/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

After Trump effectively washes away the leading dozen or so zombies, Tracy is getting bloodlusty (I'm going to give her a level in Barbarian BTW) and dashes toward the larger mass.

[1d20 = 4]
>>1171
I frantically search for soeething to help me.against the undead

>>1166
>Not following
I'm in this to get married to Waifu Theif-kun. Help me out a bit.
*Become slashing tornado, triple wielding knives to make moar room for the group*
>speaking muffled with knife in mouth
"H-how many of theses damn bastards re there?"

>>1168
Don't trip, there would be no time for that anyway. It doesn't take THAT long for the zombies to close (which they're doing, you've only bought yourself a moment)

[1d10 = 1]
>>1174
I continue my work frantically building the Wall, hoping to keep out all the hordes of Zombies, and most importantly of all, to make sure that Tracy is on the opposite side of that wall from me

[3d20 = 32]
>>1173
>>1111
You had a perfect opportunity already. Xp

[1d20 = 16]
>>1175
Disregard the roll as that was with a D10

>>1175
Ooooh~! Tough luck!
*Is walled-in with Flashy-kun*
Roll to activate hematolagnia quirk

[3d20 = 23]
You're still on about the wall? In the middle of a zombie fight? You realize they're worse than sandbags right?

[1d20 = 8]
>>1178
Fug

[1d20 = 19]
>>1179
It's gonna be big, it's gonna be beautiful, and I'm going to make Tracy pay for it

[3d20 = 10]
>wonders if there isn't more going on here
Okay! So Trump has four bodies in a small pile while Tracy (I had thought but correct me if I'm wrong) was about to eviscerate some bitches.

>>1180
*Proceeds to slash at the throats of invading zombies, their bodies contributing to the wall's progress*
F-Flashy? I-Is that you?

[1d20 = 1]
>>1182
Hey! I have more than just zombie corpses. I have rocks and bricks and things

>>1183
No. You're thinking of someone else

Builds even more frantically

>>1184
We're changing the code on that fucking dice

>>1183
And slash the throats she DOES. In rare form, tracy slash-slashes one to stillness, stabs another in the head (noticing that headstabs result in immediate death, unlike body wounds), and slash-slash-slashes a third. With blood spattered to her face and torso she looks back at TRUMP and says what she said.

[1d20 = 12]
*Sees through blatant lie*
"I knew it was you, Flashy! What are you doing here?"
Roll for super-powered, love-driven, stat boost

>>1187
Rolls to run away and back into the building, blocking the door on the way

>>1184
Actually, no. The ground outside the glassy-structure is overgrown and dense with tall grass. In fact, the surrounding environment is the only reason you haven't been tidal waved with zombies (fun fact)

Oh dear god

[1d20 = 13]
>>1192
*sobs as I watch my loved one make a break for his life, throwing knives at the various zombies that charge at him from every direction...*

[1d20 = 2]
Urri sighs and says "At least its not like last time".
He grabs Trump as he attempts to make his way inward and holds him in the doorway.
"You see that? That will kill you. You see that?" (points to Tracy) "That will hurt you and torture-porn anything that looks in your direction. That IS of course if I am talking to who I think I'm talking to. I could be mistaken."
>gets eerily peaceful and passive and hits his pipe again and only THEN releases TRUMP
Well, I guess I can't avoid it.

[1d20 = 6]
>>1194
Finding he cannot escape into the building, Trump proceeds to take his chances with the zombies, charging into them in a direction opposite Tracy, trying to find a way to escape from the area

[1d20 = 15]
Rolling to activate /HATRED/ , and clear out a good deal of these zombies in a murderous rampage.

[9d20 = 76]
>Urri tugs at his chin and his worn skins become darkened, immensely more worn/stained/tattered than before, and instead of a calm hippy is mask. Its kind of like a rorscharch and will upload a facsimile soon, but entirely monochrome. The skin shifts to a purplish, the hair elongates to a bright pink ponytail in the style of thugs and miscreants re 14cent japan.
He looks at Trump, then at Tracy, and to the latter says: "Let's get MeEsSy"

[1d20 = 4]
Roll to clear a path of zombies with their heads lobbed off

[9d20 = 119]
In a flash of motion, the five zombies in front of Tracy explode on a flash of blood.

[1d20 = 19]
>>1200
*Dashes to continue attacking advancing zombies, guarding Flashy's flank in more ways than one*
*Hurls chest fragments*

~Spooky

[1d20 = 6]
Continues to charge out to the right, stabbing and slashing at zombies

>>1201
*Quints to see the mysterious figure through the haze of zombie blood*
"What the fuck is that?"

Apologies
Tracy proceeds to brain-stab one, two, and then a third zombie, indulging in blood lust on the third which leaves her splattered morbidly with blood. With a curious look of satisfaction she looks back at TRUMP with something nearing innocence but so very not so at the same time.

At this point I can officially call the match for reasons players cannot be aware of because of the thrown-together nature of this venture, but I will be BESIDE myself with happiness to detail the rough specifics of what "probably" happened beyond that point, allowing for greater theatrics than can be iterated through posts.
Tl:dr This is a cinema, and I'll detail (with player approval) what occurred as a result of the zombies and the weird building and His presence, and everything in between.

Crap, there was a gorgeous oekaki with like 11 stab wounds in one of them and I deleted it, sorry

>>1207
>what "probably" happened beyond that point,
>mfw
I had a nice time playing with you goys. I'll hope to try this again next week.
The ride never ends, fuckers.
>>1208
Awww....
I guess we'll just have to leave things to our imaginations....

>>1207
Say what now?

>>1210
I'm not sure what her deal is, but at this point that would be consistent with the professed intent of the player. Unless objected,....

>>1209
Next time will be awesomer.
>>1213
I think you're over-estimating the length of time I'm going to fill in, but copy that, I know where Tracy is going with it

[SLEEP]

Torcuil, I apologize for diverting from your character. Your position from the zombies did not put you at risk, and without knowing more about your character (you had to go with wizard? sorceror would have been way easier e_O) its hard to establish much. Don't worry though, with your input we can fill in the blanks with some awesomeness.
No time in game will actually pass while I iterate things, consider this one of those in-game tutorials or some shit. You can consider the glassy building as a base of sorts, structured to allow a character to maintain and develop in whatever direction they should want (body, mind, Football).
The equipment to accomplish any craft is available, and to top it off, the whole place is SHINY.

>>1216
>you had to go with wizard?
He should be a meme wizard: has the power to trigger and exploit memetic happenings.

>>1217
Yeah, after a good night's sleep I'm loving the idea. It beautifully sidesteps the micro-management of traditional spellcasting. I've been brainstorming all morning, and will update later on.

>>1216
Its fine, I actually passed out (like woke up laying next to my desk)about 1 am est so.... sorry bout that
>>1217
SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

>>1220
P R A I S E K E K
From now on my spells will be in the form of memes