[AW2e] Motherfuckers In a Dead City

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Capfalcon: Apr 6, 2012; No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!

The future sucks, but now that I'm here, it's going to suck a bit less.

Day 2:
Food's run out. Did Jackson take the rest?
Sweep of stasis found no records, but who knows what's locked in all these rooms.
Need to get a better idea of surroundings. Can't make good decisions blind.
Next entry when I return from outside.

What keeps you up at night? Thinking how we're gonna get things back to the way they were. Or at least getting people back on the right path. I mean, we've got a lot to build with, but everyone I've met is a paranoid nutcase. Just knocking enough heads together to get some basic cooperation going is going to be a feat itself.

What part of the city do you call your home? Can't imagine any place in the city safer than Stasis, so I'm still bunking there. There's no food though, so I've got to resupply pretty soon.

quote:

Name: Specialist Kenning, Harold S.
Playbook: The Quarantine
Look: Man with Ancient fatigues, Young face, Steady eyes, Athletic Body.

Stats
Cool 2
Hard 1
Hot 0
Sharp 1
Weird -1

* When you emerged from stasis, the world�s psychic maelstrom rushed in on you.
Roll+hard. On a 10+, you were able to receive it without succumbing to it; you have weird-1.
On a 7�9, you were able to hold it off; you have weird-nil. You are unable to open your brain to the world�s psychic maelstrom; getting +1weird will give you weird=0. On a miss, it overcame you; you have weird+1, and in addition the MC must always highlight your weird.

When you emerged from stasis, the world�s psychic maelstrom rushed in on you. Roll+hard: 2d6+1 10

Moves
Disciplined engagement: when you inflict harm, you can choose to inflict any amount of harm you like, less than or up to your harm as established, including s-harm.
Decide at the moment you inflict the harm; you need not tell anyone in advance how much harm you intend to inflict.
Leave no one behind: in battle, when you help someone who�s rolling, don�t roll+Hx.
You help them as though you�d hit the roll with a 10+.
Eager to know: when you go to someone for advice, they must tell you honestly what they think the best course is.
If you pursue that course, take +1 to any rolls you make in the pursuit.
If you pursue that course but don�t accomplish your ends, you mark experience.

Gear:
An assault rifle (3-harm close/far loud autofire)
A 9mm sidearm (2-harm close loud)
Military body armor (2-armor valuable hi-tech)
Your fatigues and scrounge, but no jingle

Stasis
You emerged from stasis:
a few days ago.

Remaining in stasis are the rest of your unit, plus:
your colleagues and your friends.

Stasis has remained untouched by outsiders because:
It is securely hidden.
It has deadly defenses.

When you emerged from stasis, Specialist Jackson, Tammy M, emerged with you. What happened to her?
You don�t know. You haven�t seen or heard from her.

Stasis Facilities
Medlab: Stasis includes a workspace with life support and medical technology.
Bring someone injured into it and you can work on them like a savvyhead on tech (cf ).

Past
You were there when the world ended, but you�ve been in stasis for 50 years and your memory is only slowly returning.
At the beginning of each session, roll+sharp.
On a hit, ask the MC one of the following questions and she�ll answer it.
On a 10+, you can ask a followup question, which can be from the list but needn�t.
On a miss, the MC will choose a question and you will answer it.
� Where was I when the world ended?
� Did we know whose fault it was?
� Who did it hit worst?
� Was it sudden or gradual?
� Could we have stopped it?
� Who were the first people to know?
� What was the first year like?
� How long did we hold out hope?
� What did we try that failed?
� What were the first signs that the world was ending?
� Who did I lose?
� Who seemed safe, but wasn�t?
� What�s the worst thing I saw?
� When it reached us, what did we already know?
� What let some people survive, when others couldn�t?

Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 21:55 on Jul 21, 2017

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Capfalcon: Apr 6, 2012; No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!

Captain Foo, do you want me to roll to get my Weird for my Quarantine now or wait?

# ¿ Jul 21, 2017 21:11

Capfalcon: Apr 6, 2012; No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!

Captain Foo posted:

You can do it now, it'll help us all understand the character better

When you emerged from stasis, the world�s psychic maelstrom rushed in on you. Roll+hard: 2d6+1 10
On a 10+, you were able to receive it without succumbing to it; you have weird-1.

# ¿ Jul 21, 2017 21:57

Capfalcon: Apr 6, 2012; No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!

Captain Foo posted:

Specialist Kenning, Harold S.: who seemed to have a glimmer of sudden realization when you asked about Specialist Jackson?

The weirdest thing about the world now? That rare moment when you come across something that's familiar, but wrong. There's big holes in what I remember from before (cryo-amnesia's to blame for that), but one thing is the old church near Stasis. Only thing is, some nasty pieces of work looked at it and didn't see a church. They saw stone walls, narrow windows, and few entrances.

A fortress, in other words.

I wasn't much of a religious man before the Fall, but even I'm offended with what they've done with the place. They left the original stone up, but there's bloody, rusty spikes all around the base of the building. They've even got a few people in gibbets along the wall, slowly dying of exposure. It's just awful.

Thankfully, I got the drop on one of them paroling around before I was spotted. Jila was a huge beef-slab of a woman wearing a blackened and singed floral print dress. I thought that might be what passes for Sunday best around here, but when I asked her about it, she shrugged. It seems like that's what the people who live there dress like.

I asked her some more questions. Lay of the land, other settlements, that sort of thing. When I was done, I decided to take a shot in the dark. I asked about Specialist Jackson. I got a blank look in return, so I started describing how she looked, adding that she'd be dressed like me. After a moment, something seemed to click in her head, and Jila looked terrified.. However, she refused to say anything more. I nudged her with my rifle to suggest that she loosen her lips, but no dice. Seemed like she'd rather be shot than talk about what she realized.

Oh, I didn't shoot her, of course. I'm not a murderer. I just gave her a rifle butt to the back of the head and made my escape back to Stasis for the day.

# ¿ Jul 24, 2017 03:26

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