This thread continues the ongoing RP/Shitposting game. Its based on D&D 3.5e core rules with exceptions made for just about anything. Its essentially a play-by-shitpost RPG with structural additions. Games get hairy on Saturdays, but weekends in general; weekdays are for meta and shitposting.
Most pressing of the situations is that involving Infernius, Trump, and Tracy; the former finds himself being surrounded by robots, while flying robots seem to have cut off his escape. As nimble as Uatchit is, his situation doesn't look good. Trump has fled outside the Cardashil wall, and his pursuit disengaged to secure the perimeter of the city. In short, Cardashil is now a Panopticon. Meanwhile, Tracy - er, a praying mantis who is clearly identifiable as Frank (or any of 3 other identities) - is amongst a throng headed for the teleportation gates along the perimeter of the park area.
Oh yes, and those grenades. One of the robots has char marks and scraping on it.
Meanwhile Stix, Torcuil, Snek, and Thez are having an otherwise constructive conversation in the Tower.
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>>60797>>60799*sighs, then looks ahead*
>>60801"In the crowd." Revs the monster truck
I'm here, I'm just having trouble getting going today
>>60804I've been there before...
Rake all the time you need.
>>60804I'm going, but the problem is I'm pic related... which is me all the time.
Also I'll be on mobile the whole day
>>60809I think it is the irritation inside behind the frozen outside
*rolls towards mailboxes sweeping up Infernius*
>>60812A shazbot positions its self in between Tracy and the scene.
"ALL OF YOU PLEASE STAY BACK FOR YOUR SAFETY." The bot monotones.
[1d20+6 = 10]>>60813"~Vrooooooooooom Vrooooooooom!"
Diplomacy check to convince the wheel-lets to stand aside while a real machine handles the cleanup.
I'm that bored.. >>60814Nevertheless, Tracy stands back and observes the machine loading Infernius's remains.
>>60815How many clean-up bots are there? Are they the same model as the other bots?
>>60814The shazbot seems unimpressed. "THE FOUR OF YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED."
Speaking of which, all of Tracy's IDs emit notification pings.
>>60816No, they're different than the shazbots.
>>60817Tracy realizes she's being an idiot, and moves away from the center of action and parks herself in an alley as she considers her next course of action.
She checks Gorplemonger's ID-thingy.
>>60818She also takes note that the bot was able to detect the IDs in her back, and stops to consider that carrying extra IDs might reveal her in the presence of non-robot creatures.
>>60820"Um, ugh.." Tracy trails off, not deciding against attempting to conceal her stolen electronics.
The IDs display a lengthy explanation of the incident moments ago. It claims that Infernius and Trump were participants of the Arena level who had managed to reach the city level. It also makes an additional reminder to keep one's ID on themselves at all times, as there were several participants who had neglected to do so, offering meager condolences to anyone who may have known whomever it was.
>>60823Does it show any indication of knowing exactly who it was that failed to keep their IDs with them (important, because I was intending to potentially assume their identities later on)?
>It claims that Infernius and TrumpDoes it mention them by name, or does it mention 'some red cow and an ostrich?'
"Arena level..? I wonder what that could be..." Tracy ponders, trying to wrap her head around the scope of the dome's security communications
>>60824"I'm not entirely sure.." Tracy says, fidgeting with Gorplemonger's device.
"Whatever it is, it has some kind of news message on it: it looks like the whole city knows we're here."
>>60826"Well where did you get them and why?"
>>60825No. Frank, Otto, Alfonso, and ??? were all quite squishy and were reduced to ash quite readily, due to their clothing, as well as whatever cosmetics and/or hair-products they may have been using. I didn't really come up with a back-story for them, I was hoping I could shirk that. In any case, they were beyond identification by the administration.
>>60826That's an inaccurate statement
Tracy backs further into the alley, making sure she's out of sight from the crowd.
>>60829Tracy is only as clever as her faggot, so she's still on alert, considering the possibility that other residents might be aware of their break in.
I didn't really care to use their disguises, it was just a fallback idea.
>>60830"Will you promise me you won't be mad?"
>>60831"No. Now what is it pony?"
>>60831I assume that Tracy gave Trump one of the IDs, cuz I can't think why he wouldn't be getting set on fire. In that event, Trump's ID displays the same information.
>>60832*tosses him off of her back and sits on him*
"It's some kind of ID card. I'm not really sure how it works, but it seems like the robots will believe you're one of the residents while you're carrying it, as far as can tell."
>>60833Tracy slipped one in his pocket without him knowing, but it would've binged by now to alert him of it.
>>60834I'm guessing Trumpaladin would finally notice the ID in his pocket, so he pulls it out
"How did this get there?
So these IDs... Why do you have 3 of them?"
>>60835*smushing intensifies*
"I kind of.. got them from some of the localresidents."
>>60833Tracy curiously fidgets with the device some more, using her floating hands (claws retracted).
Is there any information available on it other than the notifications that just popped up? Perhaps a map for local residents?
>>60840*smushes*
"I stole them." Tracy says flatly
"I subtly picked the cards out of the pockets of several individuals in the plaza and watched contently as the mailboxes reduced them to piles of fine powder."
>>60839Yes, there's a fully indexed section with information, I'm just having difficulty with descriptions at the moment. Additionally, my persistent critical nature is more active than usual.
the part of me that says "ITS SHIT!" >>60842Trumpaladin inspects the device himself
>>60842No worries.
Tracy takes a while, fidgeting and trying to figure out how to handle the device (despite being able to hold weapons easily, she's still not used to having fingers), and takes a peak at the bots cleaning up Infernius's remains.
>>60843Brad feels a ripple in Tracy's plot from his position, indicating that the mare just made a movement to shrug.
>>60843"... Are you mad at me..?" She asks, sheepishly
>>60846"Yes." Trumpaladin responds with a bit of anger, but otherwise seems enraptured by the device. Without looking up, he says "did you do anything else?"
>>60847"Not really. You and Infernius showed up just afterwards.. and then
that happened..." Tracy says, grimly gesturing towards the smoldering pile in the plaza
>>60848"Learn anything about Great Leader" he says staring at the ID
>>60842Can Trumpaladin get to the home screen?