. "Anyone got spare tent room?"
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 17:41 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Main Bedroom "All right. Thanks again, Rows." Stanley heads over to the corner and grabs up his heavy duffle bag. He leaves the guys to their desk-screwing-with and walks outside; the sun is setting fast, and he needs to get everything unpacked and set up. It doesn't take long for him to walk to the military vet's tent, though he'll need to wait for him to get back so he can retrieve a spare sleeping bag from wherever he's hiding them. Stanley leaves the collapsed boom and shotgun mic in the bag, and instead pulls out his Marlin. The gun is disassembled into three main components: the lever, the receiver/barrel, and the stock (as well as a few pins and screws and the bolt/ejector kept in a ziplock bag). He gets to work for a few minutes with the screwdriver in his kit, reassembling the weapon.
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 20:14 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Rowsdower's Tent As the boys in the cabin break the locks, Stanley finishes assembling his Marlin Guide Gun. The short, handy rifle was bought with his parent's money not long before the trip; his dad owned some rifles and pistols, but Stanley had never owned any guns of his own except for his home defense Glock in 10mm back at the apartment. He figured that, with any manner of large woodland creatures (especially black bears, which he heard were sighted around Edmonton), it would be best to get himself something to carry out into the forest. After some more internet research, he settled on the big .45-70 Government cartridge from the good ol' USA. He chose the Marlin for its small size, since he wouldn't be popping deer from 200 yards, and bought some heavy jacketed hollow points that guaranteed a good result against whatever beast it was aimed at. After racking the lever and hearing the satisfying click of the hammer falling on an empty chamber, he thumbs four of the big cartridges into the magazine, racks one in, and shoves another in through the loading gate for a full 4+1 capacity. After clicking the crossbolt safety on, he sets the loaded rifle on the ground near the wall of the tent with the duffle on top of it; the gun has a buttstock shell holder from an American leather company, but he felt no need to fill it; what's he going to need to reload for out here? He's not getting into a firefight. Instead, he loads up his Case-Gard plastic ammo wallet with 10 shells, slips it into his orange hunting vest pocket, and leaves the spare 6 loose in his orange day pack. With his bear gun ready to rock, Stanley heads out of the tent to get some food. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 23:02 on Jun 11, 2014 |
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# ¿ Jun 11, 2014 23:00 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Children's Room Stanley is in the middle of checking out the frank and beans dinner when Rowsdower comes out and grabs his bullpup, calling him in. He was about to protest in favor of dinner when he heard the distinctive sound of a round being chambered in a semi-automatic rifle. Feeling troubled, he grabs his Marlin, slings it on his back, and follows on Rowsdower's heels. He stares at Rowsdower as he explains about the jars. "....hang on," he says. "Why did you need your gun for this?"
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# ¿ Jun 12, 2014 01:38 |
Jesus Christ. I'm gone to play Fallout for a bit and I missed this? Stanley Zubizaretta - Inside the Cabin Stanley can do little but watch agape as the group argues. He can't say that he feels bad for Rowsdower; the guy may have been helpful to him when it came to sleeping bags, but he was a little....off. Brought one more gun than he really needed and must have had a whole cache of "interesting" stuff, right down to lockpicking gear. Who was this guy, anyway? As the old pickup rumbles its way down the road, Stanley can't help but feel a little more alone. Nevertheless, he's hungry. He follows Rowsdower outside to the campfire, setting his rifle down next to him as he sits on the ground. "All right, poo poo.....okay," he says. "First step is the script. Once that's done, we can make up a rough shot schedule and get to work. We may be able to film some night stuff after dinner quickly." He thinks for a second. "Hang on, what equipment did those two just leave with?" Stanley uses his default Writing skill of 5 to try and help out.
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# ¿ Jun 12, 2014 04:26 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Around the Campfire "I don't mean food and guns," Stanley said. "I mean lights, cameras, makeup, cables. I haven't brought anything but what we can record audio with." He ponders. "Either way, I'm agreeing on the traditional method. Go for the Evil Dead style."
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# ¿ Jun 12, 2014 06:55 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Around the Campfire "Hmmm," Stanley ponders. "Maybe.....demonic possession?"
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# ¿ Jun 12, 2014 18:49 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Around the Campfire Stanley's mind seems to implode in on itself as Rowsdower is impaled. The image of the bloody talons sears itself into his brain, permanently etching a perfect impression of the moment into his head. His chest feels like it's dropped 20 stories into the earth. He tries to move, but nothing happens. When the terror wears off, Stanley will scoop up his Marlin and sprint for the cabin as fast as possible. Basic Move 5 Running 7
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# ¿ Jun 13, 2014 02:51 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "poo poo gently caress poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo gently caress!!!!" Stanley falls to his knees as soon as he gets inside, letting Thomas slam the door shut and lock it. The rifle clatters onto the wood next to him. "Okay, stay calm...just stay calm. Bears...bears are here. I need to shoot bears. Bears are bad. Bears killed scary Jewish man. Okay?" Trying as hard as he can to steady his breathing, Stanley picks up his Marlin. With shaking fingers, he shoves the safety off. His gun has 5 rounds of big bullets ready to tear up the next beast that comes through the door. A bit of brown on the floor catches his eye, and he turns. The little leather-bound book is on the floor by the crackling fireplace. He crawls a few feet and scoops it up with one hand. "What even IS this loving thing?!"
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# ¿ Jun 13, 2014 19:19 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT loving WAS, OKAY?!" Stanley roars at Thomas. He pauses, letting himself calm down a bit. "This place has bears. That was a bear. This gun is for loving up bears. You're hearing things, Thomas, all right?" Call it denial.
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# ¿ Jun 13, 2014 19:39 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley gets up and puts his back against the far wall, facing the front door. No matter what, he's not going to let himself get hit from behind.
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# ¿ Jun 14, 2014 03:07 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "Yeah, okay....okay." Stanley can't see much of anything except the table that can be moved. He sweeps the tin of liquid off the table and begins shoving it toward the door. Strength 10 to move any furniture
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# ¿ Jun 14, 2014 06:03 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley is quiet for a beat. ".....give us a break? That's what you're worried about?" His eyes grow harder, and his voice shaky. "One of our classmates is probably having his face chewed off right now. Nick and Mark are God knows where. And you're worried about Jackson's response to us not finishing our class project?" He lets silence hang between them. There's nothing but the pounding rain and thunder in the distance. Then he scoops up the book and, without looking, throws it toward Thomas without care for whether it lands in his hands or not.
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# ¿ Jun 14, 2014 23:15 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "I....I don't know," Stanley says. "I could barely even get my bike out here on that ground when it was sunny and dry. We won't be able to see poo poo for hours. And.......and I don't just want to leave that guy's poo poo here, man. We should at least scoop up the guns so nobody finds them." He looks out the window, and sees nothing but black. The only light in the cabin is coming from the still-crackling fire. "We might just have to wait here for morning."
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# ¿ Jun 15, 2014 00:25 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "He had his keys on him when he left," Stanley says, coming to the same conclusion. He didn't consider the word he used when describing Rowsdower's demise. He stops talking for a while, the only noises being Thomas flipping through the book and the storm outside. "Hey, where'd we leave that knife?"
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# ¿ Jun 15, 2014 03:37 |
quote:I'm assuming one, or both, of you have a light source, or you filled+lit the rusty kerosene lantern. It's pretty dark out, and there's virtually no visibility. Thomas flipped on his electric lantern to read the book, and Stanley has a survival flashlight on him.
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# ¿ Jun 16, 2014 19:44 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley hasn't even halfway crawled over to Thomas when the pair suddenly spot the headlights cutting through the window. "Hang on, I thought they left," Stanley says. Realization dawns on his face "poo poo, that thing is still out there!" He slings his rifle and runs after Thomas to try and shove the furniture out of the way. It may have been a little dumb after they just spent all that effort trying to barricade the door, but Stanley wasn't leaving the pair out in the rain with whatever just ate Rowsdower. Strength 10 to move furniture
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# ¿ Jun 17, 2014 04:38 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley hurries as fast as he can to fling the items out of the way. Nick and Mark aren't safe outside; whatever spiked Rowsdower, bear or not, is probably still sitting out there watching them. "ROWSDOWER IS DEAD!" Stanley shouts through the door. He's not sure if Mark heard him over the roar of the rain and thunder. "SOMETHING IS OUT THERE!" Sacrificing the 1 FP to get the stuff out of the way.
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# ¿ Jun 18, 2014 21:45 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "It was a...." Stanley's throat clamps up. He desperately wants to say exactly what he saw, but his brain refuses to spit it out. It was too unbelievable. It couldn't exist. "I don't know what it was."
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# ¿ Jun 26, 2014 03:51 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley stares at Thomas, his rifle still hanging from its sling on his back. "Do you have....any idea how nuts you sound to these two?"
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# ¿ Jun 27, 2014 04:51 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Some air hangs in the room as Nick finishes talking. Stanley looks him dead in the eye. "I ain't going out there."
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# ¿ Jun 27, 2014 05:45 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley perks up at the sound. Regardless of how he tries to rationalize what just happened, it won't leave his head. He's jumpy. He slowly begins to stand up, carefully unslinging the rifle. Bringing it into a low ready position, ready to snap up to the shoulder, he pushes the safety off. He doesn't say anything, just listens.
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# ¿ Jun 30, 2014 20:40 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley looks at Nick and silently, shakily nods. He thinks about the few games of backyard airsoft he played, and all the movies he's seen with special forces troops or Americans clearing buildings in Iraq. What do you do when breaching a room?
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# ¿ Jul 2, 2014 01:49 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley takes stock of the situation. Two of them are armed, and hopefully one or two good shots will be enough to drop whatever beast is in there. But Thomas and Mark are way more vulnerable; even if they had the skills to take down a rabid bear, they don't have the equipment for it. Stanley looks over at Nick and cocks his head toward the bedroom door in a "let's go" motion. He begins to very carefully and slowly creep toward it, staying low and keeping his rifle at the shoulder to be flipped up and aimed at a moment's notice. He figures that the best way to handle it is to make the first move, ambush the beast and overwhelm it before it can charge. He's making this thing play by his rules.
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# ¿ Jul 3, 2014 02:58 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room As Nick kicks in the door with a loud bang, Stanley stands back and slightly to the left, rifle up at the shoulder and ready to let loose a .458 caliber bullet. Per 10 to spot anything
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# ¿ Jul 5, 2014 01:47 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley is simultaneously relieved and terrified as the door opens. On one hand, there's no beast ready to bite his head off. On the other hand....something was just in there. And is probably underground. He's had it. This fucker is going too far. Stanley is ready to bite its head off for scaring him and killing Rowsdower right in front of him. He's going to end it, and he's doing it on his terms. 300 grain terms. "All right," Stanley says. "We need to go down there and get rid of it." Is there a broomstick or similar long pole that can fit in the trap door handle nearby? chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 04:14 on Jul 8, 2014 |
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# ¿ Jul 8, 2014 04:09 |
MohawkSatan posted:It's less of a handle, and more of a hole to stick your hand into to pull the door up. Is there anything hooked nearby that could let me pull the door without physically grabbing it?
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# ¿ Jul 8, 2014 18:44 |
MohawkSatan posted:I'm not sure what you're looking for here. The trap door is wide open. If you want to shut it, you could just kick it. Want to open it without using your hand? Anything you can fit in the (hand sized) hole will work Well, I totally misread that post. Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "All right," Stanley says, turning to the rest of the group. "I need some duct tape." chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 20:50 on Jul 8, 2014 |
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# ¿ Jul 8, 2014 20:14 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley takes the duct tape and begins looking through his vest. "All right," he says. "This sounds like a lot of crazy bullshit, but let's assume you're right. That thing ain't going to let us get any hair while it's still breathing. No matter what it is, not a whole lot of creatures are going to want to stick around after feeling a forty-five-seventy round in them." Pulling out his compact survival flashlight, he uses three layers of duct tape to secure the light to the magazine tube of his Marlin (looping the tape up and around the barrel). He leaves the activation button uncovered, so he can turn it on and off as long as he can reach the muzzle end of his rifle. He then flips open the pocket of his hunting vest and opens the cartridge wallet in it, leaving the ammo more easily accessible if need be, and pulls out 6 shells to insert into the buttstock loops on his rifle. Finally, he partially pulls the lever down to check the chamber for a loaded round before pulling it back up. He turns to Nick. "You may want to use your shotgun down there. Enfields are neat and all, but we're in close quarters." He then looks at Thomas. "You mentioned hot sauce and molten lead. Is that what that book says?" Stanley currently has 4+1 rounds in his rifle, 6 rounds in his buttstock loops, and 4 rounds in his polymer cartridge wallet in his vest pocket. He still has 6 rounds in his duffle bag in the tent. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 22:25 on Jul 8, 2014 |
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# ¿ Jul 8, 2014 22:19 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room "That....sounds like the craziest poo poo I've ever heard." He looks around at the rest of the guys. "But I don't know what else to do. At least you believe in it." He takes a look at the jars. "I take it this is the stuff? That looks like blood, and that looks like that ochre earth, I guess. I'm not a.....soil scientist or geologist or whatever." He picks up the last full jar and sniffs it. "Whew, that's definitely hot sauce." "Ummm, I know that you can melt lead over a campfire. Old soldiers hundreds of years ago used to do it all the time, and shooters nowadays reload their own ammo a lot. But all my rounds are jacketed at least partially, so I don't think they'll melt easily with all that copper on them. Maybe we could pull some of Nick's buckshot and melt it?"
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# ¿ Jul 8, 2014 22:50 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley looks Nick square in the eye, his face as intensely serious as anyone can manage. "You didn't see what we saw, Nick," he says. "I've been trying to tell myself that I didn't see it, but I can't get that image and sound out of my head. If it's a bear, we shoot it. That's it. But if Thomas is right and my mind's not playing tricks on me, we're hosed if we don't follow that book." Checking once more that the safety on his rifle is off, Stanley walks over to the trapdoor and shines his light down it. What can he see aiming his light down the hole?
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# ¿ Jul 9, 2014 03:51 |
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# ¿ Apr 17, 2024 21:48 |
Stanley Zubizaretta - Cabin Main Room Stanley looks at Thomas and nods, trying not to let his growing panic and racing heartbeat show. "All right. Grab your lantern. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, plant it there so we can see the exit better." Keeping the flashlight on and his rifle trained on the door, Stanley waits for Thomas to gather his equipment.
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# ¿ Jul 10, 2014 03:57 |