The Game Must Go On

[Premsyl]

The Players: Frank, Zura, Tom, Samantha, Hector, and Tara emerge from the building. Outside it's nighttime and the moon and the stars shine brightly.

They find themselves amongst rows and rows of storage containers, stacked two crates high with paths that criss-cross between them. It's impossible to see anything beyond the labyrinth of freight containers. There are lots of directions they can go, none that look any more promising than the next. At the moment, all is quiet but that doesn't offer any comfort as each Player can't help but feel that danger could be around each corner.

[Yawgmoth]

Well this figures...

Of course it was an exit, but the door was only an exit into another set of murder games. Tom felt like going back and killing the son of a bitch but right now there were more important things to do.

"Alright everyone, let's just move in one direction. I'm in favor of Tara's suggestion to climb up and survey the playing field." Tom didn't enjoy referring to this place as a "playing field," but this was a game and he was slowly beginning to accept that.

[Premsyl]

Frank looks around, a grim determined look on his face. Once, maybe, he could have clambered up one of those crates and taken a look around. He wasn't as young as he used to be, though.

Meanwhile Zura and Samantha have a whole whimpering useless thing going on, and they're no help at all.

Any interested characters can roll Dexterity + Athletics - 4 to climb the crates

[Writer]

Hector looks up.

"I'm not much of a climber."

It sounds like he is speaking more to himself than anyone else.

[Premsyl]

The maze of crates stretches on in all directions, ending at a high barbed wire fence to the north and south, the building they'd just exited was to the west of them and sat up against the fence on the western end of the compound. To the east beyond the Crates is what appears to be a large warehouse. Lights are shining through the windows. Beyond the warehouse, dimly lit by perimeter lights, is what appears to be some sort of plant or factory. It's obvious to Tara that there's more to be seen but in the darkness it's nearly impossible to determine what's there.

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On one side of the compound is a water tower. As Tara looks notices it and looks up she is nearly blinded by a bright white searchlight, located on the tower, that switches on, nearly drowning her senses in light.

Roll Perception - 3

[Premsyl]

A loud gunshot sounds, echoing throughout the dark compound. Tara is suddenly filled with pain as a bullet enters the back of her left shoulder, exiting the front in a splatter of blood. She realizes that she's a wide open target on the top of this crate.

Tara takes 3L
Roll Wits+Comp to determine where the shot came from

Shooty shoot

2010-01-18 15:54:07 Shooter rolls 7 to Shoot re-roll (10 Again) 8, 6, 9, 5, 5, 8, 5 3 successes

[Writer]

"Get down from there!" yells Hector.

She is a sitting duck up there.