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C. Seems the fit the goon tradition of walking into explosions.
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May 12, 2018 12:54
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B. We're not the type to walk into fusion bombs in this LP. 
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Faces Blurry, for one. Surfaces down here weren’t exactly waxed within an inch of their life. It gave the impression of you having been through a burning, but aside from that your familiar face frowned back at you. Weathered, aged beyond your years, like so many down here. And with the wary caution that any survivor had. You pushed the image away, letting rain smear across it, and considered your next move. One day of good water left, couple days of food. You had found this spot years ago, where the rain would run off the higher tiers of buildings and form the mists. On good days, it was clean, and more than enough to fill your reservoirs. Now, though … no. Too risky. No, best to push on. Your hands checked your gear carefully. Nothing had moved, and you would have known if it had, but … caution. Always caution. Giger counter on one hip, flat bladed knife on the other. It was a handy thing, and you’d used it as both lever and wirecutter in the past. In your pack, messkit, stove, some chemical fuel. Cloth sleeping bag. Bottle of almost pure alcohol. And the prize of your collection, found on the body of someone who hadn’t been cautious enough … A) A datapad with low-grade military cracking software. Can be charged anywhere in the city, which is anywhere. B) A .38 Special revolver with two reloads (18 total bullets) and reload wheel. You also know the (isolated, unsafe) location of more ammo. C) A 20 meter rappel hook with two hundred kilogram support. Is almost impossible to unlatch without your intent. D) A counter-surveillance cloak. If you aren’t moving and they aren’t within ten feet, it would take a witch to spot you. E) Something else of comparable value, what? Loel fucked around with this message at 02:15 on May 13, 2018 |
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E. A book of magic spells, which you'd begun harnessing the power of. Though the sentence for sorcerers was (probably) death, it did make survival so much easier down here.
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E - A utility worker's multitool that had fallen from above a few years ago. It could unbolt the hatches of maintenance tunnels or the panels on machines and fixtures for simple repairs or rewiring. The key to the city in the right hands. In the end, they guy you found it on hadn't been.
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C. Because everything else is obvious, and I would like to see what uses we come up with for it.
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Blasphemaster posted:C. Because everything else is obvious, and I would like to see what uses we come up with for it. I think that in a Loel CYOA, that's just enough rope to hang ourselves with...
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mepstein73 posted:I think that in a Loel CYOA, that's just enough rope to hang ourselves with... We're always going to end in the nuke
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mepstein73 posted:E. A book of magic spells, which you'd begun harnessing the power of. Though the sentence for sorcerers was (probably) death, it did make survival so much easier down here. This
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super sweet best pal posted:E - A utility worker's multitool that had fallen from above a few years ago. It could unbolt the hatches of maintenance tunnels or the panels on machines and fixtures for simple repairs or rewiring. The key to the city in the right hands. In the end, they guy you found it on hadn't been.
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super sweet best pal posted:E - A utility worker's multitool that had fallen from above a few years ago. It could unbolt the hatches of maintenance tunnels or the panels on machines and fixtures for simple repairs or rewiring. The key to the city in the right hands. In the end, they guy you found it on hadn't been.
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C Is this traditional voting or approval voting?
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super sweet best pal posted:E - A utility worker's multitool that had fallen from above a few years ago. It could unbolt the hatches of maintenance tunnels or the panels on machines and fixtures for simple repairs or rewiring. The key to the city in the right hands. In the end, they guy you found it on hadn't been.
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Multipass … a multitool. Not the conventional swiss-army knife such a name might conjure, no, it was specially crafted for the utility workers who used to come this far down. It could unbolt the hatches of maintenance tunnels or the panels on machines and fixtures for simple repairs or rewiring. The key to the city in the right hands. In the end, they guy you found it on hadn't been. Between that and the MAK knife, you could get through pretty much anything that had a mechanical lock or bar. The question now, of course, was where to go. You bit your lip thoughtfully. One day’s water, three day’s food … the numbers ran through your head insistently. You had already used one of each getting down to this point, and would need one of each to get back to your home level, up above you. On the other hand, you could keep exploring on the level you were on. It was pretty well scavenged, being conveniently close to above, but you had found a few niches here and there worth the trying. Or, and you felt the uneasy risk in your bones, you could go further down. Below the base of the spires, in the foundations of the towers … anything could be down there. What do you do?
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Crazycryodude posted:Find more water Yes, but where?  Higher is safer, lower is riskier. Higher has more people, lower has ... other things.edit: for the curious, I was looking up ~$500 dollar multitools, as that is comparable to crypto ipods or military cloaks. Google gave me this: quote:Large blade edit2: tossing in a couple more cuz I want to: quote:420HC Stainless Steel Folding Medical Shears Loel fucked around with this message at 05:12 on May 13, 2018 |
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Let's get high(er) and see if there's anything in them clouds besides oil.
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Can we rehydrate by shanking someone/thing and drinking their blood?
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Stay on our level People mean trouble, going down takes time we don't have.
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Stay on the level  that multitool- A fella can have a good time in
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Go Up. Check in with a contact of ours to see what's up with the oil in the water.
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Higher: cat, mepstein Same: horrible, nothing lower: lanky vampirism: blasphemaster Still anyone's game. For vampirism, we have stabbing implements and storage implements, but no processing implements. My google searching says blood drinking can temporarily stave off dehydration, but will have complications if you are also starving, and may expose you to pathogens. Also, hi FBI
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Same The mantra you learned from childhood echoed through you. Caution, caution… Going back to civilization would leave you where you started, only with no water and two days less food then you had started. And going deeper was a leap into the dark, hoping you would find enough water to get back. No, best to stay in this area, you were most familiar with it, and you knew other places. You nodded to yourself, hefted your pack. The floruocat watched you go disdainfully, enjoying the water you couldn’t drink. It knew the number of creatures who would try to make it share were low, just because it drank what would be poison to anyone else. Lucky bastard. Still, there was a ruined set of factory platforms about twenty minutes walk from here. It wasn’t your first choice, or even your fourth, but you had already tried the others. It still committed you to a further distance from your safehold, but no real choice at this point. And the path hadn’t changed much - you had already cleared yourself a way with your multitool months ago, and it wasn’t like maintenance crews were replacing the broken grates. You were getting close when you heard something. Immediately stopped, caution caution, waited and listened. The footsteps were definitely humanoid, and if you waited a moment you were sure they would step into view. Caution … and there they were. About twenty meters ahead and below you, exploring the set of pipes that you were headed for. You recognized them, too. Aurelia Peek, fellow scavenger. Thoughtfully, you considered your options. A) Civilization was up above, and she knew it. Her gear was too useful, and this was too good of a chance to miss. Wait till she headed out along the cleared path and cut her down. B) Civilization was up above, yes, but you hadn’t left it behind. She was probably here for the same reason, and there was safety in numbers. C) She had saved you from a particularly nasty feral, months ago, and you owed her one. This would be a chance to show her around, and chip away at your debt. D) You had saved her from the feral, and she owed you. Time to call it in, in return for … E) Something else 
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o hay new loel thread, how you doin'? C Also, fluorocatte! I am going to laugh my rear end off if we meet a ginger pirate with a cybered left arm in a dive bar at some point.
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D. Ask her out. You've been wanting to for months.
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