“You implying either of those were bad ideas?”

“Only if I want to be a little bitch about it,” replies Clayton, his face on the video feed breaking in an adrenaline charged grin. After a few seconds the adrenaline grin slides off, replaced by a more somber and slightly bothered expression. “But in all seriousness. Let’s not do that again. Good way to get killed.”

“Hey Clayton,” you say raising your hands. “I can be cautious too. Remember who disarmed that bomb? And found the damn thing?”

Clayton shrugs. “Fair enough Kostov. Fair enough. Shit. Enough jawing. We need to get moving.”

You nod briefly. “Right. But where do we go? There’s about a million options.”

The two of you consider the possibilities that the tankdozer have opened up for you. Aside from the door that was already built into the wall of shipping containers, the tankdozer has opened up a large hole that leads into whatever "room" the Lillies were presumably storing it in. There are also a pile of shipping containers that you may be able to climb up, allowing to to run along the "walls" as though they were catwalks.

>Go through the hole in the wall the tankdozer has blessed you with
>Clamber up on top of the mound of crates. It’s time to walk on the walls. Roll 3d10 for not falling off like a spaz.
>Continue through the door or whatever that was initially there
>Write in something else

>>32290191
>Continue through the door or whatever that was initially there
Glad to see you running again hope you did well on your finals

>>32290191
>Go through the hole in the wall the tankdozer has blessed you with
Good to see you have returned!

>>32290410
>>32290267
It's good to be back. Seems we have a two way tie. I'll wait another five minutes before rolling a d2 to see who wins.

look through the hole in the wall first.

>>32290191
Take a peek in the hole in the wall with a spy dart.

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>>32290500
Hey, your back!

NEVER, EVER LEAVE US ALONE AGAIN.

EVER.

>Go through the hole in the wall the tankdozer has blessed you with

>>32290576
this

>>32290576
Shit. Good idea.
We should think about buying more camdart batteries.

You decide to mix your metaphors and that caution is the better part of valor. You clamber over the slagged remains of the tankdozer and the crushed shipping containers to see where the massive hole in the wall leads to. Your helmet takes a moment to adapt to change in lighting. A large open space sprawls out before you, a lovely change from those claustrophobic halls of shipping containers. Seems like this was the loading bay for the warehouse once upon a time when it was a stop for consumer electronics already halfway to their planned obsolescence rather than a hive for martian backed extremists. You can very clearly see the berth that the tankdozer came from, various bits of detritus spread out in its wake as it made its first and last foray into battle. Although you haven’t actually left cover by now, you can’t hear or see anything that would indicate hostiles in the area. You rather think that there would be more enemy activity, presuming that they were enemies to be active, after that ruckus with the construction equipment turned tank.

You sigh and wonder if it’s worth using up a camdart to get a better look into the loading bay. You’ve only got like 3 spy darts left at full charge. The other two you’ve used already and while you still have them tucked away somewhere in your tactical rig, they are currently out of battery life. You do like the fact that you are rather ambush proof with these darts, but on the other hand it’s not like you have an unlimited supply either.

>Do you:
>Go in anyway without darting the room
>Dart the room just to be safe

Rolled 14

>>32290907
>Dart the room just to be safe

>>32290907
>Dart the room just to be safe
Lets leave the darts alone for a bit after this...

>>32290907
>Go in anyway without darting the room

>>32290907
>Dart the room just to be safe
We brought them for a reason and this room is suspicious

>>32290907
>>Dart the room just to be safe

>>32290907
>>Go in anyway without darting the room

You decide to dart the room anyway, just to be on the safe side. Although it is, by all appearances empty, you can’t help but eye the room with suspicion. Maybe all that time you spend in the Brick’s corridors and scurrying through maze like combat zones has left you a bit agoraphobic. You shoot out a dart as far as one can go into the cavernous room and settle down, waiting for the camera and microphone to deploy. A dart’s eye view appears in your helmet and you examine the room thoroughly. It seems like this was the primary loading dock for the Black Lilly’s weapons shipments and supplies, as well as their main hangar for various land craft, although nothing quite as unsubtle as the tankdozer. There are a few nondescript shipping trucks, the banality of the logos on their sides would immediately draw people’s suspicion were they to ever leave the warehouse, as well as a second tankdozer. This second tankdozer is rather like the second Death Star. The armor plating seems to be more refined and the treads have benefitted from some reinforcement, but tankdozer 2 is obviously a WIP. The metal struts where the turrets would attack to are bare, and not all of the vehicle is armored, just the engine block. In the distance you can see a large supply area of spare parts and open crates, as well as a work station. You continue to scan the room, finding nothing exceptionally out of the ordinary, and certainly no remaining hostiles. Seems likely that everyone who was present in the loading bay decided to ride the tankdozer to hell.

You stand up and give Clayton the all clear. The two of you carefully proceed into the room, wary of any surprises that the Lillies might have left for you. After several minutes of cautious padding and scanning both of you eventually figure that getting tankdozer 1 primed and in position to jump the pair of you probably took all the time the Lillies might have otherwise spent leaving pipe bombs lying around like Christmas presents from a deeply misanthropic Santa Claus.

The loading bay has several doors that you can see that doubtless lead to other parts of the base. Unfortunately, none of them are labelled and all of them look pretty much the same. You walk to the center of the room and retrieve your spy dart, now drained of energy. Now that you’re closer to the workstation you can see evidence of an actual personal computer near the opened crates, which seems suspiciously like they were storing weaponry of some kind before they were emptied

>What do?
>Look around the room a little more, see if you can’t find anything interesting.
>Go to the computer.
>Write in

Say, FG, when we finish up here, is it possible to snag one of those LMGs that the tankdozer had mounted on it?

>>32291487

>Go to the computer.

Time for loot!

>>32291487
>Look around the room a little more, see if you can’t find anything interesting.

I'm thinking of traps. Gotta be traps. Maybe the computer's trapped?

>>32291487
>>Go to the computer.
Search for the porn folder

>>32291487
>Look around the room a little more, see if you can’t find anything interesting.
>Go to the computer.

>>32291487
>Look around the room a little more, see if you can’t find anything interesting.
>Go to the computer.

Why not both?

I was worried blowjob-anon got you, Fall Guy.

He still might, for all I know.

>>32291487
>Go to the computer.

>>32291742
Fall Guy, blink once to say that blowjob anon got you. Blink twice to say that he captured you and took you into his underground sex dungeon.

>>32291742
>>32290588

It's Yandere-blowjob-anon now, anon

>>32291790

Blink three times if you're enjoying it.

You decide that the computer might have valuable data on it. While terrorists aren’t exactly renowned for their bookkeeping, there’s always a long shot chance that there might be a shipping manifest or more likely some sort of internal messaging system that you can get some information from. You walk up to the machine and boot it up. Seems to be running an antiquated edition of OS Eks Hyena. Some part of your brain, the small part not dedicated to old movie trivia and axes, remembers that Hyena was the last OS Eks released that did not require internet connectivity and cloud computing to boot up. The damn thing is probably on its own network, if its on one at all. So, these Black Lillies are as stupid as one might think for martians.

You calmly wait for the machine to finish booting up while Clayton scans the various entrances, humming impatiently. Eventually the login screen presents itself to you. The username is Hominem Castum. You never studied latin, but some part of you suspects that the adjective declensions or whatever aren’t entirely right.

>Do you:
>Attempt to hack, roll 3d10
>Turn off the machine and yank out the hard drive for later perusal

>>32291487
>>Look around the room a little more, see if you can’t find anything interesting.
>>Go to the computer.

Rolled 4, 4, 4 = 12

>>32292095
>HACKS

Rolled 1, 8, 3 = 12

>>32292095
>OS Eks Hyena
>Attempt to hack, roll 3d10

Rolled 8, 7, 10 = 25

>>32292095
hack!

Rolled 1, 10, 1 = 12

>>32292095
>>Attempt to hack, roll 3d10
Try qwerty

Rolled 4, 2, 2 = 8

>>32292095

Rolled 8, 8, 4 = 20

>>32292095
Might as well try to hack it.

Rolled 4, 3, 3 = 10

>>32292146

What would Grit Mode hack even look like?

>>32292146
GRIT MODE HACKING

EVERYTHING IS SWORDFISH

>>32292123
>>32292123
>>32292156
Three twelves in four rolls.

What are the odds?

Rolled 3, 9, 10 = 22

>>32292095
>Attempt to hack, roll 3d10

Rolled 5, 7, 6 = 18

>>32292095

Swordfish Grit Mode a Go Go

>>32292095
>Turn off the machine and yank out the hard drive for later perusal

The password is SWORDFISH!

Rolled 7, 7, 8 = 22

>>32292095
>Turn off the machine and yank the hard drive
The experts back at base (or our employers) might be able to find something more interesting than a barely trained hacker on site...

Rolled 2, 7, 9 = 18

>>32292095
Fall Guy, I am now sure that blowjob anon is keeping you into his dark, dank and smelly sex dungeon and is subjecting you to odious tortures.

Don't worry, help is on the way.

You decide to put some of the technical knowledge Niels has endowed you with and attempt to circumvent the password protection entirely. After engaging in some technical mumbo jumbo that involves command lines and attempts to access the root directory a pop up appears on the screen. You read it with growing alarm. Apparently one of the Lillies knew a damn sight more about computers than your ass does, and set up a little surprise in case someone attempted exactly what you’re doing right now. The friendly green text informs you that the SDD will automatically wipe itself unless you can supply the administrator’s password. They also seem to have included a little countdown for you to input the password as well. You curse under your breath. Normally this is the part where you’d pick the system administrator’s brain for the password, but you rather suspect it’s already been splattered across a wall or turret in the room you just left.

Muttering furiously to yourself, you decide to deal with the situation using a personal variation on your favorite problem solving technique, Occam’s Razor. You call it Ivan’s Axe. Bring the tomahawk down on the power cord to the rig, you caveman the PC off. Exhaling a sigh of relief, you extract the hard drive for someone a bit more versed in computer science to deal with.

“Coulda just done that in the first place instead of sitting through that bloody boot up process,” grumbles Clayton. The man clearly has little patience for half assed hackery when custody of immoral doctors is at stake. You briefly consider your options once more. There are some doors built into the wall, three to be exact, although none of them look any different. The pile leading up to the tops of the crates is still accessible. What to do and where to go...

>You have the hard drive, but Clayton appears to be somewhat peeved by the delay.
>Write in

>>32292649
>Write in
Get the second bulldozer running and go.

>>32292703
good call

>>32292649
>You have the hard drive, but Clayton appears to be somewhat peeved by the delay.
Sorry, Clay. Thought I could hack it, but I couldn't really manage.

Let's try going over. Climbing the crates!

Rolled 10, 2, 9 = 21

>>32292649
>The pile leading up to the tops of the crates is still accessible
I don't think this is a good idea. It would make it way too easy to target us.

Try one of the door at random.

>>32292703
Changing my vote here >>32292742 to this.

Tankdozer, away!

>>32292703
If you wish to drive Tankdozer 2 into the sunset/impromptu walls, I will call for two tech checks. The first three rolls will be used to determine if you get Tankdozer 2 to... engine... up... I guess. The next set of three rolls will be used for your driving performance.

>>32292812
deal

Rolled 3, 6, 9 = 18

>>32292812

I'm up for a challenge

>>32292812
I still think it's worth it, time to put all our time at the mechanic shop to the test.

Rolled 3, 8, 9 = 20

>>32292812
For tankdozer!

Rolled 10, 4, 6 = 20

>>32292812
Lets go for it!

Rolled 7, 5, 9 = 21

>>32292812
Driving

Rolled 1, 1, 6 = 8

>>32292812
I rolled a bunch of nat-20's yesterday. Let's see if I can keep up my streak.

>>32292893
>>32292881
>>32292854
I believe it goes without saying that Tankdozer 2's engine successfully turns over.

I need three more rolls to see if Ivan drives like Schumacher or a chinese grandmother on amphetamines.

Rolled 4, 1, 1 = 6

>>32292812
Bet we brunt all our luck on the first set of three rolls...

Rolled 9, 7, 7 = 23

>>32292945
IVAN AM GUD DRIVER

Rolled 8, 7, 8 = 23

>>32292945

>>32292945

Rolled 3, 10, 2 = 15

>>32292945
Like a chinese grandma tripping out thinking she's Schumacher

>>32292922
Apparently not

Rolled 5, 9, 10 = 24

>>32292945
IVAN IS BEST DRIVER!
>>32292984

Rolled 5, 10, 6 = 21

>>32292945
TONK

>>32292953
Oh god why.

Rolled 2, 2, 5 = 9

>>32292984
>>32292989
A bit more and you'd have activate grit mode.
>IVAN AM GUD DRIVER SCHUMACHER GOT NOTHING ON ME
>Mate, bollocks you saying?
>WAAAAHHGGG

Rolled 7, 3, 5 = 15

>>32293076
Driving in Grit Mode turns Ivan into the Stig. He just shuts up completely while listening to random shit on the radio while Driving Gud™.

>>32292984
>>32293011
was one roll too late on the roll but I'm just happy I beat your roll. It pleases me greatly

Rolled 7, 8, 6 = 21

>>32293107

Stig Mode?

It shares most of the letters...

This is now the the threads theme song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=616WIdWwuLM

Ivan would seem the type of guy who would get a kick out of MST3K.

“Alright Clayton,” you grunt as you jog over to the vehicle you have come to call Tankdozer II, “I think I’ve figured out a way to fill in the gap in your time schedule.”

Clayton watches silently as you clamber on top of Tankdozer II and attempt to get the engine to turn over. After violating a few safety codes with the dashboard wiring eventually the large half armored vehicle grumbles into life. Clayton can’t help but whistle appreciatively as you expertly bring Tankdozer II into position facing the wall of shipping containers. As Clayton clambers onto your ride like an elementary school student getting into his mother’s SUV, you can feel some sort of strange energy pass through you. You are no longer Ivan Parkas Kostov.

You are Rubens Stigmacher, the greatest driver in Human History. You put on some delicious ambiance and begin to plow forward, into the wall.

http://youtu.be/-ZvCaNGuYXo?t=1h59m50s (May want to turn down volume, is rather loud)

You bounce around in your seat, head bobbling about as though it was on a spring as Tankdozer II smashes through the crates like it was a partially combat converted bulldozer and they were empty shipping containers. Over the roar of the engine and the clanging of falling crates you can hear what you believe to be exclamations of surprise, fear, panic, and pain.

Somehow managing to drift a tracked vehicle, you slide into the center of the room as Clayton opens up with his M24. Glancing around through the limited window provided in the cockpit you can see several Black Lillies scattering in the wake of Tankdozer II. They seem to be trying to run for whatever cover they can, with the largest group of three of them all heading behind a forklift.

>Plan of Attack

Rolled 4, 7, 8 = 19

>>32293422

Tankdozer the forklift, then Tankdozer the survivors

>>32293453

Seconded.

>>32293453
Thirded

Rolled 5, 10, 2 = 17

>>32293422
Let the tankdozer express his love for the forklift.

By that, I mean ram the forklift using the tankdozer.

>>32293422
Let clayton use the tankdozer turret to pin down the enemies while we close in with revolver and ax

Rolled 10, 5, 6 = 21

>>32293453
I agree

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Ivan fance when Stig mode

Rolled 3, 10, 2, 6, 8, 1, 3, 6, 4 = 43

It seems we wish to ram the forklift.

Taking rolls for that now. These other rolls will be for Clayton on the back of Tankdozer II

Rolled 2, 10, 8 = 20

>>32293523

Rolled 3, 6, 10 = 19

>>32293523
ROLL FOR RAM

>>32293500
It's like >>32293453, only funnier!

Also, I never would have expected that a mission that started off pretty dark would end up being so goofy.

Thank god for that.

Rolled 8, 10, 7 = 25

>>32293523
MURDER MURDER EVERYONE!

Rolled 4, 7, 4 = 15

>>32293523
If we succeed, I vote to change our vehicles name to "Killdozer".

Rolled 9, 10, 8 = 27

>>32293566
>>32293539
>>32293546

Tankdozer STRONK

Rolled 1, 3, 8 = 12

>>32293523
purge

Rolled 4, 4, 6 = 14

>>32293523
It begins.

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>>32293539
>>32293546
>>32293566

>>32293518

Yes.

Rolled 7, 9, 1 = 17

>>32293566
>>32293577
Its official. Ivan is now Kim Jong Un

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxDgQJBVJxg

Rolled 3, 5, 7 = 15

>>32293523
CRUSH MAIM BURN

>>32293577

STIGDOZER CRUSH TINY FORKLIFT

what's this about a blowjob-anon?
and where can i find him?

Rolled 9, 5, 5 = 19

>>32293827
Do not seek blowjob anon, if you are to meet him, he will find you.

>>32293827
craigslist

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You decide to play matchmaker between heavy machinery. Clearly Forklift-chan has been trying to get the attention of Tankdozer II-senpai for months now, what with the cans of motor oil left in her tread locker on Valentines Day to the way she blatantly missed the implications of Forklift-chan asking her out to Tennessee Fried Turkey on Christmas! Sometimes Onee-chans are just so dense…

Well it’s your job as Kostov-san, the mercenary of love, to give Tankdozer II-senpai the push she needs to recognize Forklift-chan’s feelings. And if that push happens to end up crushing a bunch of martian fuckheads in between a forklift and container place, all the better for you.

You send Tankdozer II into an unstoppable blitz towards her imouto and kohai, Forklift-chan. You ignore Clayton’s bellows of “Stable firing platform goddamnit,” for that sake of true love. The two of them crash into one another, slamming against the opposite wall. As you sit back up from the jarring impact, you see that Forklift-chan has turned scarlet from having her onii-chan so close to her.

Well that, or viscera from the Lillies you just finished pulverizing.

Somehow, you feel qualified to captain a submersible now.

Tat glowing sense of pride rapidly fades away as Clayton bellows at you over the comm link about what a splitting headache you’ve given him. There are apparently still some Black Lillies left on site, and all that ramming hasn’t done many favors for his aim. According to him, they are either trying to escape through the hole you opened up, or are organizing themselves to attack Tankdozer II.

>Do you:
>Back up Tankdozer II and run them over?
>Leave Tankdozer II and help Clayton wrap things up on foot?
>Sit tight while your senior mops up?
>For all options except sitting tight, please provide some sort of plan of attack.

>>32293936
>>Leave Tankdozer II and help Clayton wrap things up on foot?
why do you have that image name

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>>32293936

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Rolled 5, 1, 9 = 15

>>32293936
>>Back up Tankdozer II and run them over?

L..lewd

Rolled 9, 9, 2 = 20

>>32293936
>>Back up Tankdozer II and run them over?
1-Back into the hole we made to kill a couple of them.
2-Get out and shoot them.
3-Beer

>>32293992
Partly to see who actually reads image file names, partly to convey the tale of how I got that file on my computer.

>>32294011
There was a lot of hurried googling and over extension of my pathetic power level to manage that post.

>>32293936
>Back up Tankdozer II and run them over?

We double as a distraction for Clayton-sempai to take advantage of in Lily-hunting.

This was far more amusing than I thought it would be.

>>32293936
>Leave Tankdozer II and help Clayton wrap things up on foot?
We should try to gather a few more living victims.

Rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12

>>32294043

Yuru Yuri is pretty good find for someone with low power level, you have untapped potential

>>32293936
>>Leave Tankdozer II and help Clayton wrap things up on foot?
Guys, we really need those bonuses.

Rolled 3, 3, 4 = 10

>>32293936
B-Back that tank up

Seems like we're running people over with a Tankdozer! Speak now or forever hold your peace if that's a problem for you

>>32293936
>that pic description
MUH SIDES

>Leave Tankdozer II and help Clayton wrap things up on foot?
Let those two lovebirds have some alone time

Rolled 2

A-a-a-and We're tied.

Rolling a d2 to decide.

>>32294215
I oppose this course of action.

>>32294312
NO! BACKHOE SENPAI! WHY WOULD YOU STOP TANKDOZER II SENPAI AND FORKLIFT CHAN FROM HAVING TRUE LOVE?!

Shit! According to that dice roll, Ivan joins clayton on foot to deal with Lillies. There are three remaining. One is making a break for the hole you opened up, and two more are trying to ready themselves for combat. They both are holding what you believe to be Assault Rifles and are about 10 meters away. Escaping Lilly is 14 meters away, and the distance is growing.

>>32294457

Try to pin down two with our combat shield and OMP while Clayton picks off the runner.

>>32294457
Shield up, knock out dart to fleeing Lilly, then axe another one a question while Clay takes the last.

Rolled 5, 9, 7 = 21

>>32294502
>Shield up, knock out dart to fleeing Lilly, then axe another one a question while Clay takes the last.
I support this course of action. We need to save some lillies for the sake of yuri.

>>32294502
Supported as well. Hopefully >>32294528's roll counts for hitting him.

alright, need 5 rolls of 3d10 for >>32294502 sequence.

Rolled 10, 3, 7 = 20

>>32294609

Rolled 1, 1, 4 = 6

>>32294609
YURI POWER

Rolled 2, 2, 3 = 7

>>32294609

Rolled 10, 7, 8 = 25

>>32294609

Rolled 5, 10, 5 = 20

>>32294609

Rolled 1, 3, 5 = 9

>>32294609
here we go

Rolled 8, 6, 8 = 22

>>32294609

>>32294630

U sank the u-boat mate

Rolled 4, 7, 8 = 19

>>32294609
Derp mode activate!

Hah!
>>32294626
>>32294635
>>32294638

Ugh...
>>32294630
>>32294631

You decide that delicious credits would be nice to have. You kick open the cockpit and hop out of Tankdozer II, leaving her to hold hands or whatever with Forklift-chan. You nod briefly at Clayton before raising your shield preemptively. With your free arm, you take aim at the fleeing Lilly and fire a knock out dart. You miss abysmally. The Lilly continues to make good on her escape as her two compatriots finally click mags into their assault rifles. You scowl and draw your tomahawk.

You charge forward, feet clattering against the uneven ground as you close the distance between you and the two remaining Lillies. Unfortunately, pulverized shipping containers slick with blood don’t exactly make for good footing and you end up tumbling ass over heels onto the ground. The only thing that saves you from a burst of rifle fire is your shield, which somehow manage to keep in between you and the Lillies. As rifle fire bounces off of your shield, which translates to a somewhat pleasant shaken buzzing sensation, you stimp forward. Very suddenly you can feel the impact of bullets lessen as Clayton puts one of the remaining Lillies down at range.

You storm forward the last few feet, barrelling into the last Lilly and smashing him to the ground. His torso’s impact with the floor is accented by some ominous cracking. Making sure to sit on his sternum, you pull out your wrist restraints and quickly bind his hands and feet. You stand up as Clayton walks up beside you, seeming to be in deep discussion with somebody.

>Find out who Clayton is talking to
>write in some mockery for the defeated Lilly
>Write in another action

>>32294998
Little Martian all tied up

Rolled 7, 3, 7 = 17

>>32294998
>>Write in another action
Chase the escaping lilly, perhaps?

>>32294998
Chase after the lilly?

>>32294998
>>Write in another action
Run after the escaping lilly

>>32294998
Get the runner.

>>32295045
>>32295049
Guys, she's just a mook.
>>32294998
>Find out who Clayton is talking to
If it's not the rest of the squad, we gotta contact them. figure out if doc Singh's been caught yet.

>>32294998
AH WANT MAH MONEY BITCH

Run after her, but let Clay know we're going in.

>>32295213
>Guys, she's just a mook.
Not just a mook, an escaping bonus on our paycheck.

>>32294998
>Find out who Clayton is talking to

You decide that while the boss is on the phone you can run off a pursue alternative income sources. Before you can even start running, really before you are even halfway through adopting the running position, Clayton barks at you over the comm link. “Cool your jets Kostov, you ADD addled adipose addict!”

“But the runner,” you whine, only half in jest.

Clayton sticks his finger up in the air, conversing with whomever is on the other end. You sigh to yourself, and check to see which channel he’s on. You join the squad channel just as Marlena signs off. “So, what’s the hold up on pursuit bossman,” you inquire.

“The hold up is that we’ve got much bigger giga-koalas to fry than some low level ankle biter. According to Martian, she and Belch established visual contact with both Singh and Dallas not five minutes ago. The two seem to be making good on an escape to the loading bay, where I presume a ride is waiting for them.”

“Shit, that’s big.”

“It is indeed,” confirms Clayton, “and it’s why I don’t want you running off after some no name like some damned dog who just saw a squirrel.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“Well we could head them off at the loading bay, or…” Clayton turns slightly and nods at Tankdozer II, “we could try heading them off through that wall over there.”

>Which one do you prefer?

>>32295400
Do you even have to ask? quick To the Tankdozzer!

>>32295400
Dallas certainly have some whitethingy, better have him waste it on the Tankdozer than us.

>>32295400
TANKDOZER GO!

Alright, Tankdozer is the likely victor, I don't even know why I bothered asking. Roll some 3d10s to see how well you dozer.

Rolled 4, 7, 10 = 21

>>32295520
DRIVE!

Rolled 3, 6, 8 = 17

>>32295520

Rolled 2, 7, 2 = 11

>>32295520
Time to become Rubens Stigmacher, again.
dice pls.

Rolled 9, 2, 6 = 17

>>32295520
Killdozer is go!

Rolled 6, 7, 10 = 23

>>32295520
Time to doze them all behiiiiiiiind

Rolled 1, 8, 9 = 18

>>32295520

Tankdozer a gogo

Rolled 14

>>32295520
This will make our friends jelly.
This will make our superiors jelly.
This will make our enemies jelly.

Rolled 2, 7, 8 = 17

>>32295736
Whoops
>>32295520
Wrong dice

You leap back into the cockpit of Tankdozer II-senpai and reluctantly extract her blade from the side of Forklift-chan. Some how it almost feels like you are breaking up the heavy machinery equivalent of hand holding. You almost feel bad, but then you remember that inanimate machines lack the gender binary required for lesbian antics to occur in the first place.

Backing Tankdozer II up you take aim at the opposite wall. “3… 2… 1… Ram ‘er mate!”

You don’t need telling twice. You quickly shift gear into a shuddering first and begin to charge the opposite wall. Second clunks into place ominously. Third practically thuds as you push the engine of Tankdozer II way past it’s recommended stress levels. Don’t think anyone has ever redlined a bulldozer before.

Okay that’s not true. Plenty of people drink on construction sites.

Tankdozer II smashes into the wall with great gusto, blasting shipping containers apart like a toddler playing Godzilla with building blocks. Tankdozer II bounces across the floor of the room, it’s frame screeching with pain as it skids across the ground.

>Now is no time to think!
>Do you:
>Get out of Tankdozer II and take cover somewhere
>Remain in the cockpit for Tankdozering fun and shenanigans

>>32295872
>>Remain in the cockpit for Tankdozering fun and shenanigans

>>32295872
>Remain in the cockpit for Tankdozering fun and shenanigans

Rolled 2, 2, 10 = 14

>>32295872
>>Remain in the cockpit for Tankdozering fun and shenanigans
Imagine their faces as a burning Tankdozer crashes through a wall yelling SEMPAIIIIIIIII

>>32295939
This is supported

>>32295872
>Remain in the cockpit for Tankdozering fun and shenanigans

>>32295872
>Remain in the cockpit for Tankdozering fun and shenanigans

Was there any doubt in what we would do?

>>32295872
Why did we ever leave it?
>Remain in the cockpit for Tankdozering fun and shenanigans

seems people want to remain in Tankdozer II. Roll a 3d10 for reasons.

>>32295944
No, Tankdozer II's the sempai in the relationship, Forklift-Chan's the kohai. Tankdozer would more likely be screaming "VTOL-Chan!" as she busts the walls down.

Rolled 9, 4, 10 = 23

>>32296098

Rolled 1, 1, 1 + 0 = 3

>>32296098

Rolled 4, 9, 4 = 17

>>32296098
REASONS!

>>32296113
Um, what.

Rolled 6, 5, 5 = 16

>>32296098
NOTICE ME SINGH SEMPAI!!

>>32296113
>Rolled 3d1: 1, 1, 1 + 0 = 3

You ain't foolin' no one.

>>32296113
>3d1

Man, it's like you're not even trying.

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Rolled 2, 1, 9 = 12

>>32296113

Rolled 4, 3, 10 = 17

>>32296098

Rolled 2, 5, 10 = 17

>>32296098

Rolled 1, 3, 5 = 9

>>32296098
rollan

>>32296134
Save for phone-fags.

LIKE ME.

Goddamnit, >>32296113...

Rolled 1, 1, 1 + 0 = 3

>>32296113
Today I learned that invisible characters work in autocomplete. I thought I rolled the 23.

>>32296198
stop it anon

Rolled 6, 2, 5 = 13

>>32296098
Time for some hektik skids

Clayton would know about hektik skids.

>is the dozer a turbodiesel? if so, dose it like a mad cunt

Working more on instinct than any particular rational thought, you slam Tankdozer II into reverse and execute half of a three point turn. Just in time too, as the area where the cockpit would’ve been explodes into white light. Gellied magnesium fills the room with an eerie light. Ignoring the fact that this might have very nearly killed you, you take the moment’s respite to see who you’re facing, and where they’ve taken position. There are a large number of Black Lillies, at the very most ten, in the room. They are in a protective outer ring around four or so individuals who are substantially better armed and armored. They look to be very nearly at the level of thsoe Reyumbi fellows from your last mission. In the center of this inner ring stands a man in a cowboy hat and a quivering indian fellow. The indian guy might not be wearing a lab coat, but it’s plain as day who he is.

“Signh!” you roar over some sort of PA system built into Tankdozer II. “I fucking found you Signh!”

The Indian man cowers behind the individual you can only assume is Frank Dallas, who shakes his head and tips his hat in your general direction.

What a cheeky bastard.

>Plan of attack?

>>32296675
Request the transfer of Singh politely, while Tankdozer revs up in the background. If he says no, vroom vroom, asshole.

>>32296675
Tankdozer his ass that cheeky bastard, but jump out of it

>>32296675
Lillies first, use the bulldozer, have Clayton flank/cover. Try to avoid directly engaging Dallas or his men as they may just fuck off if we kill enough lillies.

>>32296675
Try to approach as close as the Tankdozer can to axe them some questions.
head out for the heavy armored fellows, them out of the fight would make things easier.

>>32296675
Right now we've created a distraction Tankdozer, hopefully Martian and Belch will take advantage of it. Does the Tankdozer have some weapons system?

>>32296675
>Aim the Tankdozer II at fuckheads
>Open throttle to full
>Get off
>Shoot AR at distracted fuckheads

Do we see any escape vehicles? might be a good idea to take it out.

>>32296675
seconding >>32296868

Rolled 5, 3, 6 = 14

>fedora tipping intensifies

>>32296846
Tankdozer II has no weapons outside of its shovel blade and treads.

I think we want to send Tankdozer at them at ramming speed before we bail out? That'll take 3 3d10 rolls.

Rolled 10, 10, 2 = 22

>>32297193
Action rollan!

Rolled 8, 5, 2 = 15

>>32297193
skid it uleh

Rolled 4, 6, 10 = 20

>>32297193
Come on, Tankdozer! Lets make Forklift-chan proud!

Rolled 7, 9, 8 = 24

>>32297193
EAT SHOVEL BITCHES
Time to pop a can of grit cola

Rolled 2, 4, 8 = 14

>>32297193
DICE

Rolled 5, 1, 7 = 13

>>32297193
seems like it's either a huge post, or something happened to OP.
roll for maybe activating grit mode.

>>32297586
This is pretty par for the course, as far as I've seen. Considering how well Fall Guy writes, time is NOT an issue.

>>32297586
It's only been 24 minutes.

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>>32297193

Poor Tankdozer II-chan. She will be ruined for marriage after this is over. Ivan better be willing to take responsibility.

"Oh Anon, what are you drawing?

A bulldozer and a forklift with UGUU anime faces for strangers on the internet. The dozer is a total Tsundere

... I honestly have no clue how to respond to that statement. Looks nice?

Rolled 9, 1, 7 = 17

>>32297744
I fucking love you

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>>32297744
oh lordy. My sides

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>>32297744

>>32297744
God, I missed this. Things like your art, anon, are the reason I fell so hard in love with this quest. Thanks again for reminding me.

Let’s see if this asshole can maintain his veneer of southern gentlemandom with Lord knows how many tons of metal bearing down on his ass. You stomp down on the accelerator… hard. Herd enough to lodge the damn thing in place. Tankdozer II roars as the engine goes right into the red. The hulk of metal barrels forward across the room, churning up shards of shipping container as its treads spin against the ground. The protective ring breaks as those with weak constitutions or a good survival sense get the hell out of Tankdozer II’s warpath. You slam the door to the cockpit open and roll out of it, landing only a few meters away from the shattered outer ring. You manage to clamber to your feet just in time to appreciate the carnage.

Dallas’ cavalier attitude lasts until Tankdozer II is three meters away from his stupid hat brim. However, once Tankdozer II crosses that magical line, Dallas seizes his hat and with a drawled “Aww hell,” dives out of the way of Tankdozer II, dragging a paralyzed Dr. Singh alongside him. Tankdozer II continues forward, tearing through a large number of Lillies too slow or stupid to get out of its way, their bodies torn in half on the blade, torsos exploding as tons of Tankdozer roll over them.

Goddamn. What a mess. Seriously, it’s like that one time you put a pork foot in a food processor to answer that most eternal of questions, “will it blend?” Because honestly mom, what the fuck else are you going to do with a pork foot, eat it? Do you have any idea what pigs spend like their entire freaking lives standing in with those feet? Shaking yourself out of the flashback to fourteen year old you, you decide to confront the current situation. As dangerous as your mom was when you managed to both ruin dinner and her food processor, she never had quite as much lethal intent as the semi-well trained extremists and mercenaries arrayed around you. Frank Dallas has pulled Dr. Singh back behind the remaining lines of Lillies and his entourage of mercenaries. His expression is reminiscent of a poker player who just realized that [Insert metaphor regarding poker hands here cause I know fuck all about the card game].

>Plan of Attack

>>32294457

If they're all grouped together I'd say pump our GROG shells at them with the pirate gun. Get a couple well placed shells with the pirate gun and deal with the remainder. We can detain anybody lucky enough to get knocked out and get a fat bonus.

>>32298011
>Shield up
>shoot AR at Dallas.
>Maybe throw a grenade at the Lilies if we have one.


>>32298171
We didn't bring the pirate gun.

>>32298171
>>32298011

Not sure how that happened. Might as well make use of some out our pepper grenades too. No sense firing into a crowd that it in front of our target.

>>32298171

What were the mission requirements again? Are we required to bring in Singh alive? That changes the plan of attack drastically.

Rolled 8, 4, 4 = 16

>>32298011
seconding >>32298201

but replace AR with OMP

Rolled 1, 10, 6 = 17

>>32298214
>Are we required to bring in Singh alive?
yes

the guy is a coward, we cut off his exit and kill his protectors and he'll cave in

>>32298011
>Seriously, it’s like that one time you put a pork foot in a food processor to answer that most eternal of questions, “will it blend?” Because honestly mom, what the fuck else are you going to do with a pork foot, eat it? Do you have any idea what pigs spend like their entire freaking lives standing in with those feet?

holy fucking shit my sides
You are the only quest runner who can consistently make me laugh out loud
I love you Fall Guy

>>32298011
Flashbang? Gas?

Followed by engaging with axe with covering fire from Clayton.

Hopefully the rest of the team will show up too.

Rolled 7, 1, 8 = 16

Flashbang/gas/emp/peper
try to get as much of these fuckers alive, it's okay if some lose a leg or an arm or two.

>>32298171

Chuck some pepper grenades if we don't have the pirate gun. Open fire with the OMP at the grunt wall then shield up.

>>32298281
>>32298201

> Shield up
> Tell Clayton/have him provide cover fire
> Lob flashbang
> OMP the mooks
> Charge in for CQC


Sound reasonable?

>>32298459
Sounds more than reasonable anon.

Calling for rooooolllllssss

Rolled 3, 9, 2 = 14

>>32298479
Hungry for ROOOOOOOOOOLLs?

Rolled 8, 5, 2 = 15

>>32298479
grit here we go

Rolled 4, 3, 8 = 15

>>32298479
I should really stop doing this.

Rolled 6, 1, 6 = 13

>>32298479

Rolled 3, 4, 3 = 10

>>32298479
>14
>15
>15
Well

Rolled 3, 7, 10 = 20

>>32298479
Kerplah!

Rolled 4, 10, 7 = 21

>>32298479

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>>32298492
>>32298495
>>32298499
>>32298502
>>32298508

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Rolled 4, 1, 7 = 12

>>32298479

Rolled 4, 10, 8 = 22

>>32298479
these dice fucking suck

>fucking up a flashbang

Holy shit our evaluation is going to suck

>ivanattemptstocookaflashbang.webm

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>>32298634

Rolled 5, 4, 5 = 14

>>32298634
you don't 'cook' flashbangs, they are set with a short fuse by default, thats just deliberately trying to lose fingers...

Rolled 2, 3, 9, 6, 4, 9, 4, 2, 8, 1, 3, 2 = 53

>>32298479
Rolling for reasons

>>32298788
Well at least they mostly suck too....

Rolled 3, 7, 5 = 15

>>32298479
come onnnnnn

>>32298788
Tankdozer-kun did a number on their psych didn't he?

You stand up, slightly woozy from your tumble from Tankdozer II. You blearily raise your shield, just in time to catch a few bullets that the mercenaries sent your way. Unfortunately, not fast enough to catch all of them, and you wince in pain as one lucky shot nicks your unarmored shoulder. Goddamn white light. Cost you credits in armor repair and medical now. You groan and underhand toss a flashbang into the midst of the crowd as you stumble back, away from the hail of gunfire.

As the flashbang goes off, you comm in with Clayton. “Clayton! Poor impulse control is fucking me in the ass again!”

“Oh really mate? Thought Valkyrie did that to ya already?”

“What. No. What. Listen Clayton don’t piss around with me man, I need covering fire or some shit!”

Clayton chuckles over the comm channel. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“The fu-” you start to say before one of the walls that Dr. Singh’s entourage came through explodes into a bunch of tiny little pieces. You are knocked bodily backwards, shield catching the worst of the debris, but still pretty badly winded. As you roll upright once more, you look over at the gaping hole in the wall to see two figures standing in the cloud of whatever the hell they were keeping in those containers.

You watch in awe as Maxim “Belch” Bodrov, hefts an absurdly large “Light” Machine Gun, and opens fire. Your helmet can’t quite cover up the din as the LMG tears Lillies into pieces. After a few seconds of sustained fire most of the surviving Lillies from your Tankdozer charge and one of Dallas’ mercenaries are spread across the floor, blood pooling around their remains.

You look around, wondering where Dallas and friends could have gotten off to. You don’t have to wonder for very long, as Dr. Singh is shoved into the open from behind a shipping container, followed by the barrel of a gun carried by one of Dallas’ entourage. You stare as Dallas himself steps out into the open, assiduously adjusting his cowboy hat once more.

“Now ya’ll. I’m certain that there’s a technical term for this here situation, but I’ll be damned if I know it. I’ll be frank. Shoot me or any of my compadres, and this Singh fella’ll be deader than a raccoon in a tennessee barbeque.”

>What do?
>Attempt to negotiate
>Fuck it, shoot
>Write in

>>32299298
What are our mission specs again? Capture Singh and the Lilies, right? Do they have any mention of what we should do with Dallas and his mercs?

>>32299298

>Correct him

"I believe it's called... an impasse."

Rolled 5, 9, 2 = 16

>>32299337
>http://pastebin.com/nNU28gEA
Here's the mission pastebin, guys.

Rolled 9, 4, 9 = 22

So to answer your question, yes we can totally leave the cowboy and his buddies walk, this time. It's the Lilies we've got to take down.

>>32299298
Attempt negotations, advise him we won't shoot his Neo-Texan ass if he gives us the doctor.

We aren't here for him, after all.

>>32299337
Ignore if him possible. He can cause us some casualties if we try to take him as well.

>>32299298
Dallas & Company aren't part of the mission... at least I don't think they are, I'm having trouble remembering the exact specs of what we're supposed to be doing here.

I do know that Dallas doesn't matter, let's just grab Singh and get out.

>>32299298
"Well let's see. Who here has the massive weaponry? Who here just killed most of your bodyguards with your own tank? And just who's gonna walk out of this room? I'll give you a hint, it's hard to walk when I smash your legs into sushi with my axe. You're outgunned, surrender or else."

>>32299298
>That's a mexican impasse you jackass.
I'd be for the option to shoot Singh, in the leg/shoulder to make him flinch away from Dallas' group.

Rolled 2, 8, 7 = 17

>>32299298
>Attempt to negotiate

See what Clayton says. If he has nothing...

"You should know better than to pull that crap. Leave Singh to us and we'll let you and you alone walk away, no dice on the Lillies. You put a bullet in Singh or otherwise harm him, however,all bets are off and we end you to avoid any future troubles."

>>32299427
Operation Sour Oracle (1)
>Contractor: BiodYne Services
>Target: Unknown Organization
>BiodYne's internal affairs department have uncovered some disturbing new information about the HoriZone Clinic lost as a result of genetic tampering. They believe that they have successfully tracked down the executive responsible for the.. incident. StrikeOut have proven themselves bloody, yet effective. They need that skill set now.
>Secondary Objectives:
>Take Dr. Nirav Singh alive
>Take members of the unknown organization alive for interrogation
>Any information on the organization's backers will be compensated
>Registered Mercs:
>Unknown as of now.

Mission specs.

>>32299449
>rather a mexican standoff

>>32299298
I say we open with an offer of, "Tell us about who hired you to train these Lilies, and why. We take Singh and these fellows off your hands, and then you can walk after you talk."

>>32299298
>>Attempt to negotiate
"Impasse is the word you're looking for, and we seem to be at one if you think you can walk out of here alive with the good doctor in tow, he is our mission, not you, so, you can leave him and walk away from this relatively intact, or you can try to be a big damn hero and we'll happily murder you."

Alright, seems we all want to stretch our diplomancing muscles, atrophied as they are. Any one want to write in some more dialogue or suggest an overall tone to take? Or perhaps you want to leave this to someone else?

>>32299561
I'd say leave this to Clayton, its more his area of expertise

>>32299561
Seems most are for an offer of peace with undertones of 'Or else'

>>32299561
>>32299574

Yeah, comm Clayton with some suggestions, (tell us who hired you to train these guys and why, etc.) and let him handle it. He's way more levelheaded than we are.

>>32299561
Again, I suggest offering him and his the ability to walk away if they hand over the professor. Keep it just that professional. Let Clayton take over after that if that doesn't work.

>>32299561
Leave it for Clay or Marlene.

>>32299561
My roguery senses are telling me that we should call Dallas' bluff. Say we were hired to do something else, and that we don't give a fuck about Singhe.

I don't think Dallas will shoot the man.

>>32299298
Tell the others to flank
Distract Dallas
Then tranc Singh

I'm not very good at resolving standoffs

Rolled 5, 10, 7 = 22

>>32299574
This, and if negotiations go south, proceed to toss tomahawk at Cowboy Curtis's gun hand.

Oh, and call him Cowboy Curtis.

>>32299644
>The Cowboy cannot shoot his gun, if his hand is on the floor.

>>32299631
Forgot to mention, tranc Singh and play it off as we killed him. We don't give a shit about him, we're here for Dallas and we were told to bring him in dead OR alive and it's his choice. Something like that

>>32299859

Can't do that, we pretty obviously announced that we were here for Singh when we rammed in here on Tankdozer.

>>32299870
Oh. Damn
Can we still tranc Singh to get him out of the equation and then have Marlena or Belch flank and takedown

You raise your hands and take a few steps back. Somehow you think that this gesture has placated Dallas somewhat. You comm into the squad channel. “Clayton? I don’t think I can axe him any rhetorical questions that’ll have things ending well.”

Clayton and Marlena both groan at your terrible pun. Maxim on the other hand laughs, his voice rumbling over the comm channel like an avalanche of bassos. “Alright Kostov. I’ve got this under control. Somewhat. Dallas isn’t exactly known for his loyalty. Bastard probably wants to save his hide before anything else here.”

Clayton strides forward, somehow managing to project confidence through a suit of combat armor. Dallas stares at Clayton as he makes his approach before clapping his hands and laughing. “Well shit! If it ain’t that one aussie!”

“Well shit. If it ain’t that one Neo-Texan.”

“How’s things friend? You been wrasslin’ alligators or some shit?”

Clayton snorts and shakes his head. “Only as often as you’ve fucked your cousin.”

“Sheeeeit. That’s five gators right there.”

“Alright no bullshit,” says Clayton, amusement evident in his voice, “I did go blast fishing a months or so back. Blew a lake bed sky high with a det core.”

Dallas guffaws, slapping his thigh. “No shit! No fuckin’ shit! Goddamn man. The fuckin’ pinkos on Lone Star wouldn’t ever let my ass get away with that. I fuckin’ swear, I had to get a fuckin’ grilling license last year. Propane and propane accessories built Lone Star, and they fucking try to regulate that shit!”

Clayton nods sympathetically. The rest of Dallas’ entourage seems familiar with this tangential negotiation style. Dr. Singh’s expression matches your own feelings. Bemusement mixed with slight concern. You close the comm channel and adopt the squat of your people as Clayton and Dallas continue to jaw about “the goddamn nanny state commies.”

After what must have been twenty or thirty minutes, Dallas shoves Singh not at all gently towards you. You quickly stand up and restrain Singh, cuffing him. Dallas and his entourage wave goodbye and take their leave from the room, and you presume, the warehouse.

>What do?
>Ask Clayton what the hell happened there
>Suggest you’ve figured out the real reason he emphasized letting Dallas off the hook
>write in

>>32299947
>>Ask Clayton what the hell happened there

>>32299947
>Ask Clayton what the hell happened there

as Jayne would say "That right there, was just the distraction we could have used"

Rolled 6, 8, 10 = 24

>>32299947
>>Ask Clayton what the hell happened there
>>Also, ask him if this means mission completion.

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>>32299931
>>32299947

>>32299947
>Ask Clayton what the hell happened there

Rolled 9, 8, 8 = 25

>>32299947
>>Ask Clayton what the hell happened there
"You got some weird friends, boss. Also, I thought you wrestled crocodiles, not alligators."

>>32300066
Yes. This.

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>>32299931
>You been wrasslin’ alligators or some shit?
Forgive me for posting some Steve Irwin copypasta

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>>32300091

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>>32300123

>>32300091

Going for the ears was not a smart move Steve.

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>>32300140

“Alright, hang on. What the hell was that, Clayton?” You ask, confusion evident in your voice.

Clayton looks back at you and shrugs. “What? Just some friendly acquaintances catching up is all.”

“Yeah, but I kinda… I just… not what I anticipated.”

“Ivan, we’re mercs,” Clayton says, his tone suggesting that he’s explaining something very basic to someone very simple, “we make acquaintances with people who work in our field. And the nature of our work sometimes means we’ll be running in opposition to one another. Doesn’t mean we have to kill the shit out of each other the second our contractors get into a slap fight.”

“Shit bossman, what sort of psychopath do you think I am? If you just said Dallas was a friend I wasn’t gonna frag him or nothing. Besides, I thought you wrassled crocs.”

Clayton snorts. “Yeah, but I’m not about to put the mental strain of two types of ‘alligators’ on a graduate of the Lone Star educational system.”

“So wait,” you ask as you hoist one of the incapacitated Lillies onto your shoulder, “What did you offer Dallas anyway?”

“Told him he could come around my place when me and the ‘sheila’ were off on vacation or something. Poor bastard just wants to grill various endangered animals in peace.”

“I don’t think that you have the proper respect for the sanctity of nature, sir,” you say, half concealing your amusement.

“Perhaps not,” says Clayton, hoisting another captured Lilly on to his shoulders, “But considering that the vast majority of organisms on New South Wales want to kill and eat me, I can’t help it if I’m a touch antipathic to the animal kingdom.”

>Say anything else, or just wait for the HOEV to show up and end the mission?

Search the place for loot!

>>32300279
Get da lootz

>>32300279
>Ask him about his sheila

For a yank (I assume) you're doing a surprisingly good job of writing an Aussie character FG
And I'm Australian, so I know what I'm talking about

>>32300143
Neither was going diving with manta rays.

Rolled 8, 3, 3 = 14

>>32300279
Loot everything

>>32300279
>But considering that the vast majority of organisms on New South Wales want to kill and eat me
Wait they remade Australia? IN SPACE? Australia with the attacking trees? NOW IT'S SPACE ATTACKING TREES?

>>32300380
SPACE DROP BEARS