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>Early Morning?/Homestead

The last ‘normal’ day anyone ever had, 10/27/2020, began earlier than planned for you, as you were woken up by the distressed honking of your geese. For them to be making all of this ruckus this early, something must have happened inside of their paddock. With concerns about losing some of your livestock to predation easily overcoming the fog of sleep, you grab your ‘beater’ 10/22, switch on the underslung flashlight you mounted, and scramble to get out there.

But when you unlock your side door, and head out into the dooryard, towards the geese and the ruckus, your worry wanes, as an alternative and less alarming hypothesis to what is causing the distress of your geese presents itself. And when you unlock and unlatch the paddock gate to step inside, you tentatively feel relived, as you do a quick headcount. The relief is reinforced when in the light of the underslung flashlight, you are able to count all ten; the three geese and the seven ganders. You sigh, and let the pent-up worry and stress pass out of you like steam whistling out of a kettle, as you detach the light from its mount and sling the rifle over your shoulder.

These geese were not spooked by a predator; they were just suddenly being chilled by the First Snow. You herd them all into their hutch for the day, and latch the door shut; should be warm enough for them inside. As you are already out here, you make a point of checking the enclosure for breaches; but the fencing is solid all the way around, and the two strands of electrified wire; one buried, to prevent burrowing and the other at snout height for most would-be geese-absconders are both still in position as far as you can tell, and are both still carrying current, judging by the shocks they give you, meaning that they are both still in one piece.

While you are at it, you check on your ducks as well; and find that they are all still sleeping comfortably in their own separate enclosure; unlike geese, who will sleep outside, sometimes even in the snow (if they have gotten used to the cold), your ducks prefer to sleep in some shelter. Now, while you are out, you might as well check on your two larger animals: Dander the Boar and Boadicea the Cow. But when both of them are sleeping soundly as well, you are satisfied that everything is as it should be and return to your house. Wiping your feet off on the mat in front of the door as you enter, you glance over the old dial thermometer that you got from grandfather’s diary; it reads 20 degrees Fahrenheit.

Now standing in mudroom, you wonder what to do next, consider that you are up…
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>>4413945
>Boot up your personal ARPAnet console and read some official, All-American news to start your day.

>Flip through the classifieds, and look for some odd jobs, or something else that you can do with your day, assuming that nothing is called in.

>The simultaneous arrival of the First Frost and the First Snow has put you in the mood for some hot cocoa; see if you have any on hand, while you consider your preparations for Winter.

>It is must be awfully early still, why don’t you go back to bed, while you still can?
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>>4413949
>>Boot up your personal ARPAnet console and read some official, All-American news to start your day.
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>>4413949
>Boot up your personal ARPAnet console and read some official, All-American news to start your day.
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>>4413949
>Boot up your personal ARPAnet console and read some official, All-American news to start your day.
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>>4414180
>>4414199
>>4414204
Alright, consider this closed, and I'll get to writing. Glad to have you all along!
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>>4414240
I'm here as well
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>>4413945
Oooh, what kind of Apocalypse is this? Zombies? Ice Age? Comet Strike a la Lucifer’s Hammer?
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YAWN

Boy, you are kind of tired … but, you have a busy day ahead of you; the only time that you can count on having to yourself is right now. Why not check the news? It might not be everyone’s idea of a good time, but you would rather know how things are going out there. Most people have to rely on broadcasts or the papers for the news, but you are lucky. A few years ago, when you were cleaning out a property for the young Mr. Parasol, you came across this unit; an old Model 3 ARPAnet designed for a satellite connection. When your working for Mr. Parasol, you have an understanding; if everything is cleaned out by the time you said you'd be done, and in decent enough condition for the contractors to start their renovation; whatever is in the property is yours, free and clear. Somewhere along the line you must have impressed him somehow; he uses you exclusively for jobs throughout the north woods, and you have done very well for yourself wheeling and dealing the castoffs; keeping the best for yourself, like an ARPAnet console that you’d otherwise have no way of affording; a refurbished model 3, in only slightly better condition than yours could go for as much as 15,000 dollars; and brand new, current generation models go for more than 35,000 dollars.

Getting the satellite company to provide service had been such a hassle, considering that they were at first convinced that you must have stolen the unit, but it was worth it. You boot the console up and provide your IP-ID to authenticate your connection and identify yourself. It takes several minutes, but eventually…

Welcome MR. MANTLE, to the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA-WIDE-WEB!

You type into the command prompt to bring up the news and reflect on how the newer models of personal consoles have something called a ‘mouse’. You are not exactly clear on how it works (or why it was named after a rodent) but apparently, you no longer need to enter command prompts for everything, which sounds incredibly convenient. These units just keep getting better and better …

The News on the March for 8/27/2020!

Ah! Here we are, and it has already been updated for today! You lean over to check how many minutes of service you have left budgeted for the month; those overage charges are preposterous! But after consulting the list, you realize that if you want to keep inside of your schedule, you will only have enough time to read one of the articles, so you are going to need to choose carefully from these headlines…

>Introducing the Ling-Temco-Vought SLAM; Declassifying the newest generation of Intercontinental Ballistic Cruise Missile

>Indian War heats up, as United Nations forces launch counterattack against Chi-Com’s ‘PLA’ and the remains of the Red Ganges Revolutionary Front

>Communication lost with our Tellus-Tessera Base on Venus; is this the work of the Red Menace?
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>>4414373
>Communication lost with our Tellus-Tessera Base on Venus; is this the work of the Red Menace?
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>>4414348
Nuclear Winter and Yellowstone Eruption; I gave serious thought to just doing a straight Ice Age apocalypse, but given the setting that I chose, (Northern Maine) we'd really have no hope whatsoever of making it by sheltering in place; though maybe as an alternate quest, an entire town from New England trying to make their way far enough south to not freeze or starve to death would be an interesting story...
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>>4414373
>>Indian War heats up, as United Nations forces launch counterattack against Chi-Com’s ‘PLA’ and the remains of the Red Ganges Revolutionary Front
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>>4414373
>>Introducing the Ling-Temco-Vought SLAM; Declassifying the newest generation of Intercontinental Ballistic Cruise Missile
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>>4414373
>Indian War heats up, as United Nations forces launch counterattack against Chi-Com’s ‘PLA’ and the remains of the Red Ganges Revolutionary Front

Fuck the commies, all hail the Great King of Neo-Maine
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>>4414381
>>4414392
>>4414431
>>4414477
Alright, there is the tie breaker. I'll get writing!
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Indian War heats up, as United Nations forces launch counterattack against Chi-Com’s ‘PLA’ and remains of the Red Ganges Revolutionary Front

Bombay-
With the resolve to push the Reds from the entirety of the subcontinent, a massive United Nations counterstrike launched early yesterday has already torn asunder the Chi-Com line through and through; faced with the prospect of an actual honest fight, the cowardly Chinks abandoned their positions in a pell-mell flight further north, abandoning their ‘unmechanized’ Hindoo allies to our superior forces. Estimates place the number of captives at well over 80,000; that number is expected to rise as time and the offensive continues. While there are some calls from certain suspect sections of Free Indian society to grant blanket amnesty to these captives in the interest of ‘peace’; the Free Indian government has released a statement that they will be satisfied with whatever the UN resolves to do with these prisoners; and that calls for them to issue demands of their saviors are ‘wholly inappropriate’ and do not reflect ‘what they as a nation stand for’.

As ‘Sedition in Service of Communism’ is recognized as a crime against humanity, it is of little doubt that what is left of the now thrice defeated Red Ganges Revolutionary Front will be righteously put to the bolt. President Wickham reportedly has started a betting pool with members of his cabinet as to whether or not V-I Day will come before or after Thanksgiving. The report did not indicate if Wickham bet on before or after, but it is in the humble opinion of this reporter that all good American citizens and patriots will pray that it is ‘before’. Reporting by …


Wow, the Indian front really flared up! If there is a resounding victory for the Free World in the subcontinent soon, then maybe people will finally understand that Communism can never rule over or defeat anything more than what Marx himself described as the Lumpenproletariat Still, you could have sworn there was currently a ceasefire, but if the report didn’t mention it, then you must be misremembering…

Oops! Your still on the clock! You quickly enter the command to terminate your ARPAnet Connection, so you do not go over on your minutes. Sitting there for a minute, you feel your stomach rumble. You could go for an early breakfast; there are several things that you have planned to get done today.

>Pull together an early breakfast and plan out everything you need to do today.

>Pull together an early breakfast while you consider your preparations for Winter.

>The news on the subcontinent is making you feel patriotic; as a rule, you almost never eat out, but there is a diner that should be opening up soon for breakfast; you could go there and do your American duty to support local businesses.
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>>4414667
>>Pull together an early breakfast while you consider your preparations for Winter.
Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum
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>>4414667
>>Pull together an early breakfast while you consider your preparations for Winter.
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>>4414667
>Pull together an early breakfast while you consider your preparations for Winter.
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>>4414667
>Pull together an early breakfast while you consider your preparations for Winter.
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>>4414741
>>4414715
>>4414699
>>4414671
Alright, consider this closed. This will be the last post before I get some sleep.
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What’s the general technology level here? The year is 2020 yet the solar system is colonized.
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>>4414741
Retro-futurism? Like mechs and laser cannons but no computers or mobile phones?
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>>4414860
Weird esthetic but I can get into it.
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Well, you are feeling patriotic, over the good news from India, but you still are not feeling patriotic enough to actually go out and spend money for a meal, when you can make one on your own. Part of the appeal of the diner is the potential for meeting people from the town, but you have both a formal and an informal job to get you out of the house and meet people; so if you can socialize while making money, there is no immediately apparent reason for your to socialize while spending money. Hash browns, sausages and duck eggs sound really good right now; and maybe a mug of cocoa like you were thinking about earlier. Flicking on the lights as you enter into the kitchen, you notice a clock for the first time. It is already 4:42 am! You would need to be up in less than an hour anyway.

The cooking goes quickly and shortly after 5:00am, you are ready to start eating. Now, it is not every year that the First Frost happens on the same day as the First Snow, so it would make sense to consider preparations for Winter. Let’s see; you have an oil furnace in the basement that you augment with a traditional woodstove in the living room on the first floor and the bedroom on the second floor. You use the woodstoves to keep the house warm enough, so the oil heater doesn’t need to turn on, so that you can stretch the oil as long as possible; basically you keep enough wood on hand to heat the place entire with wood, using the oil as an emergency backup. To that end, you have seven cords of wood on hand, which calculates out to be 896 cubic feet; that should be enough to get you through. You don't know how much oil you have on hand currently, but whatever, you'll call it in soon to top it off.

Then the animals; you feed scraps to Dander and Hay to Boadicea. The geese and ducks have pellets and grain, and all of them will augment anything you feed them with grazing in a pasture; and in the case of your boar and cow, both will graze even if there is snow on the grass. You have a good supply going; definitely not enough to get through the entire winter, but you are not going to run out any time soon; so you don't need to worry about that, either.
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>>4414888
One of the more important things to prepare for is the lack of opportunity in winter; most people who live around Mooseleg Lake do so seasonally, with most coming in after the start of schools summer vacation, and then leaving before it ends; and while there are those without school age children who arrive earlier and stay later, they have filtered out back home by now. You collect scrap and salvage, clean out properties and do other odd jobs; but with most of the population packed up and gone, that work becomes kind of scarce. Your other job (and what mom insists on calling your real job) is an animal control officer. But again, with less people around, there are less calls and complaints; and as you are a contractor, paid a flat fee for resolving calls, things can get kind of tight. You are fairly certain that you will have enough opportunity to make money to last through the winter, and even if things get tight, you do have some money stashed away. Figuratively and physically.

...

Well, things could certainly be better, but you were able to make it through the last two winters smoothly, and the one before that was your first year in the house here, and you were still figuring things out, so some hiccups are to be expected. You should be all set for this one, no problem! ...Right?

>Sure, sure, sure … (continue with the day normally)

>Well, actually … (roll 3 1d20; if the sum of the three rolls is higher than 36, than you have convinced yourself to really laager it up for Winter, and will fill the oil tank, buy additional feed, and look for some additional opportunities around the town. For this roll, considering that I am going to bed, I will allow voting and rolling simultaneously, but typically, I will only accept rolls after the vote is closed)
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>>4414846
>>4414860
>>4414867
There is a formal name for the aesthetic, 'dieselpunk' but I'm not going to lie, I cringe a bit at anything labeled 'punk', so I avoid the name.

As far as general technology level, >>4414860 hits the nail on the head. The background to the Quest is that the Space Race never ended; but most of the technological developments born out of it are being kept under lock and key by the government, with very few making it out to the public.In the United States, companies that would otherwise be developing a technology (example IBM for consumer grade computers) have been contracted out to work exclusively for the government, developing military applications of that technology.

Also, the Soviet Union is still kicking, though they did lose some members of the Warsaw pact. Importantly enough, China and the Soviet Union are still allies.
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Rolled 4, 10, 5 = 19 (3d10)

>>4414889
>>Well, actually … (roll 3 1d20; if the sum of the three rolls is higher than 36, than you have convinced yourself to really laager it up for Winter, and will fill the oil tank, buy additional feed, and look for some additional opportunities around the town. For this roll, considering that I am going to bed, I will allow voting and rolling simultaneously, but typically, I will only accept rolls after the vote is closed)
Here is to hope
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Rolled 12, 12, 10 = 34 (3d20)

>>4414889
I used the wrong dice xD
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Rolled 8, 5, 17 = 30 (3d20)

>>4414889
>Well, actually …
were the dice one per anon or best of three?
if the former then we can use the first one of each to not roll again
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Rolled 12, 13, 10 = 35 (3d20)

>>4414889
>Well, actually
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Rolled 1, 9, 2 = 12 (3d20)

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>>4415169
>>4414923
>>4414919
Well, I suppose I should have specified, but I intended for one anon to roll 1d20 each; and I don't do best of three. My fault, I'll make a point of making things much clearer in the future. So, of the valid rolls; we have 12,8 and 12, which sums to 32. Our character was not able to overcome their overly frugal nature and take preparations adequate for the long grueling Winter that is coming. However, because I wasn't clear here on the rolls, and you all were in striking distance of passing, I will allow you to vote for one of the three categories that our character will adequately prepare for today.

Do you make additional preparations in...

>Heat and Fuel: As it currently stands, your character does not have enough wood or oil to make it through the impeding Winter. If you select this option, they will acquire two more cords of wood, and completely refill their oil tank. They will also buy materials to re-insulate the house; though they won't have enough time to install them today, they will be on hand and an option for a future project.

>Animals Care and Feed: As it currently stands, your character does not have enough feed and medicine for his animals to make it through the impending Winter. If you select this option, they will acquire feed and medicine for their animals. They will also buy a heater lamp and incubator to improve the hatch rates of your geese and ducks.

>Opportunity: While having work during the apocalypse does not sound like a typical concern, this is more a question of your characters knowledge of salvage or scraping opportunities in his area. When the Winter hits, everyone is going to immediately try to fend for themselves; so after today, your character will not be able to find all of these opportunities. By choosing this option, your character will have a deal of options for salvaging and gleaning right from the start.
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>>4415207
>Opportunity

This would basically mean knowing abandoned properties and such that have still something worth in them, right? Does it also include knowledge about our neighbors and surroundings, since by looking for work we are kinda getting to know them? I don´t think you will let us be the survivor that saves everyone, but knowing the lay of the land and who is who might actually help us do those harsh decisions from a more informed position.

I would be interested on this, since wasting time exploring seems like a fool´s errand. Alos in the things we already have on our house (axe, matches) and nearby surroundings (is there a forest with good firewood? how far are we from the nearest village?)
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>>4415207
>Animals Care and Feed
I'm split between this and the third option, but since it will probably be really difficult to get access to medicine after shit hits the fan I'll vote for this. Anything that vets might leave behind will probably be scavenged as backup for humans pretty quickly and if all our animals die from something it will be bad.
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>>4415207
>Heat and Fuel: As it currently stands, your character does not have enough wood or oil to make it through the impeding Winter. If you select this option, they will acquire two more cords of wood, and completely refill their oil tank. They will also buy materials to re-insulate the house; though they won't have enough time to install them today, they will be on hand and an option for a future project.

if we freeze to death everything else is worth shit
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>>4415264
>This would basically mean knowing abandoned properties and such that have still something worth in them, right?
Correct.
> Does it also include knowledge about our neighbors and surroundings, since by looking for work we are kinda getting to know them?
Also correct.
As far as woods and woodsman tools are concerned, you are all set on that regard; just know that burning wood that hasn't been kiln dried or given appropriate time to season could eventually lead to dangerous creosote build ups. Getting your chimney swept during the apocalypse is probably going to be a tall order. I'm not going to make you roll for every time you use green wood (or even standing dead wood that hasn't dried properly); but it is something that might happen eventually, if you were to feed your stoves exclusively green (or at least undried) wood for a prolonged period of time.

As far as your distance to the nearest village, Debouch, Maine, you are an 10 minute drive to the village center, or alternatively almost an hour of walking away (in optimal conditions).

>>4415272
>>4415264
>>4415277
Well, you know you have done a good job as a QM making all of the options sound equally attractive when you have a three-way tie. I'm going to eat lunch, and if there isn't a tie breaker, I will roll for it myself.
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>>4415310
Not really going to change my vote. We have enoughh firewood for now and could probably get more from the woods.
Besides, it seems it would already give us a rapport with nearby survivors and that means getting new cool skills (we could get a vet for our animals), getting more info about the situation and having more people to loot/keep guard of our house
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Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>4415324
Oh, I wasn't expect you to change, I just wanted to answer your questions.

>>4415264 roll of 1
>>4415272 roll of 2
>>4415277 roll of 3
So consider this vote closed, and I will roll for it.
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>>4415406
Alright; you'll make a point of picking up adequate feed and seed for your animals. Insert your own sneed jokes here.
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You don’t know exactly what it is, but you have a vague feeling of unease about the future; perhaps brought on by the abrupt arrival of the First Snow, whose appearance was made all the more startling given the absence of the First Frost. You still have plenty of time, but maybe, because you are thinking about it, you will squeeze in a trip to Prague Farmers Union to stock up for the animals.

Still sitting in your kitchen, you are able to hear your alarm go off upstairs; it is time to get up. You head upstairs quickly, to get properly dressed, and once you are ready, you head on out to the paddocks for the second time today. You put down the feed for the geese and top off their drinker and then unlatch their hutch. One gander is on the other side of the door as you open it up for the day, and looks at you inquisitively; but does not venture outside yet. Fine by you, they will head out when they are of a mind to head out. Similar scene plays out for your ducks when you put down the feed, fill their drinker and then dump and refill their wading tub. Boadicea is really easy to care for, all you need to do is let her out into her pasture, and make sure that her water tray has not frozen solid. She is a heifer; a young cow who has not yet given birth, and as such, is not lactating; though that is for the best, considering you don’t have all of the equipment on hand for milk production quite yet. She is due in less than a month.

Finally, you let out Dander, your boar. For an intact male, he is very tractable and has an excellent build, both in terms of bone structure and fat distribution. Considering that he was already old enough for any boar taint to have already set into his meat, that you had never castrated anything before, much less a quarter-ton animal, and that he’d make a decent enough sire, you decided to breed him, instead of turning the boar into a bar, and then later into pork chops. You will need to keep your eyes open for a sow though.
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>>4415475
With the animals having received their morning feeding; it is now time for you to head out. Prague Farmer’s Union will not be open for a while, but you have three opportunities that you can pick from right now.

>Coach Riggins put an add out for someone to repair the schools pitching machine. You would assume that this would be a more involved job, considering that if it were easy, they would just get the janitor to fix it up. But now that you think about it, isn’t it kind of strange that a small consolidated school like ours has a pitching machine? (Head to the school; meet Coach Riggins and possibly others, successful completion provides favor with Coach Riggins (possibly others) and 250 dollars.)

>There was an add put out for someone to haul off what is described only as ‘an old sailboat’ off of a campground property for the owner. Sounds like a customer must have abandoned it there and they want it gone. Simple enough, though depending on the condition of the sailboat, you might have a hard time doing anything with it. (Head to Happy Hunting Grounds Lakeside Cabins, successful completion provides ‘an old sailboat’)

>You have an actual 'cleanout' job scheduled for today. If you start it early, you will finish it earlier, and have more time later in the day when more things around town are open. You do not have many specifics on the job, except the address and that you were recommended to this client by Mr. Parasol, which would imply that whoever this client is, they have enough money to be in the same circles as Parasol. (Head to the Old Morrison Farmhouse, successful completion provides favor with the unknown (wealthy?) owner, unknown (valuable?) salvage and 500 dollars)
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>>4415479
I am an absolute mongoloid. 'ad' not "add'
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>>4415479
>You have an actual 'cleanout' job scheduled for today. If you start it early, you will finish it earlier, and have more time later in the day when more things around town are open. You do not have many specifics on the job, except the address and that you were recommended to this client by Mr. Parasol, which would imply that whoever this client is, they have enough money to be in the same circles as Parasol. (Head to the Old Morrison Farmhouse, successful completion provides favor with the unknown (wealthy?) owner, unknown (valuable?) salvage and 500 dollars)
Sounds like a prepper, maybe even a corporate evac site
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>>4415479
>You have an actual 'cleanout' job scheduled for today. If you start it early, you will finish it earlier, and have more time later in the day when more things around town are open. You do not have many specifics on the job, except the address and that you were recommended to this client by Mr. Parasol, which would imply that whoever this client is, they have enough money to be in the same circles as Parasol. (Head to the Old Morrison Farmhouse, successful completion provides favor with the unknown (wealthy?) owner, unknown (valuable?) salvage and 500 dollars)
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>>4415526
>>4415498
Alright, it has been nearly an hour and with those two votes, I will consider this one closed. I am going to grab dinner, and then when I get back, I'll get to writing.
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>>4415479
>There was an add put out for someone to haul off what is described only as ‘an old sailboat’ off of a campground property for the owner. Sounds like a customer must have abandoned it there and they want it gone. Simple enough, though depending on the condition of the sailboat, you might have a hard time doing anything with it. (Head to Happy Hunting Grounds Lakeside Cabins, successful completion provides ‘an old sailboat’)
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All you know about this job is that it is at the old Morison farm. When you move here, three years ago now, you had looked at the place, but determined that it was well outside of your price point. It had been occupied by the Morrison family since they had purchased the property in the 1930’s; the eldest living child of the last Morrison to work the property had maintained it while looking for a buyer; considering that your client was named Hebert instead of Morrison, you can only assume that the property had finally been sold. You had been called there to clean out the place; considering the scale of the operation, this Hebert had (without prompting) offered to pay you on top of it all. Considering the potential salvage involved in cleaning out a farm; you would have been willing to pay him 500 dollars to get exclusive access to the estate.

It is still early though; and you were scheduled to start work at 8:00am. You aren’t sure if you should just show up and start picking through the place, but if you try to get in touch with him, it might take some time to hear back, he might saw ‘no, wait until you were scheduled’, or even worse, he might say, ‘no, forget it’. How do you want to handle this little potential hiccup here?

>He is not expecting a call, he might not even return the call, but you do not think you should simply show up, even though you had been formally invited. Call, and wait for further instructions, even if that means spending time waiting around your phone.

>He invited you to the property, he told you where the keys to the gate are, he said if he was late that it was fine to start without him. So, by extrapolation, it should be fine to start without him, because there really is not a practical difference between you being early and him being late, is there?

>You don’t want to wear out your welcome before you even put your foot through the door; likewise, you also don’t want to sit around and wait if he doesn’t get back to you. Why don’t you try taking a crack at that sailboat instead? By the time you are done with that, you will still be able to arrive early to the Morrison farm, just not, egregiously early.

I actually need to run out and take care of something; not a major problem but I figured a slightly redundant vote that would allow you to position our character to more effectively spend their time on the last 'normal' day would be better than a lapse of two hours or so between posts. Apologies.
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>>4415637
>He invited you to the property, he told you where the keys to the gate are, he said if he was late that it was fine to start without him. So, by extrapolation, it should be fine to start without him, because there really is not a practical difference between you being early and him being late, is there?
I don’t mind this, gives a little bit of an insight in to the MC (who we know little about)
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Alright, I am back, I have eaten, so we can move things along right now. We will immediately head to the property. Closed and writing!
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>>4415819
neat premise for a quest op, considering most people always go for the more outlandish apocalypse scenarios. I'm interested in seeing where this quest goes.
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Think about it; this guy has already invited you to the property, he has told you where the key is to the gate, and he has said that he might be late and that it would be perfectly fine to start without him. By extrapolating that logic, it should be fine to head to the property right now and start without him, as there is no practical difference between you being early and him being late, is there? You would have left that answer for the ethicists, but the House Un-American Activities Committee found that the profession was full of subversives and fifth columnists and officially censured all working ethicists; since then, they have been rarer than hen’s teeth, though even before the censure, they seemed to be a more prevalent in ‘cosmopolitan’ climes, which Maine is most decidedly not.

You grab a toolbox you have kitted out for salvage and ‘cleanout’ work like this, and shrug into your shoulder holster. While the second amendment is an American right, and Maine is a constitutional carry state on top of that, surprisingly few people carry (at least openly) around here; though you’d suppose that many are either tourists from away, or don’t want to spook tourists by doing so. Peh!

Regardless, your job as an animal control officer is also reason enough to carry, especially when you consider that the Sheriff’s Office, who you receive dispatches through, have deputized you to work for them in an emergency, in two separate occasions. First time was to search for a missing child and the second time was to search for an escaped prisoner from the Consolidated Somerset-Piscataquis Jail; both of those briefs stints as a ‘lawman’ had been really exciting, and as fleeting as it may have been, you felt a real sense of comradery and brotherhood during those hectic scrambles; perhaps for the first time in your relatively solitary life. While your relationship with the law may be complicated, and the situations that would call for you deputized again would be dangerous or tragic (or both) you had been hoping for a third time out, and made a point of carrying diligently so that you wouldn’t miss out.

You throw a buffalo plaid button-down on, and toolbox in hand, you head out into the dooryard, locking the door behind you, and craning your neck to see if the animals are doing alright. When those that you can see look like they are doing just fine, you move towards the garage. The sun still has not risen, but there is enough light to see in; and if something changes, there is a flashlight in the trucks. For a job like this, you will use your farm truck and bring along your boxed-in beaver trailer. You have a smaller truck which you use as a commuter vehicle, considering that it is in better condition and gets better mileage; but for a job like this, you need to bring out your ‘heavy’. This isn't just a 'cleanout' this is a farm 'cleanout'.
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>>4415931
You hook it up, and head on out, reflecting as you pull out of your driveway that you have about a full tank of gas in this one. Driving as you always do, with the radio off, and both of the windows cracked, so you can listen to the engine and your surroundings, you pull off of your dirt driveway and onto the dirt road. The land all around hear was pasture once, and you can still see the carefully stacked rock walls, but the forest has since reclaimed these lands with scrub, poplar and pine. Here and there, you could see hardwoods beginning to come in, indicating that the land was starting to transition out of the first stages of a ‘new growth’ forest.

Apparently, this land was intended to be parceled out and developed, but whatever development there was stalled; maybe they realized that the only valuable land was around the lake, or maybe they wanted to build more units then the land was zoned for; but ultimately, nothing happened came of it. You had been able to buy the farmhouse and a small parcel, but there is no way that you could afford all of the land that used to be the Lasky Family Farm. Maybe, if you were lucky, you’d be able to buy a couple of parcels before the developer changed their minds and shat out some modular monstrosities on them, but getting all of them back to work as farm land would be a pipe dream. A pleasant pipe dream though…

Several minutes of uninterrupted driving pass. You have been on paved roads now for a bit, and you are passing the first speed limit sign, with an under-slung ‘radar enforced’ placard underneath. It is strange, considering how much you enjoyed being deputized by the Sheriff, how strained your relationship with the law is. You reflect on how…
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>>4415935

(An important note; this is a character vote, as opposed to a narrative vote. That means that this vote will help flesh out the character’s background; and in doing so, shape the narrative votes that will be available to you in the future. For example, if players choose ‘violent’ inclinations for character votes, then more ‘violent’ choices will be available later in narrative votes throughout the quest, and less non-violent choices)

>(Rhetorical Inclination) You have always had philosophical issues with certain aspects of the law.

>(Salvage/Lacenous Inclination) You might be an undiagnosed kleptomaniac; or you might just be a junk-thief, either way, the law is not your friend, by any stretch of the imagination.

>(Larcenous Inclination) You were able to afford your home here because you were a self-taught safe-cracker. Things got messy, so you moved back home to Maine. It has been three years, and you still do not know if you made a clean break...

>(Observant/Violent Inclination) You killed a man in the heat of an argument, with the exact gun that you are carrying right now. It was a stupid mistake, he was getting physical, he pulled back, you thought there was something in his hand…

>(Scheming/Violent Inclination) You killed a man in cold blood, purely for personal gain. He wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t doing anything wrong, or at least anything wrong to you. That’s how a college dropout was able to get afford a house like yours.
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>>4415949
>>(Larcenous Inclination) You were able to afford your home here because you were a self-taught safe-cracker. Things got messy, so you moved back home to Maine. It has been three years, and you still do not know if you made a clean break...

might as well go for the modest route to begin with.
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>>4415949
>(Salvage/Lacenous Inclination) You might be an undiagnosed kleptomaniac; or you might just be a junk-thief, either way, the law is not your friend, by any stretch of the imagination.
Mmm petty thievery
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>>4415949
>(Rhetorical Inclination) You have always had philosophical issues with certain aspects of the law.
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>>4416020
>>4416003
>>4415977
Hmm. Well, I'll wait for a tie breaker, but be warned, I might fall asleep.
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>>4416045
yeah /qst/ is a slow board at the best of times but it really dies around this time of night so you may have to wait a while.
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>>4416045
If it goes down to a tiebreaking roll I'll switch my vote to >>4415977
Better full thievery than no thievery.
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>>4416051
Well, it is 12:14 am right now, where I am. If there isn't another vote in by 1:00am, I will consider your vote switched, and then start writing; that post will include the overnight vote.
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>>4416020
>(Rhetorical Inclination) You have always had philosophical issues with certain aspects of the law.

>>4416045
Just saw your quest op. Looks cool so far and looking forward to more of it.
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>>4416068
Ah! Good, and I'm still up. Alright, I will get to writing.
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>>4415977
+1

Way I read it the other option would just make us some edgelord who didn't commit any crimes but writes ACAB on walls
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>>4415949
>(Observant/Violent Inclination) You killed a man in the heat of an argument, with the exact gun that you are carrying right now. It was a stupid mistake, he was getting physical, he pulled back, you thought there was something in his hand…
If the vote’s still open, I think this puts us into a good frame of mind for the Apocalypse
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Whoops! I'm sorry guys, I just realized that my post >>4416080 never specified that I closed the vote. My mistake, I'll make sure I make a point of doing that in the future. And as to your concerns in >>4416124; don't worry, our character will now be given more prompts to attempt to persuade others or logic their way through problems. Though admittedly, they might also run the risk of getting their head stuck in their ass sometimes, getting caught up in autistic quibbles, as you will see...

>(Rhetorical Inclination; you are more likely to see options to logic and persuade your way out of issues and conflicts)

It is not that you have made a habit of breaking the law; rather it is your issue is largely a philosophical one. As you drive to your job, you consider the phrase; ‘Law and Order’. You find it incredibly disingenuous; it should be ‘Law and Control’, at least in your estimation. The specific issue is one of semantics, but the deliberate misrepresentation doesn’t end there, and in a field where word choice has the power to save or ruin lives, like the law does, it seems to you to be a cardinal sin completely overlooked by otherwise diligent members of society.

In the aforementioned phrase, ‘Law’ describes the means and ‘Order’ describes the result; enforcing or following the rules that have been codified into the law produces a state of order, and from that order will arise peace and prosperity. Except that is an intentionally skewed view of what is happening. The state that the law brings about is one of ‘control’, not ‘order’. The difference between the two is that control is exclusive and mandatory. Order, on the other hand, is non-exclusive and elective.

Just try opting out of the law and see where that- Ack! You just nearly missed your turn. You will hold off on the internal monologues of the facts and logic for now and focus on the driving.

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>>4416177
just as I feared we turned this guy into a Fedora-tipper
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Several minutes later, you pull off of the street and into the poorly maintained driveway through the dooryard of the Old Morrison farm. The sun is still not up yet, but what snow had fallen has already melted away. In the light of your truck’s headlamps, you can see a quite a bit of morning fog, a typical sight over damp hayfields. The actual farmhouse is set further back on the property, you can see the roof poking out over the tree line, all of the buildings seem to be built on top of a small promontory, overlooking the fields. You follow the drive until you reach the gate, already the main road has disappeared behind the scrub and brush growing on the promontory, where it is to steep to mow. Boy, this is a lot of fog! Must be coming in off of the lake. You consult a mental map of the area in the head, and find that you are, as you expected, practically within a stones throw of Mooseleg Lake. If the property line on the farm here goes far back enough, it might even have an easement to the lake itself. Ah, but this isn't for you. Only the trash.

The gate key was supposed to be on the left support of the gate itself; and there you find it, sitting in plain view. On a ring, with about two dozen other keys, several of which look like house keys. You blink, in more than a little bit of shock. Does the customer want you to clean out the farmhouse as well? You do not have anything written down, so you try to recall the entire conversation as best you can. You talked about the number of outbuildings, he mentioned that there was ‘junk’ everywhere, which could mean anything from unwanted but perfectly functioning and salable equipment to literal trash, mentioned that he was going to be in around 8:00 am, but that he frequently runs late (it is about 5:20am right now). Mentioned that his family might be by later in the day as well, but no, nothing about cleaning out the farmhouse as well, just the surrounding areas.

Does this mean he wants you do clean the house out too? No, he would have said that, been explicit about it. Huh. You look at the keys on the ring, there is one bigger one, that had been painted white, not from the factory, like someone took a can of paint out and dunked the thing in there; the slapdash paintjob has worn off, presumably through quite a bit of use. If you had to guess, this was the house key to the Old Morrison farm. There is something awfully tempting about the idea of just poking around inside…
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>>4416185
>(Honest inclination) But there is no reason to do that. You have already twisted your invitation to arrive early to suit yourself, inappropriate perhaps, yet forgivable. But the presence of other keys on the key ring here is not an invitation to go snooping (or swiping) through the Morrison's farmhouse, that would be trespassing, no worming out of it. And after all your talk about the hypocrisy of the language surrounding law too. (Will remain in the dooryard regardless to the value of the junk available)

>(Pragmatic inclination) But you will wait to see if there is anything in the dooryard worth prioritizing first before you make any decisions about going into the house. If there is stuff outside worth your time, then there is no need to risk the job and your reputation by prowling through the house. If it is just heaps of garbage, then maybe it will make sense to take some risks here. (Will defer decision to go into the house and look around until you have determined the worth of the salvage scatter throughout the dooryard.

>(Larcenous Inclination) And this is just as much of an invitation to work the house as you had to arrive early, any way that you slice it. If you are going to get in serious trouble for showing up early, then you might as well double down, right? He isn’t going to be here for hours, you can be through the place in a matter of minutes. But if you wait, and he shows up and realizes his mistake, you might never see the inside of the place. The last Morrison was a bit eccentric, who knows what the hell he has sitting around. The ‘junk’ outside can wait, but if you want to get inside, you are on a deadline here. (Will head immediately into the house, without regard to the value of what is outside)
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>>4416182
Heh, don't worry. Nothing that I've put up so far is completely useless. Trying to talk things out, or work things out instead of just trying to take charge or brute force your way through is a valid play style, especially if society is broken down to the point where there is nothing stopping angry parties from simply killing each other if they are so inclined.

Alright, I'm going to go to bed now. I know this is a bit of a 'slow burn', but I wanted to establish some important people and places around you, (as well as the mechanics) instead of simply dropping you in the middle of the action, as tempting as that might be. Things will pick up soon, I promise. Thanks to everyone who is along for the ride, and I will see you all tomorrow, which is already today!
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>>4416187
>(Larcenous Inclination) And this is just as much of an invitation to work the house as you had to arrive early, any way that you slice it. If you are going to get in serious trouble for showing up early, then you might as well double down, right? He isn’t going to be here for hours, you can be through the place in a matter of minutes. But if you wait, and he shows up and realizes his mistake, you might never see the inside of the place. The last Morrison was a bit eccentric, who knows what the hell he has sitting around. The ‘junk’ outside can wait, but if you want to get inside, you are on a deadline here. (Will head immediately into the house, without regard to the value of what is outside)
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>>4416187
>(Pragmatic inclination) But you will wait to see if there is anything in the dooryard worth prioritizing first before you make any decisions about going into the house. If there is stuff outside worth your time, then there is no need to risk the job and your reputation by prowling through the house. If it is just heaps of garbage, then maybe it will make sense to take some risks here. (Will defer decision to go into the house and look around until you have determined the worth of the salvage scatter throughout the dooryard.
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>>4416187
>>(Honest inclination) But there is no reason to do that. You have already twisted your invitation to arrive early to suit yourself, inappropriate perhaps, yet forgivable. But the presence of other keys on the key ring here is not an invitation to go snooping (or swiping) through the Morrison's farmhouse, that would be trespassing, no worming out of it. And after all your talk about the hypocrisy of the language surrounding law too. (Will remain in the dooryard regardless to the value of the junk available)

Since this is kinda of an establishing character moment, I would rather we try play it honest, considering this is going to also establish our reputation with the community. Also, one of the main points of doing this was getting a favor from these guys, and breaking and entering defeats that. Also from a roleplaying perspective, our character does not know this is the last sane day he is going to enjoy. Makes sense to start from a high place and then start rolling down the slippery slope of morality as things get rougher and rougher

Since we have intellectual pursuits, we could ask him to gift us the books inside the farmhouse, if they are still in good condition.
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>>(Honest inclination) But there is no reason to do that. You have already twisted your invitation to arrive early to suit yourself, inappropriate perhaps, yet forgivable. But the presence of other keys on the key ring here is not an invitation to go snooping (or swiping) through the Morrison's farmhouse, that would be trespassing, no worming out of it. And after all your talk about the hypocrisy of the language surrounding law too. (Will remain in the dooryard regardless to the value of the junk available)

was gonna go pragmatic but fuck it you make a good argument lets see how this ride goes
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>>4416187
>(Honest inclination) But there is no reason to do that. You have already twisted your invitation to arrive early to suit yourself, inappropriate perhaps, yet forgivable. But the presence of other keys on the key ring here is not an invitation to go snooping (or swiping) through the Morrison's farmhouse, that would be trespassing, no worming out of it. And after all your talk about the hypocrisy of the language surrounding law too. (Will remain in the dooryard regardless to the value of the junk available)
Moral relativism aside, I think we could be a good boy for once before things go to hell. Btw what pistol do we have? And is it the only weapon we have?
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>>4416187
>(Pragmatic inclination) But you will wait to see if there is anything in the dooryard worth prioritizing first before you make any decisions about going into the house. If there is stuff outside worth your time, then there is no need to risk the job and your reputation by prowling through the house. If it is just heaps of garbage, then maybe it will make sense to take some risks here. (Will defer decision to go into the house and look around until you have determined the worth of the salvage scatter throughout the dooryard.
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>>4416187
>(Honest inclination) But there is no reason to do that. You have already twisted your invitation to arrive early to suit yourself, inappropriate perhaps, yet forgivable. But the presence of other keys on the key ring here is not an invitation to go snooping (or swiping) through the Morrison's farmhouse, that would be trespassing, no worming out of it. And after all your talk about the hypocrisy of the language surrounding law too. (Will remain in the dooryard regardless to the value of the junk available)
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>>4416228 1 for Larceny
>>4416237 1 for Pragmatic
>>4416249 1 for Honesty
>>4416263 2 for Honesty
>>4416430 3 for Honesty
>>4416496 2 for Pragmatic
>>4416498 4 for Honesty

Alright, I am up. I am going to do some quick chores around the house and then I will get to writing! Consider this vote closed for behaving 'honestly'.
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Alright, I am ready to run. I will need the following rolls of the dice:

1d50 will determine the danger present in the dooryard.
1d6 will determine how many separate caches (each having separate potential to 'pay out' scrap) are present in the dooryard
1d20 will determine the presence of incidental scrap, not belonging to a cache
1d20 again will determine the general condition of dooryard.
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Rolled 31 (1d50)

>>4416866
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4416866
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>>4416867
At >10, there is no immediate danger present in the door yard itself, though there could still be something in one of the caches.

>>4416876
Wow! A great start; six caches present means six chances at some really great loot!
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>>4416885
Qm, could our computer scan/print books?
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>4416866
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>>4416891
Print, yes. Scan, no, that technology doesn't exist yet, either on the market or held by the government.
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4416905
General condition roll
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>>4416918 Dooryard is Safe (>10)
>>4416900 6 caches present in dooryard
>>4416876 a few useful odds and ends present
>>4416867 Dooryard is clean of trash, debris and fallout (obviously)

Alright! A really strong start here. I'll get to writing up the scene.
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You sigh deeply. As tempting as it would be to look around here, your early arrival is already stretching the bounds of propriety. Hopefully, you will have enough to go through in the dooryard. You unlock the padlock and return the keys to where you found them. Jumping back in you truck, you continue your way to the top of this little promontory. Through the scrub, you can see the farmhouse more and more clearly, as well as what appears to be an outbuilding, perhaps a small pole barn; and when you round the last turn and pull in, you are able to see the condition of the dooryard properly. There are three outbuildings and a carport, as well as two clusters of what appears to be some sort of heavy equipment; you cannot tell for sure though, considering that the entirety of the dooryard is overgrown in scrub and prickly weeds.

As much of a pain as going through this area will be, the presence of what looks to be heavy equipment, and the completely absence of trash or otherwise dangerous debris is promising. Not to mention that the outbuildings seemed to still be shuttered, which means that there might still be stuff in them. This job is shaping up to be much more involved than you had thought; but you have a good feeling about it.

+2 to rolls as the Dooryard is completely clear of trash or debris
+1 to rolls as the Dooryard is safe

Could three anons please roll 1d20+3, for the first hour of work here? 1-5 is a failure. 6-15 is a success. 16-20 is a double success. 21+ is triple success. Progress starts at 0/?, and with subsequent successes, how much work remains to clear the way to the caches (and collect any incidental scrap present) will become clear. As there isn’t any danger present, failure will just meant that progress is undone.

This is the system (or at least an early version of it) that we will use when out in the world salvaging after everything goes belly-up.
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Rolled 15 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>4417005
Here goes
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Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>4417005
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Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>4417005
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>>4417017
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>>4417017
>>4417010
>>4417007
Alright! We were able to avoid any unpleasantness, and we managed to get a triple success!

>Roll of 15, with +3 worth of bonuses yields net of 18. Double Success! (2/?)
The first thing that you will need to do is to clear your way through the brush and scrub here, so that you can access the entire door yard. This is why you keep a pair of heavy gardener's gloves and machete in your scrapper kit; this isn't the first time that you have had to do some impromptu landscaping to get a job started, and it probably will not be the last. You pull on the gloves, take off your buffalo plaid button down and start hacking your way through all of this. You make good time to start, and as an added bonus, your livestock will happily eat some of the weeds growing here. (+25 pounds of green feed)

>Roll of 3, with +3 worth of bonuses yields net of 6. Single Success (3/12?)
Well, you were hoping that you would physically and metaphorically get into the swing of things here, but as you got rid of the smaller stuff, you find yourself slowing down to deal with the bigger, thornier specimens that are choking the dooryard here. However, you have an idea of how much it will take to clear this place, and ever better, you found a small shrink-wrapped tray of name brand chainsaw oil; 48 ‘singles’; bottles containing 2.6 oz of chainsaw oil, enough to top off a tank for about two months of light work. Water has gotten under the shrink-wrap, but the seals on the bottles still look sound. For there to be this much oil sitting around, odds are that there must be chainsaws, big workhorse chainsaws kicking around somewhere on the property. (+Chainsaw oil, +Site Knowledge (Chainsaws))

Roll of 20, with +3 worth of bonuses yields net of 23. Triple Success! (6/12?)
With the prospect of finding some chainsaws putting wind in your sails, you hack through the remaining bigger prickly brush in this area, and once again make great time. The stuff that you are plowing through will also make decent treats for your livestock as well, though you don’t want to take a truck and trailer load back of weeds, so you might hold off after this. It is at this point where you make the best find yet, an opened pail of hydraulic fluid. This settles it; there were tractors here, recently, judging by the dates stamped on the bucket. And possibly, they are still here! But it is more than that, hydraulic fluid means that whatever tractors were (are?) here have mounted equipment; indicative of higher quality equipment! It takes several-several seconds to pry the lid off, but you check inside the bucket. As you expected by the weight of the pail, it is nearly empty, and what is left is kind of gritty. You would never use something like this on your equipment! (+25 pounds of green feed, +Site knowledge (Tractors with Hydraulics))
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>>4417134

The first hour here has flown by, and it is already 6:20. Keep at it, and you will have the site cleared for further work in no time! Also, you'll need to make a decision bringing back any more green feed (green feed can spoil, and it can be a vector for vermin or disease if stored improperly, but it is also more nutritious and easier to come by than dry feed). Will you continue to collect green feed for your livestock?

>Yes
>No

Also, can three anons please roll another 1d20+1; should be able to finish clearing the dooryard up soon. Going to prepare an early dinner, so I can stick around for longer during the peak hours on /qst/

(Important note; a cow will eat roughly 30 pounds a day; a pig will eat about 4% of their body weight a day, and as Dander is 500 pounds, he will need to eat around 20 pounds to continue to gain weight. 10 ducks will eat about 7 pounds of food a day, and 10 geese will eat about 8 pounds of food.)
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Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>4417154
Since we go through close to 65 pounds of feed a day (unless we're using significantly less than this due to the cow and boar grazing, in which case I could be very, very wrong) I don't see there being a problem with it spoiling unless we manage to bring back a lot of feed. Unless the feed gets in the way of us fitting more valuable stuff in our truck then I think we should bring it back.
So
>Yes
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Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>4417154
>Yes

I mean, at the moment we only have a tiny bit of green feed. I doubt we could gather enough to last more than a few days and with the cold wave coming spoiling wont be a very pressing issue.
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>>4417154
Shouldnt we add a +3 instead?
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>>4417218
Yes, you should. Jesus.
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>>4417154
>Yes
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>>4417292
The thing didn't roll
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>>4417154
>Yes
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>>4417204 So that is one failure, but in the absence of danger, that just means that progress is undone. As well as a vote to keep stacking on the green feed.
>>4417212 that is one success, and another vote to keep stacking on the green feed.
>>4417307 and more more single success, and a third vote to keep stacking the green feed.

Consider this closed. I'll get to writing it up shortly.
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>Roll of 1, with +3 worth of bonuses yields net of 4. Failure! (5/12?)
Unfortunately, the start of the second hour began with you accidentally spilling the hydraulic fluid you previously opened. You got some on your boots (which was alright, you had pulled this pair out of a trashcan) and the rest went all over the remaining grass and scrub that you had mowed down with your machete. It is frustrating, but you stop what you are doing to make sure that you remove and separate all of the ‘oiled’ plants, down to their roots when you can, and then dig up dirt to dump over the spill. The rough bit of remediation takes a bit, but it would not do to risk burning down your new client’s property; the heat of the exhaust from your truck could conceivably be enough to start a grease fire out here in the dooryard.

>Roll of 8, with +3 worth of bonuses yields net of 11. Success. (6/12?)
Having recovered from this set back, you make a point of being more careful than you had been being. Unfortunately, this has the unintended side effect of slowing your progress down dramatically, at least compared to the first hour. You find several boxes of what some manner of fixtures once, but the elements had got into them; as they sit right now, they are just a mess of rust. You cannot even figure out what their intended use was, let alone of having any hope of using them for their intended use. (+5lb of scrap metal)

>Roll of 4, with +3 worth of bonuses yields net of 7. Success. (7/12?)
You have cleared away more than half of the brush here, and while you are not finding much sitting around out here, that could very well be for the best. The condition that anything left out here in the elements would probably be closer to fixtures. Still, you are making a great deal of headway through what are clearly livestock edible plants, and the with the scrub beaten back, you are able to move much easier through the area. (+50lb green feed, +1 bonus to rolls to reflect the improved access to the site that your cleaning has brought about)

It is now 7:20am; the client said that he would be at the property around 8:00am, but that he might be running late. Even though you only have a bunch of weeds and some odds and ends to show for it (for now) you are making really good progress here; the place is actually beginning to shape up nicely!

Can three anons please roll 1d20+4; to determine how the third hour progresses. Also, can one anon also please roll 1d6 to determine when and how the client shows up? I will only be taking the first one.
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Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>4417518
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Rolled 15 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>4417518
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Rolled 6 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>4417518
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Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>4417518
Client roll.
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>>4417544
>>4417532
>>4417527
>>4417522
Alright, give me a minute, and I will get to writing.
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>Roll of 9, with +4 worth of bonuses yields net of 13. Success. (8/12?)
The sun finally rises for the day and it does so over an almost cleared dooryard. You have cleared a path out to carport of the farmhouse, and in the process cut some more loose green feed. You also find a tub, a claw foot enameled bathtub, no plumbing, just the physical basin by itself, sitting out in the elements. Considering everything that it must have been through, it seems to be in decent enough condition. As it is in the way, you haul it off to your truck, but you will probably have a hard time trying to figure out how to use it. (+25 pounds of green feed, +Claw Foot Bathtub (useable? condition)

> Roll of 15, with +4 worth of bonuses yields net of 19. Double Success! (10/11)
You continue to make headway, and clear pathways to the outbuildings. Though the plants here have not been accommodating, you are just about done. Getting to the two clusters of what appears to be equipment (possibly the tractors that had been evidenced by the hydraulics pail) is really all that remains.

>Roll of 6, with +4 worth of bonuses yields net of 10. Success and Completion! (11/11)
Judging by how long the sun has been up, it must be about 8:00am right now. Your client said that they might be here by 8:00am, so it looks like they got a late start, or otherwise got delayed. Admittedly, you are kind anxious. Odd jobs like this, especially ‘cleanout’ jobs have an unfortunate way of baiting and switching the odd jobber; as the law is almost exclusively on the client’s side. There have been times where you have been told that payment is X and whatever you can get for the stuff your hauling off, but then, as the job nears completion, and something that is obviously valuable crops up, the client decides to alter the terms of the agreement. “Well, no, you can’t have that…”. It is a frustrating reality that you have had to deal with; in this line of work, where deals are made with verbal agreements and handshakes, there are people out there who will fuck you over, not because they are hurting for money, but simply because they can fuck you over. Your frustration at the status quo in this line of work speeds you through the rest of the dooryard, and you clip the machete to your belt as you head over to your truck to take a break. (Dooryard has been cleared; all 6 caches can be accessed at will)

You take several minutes to catch your breath, sitting in the cab of your truck with the driver’s door open. The view of the fields is still obscured by the brush and scrub that still borders the dooryard on the promontory here, but from what you can see through the tangle, the early morning mist over the fields have dissipated. Just as you are about to get back to work, you notice the sound of an engine; it seems that your client is making his arrival.
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>>4417808
After several-several-several seconds, a small black foreign compact makes its way around the bend and parks not even a car length away from your trailer. A couple gets out, a man and woman in their late thirties or early forties, perhaps. The man is smiling broadly, but the woman seems displeased, perhaps with the place. A tale as old as time…

You get out of the truck and head over to introduce yourself, but the man beats you to the punch. “You must be Mr. Mantle. My name is Reaves, Jim Reaves.” You shake his offered hand, and then he gestures at the woman beside him, who now that you are close enough for a good look has elegant features, and what seems to be flawless porcelain skin. “My better half, Rebecca.” The woman, who is looking more and more openly disgusted by the minute, spares a second to look at you, and in doing so, catches sight of your sidearm. Her reaction is hard to explain, it isn’t that she looks scared that an absolute stranger in the middle of nowhere is armed, which admittedly, is a reasonable fear, when one is unarmed. Doubly so when one is unarmed and a woman.

But instead, she looks like she is … offended? No, scandalized is a better word for it. She looks like she is scandalized by being somewhere where 'normal' people carry guns. Her question, a very icy “just why on earth do you need that … thing?” drives the point home. How do you want to answer what is effectively a veiled insult?

>Why bother dignifying this (admittedly beautiful) bitch with any sort of response? Mr. Reaves is the client, just bring him up to speed on the job; odds are she will find something else to bitch about.

>Just say one word: ‘Freedom’. Just that, then ignore her and bring Mr. Reaves up to speed on the job.

>Explain that you have it for personal protection, then start talking to Mr. Reaves before she can derail anything.

>(Rhetorical Inclination) The types who aren’t comfortable around armed citizens generally believe that only officers of the law should carry sidearms. So, if you were to explain that you were an animal control officer, and that you carry this firearm to assist you in your duties, she might accept that.
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>>4417812
>(Rhetorical Inclination) The types who aren’t comfortable around armed citizens generally believe that only officers of the law should carry sidearms. So, if you were to explain that you were an animal control officer, and that you carry this firearm to assist you in your duties, she might accept that.
This seems like the quickest way to get her off of this line of questioning. Would like to just ignore her but I don't know how her husband would react to that.
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>>4417812
>>(Rhetorical Inclination) The types who aren’t comfortable around armed citizens generally believe that only officers of the law should carry sidearms. So, if you were to explain that you were an animal control officer, and that you carry this firearm to assist you in your duties, she might accept that.
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>>4417820
Ditto, maybe bring up that we’re a Part Time Deputy too, it couldn’t hurt unless they’re pinkos
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>>4417825
>>4417821
>>4417820
Consider this vote closed, I'll get to writing.
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>>4417874
Still?
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>>4418168
OP is writing on a salvaged ARPAnet console so it takes time.
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>>4418179
OP must be a hardcore masochist
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>>4418245
>>4418179
>>4418168
OP fell asleep and damn near slept through his alarms. Sorry about that. I'll have the post up soon.
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“Ma’am, I’m the town’s Animal Control officer. I carry, so if I need to, I can … uh, control the animals.” Well, that certainly sounded better in your head, but it seems to have worked. Or at the very least, Rebecca’s attention has returned to the dooryard, and how it apparently displeases her. But before any of you three are able to continue the conversation again, the back doors on the Reaves compact car open up, and a handful of children step out, a teen-aged daughter, and what looks to be a pair of preteen twins, one boy and one girl. Jim spares them a quick glance, but then returns to looking around the dooryard. Rebecca on the other hand, wipes all frustration from her face as she turns to them, and politely instructs them to please be careful around here, that the ‘front yard’ is still be cleaned up.

You suppress a chuckle. ‘Front yard’ indeed. She has probably never even heard the phrase ‘dooryard’ before. Honestly, you are beginning to think that this family is as ‘from away’ as it is possible for a White family to be. But as long as the work is good, you will do your best to refrain from any unkind thoughts. After another moment of silence between the six of you, Jim turns to you. “You’ve really got a strong start going here Mantle. My boss, Mr. Parasol really recommended the right man.” His boss? You did not realize that Parasol employed white-collar people like Mr. Reaves here; far as you knew Parasol just did property management and development, and this man strikes you as higher-grade than some clerk or administrator. You know that it might not be your place to ask, but you are accumulating all of these questions…

Please choose which of the following questions to ask Jim Reaves:
>What exactly do you do for Mr. Parasol?
>What do you intend to do with this property?
>When did you buy the Morrison Farm? Last you knew, it wasn’t even on the market.
>Where are you from?
>Do you want help in clearing the farmhouse as well?
>He isn't paying you to ask questions. Simply return to work.

Please choose which of the following questions to ask Rebecca Reaves:
>Are those your kids?
>Is everything alright? You seem upset.
>Do you have some sort of ‘issue’ with guns?
>As no questions of her, it definitely is not your place.
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>>4418451
>>Do you want help in clearing the farmhouse as well?
More work for us, would be nice
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>Do you want help in clearing the farmhouse as well?
May as well ask
>Ask no questions of her, it definitely is not your place.
don't poke the sleeping bear
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>>4418473
>>4418483
Sorry if I wasn't clear, you can pick multiple questions, if you want.
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>>4418451
>>Is everything alright? You seem upset.
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>>4418451
>What exactly do you do for Mr. Parasol?
>What do you intend to do with this property?
>Do you want help in clearing the farmhouse as well?
May as well get some info.

>As no questions of her, it definitely is not your place.
Let's not risk getting her more upset than she is.
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>>4418451
As more small talk, work during it if we can.

>so where are you from
>whats the plan with the place
>do you nee help in clearing the farmhouse?

>ask no questsions of her
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>>4418492
I feel like my brain should've reaized that, my bad
>Where are you from?
>What exactly do you do for Mr. Parasol?
>Do you want help in clearing the farmhouse as well?
The other ones seem slightly too probing for small talk.
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>>4418508
this
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Alright, let me try to tally votes.

For Jim:
>Do you want help in clearing the farmhouse as well?
Five votes for asking about cleaning the farmhouse.
>What do you intend to do with this property?
Two votes for asking, two votes against. Holding off for now.
>What exactly do you do for Mr. Parasol?
Three votes for asking what he does.
>Where are you from?
Three votes for asking where he is from.

For Rebecca:
>Is everything alright? You seem upset.
One vote for with four votes against. Holding off for now.

Going to get a quick lunch, and then I will write up this scene!
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Well, small talk is not your strong suit. In fact, any 'talk' is not your strong suit,but with the kind of money that these people presumably have, it will probably be worth the effort and the time to try being personable here. “You work for Parasol?” You almost added a 'too' in there, but someone like Reaves here probably would not consider ‘cleaning out’ properties as ‘work’. He nods along absently, and after a second or two replies; “As an architect, he keeps me on retainer.”

You wonder if he is responsible for the designs of the homes that Parasol put up in his developments; some of them looked decent, but most were either sterile or simply unattractive. Still, you cannot imagine that there is enough work from Parasol locally for an architect like him to keep busy, perhaps even in the entire state. For his entire family to be here with him, he must intend to keep this property for personal use; however, the fate of the farmhouse and the farm itself is still unclear. Perhaps when you get a better opportunity, you can ask what exactly what he intends to do with the old Morrison farm.

Well, if that line of questioning is closed off for now, you might as well continue with the small talk. “So where exactly are you coming from?” He simply replies, “the City’. Hmm. You have a feeling that he is not talking about Bangor or Portland, or even Boston for that matter. Probably a New Yorker than. He goes on to add, while still distracted by rubbernecking the dooryard, that he was originally from the Catskills. You have no idea what or where the Catskills are, but you can not figure out a way to ask about them that does not make you sound ignorant, so you drop it.

Having decided to not needle his wife with any questions after the 'blizzard' you got earlier, you get back to business and ask him if he would like you to clear out the interior of the house as well. At that, he looks surprised. “You do interior work as well?” What? Why wouldn’t you do interior work? Has there been some manner of miscommunication here, or is he still distracted by preening over his new farm?
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>>4418718
>(Honest Inclination) Whatever the disconnect here is, it will be in everyone’s interest to have it resolved. Explain what you do, and that how to your understanding, the agreement was for the dooryard, including outbuildings but not the farmhouse, and ask if he wants you to take care of the farmhouse as well.

>Whatever the disconnect here is, it will be in everyone’s interest to have it resolved. Explain what you do, and that how to your understanding, the agreement was for the dooryard but not the farmhouse. Do not mention the outbuildings; you are counting them as part of the dooryard, which is typical for this kind of work, and mentioning them might mean that he tries to take them off the table. Ask him if he wants you to take care of the farmhouse as well.

>You can honestly and simply answer this question with a ‘yes’; there is no need to get into anything more than that; doing so might see this sweet deal here soured with additional constraints and restrictions.

>There seems to be a disconnect somewhere on his end, one that you are in a position to exploit. He clearly has money; why not ask for another 500 to do the house? Like your grandfather always said, you have to pay for your education, don’t ya?
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>>4418720
>Honest inclination

Plus, after clearing things out: "Architect? Do you plan to make something out this fine piece of land?"

Let's get him talking about his job. We can probably help him out with whatever he wants to do with the farm or we could sell him some eggs (Present yourself for further work)
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>>4418720
>(Honest Inclination) Whatever the disconnect here is, it will be in everyone’s interest to have it resolved. Explain what you do, and that how to your understanding, the agreement was for the dooryard, including outbuildings but not the farmhouse, and ask if he wants you to take care of the farmhouse as well.
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>>4418720
>(Honest Inclination) Whatever the disconnect here is, it will be in everyone’s interest to have it resolved. Explain what you do, and that how to your understanding, the agreement was for the dooryard, including outbuildings but not the farmhouse, and ask if he wants you to take care of the farmhouse as well.
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>>4418718
>>4418743
Support generally a good idea to make connections.
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>>4418823
>>4418814
>>4418770
>>4418743
Alright, consider this closed. I am going to go pull together dinner, and then I will have the next post up.
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You look at the man for a moment. Since he got out of the car, he has been acting kind of strange; is he under the influence of something? No, there do not seem to be any other signs. Maybe he is just some sort of airhead? Like a male bimbo? Well, no, that does not make sense either, Mr. Parasol would never have kept him around if he wasn’t worth carrying. Now that you think about it, is it normal for architects to be hired on retainer? You know that Parasol has his own way of doing things, but you are not sure what the sense of it is. Maybe he is simply absent-minded; or maybe he has other things on his mind. Whatever is going on, you should clear the air here, before doing anything else.

You take a minute to explain how you run ‘cleaning’ jobs; you clear the specified area of the property of any trash, debris or if present saleable goods or scrap-able objects. If it is nailed, screwed or bolted down it stays, but anything else goes. You do not mess with hazmat stuff, but you generally make a point of leaving the place cleaner than it was when you arrived. You give the man a refresher over the terms of the agreement; 500 dollars and whatever you want of whatever you pull off of the dooryard. Having established the existing terms, you reiterate your question. “Do you want me to clear out the farmhouse as well? The agreement wasn’t clear on this.”

He looks at you properly for the first time since he arrived, and blinks. “No, of course. Clean the place out, by all means.” As frustrating as it is when people start a ‘yes’ statement with ‘no’, you will consider the job to include the house now. He opens his wallet and causally peels out 5 100-dollar bills. As you accept them, you look past him and the money for a moment. Rebecca is standing by the car, watching the kids like a hawk, as they roam around the perimeter that you have cleared. Her open disdain for the farm, for you, for the Second Amendment, it is all gone. It seems to have replaced by what you would judge to be worry, though if it is for the kid’s sake or the situation as a whole, you are not sure. Well, it is time to get back to work; you will get the outbuildings cleared, and then-
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>>4419039
He better not stiff you, your looking to get more out of this job than 500 bucks and a hundredweight or so of fucking weeds; and it is in the outbuildings like this where the real valuables are...

One anon each can roll one of these:
>6d50 for danger (>8 is safe) present in each cache
>6d20 for gross value of each cache
>6d20 for current condition of each cache
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>>4419039
>>4419044
Wait, shit. I lost a portion of the post. Between the end of >>4419039 and the start of >>4419044; the following paragraph should have gone in.

It is at this point that Jim interrupts you. “Do you mind if I tag along? I’m kind of curious about the place myself.” This is the one thing that you hate about jobs like this; boundaries are flakey, and the law is almost always on the side of the client. If he was to come along, and he found anything worth something, then he might change his mind about the terms on the spot, and decide to keep it, even though by the terms that you established, it is yours. You could not challenge it in court; as far as the law was concerned all of this was still his property, to do with as he pleases. You are not thrilled about this, but considering that this is his property, you really are not in any position to say ‘no’. The nod you give him is unenthusiastic, but the smile he returns you is anything but.
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Rolled 35, 8, 37, 35, 12, 36 = 163 (6d50)

>>4419044
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>>4419061
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Rolled 5, 4, 2 = 11 (3d20)

Common get me somthin good
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Rolled 11, 15, 15, 15, 9, 17 = 82 (6d20)

>>4419044

>>4419086

Wrong roll read it we each do 3 of em 1 from Each.
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Rolled 2, 16, 2, 7, 18, 11 = 56 (6d20)

>>4419044
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>>4419096
>>4419087
>>4419086
>>4419073
>>4419061
Alright, let me pull these together and get the post up!
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The Carport

With your ‘shadow’ in toe, the two of you head on over to the Carport first. As you carefully pick your way through the area where you spilled the hydraulic fluid earlier, Jim asks a question. “On the phone, I remember you referring to this place as the ‘Old Morrison Farm’. Did you know the old owners?” You try to suppress a sigh; you can understand and appreciate curiosity, but you try to work here, not give a guided tour. “By name, and reputation. This was the last proper farm running in Debouche; they managed to stay afloat where all others had failed, but the next generation wasn’t willing to give up their lives to keep a farm breaking even, just for the fun of it.”

(35 is greater than 8. No danger is present)
After a cursory inspection, the carport appears safe enough. There is a light switch mounted to the outside of the farmhouse strangely enough, but when you flick it, the switch breaks off in your hand. Jim just chuckles at that. On one hand, you are glad that he is not upset, but on the other hand, you are really not enthused about the prospect of having a laugh track for your escapades here.

(2/20; the place is an absolute sty)
Well, it looks like you found the trash that was not in the dooryard. Jesus Christ, this is a mess. Newspapers, food wrappers, Styrofoam coffee cups, and bottles. A handful are drinks, but nearly all of them are either oil or some manner of chemicals. There are the cat-scratched remains of an upholstered chair, missing the seat cushion that has been filled with burnt out light-bulbs for some inexplicable reason. In the far wall of the carport there is what appears to be the remains of massive, homemade easel.

(11/20; there is some stuff worth your time)
But, there is some stuff that seems worthwhile, mixed in under all of this trash. Sitting front and center in this maelstrom of trash is a what looks to be a Cheber Grill, covered in a branded Cheber grill cover. This was probably left by the Morrison who sold the farm to Reaves, possibly by accident. There is some bird shit on the cover, but it should wash off. Takes you a minute to unwrap it, but it was ultimately worth it, as underneath is a really nice grill, in excellent condition. You tap the tank, and are surprised to hear and feel that it is full. Without turning the gas on, you test the electric self-lighter, and are rewarded with several meaty sounding snaps. Also present is a Niggs and Raffton Engine that looks to be in working order, the remains of a heavy, gas powered weedwhacker, and an old jack. There is also the remains of a woodpile; it looks like the Morrisons used leftover ‘slab’ wood to heat the house. Finally, there are some broken or heavily damaged hand tools as well as a tub of fasteners that was left out in the rain and rusted to hell.
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>>4419342
Sorry for the delays, I needed some extra time to finish the home brew inventory system. A large part of this quest is going to be scavenging, so I needed to get the caravan system in place. Every item has two values, weight and volume. For ease of understanding, these values will be represented as relative percents of the capacity of the vehicle that they are loaded on. So instead of saying that the green feed is 150lbs and has x volume, we'd say that the feed is 7.5% of the weight capacity of the truck, and 25% of its volume. This should make it easier when we are trying to organize scavenging caravans, and we'll need to consider different vehicles with different capacities with different loads on them already.

You can load past 100% weight capacity, but you risk doing damage to the vehicle. You can load past 100% volume capacity, but you risk losing some of your cargo.

In the Carport, you have found:
>(+1 Cheber Grill with matching cover, working condition) 8.25% of weight capacity, 3% of volume capacity.
>(+1 Consumer LP tank, 0.75 filled) 1.5% of weight capacity, 0% of volume capacity
>(+1 Niggs and Raffton engine, working? condition) 2.5% of weight capacity, 1% of volume capacity
>(+1 Small Engine, possibly in working? condition) 1% of weight capacity, 2% of volume capacity
>(+0.125 Cord of ‘slab’ wood) 6.25% of weight capacity, 5% volume capacity
>(+1 Set of Garden Tools, repairable condition) 1.5% of weight capacity, 1% of volume capacity
>(+5lb of scrap metal) 0.25% of weight capacity, 0.12% volume capacity
>(+miscellaneous paper trash) 5% of weight capacity, 5% of volume capacity
>(+miscellaneous liquid trash - presumed dangerous) 2.5% weight capacity, 1.5% volume capacity

Currently, the farm truck has on it:
>150 lb of green feed (loosely bundled) 7.5% weight capacity, 25% volume capacity
>Chainsaw Oil 0.5% weight capacity, 0.25% volume capacity
>5 lb of scrap metal 0.25% of weight capacity, 0.12% volume capacity
>Claw Foot Bathtub in working? condition 15% of weight capacity, 5% volume capacity
The farm truck is at 23.25% weight capacity and 30.37% volume capacity.

The beaver trailer being pulled by the farm truck is empty.
The beaver trailer being pulled by the farm truck is at 0% weight capacity and 0% volume capacity.
The beaver trailer has the same weight capacity and volume capacity as the truck does.

Do you:
>Load everything
>Load everything that isn't trash
>Load everything but (specific items)

Additionally, you could try to get a roll off dumpster up here, to help deal with the trash, but to get one, you'll need to go through Big Nate, and he never makes things easy, especially for you.
>Attempt to streamline trash removal by calling in roll off dumpster; costs 50 dollars and dealing with your 'rival'
>You'll manage on your own.
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>>4419427
So how would we manage trash removal?, we are expected to remove it yes? So is there a dump? Reasonably we would seperate and organize everything we want to keep outside the truck and only stack trash the. Dump it once we are done, or full then c9me back get our stuff and head home.
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>>4419434
Yes, you are expected to remove everything short of Hazmat stuff; that should be an option too.

>>4419427
Revised options:
Load everything
Load everything that isn't trash
Load everything but (specific items)
Unload everything that isn't trash, deal with that first
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>>4419443
Damn it, mean to greentext those. The revised and greentexted options:
>Load everything
>Load everything that isn't trash
>Load everything but (specific items)
>Unload everything that isn't trash, deal with that first
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>>4419443
>Unload everthing that isnt trash deal with that first.
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>>4419443
>Unload everything that isn't trash, deal with that first
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>>4419503
>>4419448
Alright, normally I'd close this, but I am about to fall asleep, and if I try to get another post out, I'll probably just wind up like I did yesterday. Good night, and I will see you all soon.
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As much as you hate loading and unloading, this is almost certainly going to require multiple trips. You resolve to focus down the trash first; and spend a good ten minutes getting everything that you have loaded on to your truck, off. You have some old flattened cardboard boxes on the truck, so you fold some open, and use them to store the trashed oils and chemicals. The paper, you just throw in a large contractor trash bag.

(8 is not greater than 8. Danger is present)
The next place you head is the smaller of the two outbuildings; and structurally, it is in the worse shape of any of the buildings; the walls are noticeably bowing out, the roof looks like it is going to collapse and you realize that at least some of the cast off wood surrounding the building is there because it fell off the building. However, this seems to be the only outbuilding that has its own lock. Promising, but that does not mean that it isn’t dangerous; the building is in such poor shape that it looks like this structure will not survive another winter, or even a moderate snowfall.

>You are undaunted, try to get into the building anyway. Roll 1d20 to see if the building collapses as you enter; rolls of 1 to 7 result in collapse, rolls of 8-20 are safe. If it collapses, everything inside, including yourself runs the risk of being damaged.
>Consider yourself daunted; you have a scar on your left shoulder from the last time you entered a derelict building like this. You will have to either reinforce the building before the first snowfall from the outside or abandon everything inside to its fate.
>Wait, you are in the presence of a practicing architect! You normally do not like involving clients in the work like this, but this is a situation where it would be justified. Renegotiate the terms of your agreement to get him to ‘consult’ with you as you reinforce and shore up this shed(?) for extraction. Be warned though, that between whatever he gets in renegotiation and the cost of the reinforcements, you might break even on whatever is inside here. Or you might bust out.
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>4419768

>You are undaunted, try to get into the building anyway. Roll 1d20 to see if the building collapses as you enter; rolls of 1 to 7 result in collapse, rolls of 8-20 are safe. If it collapses, everything inside, including yourself runs the risk of being damaged.
fortune favors the bold
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>>4419795
Yeah let's do this
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>>4419795
I believe QM wants us to roll after we select an option

>>4419795
>Wait, you are in the presence of a practicing architect! You normally do not like involving clients in the work like this, but this is a situation where it would be justified. Renegotiate the terms of your agreement to get him to ‘consult’ with you as you reinforce and shore up this shed(?) for extraction. Be warned though, that between whatever he gets in renegotiation and the cost of the reinforcements, you might break even on whatever is inside here. Or you might bust out.

Let´s play it safe. The guy is shadowing us and he will cherish on the opportunity to show a "country bumbkin" his big city knowledge. Keep it casual and he might even help us for free. Doesn´t seem he knows the value of anyof this shit.

>"Mr.Reaves, sir, this building looks like it might fall on my head the moment I set a foot in. You know any way to shore it up so the next breeze doesn´t make it tip over?"
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>>4419823
Yeah, I'd rather not risk grievous injury this early on in the quest
even if metagame-wise this cache has the best loot rolls
i'll go with this
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>>4419854 1 for entering immediately (roll doesn't count until the vote is closed, if you roll and vote simultaneously, then everyone would just vote for the option that has the best outcome regardless)
>>4419823 two for immediate entry
>>4419823 one for consultation with the architect
>>4419854 two for consultation with the architect

I'll leave this up for a tiebreaker while I go eat some lunch; if there isn't one when I get back, I'll roll.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4419865
Alright then:
With a roll of 1 you walk on in, and will risk collapse
With a roll of 2 you consult with the architect on hand
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>>4420000
Alright, probably for the best. Don't want to risk maiming the MC before the apocalypse even begins, do we? Writing!
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>>4420003
That lock, and the possibility, no, the implication of wealth on the other side of that door is enough to make you want to just burst in. But at the last minute, you hold off, and wait for Reaves to pick his way over here. “Mr. Reaves; this building here, it doesn’t look structurally sound, does it?” He snorts as he replies. “No, it does not look particularly sound at all. Though I do not think you would need an architect to tell you that. “Nodding, you point to the lock. “This is the first lock I have come across, after the gate. Odds are that there is some worthwhile stuff inside. How would you, I don’t know, shore up the place?” He looks at the place for a long moment. “Me? Simply put, I would not. The liability here seems much more than whatever could be inside a farm shed. Safest way to deal with this would be to get an excavator with a clam-shell and have the place knocked down. Easiest way to deal with this would be to wait for it to collapse, but I don’t think the missus would like that, especially with the kids.” He trails off, looking the place over.

“But, if I was to do this, I’d hope that this heap still had intact joists, and then get a couple of those adjustable floor jacks to shore it up, while you built some 2X4’s into more permanent supports. After that, I’d look at all the ties, and reinforce, not replace, mind you, but reinforce anything that looks suspect. And even after all of that, all you’ve done is buy some more time; that roof isn’t going to deal with any significant snow weight.” He looks to you for a moment, and then, almost under his breath, says “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure”. He rolls his shoulder and speaks up again. “No doubt that there is something in there that is worth something, but I don’t want you dying over it. Until you have the place shored up properly, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you work in there. Do not worry about a deadline, just whenever you have the materials for this job, let me know. Until then, it isn’t happening.”

Fuck! This is why you hate having clients following you around. Even if he is looking out for you, sort of, his presence here has really complicated this job.
>(Honest) Accept these new conditions and move along for now.
>(Larcenous) Pretend to accept these new conditions and return later.
>(Rhetoric) Try to argue your case to him (will require rolling).

Also:
>Ask to at least see what is inside the room, maybe get a better idea if it is worth the effort.
>The inside might look even worse, and he could change terms again. Leave it be.
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>>4420098
>(Honest) Accept these new conditions and move along for now.
Adding: "Yeah, I would rather leave it for last, if I even going to take a crack at it. Or just link it by some chain to my truck, tear it down and scrounge the ruins"

>Don´t bother looking
Honestly, I doubt there are going to be any comfortable holes that allow us an ample view of the contents of the shed. We can return to it later.

Do we have the tools for making the building safer or can we get them in a day´s time?
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>>4420098
>Ask to at least see what is inside the room, maybe get a better idea if it is worth the effort.
>(Rhetoric) Try to argue your case to him (will require rolling).

we can do lik, half of what he said. only need a couple of minutes to clear out any potential valuables, then he can still call a bulldozer. We don't want to spend the night in the thing after all.
Question: do we have a helmet? It might be smart to wear a helmet for this.
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>>4420120
I support the helmet idea. Some gloves would also be nice
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All he's making us do is make the place safe to go through, may as well agree to it unless there's a pressing need to find useful shit in a short timeframe. Dunno why that would be the case though.
cough, apocalypse, cough
>Do we have the tools for making the building safer or can we get them in a day´s time?
also curious about this
>Honest
>Leave it be
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>>4420154
Apocalypse? What are you talking about anon? Things are just fine, just a bit chilly.
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>>4420098
>(Larcenous) Pretend to accept these new conditions and return later.
>The inside might look even worse, and he could change terms again. Leave it be.
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>>4420116 Honest, don't look
>>4420120 Rhetoric, look
>>4420154 Honest, don't look
>>4420188 Larcenous, look

I'll leave this up for a few more minutes, we might be able to either break a tie (or make a new one).
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>>4420203
>>4420116
I will change my vote from not looking to looking from a safe distance if it can be done (through a hole in the shed or whatever) Building is run down, we should probably have a big enough gap to stick a lantern through.
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>>4420213
Asking his permission first
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>>4420098
>(Honest) Accept these new conditions and move along for now.
>The inside might look even worse, and he could change terms again. Leave it be.
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>>4420213
Alright, so that is a third for looking, so long as it can be done without opening the door.
>>4420237
And that is a third for 'honest' and a replacement second one for don't look

Alright, you'll try to safely peak into the shed. Can I have one roll of 1d20 to determine how successful you are at finding a hole and seeing anything? (1-5 is failure as is standard)
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>4420266
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>>4420268
Just shy of getting the double success, which would have let you see everything. Writing!
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You aren’t pleased, and you can feel you face tightening as you grimace, but Reaves is a professional in this field, moreover, even if this building is a complete loss, you still have enough opportunities to make serious money here. But you just have to know what you have on your hands here. You look for some sort of hole that you could peer through. After picking your way carefully around back of the building, you notice an anchor for an electric line jutting from the eaves of the roof. While there is no line currently, it seems that this building was electrified at one point. Promising!

And here is a hole to in the interior, at about knee height. You have a small inspection light with you, and you take it out as you bend over to get to eye level with the hole. You can see some tools, hanging on a far wall. It looks to be an entire set; though you are not sure if they are woodworking or metalworking. Obscuring most of your view of the room, however, is a large wooden crate, that looks to be in much better condition than the dirty and dilapidated shed. You can just make out the remains of a trans-Atlantic air freight sticker, and above it stamped into the wood of the crate is a symbol? No, a logo. A logo that you have never seen before. It looks like chevron inscribed in a circle, but it is not centered point up, rather it is pointed to the right, as you look at it. Its legs are not the same thickness or length, and at the point of the misshapen chevron, it looks like there might have been some sort of … you’re not sure what exactly, but the more you think about it, the more certain you are that it isn’t a chevron. And the more you want to get in there to find out what on earth the notoriously cheap Morrison had paid to be shipped across the Atlantic.

You straighten up and return to Reaves. There is another building to look at, hopefully this one will be in better shape.
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>>4420364
If anyone can figure out the logo from the clues before the shed is opened up, there will be an additional item waiting for them in the shed as a reward.
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>>4420364
Atlantic Airways?

ESL here, could anyone describe a chevron? Google images only show me the company logo. Is it supposed to be like a sort of arrow?
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>>4420390
This is a chevron
Commonly used in militaries to denote rank.
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>>4420390
No, the crate itself would be older than Atlantic Airways as a company. Very good guess though, the logo looks reasonably similar to what this one is.

Sometimes I forget that I have non-American or ESL players. If you are uncertain about anything be it a word, or a reference, then by all means, please ask for clarification like anon here did.
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>>4420413
Um, so the hints:
>pre-1987 company
>encircled chevron pointed to the right
>capable of trasatlantic flight
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>>4420364
Lufthansa?
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>>4420413
Austrian airlines has a chevron, but it is not encircled
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>>4420429
Unfortunately, Lufthansa´s logo points to the left
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>>4420438
TAROM and Turkish Airlines also do the same
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>>4420413
Nort Central Airlines logo fits, but they don´t seem to have transatlantic flights
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>>4420464
As well as Condor. Canadian Airlines almost fits, but it isn´t encircled
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>>4420413
Air Algerie?
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>>4420413
Republic airlines is my last guess if other anons don´t have anything else
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I don't think the logo has to be for an airline, it could be from the company that originally shipped it. So I think what we're working with is:
>almost certainly pre-90s because of setting and that being when ARPANET shut down irl
>chevron in a circle pointed to the right
>chevron's legs aren't the same thickness/length
>something is located at the point of the chevron
>company isn't located in the Americas
Maybe it's some sort of foreign car logo? Nothing immediately comes to mind because I'm not into that kind of thing.
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Two final hints: It is historical; the company no longer exists, but the memory of their products being used remains seared in the minds of many. And that was also the second hint, think product, not services.
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It's a longshot, but Oldsmobile maybe?
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>>4420507
No longer exists independently, under that name or logo, I should add. In this world or in the Quest. Just wanted to clarify that.

The Trailer:

>(37 is greater than 8. Danger is not present)
You and Reaves silently make your way to the next building, a dilapidated single wide trailer, parked then allowed to rust and rot about 25 feet from the farmhouse. The stairs to the trailer have been enclosed with a plywood ‘entryway’. You open the first door, loosely hanging from the structure, climb the stairs, and then open the door to the trailer itself. The plywood is waterlogged and delaminating. If you had a mind to, you could probably break portions of it off in your hand. You try the door to the trailer only to find it off its hinges completely. You set it aside and enter into a quagmire of trash.

>(2/20; the place is an absolute sty)
With only a few steps in, you are practically swimming in trash. Old newspapers, fliers and letters are everywhere; the only saving grace to this is that there does not seem to be any food remains mixed in; though that doesn’t seem to have stopped rodents; mouse and rat shit is seemingly on every partially cleared surface. Most of the volume of the ‘trash’ however is bizarre arts-and-crafts stuff, the kind that middle-aged wives and thirty-something queers make under the influence of boxed wine or whatever and then try to unload, typically unsuccessfully, at flea markets. Irritatingly enough, none of it appears to be made of materials that you can reclaim. You can’t even begin to estimate how much is in here.

>(15/20; there are some useful things buried in the sty)
But just as you are giving serious thought to trying to haul off the entire trailer, your scavenger’s eye picks up on a china cabinet. There were porcelain plates propped up many flat surfaces, the kind that grandmothers use for decoration; but what was in the top half of the china cabinet all matched, and in the light of your inspection lamp, it looks to be fairly high quality and understated. Octagonal plates, all the white of bleach bone, with a raised motif in the center of the plates and bowls. While you might actually use these, this is not what you are interested in. Just as where there is smoke there is commonly fire, where there is good china, there is the much more lucrative good silver. It takes a minute to clear your way to the bottom half of the cabinet, but when you crack that thing open, you are amply rewarded. The gravy bowl is pewter, but everything else is sterling.

Who the fuck keeps sterling silver in a trailer? The Morrisons did, apparently. They were really quite eccentric, but they managed to keep the farm afloat and left on their own terms, which is a lot more than any of the other farmers in the area could say. There is more to the trailer, but you know that you are not going to get anywhere until you clear out all of this shit.
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>>4420518
Can three anons please roll 1d15 and 1d10? The sum of the three 1d15’s will be the weight capacity that will be needed to move the arts and crafts, and the sum of the three 1d10’s will be the volume capacity that will be needed.
>3 1d10's
>3 1d15's

Also, you could ask Reaves if he has any ideas (a 2 in a roll of 1d3), but if he knows what it is (a 3 in a roll of 1d3), then the challenge is over, and you don't get the bonus. He could simply not know (a 1 in a roll of 1d3). Also, it has been thundering on and off for the past hour, so if I go silent, just know I haven't abandoned you guys.

Ask Reaves if he knows the logo (chance to provide final clue, chance to terminate the challenge early)
>Yes
>No
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Rolled 10 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>4420528
>Nah

Just asking, is it something that you have to American to get it, or is it a fairly universal product?
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Rolled 10 (1d15)

>>4420532
Ignore the plus one, it was a typo
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>>4420532
Universal is a fairly strong word, but I'd say that even people with a passing familiarity with European history in the last century will probably know the name; but the logo, no. That is why it is worth a bonus if anyone can get it.
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4420528
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Rolled 12 (1d15)

>>4420528
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4420528
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Rolled 12 (1d15)

>>4420528
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Great quest OP, really enjoying it. Also, by any chance are you the same anon who did 'bone quest'? Cause that one was great

>>4420528
Nah, let's figure it out ourselves
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Alright! So, the trash in the trailer takes up 34% of the weight capacity of the truck, and 18% of the volume capacity. It takes more than two hours before all of the worthless arts and crafts and trash paper have been removed, and everything has been swept out. Despite your first impressions, the trailer itself does not look anywhere near as bad as you thought it did. All of the appliances look as if they would be in working order if they were connected to electricity; and the mold that you had found was extremely localized. You would need to check with Reaves, who had eventually gone back into Debouch with the rest of his family for a late breakfast, but you could maybe have this trailer; you'd need to ensure that the frame is structurally sound, find wheels for it so you could haul it to your place, and then deal with the mold before it got worse, but you could conceivably hold on to this thing. Though considering its current state, you probably would not be able to sell it.

You also found the art-and-crafts addict's workbench, smoothed under loose paper and chintzy handicraft. While it might be filled with worthless odd and ends, the workbench itself is much nicer that the set up that you have at your homestead currently (+Improved Workbench; 5% weight capacity, 5% volume capacity). In the bedroom, you found an adjustable dressmaker's model (+Dressmaker’s Model; 1% weight capacity, 0.5% volume capacity) and a sewing machine without any visible branding besides ‘Dressmaker’ on it, as well as a plastic tub full of parts for sewing machines (+’Dressmaker’ Sewing Machine; 2% weight capacity and 1% volume capacity) (+Assortment of Sewing Machine Parts; 4% weight capacity and 2% volume capacity). Propped up against one of the legs of the bed, you found a splitting maul; the head was lighter than typical, at 6 pounds. The original (presumably hickory) wooden shaft had been replaced with a much skinnier metal pipe, welded really quite professionally to the head. There was a rubber grip at the bottom where you would hold it, looks to have been repurposed from something else, but feels comfortable enough in your hand. There is also a 3-pound engineer’s hammer; also, with the wooden handle replaced and an improvised rubber grip. Both have cords on them, so that if they were to be dropped, they would not be lost. Given that these are the only two tools in the entire trailer, and their proximity to the bed, you can safely say these were kept here as weapons. (+Hammer Set 0.5% weight capacity, 0.125% volume capacity)

>>4421131
Yes, it is me. I would like to return to that one once I figure out how to actually create mechanics for it. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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>>4421169
And on the topic of weapons, underneath the bed there were no less than 300 loose rounds of 45-70 Government; you had to get down on your hands and knees to grab them all. No rifle though; at least not in here. 45-70 is an older round, old enough that the round that it replaced in service, the .50-70-450, was used in musket-to-trapdoor conversions. Still, from what you read, it has decent enough ballistics, and while they are largely considered historical curiosities or cowboy toys, there are still rifles out there. Hopefully, you stumble across one. (+314 rounds of 45-70 Government 0.5% weight capacity and 0.125% volume capacity)

Well, you've made really good headway so far. The truck still has room (41.5% of the weight capacity and 23.5% of the volume capacity) and the trailer is still empty. Things are going pretty well so far. You don't have a watch; nor does your truck have a dashboard clock, but you would judge that it is a little after 11am right now. You have been working pretty hard for quite some time, much longer than the Reaves know, as you never mentioned how early you arrived, though they probably figured that you had been here before 8am. Or not; Jim Reaves seems to be a bit flighty, and Rebecca seems to be fretting over the state of the place; perhaps they haven't even thought about it.

Do you want to take a break; load up everything you have and head into town? The municipal dump should be open, and if you make it around lunch time, you should be able to avoid your 'rival' Big Nate. Not to mention Prague Farmer's Union, you want to 'laager' it up with animal feed. You could drop off the stuff you want at your place, get something to eat too...

>The plan was to finish working here early; if you take a break, are you still going to be able to do that? Besides, think of how impressed the Reaves will be when they come back to find you still working (Keep working until you have cleared everything except the house and the forbidden shack, chance for +Favor with Reaves Family)

>You don't want time to get away from you. Sure, you only have three other areas to clear out in the dooryard here, but you are also going to take care of the house too; eventually you are going to need to take a break, or at least dump a load of trash off. The dump closes at 5pm, the Union at 6pm; if time gets away from you, you might have to put things off, and you have a bad feeling about that... (Leave a note explaining where you have gone and head into town after loading everything up)
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>>4421197
>The plan was to finish working here early; if you take a break, are you still going to be able to do that? Besides, think of how impressed the Reaves will be when they come back to find you still working (Keep working until you have cleared everything except the house and the forbidden shack, chance for +Favor with Reaves Family)
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>>4421197
>>The plan was to finish working here early; if you take a break, are you still going to be able to do that? Besides, think of how impressed the Reaves will be when they come back to find you still working (Keep working until you have cleared everything except the house and the forbidden shack, chance for +Favor with Reaves Family)

We could perhaps allow ourselves a small luxury with the money we just got and call a delivery man for some pizza.

I will be honest, we could load up everything in our truck and we would barely even manage to fill it up considering the trailer. I would also rather like to get everything we didn´t got from the first pile. Since we have got space to spare, it would almost be a shame to leave it behind. I don´t want to end up playing a Diogenes afflicted man, but damm if we cannot sell most of this stuff pretty easily.

>(+1 Cheber Grill with matching cover, working condition) 8.25% of weight capacity, 3% of volume capacity.
>(+1 Consumer LP tank, 0.75 filled) 1.5% of weight capacity, 0% of volume capacity
>(+1 Niggs and Raffton engine, working? condition) 2.5% of weight capacity, 1% of volume capacity
>(+1 Small Engine, possibly in working? condition) 1% of weight capacity, 2% of volume capacity
>(+0.125 Cord of ‘slab’ wood) 6.25% of weight capacity, 5% volume capacity
>(+1 Set of Garden Tools, repairable condition) 1.5% of weight capacity, 1% of volume capacity
>(+5lb of scrap metal) 0.25% of weight capacity, 0.12% volume capacity
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>>4421209
>>4421203
Alright, you will keep working on the property.

Pizza does sound nice, but two issues; first, cellphones don't exist; you have a radio, but you can only use it to reach Public Service Dispatch. Second, this is a small town in northern Maine; if any of the restaurants delivered at all, which is not a given, it would be during the peak tourist season, which ended more than a month ago now.

I need to go water my plants and do a few things around the house, but I will be running earlier today.
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>>4421197
>>The plan was to finish working here early; if you take a break, are you still going to be able to do that? Besides, think of how impressed the Reaves will be when they come back to find you still working (Keep working until you have cleared everything except the house and the forbidden shack, chance for +Favor with Reaves Family)
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Well, I meant to start early. I'll get to writing right now.
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>(35 is greater than 8, there is no danger present)
Your stomach rumbles, and you have a sudden longing for pizza. But you are going to solider through this, at least until only the house and the ‘forbidden’ shack remain. You head to the last unchecked free-standing structure, with is either a very small barn or a very large shed. Getting closer does not resolve that particularly question, but as you draw closer to it, you can conclude that whatever exactly this building is, it appears to be structurally sound.

>(15/20; there are some worth while things kicking around here)
Well, regardless of whether this building would be considered a barn or a shed, it seems to have been used as a garage at some point, judging by the pits that have been built into the floor; as to allow a man underneath a piece of equipment with enough room to work. They are technically a code violation, though enforcement out here has always been, shall you say, an ‘aspirational’ endeavor. Unfortunately, there are not any tractors in the garage at the moment, but in the corner is what appears to be a generator attached to a homemade woodstove. Well, whatever it is, what it is not is ‘bolted, nailed or screwed down’, so it is yours now. (+ Strange Machine 6% weight capacity, 4% volume capacity). You also find a massive pile of Canadian tire chains, all sized to fit tractor tires (+ unknown quantity of tire chains 10% weight capacity, 2% volume capacity), a single tractor jack that you unfortunately will not be able to use on the forbidden shed (+ one heavy vehicle jack 2% weight capacity, 1% volume capacity) and a collection of animals traps with 4 large mousetraps, probably intended for rats, 7 conibear traps, intended for nuisance animals and furbearers, like the coyote and the beaver respectively, and one bear trap, with two crude tools made from sheet metal for safely setting the conibear and the bear traps hanging nearby (+ collection of animal traps, 4.5% weight capacity, 1.5% volume capacity). What there was not was any tractors. At this point, you are beginning to worry that the tractors are gone, but there are still places that you have not looked.

>(7/20: there is some potential trash present here as well)
But before you do that, you will need to get rid of all of the trash here. There is a mound of discarded hydraulics fluid pails that despite the fact that it looks like they were simply thrown into the corner here, they are nearly all intact, and empty, as far as you can tell. (+empty pails, not food safe, 0.75% weight capacity, 10% volume capacity), and then there are several-several 55-gallon steel barrels lining against the wall. None of them are labeled. To see if they are filled or empty, you experimentally lift two at random. The first one is about half filled to your estimation, but the second one is much heavier; and when you set it down, you can feel something solid inside press against the wall of the barrel. Umm…
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>>4422014
>Listen, you are an Animal Control Officer, you are practically a detective. This is just begging for investigation; if this actually was a body of some sort, then you discovering it means exposure for your business, not to mention who knows what kind of doors that it would open up with Public Safety. Take a peek, and if it is what you think it is, then call it in and bask in glory and attention.

>Listen, all you are is an Animal Control Officer. As much as you might like moonlighting as a lawman, you really are not suited for this type of stuff. Not to mention, aren’t you some sort of mandated reporter? You have a radio, call this in for God’s sake. This is not the sort of thing to mess around with. Do not overthink this; just call it in, explain what you can, including your morbid hunch, and ask for instructions.

>Listen, you already have a reputation as a strange loner. If you are the one who reports this, and it turns out to be a body, a real, dead human body, what if people start to suspect you? The Morrisons had a reputation for eccentricity, paranoia, frugality and temper, but also were regarded as fairly intelligent; from what you know of them by reputation, you could see several of them killing someone, and no doubt others in the town could see that as well. But no one would believe no one would believe that they were dumb and naive enough to indefinitely keep a body just sitting around their dooryard, especially when they had an entire farm, no an entire forest to bury it in, or the largest freshwater lake in New England to dump it in walking distance. That kind of suspicion; you could do without. Take a peek, but do not tell anyone, regardless of what it is. Don't rock the fucking boat. If it is what you think it is, then by all means, maybe you could do some investigating on your own, but do not involve the police here.
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>>4422017
>Listen, you are an Animal Control Officer, you are practically a detective. This is just begging for investigation; if this actually was a body of some sort, then you discovering it means exposure for your business, not to mention who knows what kind of doors that it would open up with Public Safety. Take a peek, and if it is what you think it is, then call it in and bask in glory and attention.

check what it is first, if it's a body call it in. This should be every rational man's choice really.
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>>4422017
>>Listen, you are an Animal Control Officer, you are practically a detective. This is just begging for investigation; if this actually was a body of some sort, then you discovering it means exposure for your business, not to mention who knows what kind of doors that it would open up with Public Safety. Take a peek, and if it is what you think it is, then call it in and bask in glory and attention.

Come on, I bet they are not that weird and that´s just food or something
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>>4422014
>Listen, you are an Animal Control Officer, you are practically a detective. This is just begging for investigation; if this actually was a body of some sort, then you discovering it means exposure for your business, not to mention who knows what kind of doors that it would open up with Public Safety. Take a peek, and if it is what you think it is, then call it in and bask in glory and attention.
This is a really odd assumption to jump to. Either the main character has some problems to talk out or the yakuza are much more active in Maine than I expected.
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>>4422017
>>Listen, you are an Animal Control Officer, you are practically a detective. This is just begging for investigation; if this actually was a body of some sort, then you discovering it means exposure for your business, not to mention who knows what kind of doors that it would open up with Public Safety. Take a peek, and if it is what you think it is, then call it in and bask in glory and attention.

I don't know what our first or last names are, but our middle name is definitely 'danger'.
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>>4422050
>>4422057
>>4422103
>>4422206
Alright; I will get to writing this up.

As per this choice being the typical and reasonable reaction, you are all correct; however our character isn't typical or always reasonable. Our character isn't a Morrison, but he is cut from similar cloth. He is correct in the assumption that the rest of the town views him as an eccentric; and by his own nature he is paranoid (though I haven't really had much of an opportunity to show that besides the immediate assumption that whatever is inside this barrel is a body, and that reporting it would result in any serious suspicion falling on him) and frugal. And just as the town acknowledged that despite the 'quirks' of the Morrison's they were intelligent and capable to keep their family farm going, those that know our character in the town acknowledge that our character must be at least passingly intelligent to sustain himself off of income from pedaling scrap and hauling trash.
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Listen, you are an Animal Control Officer; you are practically a detective. This barrel is just begging to be investigated; and if it is what you think it is, you will call it in immediately. But first, you will need to get the lid off. After closer inspection, under the veneer of grime, it looks like the lid was ground off, and then welded back on. The bead on the weld is excellent, of a professional quality that matches the craftsmanship of the hammers. A thought strikes you; typically, the way into a drum like this would be to grind the lip of the lid down; as this one had already been ground and welded back together, whaling on it with your new toys would probably be enough to open her up. You jog over to the pile that you started near the trailer and pluck out your splitting maul and jog back; on the way reflecting if the alternative name ‘sledge axe’ would be better to describe this rebuilt tool.

The welding was really quite well done, and the barrel was in excellent condition otherwise, excluding having the top removed and then welded back on, but in the end, it can only be a strong as the gauge and strength of the steel allows it to be; on in this case the strength of the weld. You flip the sledge axe, so that the blade is pointing up, and the heavy ‘hammereqsue’ back of the axe head is the striking surface. With a quick overhand strike, you stove in the barrel lid with a single hit … and are immediately hit in return with a horrendous stench, the smell of decomposition.

To be more precise, the smell is actually of maceration, where flesh is consumed by anaerobic bacteria commonly present in water. As someone who deals with animals in one job and trash in another, you are used to unpleasant smells; but the abruptness of it is what hits you, for the first time in years, you actually start dry heaving. When you regain composure and look into the barrel after fishing out the remains of the lid gingerly, sticking out of what is informally called the ‘death soup’ by taxidermists who use this technique to prepare skeletons, you immediate notice that sticking up from the morass are two leg bones. However, you are completely certain that it is not human, and almost completely certain that this was an ungulate or hooved animal. You knew something was odd when you felt something solid in a sealed drum, but this was not what you were expecting. In a way, you feel more shaken by this subversion of your expectation than would by the presence of a human body confirming those expectations. How do you deal with this?
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>>4422502
>[Paranoid I] Whatever this is, this is not a problem for you. This was probably some sort of forgotten taxidermy attempt; just move on, no need to tell anyone, no need to think about this anymore. Do not make waves. No, scratch that, do not make bad waves.

>[Paranoid II] Whatever this is, you do not like it. The welding is what gets to you; while there is probably some practical explanation for it, you do not think you can just walk away from something like this. You will keep quiet about this, but when you get into the farmhouse, you will be looking for things that are strange instead of things that are valuable.

>[Paranoid III] Whatever this is, you really do not like it. You think you know bones, but do you really? What if this somehow gets out? Are you willing to stake your reputation, your freedom on your identification? Does something like this fall under the mandated reporter statutes? You absolutely need to call this in immediately, though it will presumably derail your schedule for the day, and probably give Rebecca Reaves conniptions (loss of favor with Rebecca Reaves, arrival of officers will derail schedule)

>[Pragmatic] Sometimes, you get way to deep in your head. It is an unfortunate result of living alone, without any human interaction outside of clients at your jobs or cashiers at stores. You need to trust yourself, that you can identify bones as ‘non-human’ and you need to trust Occam’s Razor that this is just a taxidermy experiment. There is nothing else that need to be done here, but on the flipside, there is nothing that needs to be hidden here either. Just take care of this barrel as if it was any other piece of trash. If it comes up, answer honestly. If it does not, there is no need to make a deal out of it. (Will require roll of 13 or greater on 1d20. If you roll a 19 or 20, our character will become more pragmatic, and less likely to fall into paranoia. Failing the roll with a greater margin will result in a more negative outcome; 1-4 will be [Paranoid III], 5-8 will be [Paranoid II] and 9-12 will be [Paranoid I])

Please refrain from voting (if it isn't immediately apparent, the real vote here is do you risk getting a worse result by trying for [Pragmatic] or do you take effectively the same result (without the chance of a worse result or improving the character) by choosing [Paranoid I])
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>>4422504
I'm sorry, I mean please refrain from rolling until voting is closed, I don't know how the hell that became please refrain from voting.
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>>4422504
>pragmatic
I dont this its too sus

>>4422594
Lol it happens
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>>4422504
Let's try for pragmatic, 20% of the time we get fucked over by life and turn into Dale Gribble but oh well, it happens.
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>>4422504
> Pragmatic

Eh
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>paranoid1
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>>4422663
>>4422635
>>4422628
>>4422605
Three for [Pragmatic] and one for [Paranoid I]; alright, someone needs to roll for it. 1d20 please.

I'm sorry that this part is dragging a bit; I wasn't expecting all six possible caches at the Morrison Farm job. Sooner or later, we will get to see more of Debouch, Maine as well as the other communities around Mooseleg Lake.
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>>4422504
>[Pragmatic]

Tempted to take the easy route, but if the odds are only 20% for our news coming from Infowars, let's roll those dice.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>4422716
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>>4422747
Well, you are just shy of making our character lest paranoid, but he did manage to get his head on straight.
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Sorry for the lapse, I had more work to do today than I thought. I will get an earlier dinner, and then get writing up.
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You take several deep breaths; this is strange, but that doesn’t mean that anything sinister is going on. And, from a purely pragmatic standpoint, even if there was something ‘fucky’ going on here, odds are that the Morrison responsible has passed on. You don’t need to make a big deal about this, in fact, you don’t need to make any sort of deal; you’ll take these to the municipal dump, and assuming that you show up when Big Nate is on one of his marathon lunch breaks, you should be able to dumpster this without any issue.

These barrels are heavy enough that they warrant the use of the hand truck; however, considering how much of both of your jobs are physical, you take pains to look after yourself; and this self-care extends to your joints. You have the hand truck strapped down to the ass-end of the cab; you have to clamber up onto the bed to get it off. You position the ramp that you got off of a parts donor (You)haul truck, (which to this day, you consider one of your greatest finds, considering how much it has helped you), and proceed to wheel the drums onto the truck.

(12 and 36 are both higher than 8; these caches are safe)
There are two remaining spots of interest in the dooryard; excluding the ‘forbidden shed’ and the farmhouse itself; and thankfully enough, they are right next to each other, obscured somewhat still by the tall scrub around the portion that you have cleared. This structure pushes the definition of an ‘outbuilding’ to the point where you do not even consider it one, it is a roof on a series of posts driven into the ground and nothing else.
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>>4423730
(9/20; the first cache does not have much of value. 17/20; the second cache holds an item of notable value or utility as well as some other odds and ends).
The first thing that you see over here are five (five!) full sized hay wagons. There is one ‘modern’ one, made entirely out of metal, with a farm-built hay cage welded together on top of it; again, with the practically professional bead that you have seen several times throughout the dooryard. Unfortunately, this particular wagon is on blocks, missing its wheels. The other, ‘wooden bed’ wagons all have their wheels, but it does not look like they are the right size for the ‘modern’ wagon. Of the four ‘wooden bed’ wagons, one looks to have been recently rebuilt; there are grease nipples that have been hand drilled near the axle collars, and several of them are still grimy from a recent application, and the wood is all new, freshly painted with a smart looking coat of white paint. There is another that looks just like it, except that the paint is worn down a bit here and there. The third wagon is in similar condition to the worn-down wagon, except that this one has a ‘farm-built’ hay cage on top of it like the modern wagon, except that this one is built out of wood instead of metal. The fourth wagon is just the metal under carriage; judging by the burn marks, there was a hay fire, and wooden bed on top was lost, though miraculously, the wheels still look good. (+3 Hay Wagons, operational) (+1 Hay Wagon frame, operational) (+1 Hay Wagon+, non-operational).

There is also the frame for a ‘gutter cleaner’, used to clean out manure gutters in larger dairy or beef farming operations, but there is not a motor or a belt for it. (+1 gutter cleaner frame, non-operational, 25% weight capacity, 125% volume capacity (longer than truck bed, will require its own trip to haul)). But in the far corner, obscured by more trash, and partially covered in the remains of a tarpaulin, the first that you have seen on the property, there is what appears to be …
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Please pick one of the following three rewards. All of them are in working condition currently, but finding enough diesel and hydraulic fluid to run the CEV will be difficult, and finding uranium to 'refuel' the mech will be nearly impossible once the core runs 'dry'.

> A much larger twin to the strange machine in the very small barn; attached to an industrial sized generator, both mounted to a massive trailer. Written in large block text on the side is a word that is unfamiliar to you; ‘Gasifier’. Whatever it is, it looks to be in working order.

> What at first glance appears to be some sort of … tank? But it has a plow and an A-frame crane on it, that look original. The bucket on the back was clearly grafted on later though. You have more than passing interest in military equipment, though your knowledge of vehicles is admittedly lacking. You believe it to be some sort of Combat Engineering Vehicle, which appears to be in working order.

>Something you recognize from one old GI JIM cartoons; this is an early 50’s M335 ‘Djinn’ Mechanized Warframe; one of Americas first generation of ‘mechs’. Judging by the faint glow and hum coming from the undercarriage. the core is operational and on standby, but how much longer it needs before being replenished, that is anyone’s guess, and you cannot imagine how much fissionable fuel costs. Its armor and weapons have been removed, but other than that, it looks as if you could jump right in…
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>>4423745
Oh, and the guns are still mounted on the CEV
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>>4423745
>What at first glance appears to be some sort of … tank? But it has a plow and an A-frame crane on it, that look original. The bucket on the back was clearly grafted on later though. You have more than passing interest in military equipment, though your knowledge of vehicles is admittedly lacking. You believe it to be some sort of Combat Engineering Vehicle, which appears to be in working order.
Give me that crane.
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>>4423745
> What at first glance appears to be some sort of … tank? But it has a plow and an A-frame crane on it, that look original. The bucket on the back was clearly grafted on later though. You have more than passing interest in military equipment, though your knowledge of vehicles is admittedly lacking. You believe it to be some sort of Combat Engineering Vehicle, which appears to be in working order.
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>>4423998
>>4423758
By my estimation, there are at least four regular players for this quest, on top of the drop-ins. I'll let this sit for a little bit longer, just to give them a chance to come in and vote; but I fully intend to conclude this vote before I end tonight's run.
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>>4424050
The tank
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>>4424118
>>4423998
>>4423758
Alright, closing it for the CEV.
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You stare at the armored vehicle, dumbfounded, in a state bordering on shock. It just seems so incredibly out of place; to your knowledge, the Morrisons were not a military family. So why ….

Your train of thought completely trails off, and you just stand there, quietly looking at the thing, as if you were waiting for it to vanish, like it was some sort of mirage or sleight of hand trick. It takes several-several-several seconds for you to snap out of it, and finally you timidly approach it. It seems silly, but you are almost worried that its still carrying munitions. Then again, you can see the unmistakable shape of mounted guns underneath the tarpaulin. Uncaring of getting grease on your already dirty work clothes, you clamber up over the treads and stand on top of main body, your left foot on what must be the driver’s hatch. The main gun of this is much short and much wider than a typical tank cannon, in fact, it looks much more like a mortar than a cannon.

You look over the main turret at the obvious farm made addition of the bucket loader. It looks like the seating brackets for the A-frame crane were shifted quite a bit further up than they were originally on the turret to accommodate the bucket loader and its controls seat. Honestly, the bucket looks kind of silly just grafted onto the thing, the rest of vehicle is in combat drab, but the arm for the bucket is bright yellow, and you can still see the brand name; Base, for whatever piece of donor equipment it was pulled off of. There are some tools strapped to the side; a shovel, a wood axe, a Kaiser axe, a mattock, two crowbars and what might be the biggest cant dog you have ever seen, outside of a museum at least. There are also lots and lots of chains, and as you walk around to the other side, to sit in the bucket arm’s control seat, you notice that under what must be the original, heavier hitch, that someone welded on a trailer hitch on a swinging member, so that this thing could still tow, even with the bucket arm grafted on.

Well, it is fairly obvious that this thing was used around the farm. Maybe some Morrison found this thing listed in some obscure surplus classified, realized that it was cheaper than buying an equivalently powerful backhoe, and purchased this thing to modify. But none of that explains the guns; even if this had been bought surplus, the seller would have had to deactivate the guns, if not remove them entirely. You get out of the seat, walk back around the to the front of the vehicle and remove the tarps; and laugh out loud as you solve that mystery.
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>>4424295
These guns had been deactivated, and not in the museum piece welded barrel method either. The receivers on the guns had been brutalized; internals deliberately smashed, and the frame torch cut; but it seems that the decommissioners did not reckon on the determination and welding ability of one of the Morrison clan. The receivers to the two guns, the larger of the two you recognize as a Browning, had been rebuilt and reinforced. You will not know for certain until you load the thing, but if you had to guess, you would say that they are in working order.

Well, you had been hoping for equipment, but this is about as far from what you were expecting as possible. With all of the dooryard clear now, it seems that this farm’s tractors, and nearly all of its equipment had been sold, excluding this thing; but the more you reflect on this, the more sense that makes. Tractors and farm equipment, even older and rebuilt specimens, which is presumably what the Morrison’s had, are fast movers. This combat engineering vehicle, on the other hand probably could not be sold anywhere near as easily, and realizing that, they probably did not even try. Mounting the bucket arm had ruined the historical value, and if the guns were rebuilt as they were before decommission, as automatics, they would be illegal to possess (assuming the Morrison wasn’t licensed); by extension, as they were integrated into this vehicle, the whole thing is technically illegal to own. Selling this would have been an absolute headache; so they must have just decided to abandon it.

You are tempted to try to get into the thing, but you realize that there is still trash and debris kicking around that you should remove first; specifically there are a number of black bags sitting under the roof, as well as a small pile of empty marine grease tubes; presumably used here for its relatively weatherproof attributes. (+Bagged Trash, 8% weight capacity and 20% volume capacity) (+Greasy Trash (flammable), 1.5% weight capacity, 1.5% volume capacity)

You know enough not to trust bags that have been sitting out in the elements to not break and dump their contents everywhere, so you grab some bags from your truck and then bag them again, throwing the tubes on top before tying them up. And just like that, you have finished clearing all of the trash from the dooryard, excluding the ‘forbidden shed’ of course. Huh, you were expecting to have to deal with a lot more trash!

Currently:
Truck: 62.25% weight capacity 59% volume capacity

Trailer: 0% weight capacity 0% volume capacity
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>>4424298
Well, what exactly do you do next?

>Haul the trash to the dump immediately. If you hurry, you should be able to avoid Big Nate and his power tripping.

>Load up the trailer with a full load of salvage, go to your homestead first, detach the trailer, and then head to the dump.

>Load up the trailer and the remaining capacity of the truck with salvage, go to your homestead first, unload and detach, and then head to the dump.

>Detach your empty trailer, hook up to one of the hay wagons then head to the homestead. After that, head to the dump.

>Head into town immediately, you have 500 dollars in hand and a strange urge to buy animal feed for the winter.

>Head into town immediately, there are two other jobs (sailboat and pitching machine) available to you, pick them up while you can.

>Head into town immediately and look for the Reaves to update them on your progress; and to get permission to start working through the house; they presumably have not realized that you have access to a key.

>Alternatively, you have already received permission, jog over to the gate, grab the key ring, and start on the house immediately.

>Now that the trash has been all picked up, you want to try to get into that tank-thing.
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>Now that the trash has been all picked up, you want to try to get into that tank-thing.
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>>4424299
>[Paranoid] If you leave the CEV here, Mr Reaves is surely going to alter the contract in order to keep it for himself. Connect it to your car by any means possible and haul it alomng as most salvage as you can and the trash to your homestead. We can deliver the trash on the way back.
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>>4424299
>Now that the trash has been all picked up, you want to try to get into that tank-thing.
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>>4424299
>Haul the trash to the dump immediately. If you hurry, you should be able to avoid Big Nate and his power tripping.

Need to get rid of this skeleton thing
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>>4424299
>>4424389
Oh shit, i forgot about that, i change my vote then.
>Haul the trash to the dump immediately. If you hurry, you should be able to avoid Big Nate and his power tripping.
The tank is not going anywhere
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>>4424434
>>4424426
>>4424389
>>4424381
>>4424364
Let's see. Five votes have been cast, with one being overwritten by another. So, two votes for heading into the dump immediately, one vote for trying to get into the CEV and write in to attempt to haul the CEV away.

I'm going to hop into the shower, and then I will close the vote, and get writing.
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>>4424537
Alright, consider this one closed.
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There is so much that you could do right now; but the most important thing is to dump this trash, especially considering the smell coming off of that strange maceration experiment. You unhitch the trailer, as it is empty, and you intend to be back to the Morrison farm today anyway. With everything resolved here, you head on out, passing through the gate; it seems that the Reaves left the damn thing open. Not that surprising, if you realize that they consider everything left on the farm ‘trash’. That said, you do not, so once you are through, you stop the truck to check to see that the key is still in place; and when it is, you close the gate, and lock it behind you. You consider taking the key with you, but you decide against it; you feel it would be a bit too forward on your part.

With the property clear of all trash that you can access, and the gate ‘buttoned up’ you continue on your way to the municipal dump, passing through the town center. Driving through, you can see that some of the restaurants and businesses that cater near-exclusively to tourists have already been shuttered and winterized for the off season; though there is a reliable core of year round business for full time residents, such as yourself. You take a fairly circumspect route through the town, as to avoid the three traffic lights (and their pesky cameras) and make your way out of the town center, passing the tiny First Light CA Breen Hospital, then the Debouche Seaplane base, and finally the two-strip Debouche Municipal Airport as pass back out of the ‘urban’ center.

Taking Barney Road, you pass Huckleberry Pond, then turn off onto Scammon Road. The drive takes several minutes, and you pass Lower Hanks Pond and then Upper Hanks Pond. At the junction with Antler Pond Road, you keep on Scammon, and drive all the way to its terminus at the Consolidated Mooseleg Municipal Dump, which awkwardly enough is adjacent to a series of conservation areas, one of which is, is Baxter State park, where Mount Katahdin, Maine’s highest peak is located. Pulling up, you are relieved to not see Big Nate’s black battered Ford sitting in the small parking lot adjacent to the office. Looks like just Emmanuel is holding down the fort here. Fine by you.
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>>4424712
You head over to the office and ring the bell. Emmanuel, a lean man with a salt and pepper goatee comes out to the yard, and after polite pleasantries, you head on over to your truck, so he can figure out how much to charge in tipping fees. While typically done by weight, considering that most of the waste you are hauling is considered ‘hazardous’, the rate for those materials is higher than the rates for mainstream waste, so things will need to be weighed separately. When you roll the maceration barrel of the truck and onto the scale in front of him, he raises an eyebrow while simultaneously crinkling his nose, but you were practicing what to say on your way over.

“Yeah; I found the thing on a property I’m cleaning out. Think it was some sort of taxidermy experiment that just got forgotten. Those are ungulate bones, almost certainly a deer. Listen, if you want to call someone about it, that is fine by me. They might go and send me out to investigate it, and I get paid per resolution.” That elicits a snort from the man, and he waves it off with a passing comment; “Not the strangest thing I’ve seen here, but it is certainly up there.” As you are left wondering as to what the strangest thing would be, he hands you a bill; one hundred and fifty eight dollars! Holy shit; is it any wonder why illegal dumping is the issue that it is? Glancing over the carbon copy of the bill he gave you, you can see that the rates have risen, across the board. Going forward, you resolve to have the client pay the tipping fees for their trash and recalculate pricing accordingly. As he walks off, you think to ask him for the time; he consults his watch, and without stopping or even looking back, shouts ’12:54’.

Well, your business here is concluded, and as an added bonus, you have managed to dodge Big Nate. Now what would you like to do next?

>Return to the Morrison farm, and start to haul off your salvage to your homestead.
>Return to the Morrison farm, and start hauling off the functional hay wagons to your homestead.
>Return to the Morrison farm, and start cleaning out the house.
>Return to the Morrison farm, and attempt to get into that tank-thing.
>Return to Debouche and look for the Reaves to ask permission to start on the farmhouse.
>Return to Debouche and head over to Prague Farmer’s Union to buy feed.
>Return to Debouche and look into the other two jobs that were available today.
>Return to Debouche and head over to Wilhelm’s Building Supply to get materials for the forbidden shed reinforcement.
>Return to Debouche and head over to the Memorial Library to look for a reference material on military vehicles, see if you can learn anything about that tank-thing.
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>>4424714
Could we drag the CEV to our homestead with our truck?
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>>4424714
>>Return to the Morrison farm, and start to haul off your salvage to your homestead.

>>4424721
I would definitely like to try this. Of all the salvage, it seems most important that we get the CEV home pronto.

If it can't be hauled, I guess try to get inside and drive it??
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>>4424714
>Return to the Morrison farm, and start cleaning out the house.

maybe some guns in there, or liquor or other valuable small stuff. best get it before the owner checks in and decides to change his mind
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>>4424714
>Return to the Morrison farm, and attempt to get into that tank-thing.
hype, tank time
we need to get everything back either way, but I'd prefer we get the CEV back first
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>>4424714
>Return to the Morrison farm, and start cleaning out the house.
let's clean up first
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>>4424747
on second thought, changing to this
>>4424721

owner seems to be big on rules and regulations and might give us shit if he sees us with an actual armed tank. Throw a tarp over the thing and haul it away!
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Alright, so lets see; there is a clear majority for getting the tank-thing back to the homestead. As far as towing is concerned, at 47.4 tons, this is much heavier than your farm truck could reasonably be expected to tow. It will need to be driven. I'm going to grab dinner, and then I will get a post up.
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Rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3 (3d2)

Sorry for the delay, I wanted to get the advanced mechanics all fine-tuned.

You have an odd feeling that the Reaves might raise some manner of objections to you simply driving the tank off of their property. In your estimation, with something like this one the line, it is better to ask forgiveness than permission. The back roads that you took to get from the homestead to the Morrison farm are nearly always deserted. Basically, it is just a question of if the thing is fueled, and if you can figure out how to start and drive it. Whatever the outcome, this is going to be a hell of a story…

You return to the Morrison farm and unlock the gate on your way back to the dooryard. As you do, two thoughts come to you; it is possible that the tank has a key, either to start it or to get inside, and that it if it wasn’t on this ring, you might be in serious trouble; the second was that if you are able to get inside, it is unclear if the ‘tank-thing’ is going to be able to fit through this gate. Well, you will have to deal with that if it comes to it; but there isn’t any sense in worrying over it before you actually know if it is going to be a problem.

While I do some rolls, I’ll need you to pick a physical impairment for the character to work around or overcome for this test. 2 is 'yes'.

>Slight Gimp: Our character has one leg that is slightly longer than the other, and the muscles in his legs and lower back are slightly off as a result. Running is possible, but painful without stretching beforehand; and the character is just slightly always off balance. Physical tests (out of 1d100) that involve running will be more difficult (-10 for short duration sprinting, -15 for anything long distance) and physical tests that involve balance will be slightly more difficult (-5 across the board).

>Four-eyed: Our character has glasses, that they wear at all waking moments, excluding bathing. There are no immediate drawbacks, but as glasses are delicate, there is a 50% chance that any critical or near-critical failure of a physical test (7 or less of 1d100) will destroy them beyond repair. If the glasses are destroyed, then the character would receive harsh penalties to any tests that involve eye sight; -6 on 1d20 Inspection Tests and -15 on 1d100 Ranged Combat tests, with an additional -1 added for every 10 yards that the target is away from the character. Finding replacement glasses is possible, but unless they are in the characters prescription (unlikely), getting new glasses will only reduce the maluses, not eliminate them.

>Sickly; Our character has a compromised constitution and receives a static -20 to 1d500 Health Tests, and -15 penalty for being under fed (< 800 calorie diet), the stacking -1 penalties for spending time outside for every degree under 40 degrees Fahrenheit are doubled, to -30 and -2 for each degree instead. The effect of environmental health hazards, such as ‘dusty living conditions’ are tripled, from -10 to -30.
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>4425186
Well, that roll is really unfortunate. It means that the tank-thing is locked up, the key to the lock is not on the ring on the gate, and it is not fueled currently.

Hopefully, the next three are better.
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Rolled 531 (1d1250)

>>4425189
But once you get in to the tank-thing, that will damn near make up for it. Lets see if you can get a lucky streak going.
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Rolled 185 (1d400)

>>4425192
Could have been better, let's try this one...
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>>4425194
Okay, so that means that sitting in side the tank currently, there are 19 rounds for the 165mm main gun, 531 rounds for the coaxial machine gun and the 185 rounds for the browning mounted on the commanders copula. Serviceable.

Anyway, here is how Health Tests will work, so you'd understand what taking the 'sickly' impairment: every three days, the player, all named characters living on the homestead, and the livestock present on the homestead will roll a 1d500 to make a Health Test. Being under fed, or exposed to freezing cold will produce maluses; net rolls equal to or under 60 mean that the character (or animal) has become ‘sick’, a 1d20 will be rolled to determine the nature of the illness, the lower, the better, and the less likely that whatever they have is contagious or dangerously lethal. Once ‘sick’, the character or animal will need to make a saving roll instead of a Health test at the conclusion of the three day period; the exact value of this is dependent on the severity of the illness; but importantly, it is effected by the same bonuses and maluses that the Health roll is.

Passing the saving roll by an appropriately large margin will mean that the character’s health improves (potentially recovers completely), while barely passing means that the character’s condition does not worsen for the immediate future. Failure to pass the saving roll means the condition worsens, with failing to pass by a larger margin yielding worse results; repeated failures will result in death. Extremely serious illnesses, or illnesses that have progressed to such a point may have saving rolls that will be effectively impossible to make, meaning that characters may have to make hard decisions about continuing providing treatment, food and shelter to the unfortunate afflicted character.

I'm still working on balancing potential strengths or abilities for the character for you guys to choose from, so that will have to come later, but right now, I figured it would be a good idea to get the impairment vote out of the way; as by the end of this day, in game, things are going to start going crazy...
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>>4425214
And just so it doesn't get buried, I will post the three choices for the impairment again.

>Slight Gimp: Our character has one leg that is slightly longer than the other, and the muscles in his legs and lower back are slightly off as a result. Running is possible, but painful without stretching beforehand; and the character is just slightly always off balance. Physical tests (out of 1d100) that involve running will be more difficult (-10 for short duration sprinting, -15 for anything long distance) and physical tests that involve balance will be slightly more difficult (-5 across the board).

>Four-eyed: Our character has glasses, that they wear at all waking moments, excluding bathing. There are no immediate drawbacks, but as glasses are delicate, there is a 50% chance that any critical or near-critical failure of a physical test (7 or less of 1d100) will destroy them beyond repair. If the glasses are destroyed, then the character would receive harsh penalties to any tests that involve eye sight; -6 on 1d20 Inspection Tests and -15 on 1d100 Ranged Combat tests, with an additional -1 added for every 10 yards that the target is away from the character. Finding replacement glasses is possible, but unless they are in the characters prescription (unlikely), getting new glasses will only reduce the maluses, not eliminate them.

>Sickly; Our character has a compromised constitution and receives a static -20 to 1d500 Health Tests, and the -15 penalty for being under fed (< 800 calorie diet), the stacking -1 penalties for spending time outside for every degree under 40 degrees Fahrenheit is doubled, to -30 and -2 for each degree instead. The effect of environmental health hazards, such as ‘dusty living conditions’ are tripled, from -10 to -30.
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>>4425217
>Slight Gimp: Our character has one leg that is slightly longer than the other, and the muscles in his legs and lower back are slightly off as a result. Running is possible, but painful without stretching beforehand; and the character is just slightly always off balance. Physical tests (out of 1d100) that involve running will be more difficult (-10 for short duration sprinting, -15 for anything long distance) and physical tests that involve balance will be slightly more difficult (-5 across the board).
Running will probably be our most valuable athletic skill so it is a shame, but I'd prefer it over Sickly and pic related.
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Rolled 478, 103, 336, 276, 53 = 1246 (5d500)

While we wait for other votes; to better explain the Health Test, I thought that maybe I had run a hypothetical example for the Reaves family, to show how the system would work.

In this scenario, the Reaves family are living in the Morrison Farm, and are having a hard time of it. They are not properly cleaning their snowmelt (-20 across the board for exposure to fallout), they are unaware of the lead paint and asbestos present in the house (-10 lead paint exposure, -5 asbestos exposure) and finally, they are not feeding or using their wood stove properly, and are dumping unnecessary smoke into their living quarters (-5 poor air quality). Additionally, there are some individual maluses to consider as well:

Jim: has spent time outside in 17-degree weather, meaning that he takes an additional -23 to the Health Test.
Rebecca: has been eating below 800 calories, to ensure that more food is available for her children, meaning that she takes -15.
Dorena: (the eldest child) is also giving some of her food to her younger siblings, but she is ‘sickly’, so that means that the lead paint does -30, asbestos and air quality does -15 for both, and then the poor diet does -30.
Osmund and Wilhelmina, the twins, have no additional maluses.

So that means that:
Jim has -68, Rebecca has -60, Dorena -110, Osmund and Wilhelmina -45 each.
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>>4425338
So that will means Rebecca and Wilhelmina are sick. Then two rolls of 1d20 would be used to determine what they had caught; and the process would go from there.

Anyway, there is one vote for Slight Gimp. I'll leave this up for a little bit longer, and spend this time balancing out the combat system. One final thing, considering that the tank on the tank-thing is empty, will will need to buy some diesel fuel in town. You have enough money on hand to buy 0.342 of a full tank; but unless you manage to overcome your frugal nature, you will only buy 30 gallons or 0.078 of a full tank, just enough to get the tank thing home. To see if you manage this, please roll 3 1d20; getting 40 or higher means that you spend all money on hand (what remains from the 500 dollars that Reaves gave you) on diesel. If you manage to get 50 or higher, you'll spend even more, buying a full tank, 385 gallons of diesel for 1001 dollars.

Three rolls of 1d20 please, and don't forget that the vote for the character's affliction is still open (with only one vote cast for Slight Gimp)
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>>4425217
>slight gimp
I want four eyed but we arent getting new glasses ever.
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>>4425308
This. unless we have an optician as a best friend that we can shelter at our place, limp seems to be the lesser evil.
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QM, I guess glasses technology is like in the 80s, with very heavy glass lenses and big frames? Because the plastics glasses and flexible titanium frames that they have today will only scratch but never really break. I know because I drop mine often enough.
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>>4425308
>>4425462
>>4425501
>>4425504
Alright, that seems to be a consensus accepting four eyes as our character's impairment. Before we continue with the scene at the Morrison Farm, we will need to roll to determine if we have the resolve to overcome our frugal nature, and buy more than just the bare minimum of gas for the tank-thing.

>3 rolls of 1d20; you are trying to beat 40 to spend the remaining portion of the 500 dollars you got from Reaves, or if you manage to be 50, you'll shell out the 1001 dollars needed to fill the entire tank.
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4425512
>Alright, that seems to be a consensus accepting four eyes as our character's impairment
aaaaaaaaaaah
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>>4425504
And yes to your question about glasses design. It is also worth noting that consumer products made of titanium would be much rarer in this world, considering that the two largest producers are China and Russia (together under a unified Soviet Union); together they account for slightly more than half of the world's total production of titanium sponge. It is also reasonable to assume that what titanium was available to the Free World would be tied up in the production of 'mechs'.

>>4425513
Jesus, I must be tired. Sorry, there is a consensus for 'Slight Gimp'. Also, great roll; considering that money is going to become practically worthless in a matter of hours, it is in the best interest for our character to spend like a motherfucker. Unfortunately, that goes against every fiber of his frugal being.
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>4425512
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>4425512
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>>4425543
>>4425528
>>4425513
Well, our character wasn't able to convince themselves to purchase the full tanks worth of diesel, but they did manage to psych themselves up into spending the rest of the money that they were paid from cleaning out the dooryard. As it is, I'm comically misreading posts, so I'll call it for tonight.

Tomorrow's session will be getting into the tank, briefly returning to the town to purchase fuel, and then trying to sneak nearly 50 tons worth of roaring and clattering metal back to your homestead. You will not be at risk of damaging or foundering the tank for the first time out, though if you aren't carefully, you could run the risk of destroying property, upsetting neighbors, and getting in legal trouble; though considering what's on the horizon, prosecuting you would be the least of the towns worries. So don't worry too much, getting caught and arrested is not a game over.
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>The old Morrison Farm at approximately 1:10pm.

The stubborn morning mist had finally been dissipated, but the ground was still more than a little wet as you trekked your way over to what you were now almost affectionately referring to as your ‘tank-thing’, with the keys in hand, in the hopes that one of them would open or start her up; though now that you think about it, you don’t know if tanks have keyed ignition. Of course, you do not know how to drive a tank either, but you have decided that your lack of knowledge should not stop you from trying. Reaves had seemed like a good guy, but at the first vague possibility of liability he started welching and whining, knowing that he was torpedoing your bottom line, and that he could change the agreement to suit himself, less than an hour after he had agreed to it for a [b}second time[/b]. Really, when you think of it, it was an ass move. Come to think of it, he did not even offer to source or pay for the materials to reinforce his ‘doomed’ shack; instead, he dumped all that responsibility for you.

>You are FRUSTRATED with Jim Reaves

Well, whatever. You do not need to be friends with your clients, and if he is going to try to put himself first, then that means the onus is on you to put yourself first instead. A good place to start as any would be to get this ‘tank-thing’ hauled off of the property, before he reports it or some such bullshit. Unfortunately, there seems to be an issue; the fuel tank in the back is completely empty; and the label instructing to use diesel fuel and lists the capacity as 385 gallons is going to be a sticking point; at 2.60 a gallon, filling this thing up will be an eye watering expenditure.

But even worse than that, the hatches all have been modified to have locks integrated into them. And after several-several minutes of trying every key on the ring, none of them open the farm made bar locks. Again, judging by the nearly professional bead on the weld, by the same Morrison who rebuilt the decommissioned machine guns, welded up the maceration barrel, and was responsible for your new hammer had made this. How are you going to get into the tank-thing?
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>>4425797
>You will need to return to the homestead anyway to pick up your fuel trailer to fill up the tank-thing’s tank. Grab a generator and some power tools and cut and drill your way through. Will destroy the locks and might do cosmetic damage to the hull of the tank itself.

>You will try to enter the farmhouse with what you suspect to be the farmhouse key, to search for another set of keys, a set that will hopefully have keys to this thing. (Could take some time)

>You know a guy in town; a felon named Fleckkers; who apparently was a burglar, safecracker and all-around sneakthief; who after being released from prison somehow managed to retire at the age of 28 into a really nice federal style house in the town's historical district. He always struck you as a decent enough guy, and you looked the other way several times when you found him hunting out of season, so by your estimation, he owes you a favor.
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>>4425800
>>You will try to enter the farmhouse with what you suspect to be the farmhouse key, to search for another set of keys, a set that will hopefully have keys to this thing. (Could take some time)

This seems worth a shot and, if Reaves finds us, we can reasonably be 'cleaning out the farmhouse'.
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>>4425797
>>You will try to enter the farmhouse with what you suspect to be the farmhouse key, to search for another set of keys, a set that will hopefully have keys to this thing. (Could take some time)

I mean, the Morrison being what they are, I fully expect them to keep the tank keys in a bowl near the entrance.

anyone else tempted to use the crane to try and dismantle the shack so the things inside don´t get damaged? Or just destroying it in a rampage
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>>4425817
I hadn't thought about it, but I am now moved to extreme temptation
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>>4425800
>You will need to return to the homestead anyway to pick up your fuel trailer to fill up the tank-thing’s tank. Grab a generator and some power tools and cut and drill your way through. Will destroy the locks and might do cosmetic damage to the hull of the tank itself.

I'm afraid that once we go into the house we will get distracted by some other shit and eventually reaves will catch up.
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>>4426070
but then again this will only get you inside the tank,might not be able to ignite without a key?
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>>4426077
Our character is mechanically adept enough to recognize the completely key-less ignition switch once they are inside the tank. I've looked into it, and the Patton tanks, which the M728 Combat Engineer Vehicle is based off of did not have keys, so I would assume that our 'tank-thing' doesn't have a keyed ignition either.

In case that changes anyone's mind, I'll leave this up for a few minutes more.
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>>4425800
>You know a guy in town; a felon named Fleckkers; who apparently was a burglar, safecracker and all-around sneakthief; who after being released from prison somehow managed to retire at the age of 28 into a really nice federal style house in the town's historical district. He always struck you as a decent enough guy, and you looked the other way several times when you found him hunting out of season, so by your estimation, he owes you a favor.
Let's make friends with this guy, it will be useful later
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>>4426278
Alright, change of plans. We cannot let the tank be seen and we can´t get the safe-cracker fast enough he can open it before Jim Fucking Reaves arrives and asks to get OUR tank.

>Grab a tarp or whatever you can find to shelter it. Cover the fucker up. Make it look mishappen. Make sure the tarp is from the farm so it is suitably dirty and fits with the idea this is salvage we haven´t gotten around grabbing. We can later tell Reaves he let some salvage and we will get it tomorrow. Then we can arrive with the safecracker.

If there isn´t a tarp or whatever near:

>Enter the house and start salvaging it. There has to be something you can cover the tank with in there.
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>>4426336
You do have enough tarps on hand to cover up the tank.

>>4426336
Cover up tank, get Fleckkers over here.
>>4426332
Get Fleckkers over here
>>4426070
Search in the house
>>4425804
Search in the house

And the remaining vote was withdrawn; there is currently a tie. I will wait about 15 minutes, and then I will roll to see what exactly we do next.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4426398
Call Fleckkers on a roll of 1
Head into the house and look specifically some keys on a roll of 2
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It is not that you would be opposed to bringing Fleckkers on board with you, it is just that you think you can probably move this along much quicker by simply finding the key. The brand on the strike face for the key is Crinks, a home security company that makes better-than-decent locks; odds are that if you find a Crinks key around this place, you have found the tank key. You work on an excuse to give to Reaves if he shows up here again today as you try to conceal the ‘tank-thing’ as best as you possibly can, using brush and then later tarpaulins from your truck. You ultimately decide to pretend that you heard animal noises inside the house, correctly guessed that this was the key, and then headed inside to do your duty as an animal control officer. Satisfied with your prepared excuse, and done with your camouflage job on the tank; (the end result looks sloppy, but sloppy is not out of place here (excluding the welds, of course)), you head over to the farmhouse, and try the Painted House Key. Lucky you, it works!

>In Inventory, Painted House Key becomes Morrison Farmhouse Key

With that taken care you, you head on inside. It is approximately 1:30pm.

>This is the first time you have ever been inside the Morrison farmhouse; your unfamiliarity confers -2 to searches, and the poor lighting inside (even during the day, and with your full power ‘Streamlight’ you got out of your truck) confers another -1.

Please provide 3 rolls of 1d20-3 for the Search Test for the keys to the tank in the entryway and kitchen areas of the house.
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Rolled 15 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>4426493
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Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>4426493
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Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>4426493
Be nice RNGesus
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>>4426552
I could've sworn I put a minus there but whatever, a roll's a roll
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>>4426554
>>4426552
>>4426539
>>4426535

>Entryway to the Morrison Farmhouse, at approximately 1:40

You spend several minutes in the entry way area; and notice several interesting odds and ends to look into later, but the chipped cast iron bowl on top of the old wooden desk siting by the door does not contain the keys that you are looking for (though it does have what appears to be several-several-several dollars worth of change, and an old pill bottle that has had its label removed, and been filled with ... .38 special. You have never seen anyone store rounds in a pill bottle before, but honestly, for storing loose rounds, you could probably do a lot worse. It is possible that one of the Morrison's carried a .38; could be around somewhere. But the bowl, or the desk under it, or the cubbyholes on the opposite side of the entry way have any keys, let alone the one you are looking for. You find several nails that were driven into the walls, but unless the Morrison's were unusually tall, these seem to be a better height to hang jackets instead of keys.

Your search in the kitchen goes much quicker, though that is because the place has been emptied and gutted of fixtures and appliances. Unfortunate, perhaps. Or perhaps not; you'd probably never be able to sell any appliances you pulled from here, considering the reputation of the former owners. Not to mention, if the refrigerator was still here, it would probably be a morass of mold and abandoned food.

(The net progress of the search 1/X)

You will now head into the larger living room area. Please, another set of 3 1d20-3 to determine how you are doing. Also, later, you can spend some time, to run a Search Test for Old Man Morrison's carry piece.
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Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>4426595
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>>4426595
Typographical error! Previous post should read;

But the bowl, or the desk under it, or the cubbyholes on the opposite side of the entry way do not have any keys, let alone the one you are looking for.
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>>4426600
To get a negative modifier, you need to write 1d20+-3.
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Rolled 16, 9 - 3 = 22 (2d20 - 3)

Hmm, perhaps I wasn't clear about what I was looking for; or perhaps the quest lags whenever I do these search and inspection bits. Undaunted, I will continue.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>4426595
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>Living Room of the Morrison Farmhouse, at approximately 2:00pm

The living room looks like several bombs have gone off, though considering that you have found a tank on the property, one that could potentially be armed it is, perhaps using that simile so cavalierly is tempting fate, somehow. There is enough of a mess that this is going to take some time to pick through; but given the presence of tools and small pieces of equipment scattered throughout the room, it seems that the Morrisons used the living room both as intended, and as a storage area. It seems insane, but as you pick your way through the room, you realize that out of the available structures to store things in, their house was probably the safest and warmest spot for potentially delicate articles.

Your attention is drawn to a chair, as a worn-down looking air compressor has been in front of a chair, so it could be used as a ‘rustic’ foot stool. It takes a second, but you recognize the chair as the mate of the one that is sitting in the carport, being used to store broken and burnt out light bulbs. Oddly enough, this chair does not have the obvious cat scratches that the other one did. In fact, none of the upholstery that you can see has any signs of cat or animal damage. It strikes you as passingly strange. You snap out of your reflections when you see a loose stack of manuals; you thumb through them, but none are for a tank, unfortunately. Still, definitely worth keeping, if for no other reason than to have an idea of what to look for around the place.

Having been working largely by the light of your ‘Streamlight’, you try to get some more light in the room, by opening up the interior shutters. Unfortunately, between the weatherproofing film and the exterior shutters, there is not any more light available for this room. There is however, plenty more to go through in this room. (The net progress of the search 4/X)

>Please, could 2 anons roll 1d20-3 for the next set of Search Tests? I will use >>4426809 as the third of the three rolls.
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Rolled 1 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>4426842
inb4 I fucked it up again somehow
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Rolled 5 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>4426842
Rollan'
>>4426846
yeah, you did it again.
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>>4426846
Ev~Uh~Ree~ things bad!
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Hmm. I'm going back to sleep. In the mean time, here is an overnight character vote.
Your answer will have a role in determining what position you take in an important political debate that the residents of Debouche will be having soon.

What makes a decision the 'right' decision?

>Majority Rule; a decision that is supported by the majority of people that would be affected by that decision is inherently the fairest decision, and therefore must be the 'right' one.
>The Law; even if it was unbalanced and unfair, societies that have a rule of law outperform analogous societies that do not. The Law, in both the philosophical and practical senses turns nature into civilization, it is clear that following whatever the law is as closely as possible will always be the best, safest and most sustainable course, as an individual citizen and as a collective society. Logically, this must be the 'right' course.
>Utility; whatever action that provides the greatest net benefit to the greatest number of people, while doing the least net harm to the least amount of people is the best action. Using this framework, one can determine what must be the 'right' decision in any conceivable instance.
>Personal Utility; whatever action that ensures the greatest net benefit to yourself, while providing net benefit if possible to as many others as possible, or if not, then ensuring that the least net harm is done to the least amount of people. Using this framework, one can determine what must be the 'right' decision in any conceivable instance.
>Objectivity; there are things that are objectively true, by extension, there are decisions that are objectively 'right' and objectively 'wrong'. By accumulating information, and working the problem through logically, you will be able to come to the 'right' decision.
>Technocratic Objectivity; there are things that are objectively true, by extension, there are decisions that are objectively 'right' and objectively 'wrong'. But is isn't enough to simply give everyone information, and hope that they all come to the 'right' decision, no, individuals knowledgeable about the issue at hand are the only ones who can be relied upon to make a 'right' decision, even if all of the information is available on hand for everyone
>Secular Morality/Social Mores: Society is the ultimate arbiter of right and wrong; as ultimately, it will be what the laws will eventually be written to reflect. What it deems acceptable is almost always in the best interest of the society as a whole. Society is more dynamic than the law, but in turn is more tempered than straight majority rule.
>Christian Morality: The lessons passed down in the Good Book are the ultimate arbiter of right and wrong; as ultimately, it is the word of God. What He deems righteous is always in the best interest of our collective societies and our individual souls, both for our time in this world and in the next.
>There is no such thing as a 'right' decision.
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>>4427041
>Objectivity; there are things that are objectively true, by extension, there are decisions that are objectively 'right' and objectively 'wrong'. By accumulating information, and working the problem through logically, you will be able to come to the 'right' decision.
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>>4427041
>Christian Morality

Amen
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>Still in the Living Room of the Morrison Farmhouse, at approximately 2:20pm

Continuing to pick your way through the living room, you are still not seeing keys. This is beginning to get frustrating, though you are still holding out hope you can find the key to the Crinks lock. But several more minutes pass, and you are unable to find the damned thing. There are only so many places that it could be too; and you find your hope flagging a bit. You take a seat on the twin to the ruined light-bulb chair outside in the carport and take a break from digging through the trash in this room. Working, as you do, cleaning away lifetimes worth of trash and property, you get tantalizing glimpses into the lives of the people who lived (and in unfortunate cases, died) on the property that would become your job site. Part of what makes them tantalizing, however, is that they are incomplete, and in the absence of the original occupants who were responsible for the messes that you were cleaning, completely subject to your interpretation of what you find. The chair, the arts and crafts in the trailer, the maceration barrel, the fucking ‘tank-thing’; all of these are paint a colorful image of a family that you knew only by reputation. Well, time to get back to work, you suppose. The lighting is still lousy, but your familiar with the living room here, or at least this portion of it, so you have that going for you now.
(The net progress of the search is 3/6)

>So long as you remain in this portion of the living room, you are now able to roll 3 1d20-1 for the Search Test. Considering the importance of the vote,>>4427041, I’ll let it stay up a bit longer.

>Please 3 rolls of 1d20-1, and don't forget to vote on >>4427041 if you have not yet.
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Rolled 13 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>4427222
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Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>4427222
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>>4427286
Don't forget to vote for >>4427041!
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>>4427041
Objectivity.
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Rolled 5 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>4427222
>Objectivity; there are things that are objectively true, by extension, there are decisions that are objectively 'right' and objectively 'wrong'. By accumulating information, and working the problem through logically, you will be able to come to the 'right' decision.
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>>4427041
>Personal Utility; whatever action that ensures the greatest net benefit to yourself, while providing net benefit if possible to as many others as possible, or if not, then ensuring that the least net harm is done to the least amount of people. Using this framework, one can determine what must be the 'right' decision in any conceivable instance.
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>>4427387
>>4427383
>>4427375
>>4427365
>>4427312
>>4427286
Alright, I'm going to get to writing up the next bit in a minute; but I'll leave the big vote up, so everyone can get their say in.
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>Still in the Living Room of the Morrison Farmhouse, at approximately 2:40pm.

This is becoming a real drag; your enthusiasm and speed has seriously started to wane, even as you get comfortable moving around the gloom in the living room. You shift through a pile of classifieds, trying to check the surface underneath it, there is an unmistakable jingling sound of keys! With the pep back in your step (or in this case, in your shuffling) you tear through the pile, and finally find a second ring of keys; unlike the larger set kept around the post (and now in your pocket), there are fewer larger keys, all but one stamped with logos of farm equipment brands. A cow tag, the small plastic placard that would hang from the ear of a cow (in lieu of branding it) has the words ‘Spare Equipment’ written over it, in neatly lettered block text.

>Added to personal inventory; ‘Morrison Spare Equipment Keys’

While is seems that most of them are worthless, considering that the equipment that went to them has presumably been sold off, the one key that is not branded with logos for farming equipment has a fairly subtle ‘Crinks’ stamped on it. This is probably it! Your immediate response is to rush outside, but you nearly go flying when you slip on a piece of paper that had been dumped on the floor in your search. You somehow manage to recover your balance, and as you more carefully stride out of the farmhouse, you reflect that as you have gotten older, your balance has noticeably improved, even if it is still isn’t that great.

At the foot of the tank-thing, you cast one glance over your shoulder, looking to see is the Reaves are driving up right now. But you are alone here; just you and who know how many tons of what might be the greatest find of your life! As mentioned before, the M728 Combat Engineer Vehicle weighs, at combat weight 47.4 tons. This unit has been modified by grafting a backhoe and a bucket seat with the controls for it arm onto the back of the vehicle. To accommodate this arm when the A-frame crane is down, the rests for the crane have been shifted significantly up, adding a meter or so to the profile of the vehicle. You clamber on up, and after a minute of thought, try the top hatch on the turret first. The mate of the key and the lock is a bit sloppy, indicative of an end-consumer installation, but the key works!

>Added to personal inventory; ‘Tank-Thing Key’

The air inside is stale, but you cannot smell any moisture, just the smell of fuel and oil … with a distinct undertone (undersmell?) of gunpowder. Using your Streamlight, you look around the cramped compartment. There are four seats, and none of them have anything that looks like a steering wheel in front of them, either.
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>>4427859
Please, 2 rolls of 1d6 for the Heavy Handling Skill Test. CR is 7; if he gets a 7 or better, he figures out which one is the driver’s seat. If he fails, then he will need to go into town and either find a book on tanks at the Memorial Library, or find someone who would know or be able to figure it out.

Also, if you haven' t please vote in >>4427041
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>>4427365
I did vote, different ID as I am on the road.
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>4427861
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>4427861
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>>4427890
Sheeeeit
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You take an embarrassingly long time coming to the conclusion that you have no idea which seat the driver is even supposed to sit in. You are well and truly out of your depth here; you will need to either find and recruit someone who knows how to drive a tank, could figure out how to drive a tank, or find a book on tanks at the Memorial Library. Oh well, you were going to need to head into town to get the diesel. On your way to the filling station, who do you try to see?

>Frederick 'Tinman' Tinn, a heavily armed recluse with a military background. You don't know him personally, only through his reputation. Apparently, about a decade ago now, living on the far outskirts of Caribou, Maine, he shot and killed a police officer who was on his property unannounced while they were (technically illegally) looking for evidence in a firearms case against him. Your co-workers in Debouche's Public Safety Department were not particularly pleased that after all charges were dropped he decided to move here. The men of the Sheriff's Office are fairly open about their hate for him, and it appears to be mutually reciprocated. You don't know where Animal Control Officers stand in his estimation, but you if you got him involved, odds are he'd never tell anyone else; and chances are good he knows something with his background in the army.

>Marc Leblanc, a French Canadian part-time tinkerer and retired machinist. When you run into a piece of equipment that you don't know how to get working, or even recognize what it is supposed to be, Leblanc is your go to man to get it straight. He lives with his (much younger) wife Maeve on a winterized lakeside cabin. He does small engine repairs now, to keep himself busy in retirement. Previously, he worked as a machinist and then as the shop foreman for a manufacturer of logging equipment, on the other side of the border in Newfoundland. He is a really nice guy, and even if he doesn't know how to drive a tank, you are sure that he could teach himself on the fly.

>Got Books? Just head into the library, and see if you can quietly find a book on tanks that explains how to operate them without involving anyone else.

Also, if you haven't voted for >>4427041; please do so. It is a very important vote.
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>>4427999
>Marc Leblanc, a French Canadian part-time tinkerer and retired machinist. When you run into a piece of equipment that you don't know how to get working, or even recognize what it is supposed to be, Leblanc is your go to man to get it straight. He lives with his (much younger) wife Maeve on a winterized lakeside cabin. He does small engine repairs now, to keep himself busy in retirement. Previously, he worked as a machinist and then as the shop foreman for a manufacturer of logging equipment, on the other side of the border in Newfoundland. He is a really nice guy, and even if he doesn't know how to drive a tank, you are sure that he could teach himself on the fly.

both these guys sound like useful connections in the apocalypse but this one is far less likely to shoot us.
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>>4427999
>Marc Leblanc, a French Canadian part-time tinkerer and retired machinist. When you run into a piece of equipment that you don't know how to get working, or even recognize what it is supposed to be, Leblanc is your go to man to get it straight. He lives with his (much younger) wife Maeve on a winterized lakeside cabin. He does small engine repairs now, to keep himself busy in retirement. Previously, he worked as a machinist and then as the shop foreman for a manufacturer of logging equipment, on the other side of the border in Newfoundland. He is a really nice guy, and even if he doesn't know how to drive a tank, you are sure that he could teach himself on the fly.
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>Frederick 'Tinman' Tinn, a heavily armed recluse with a military background. You don't know him personally, only through his reputation. Apparently, about a decade ago now, living on the far outskirts of Caribou, Maine, he shot and killed a police officer who was on his property unannounced while they were (technically illegally) looking for evidence in a firearms case against him. Your co-workers in Debouche's Public Safety Department were not particularly pleased that after all charges were dropped he decided to move here. The men of the Sheriff's Office are fairly open about their hate for him, and it appears to be mutually reciprocated. You don't know where Animal Control Officers stand in his estimation, but you if you got him involved, odds are he'd never tell anyone else; and chances are good he knows something with his background in the army.
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I'll leave this vote up for another half hour or so; also, anon, >>4428228; did you cast a vote for >>4427041 yet? I'm thinking of closing that bigger vote when it has been more than 24 hours since I posted it.
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>>4427999
>Marc Leblanc, a French Canadian part-time tinkerer and retired machinist. When you run into a piece of equipment that you don't know how to get working, or even recognize what it is supposed to be, Leblanc is your go to man to get it straight. He lives with his (much younger) wife Maeve on a winterized lakeside cabin. He does small engine repairs now, to keep himself busy in retirement. Previously, he worked as a machinist and then as the shop foreman for a manufacturer of logging equipment, on the other side of the border in Newfoundland. He is a really nice guy, and even if he doesn't know how to drive a tank, you are sure that he could teach himself on the fly.
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>>4428367
I’ll vote for Christian ethics
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>>4428367
Changing my vote here >>4427387
to Objectivity.
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Alright, with a three to one lead, I'll close this for heading to see Leblanc. >>4427041 is still open, I will close it in the morning.
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>Dooryard of the Morrison Farm, at approximately 3:00pm

Both before you came to live here in Debouche, and during that hard first Winter on the homestead, three years ago now, you tried to live self-sufficiently; or at least, that is how you explained it to mother. What actually happened is that you had no money left for anything after insisting that you purchase the homestead outright in cash as to not take on any debt, an idea you abhorred back then. So, you were self-sufficient in same way that a homeless bum is, by necessity, with limited safety and no dignity. Still, that would have been doable. What made it harder than it needed to be is that without any means to repay help offered, you were unwilling to seek out that help, as you did not want to be indebted to anyone. Living like that made what was going to be difficult turn into going to be a failure.

And from several objective standpoints, you did indeed fail. You spent the entire Winter sick, you lost birds, you lost equipment, you lost an entire shed. There were spans of fever where it could be said that you might have lost your mind; and not figuratively, or with any sense of exaggeration. Crawling out of that meat grinder, you were more willing to approach others, and even take on debt, be it in the fiscal or the social senses, to prevent that miserable Winter from repeating. One of the people that you approached for help was Leblanc. His cabin is still on this side of the town center, so swinging by and talking him into this should take you that much off of schedule. Besides, the Reaves have disappeared like a breeze in the wind, you do not when you will see them again. You return to your truck and re-hitch the beaver trailer, and then you head out to get back to your homestead and pick up your diesel tank trailer, but not after you stop on the way to close and lock the gate behind you.

>Backroads of Debouche, Maine, approximately 3:05pm

Driving, you find yourself thinking about that first terrible Winter, and how it moderated your once hardline opposition to taking on debt, be it in the forms of loans, or personal favors or assistance that you could not immediately repay. You wonder if any of your other beliefs or ideals are as ‘flexible’. You do not know if you would consider yourself a Good person, as you do not really do anything for anyone else (unless you are paid), but at the very least, you try to do the right thing, at least, to the extent that you can. But, what decides if something is the ‘right’ thing to do?

>>4427091 Objectivity
>>4427204 Christian Morality
>>4427375 Objectivity
>>4427387 Personal Utility (Rescinded)
>>4428413 Christian Morality
>>4428462 Objectivity

Well, in your mind, there are things that are objectively true, so by extension, there are decisions that will be objectively 'right' and decisions that will be objectively 'wrong'. From there, it is a matter of figuring out the best or most practical of the 'right' decisions.
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>>4429137
Alright, you have your 'moral compass' established. I'm going to get lunch, and then I will get a post up about you meeting Leblanc.
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>>4429150
Actually, slight change of plans. I have some stuff to do around the house; I'll probably have a post up later. At the very least, there will be an overnight vote. Sorry for jerking you guys around.
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>Dooryard of the Leblanc Cabin, Sandy Bay of Mooseleg Lake, Debouche, Maine, approximately 3:40pm

After becoming 342 dollars poorer at Debouche Gas, and dealing with that August Halm, whose notoriety as a grating nag and busybody gave rise to his businesses’ nickname ‘Douche Gas’, you pull in off of the dirt road in your smaller truck with the diesel trailer rattling and sloshing behind you. One of the doors and both of the bays to Marc’s shop are wide open, but he does not seem to be working, though both his truck and Maeve’s car is here. Of course, that does not mean that he is home, he very well could be out on the lake. As you walk up to the front of the cabin, you do not see any signs that he is in. The hours listed for his shop, next to his front door indicate that his repair shop is open until 4:00pm on Thursdays, and he usually is not one to take off early. You ring the bell, but after a minute, there is no answer. You look to the other cabins nearby, thinking maybe someone nearby had seen him, but they all appear to be summer cabins, their owners have left them empty for the off season.

You ring the bell one more time, and wait another minute, but there still is not any response. Hmm. You look around again; did you miss something?

>Please, three rolls of 1d6!

If you have already rolled and there isn't anyone else rolling, after 15 minutes or so, you may roll again. Also, no one ever managed to figure out the logo on the box in the shed. I'll give you all another clue, to make up for this unexpected lapse today. 'Defense Contractor'.
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Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>4429472
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dice+1d6
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>>4429590
Well that’s embarrassing
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>>4429593
You need to put dice+1d6 in the options field to roll. To roll a positive modifier you would need to type dice+1d6+1. To roll a negative modifier you would need to type dice+1d6+-1.
>>4429547
You can roll again, if you are still around.
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>4429653
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>>4429686
If you are up for it, you can roll again. You are trying to beat an 8, so you'll need to roll a 4.
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Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>4429727
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>Dooryard of the Leblanc Cabin, Sandy Bay of Mooseleg Lake, Debouche, Maine, approximately 3:40pm

At some point, while you were waiting here, you had thought to look for a note, maybe something like 'Gone Fishing' or uh, would it be 'Parti Poissonnier?*' Well, it certainly would not be 'poisson', that is just 'fish'. You know a fair deal of French words, but when you move from French vocabulary to French grammar, you just can't keep up. But regardless as to whatever the French for 'Gone Fishing' is, there is no note here, as far as you can see.

>Net Roll 7
>Required Roll 8
Perception Test Failed

Eh, whatever. You can come back later, to see if he returned; you have called on him well after the dinner hour before, so you don't feel that it would be some sort of great imposition on your part. Or you could try the Tinman, but the later it got the more on edge he'd probably be. Or, if you wanted to try your hand at deciphering the Dewey decimal system, you could try the Memorial Library for a book on tanks, but it is going to close at 5:00pm on weekdays. Come to think of it, you were going to pick up some animal feed at the Prague Farmers Union, and that closes at 6:00pm. Or, you could wait here a bit to see if he came back.

>Wait here 20 minutes
>Wait here 40 minutes
>Wait here 60 minutes

>Leave note for Leblanc and go to Prague Farmer's Union
>Leave note for Leblanc and go to Memorial Library
>Leave note for Leblanc and go to Tinn

>Do not leave note for Leblanc and go to Prague Farmer's Union (Leblanc will not be involved until you speak with him)
>Do not leave note for Leblanc and go to Memorial Library (Leblanc will not be involved until you speak with him)
>Do not leave note for Leblanc and go to Tinn (Leblanc will not be involved until you speak with him)
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>Leave note for Leblanc and go to Prague Farmer's Union
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>>4429817
Hey I can roll now
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>>4429803
>Leave note for Leblanc and go to Prague Farmer's Union
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>>4429823
>>4429817
Alright, consider this closed for heading to the Farmers Union.
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>Dooryard of the Leblanc Cabin, Sandy Bay of Mooseleg Lake, Debouche, Maine, approximately 3:40pm

Well, whatever. You will swing back to your place, grab some more money and then head over to the Union next; odds are he will be back soon. You take a pen and a small, battered notepad out of your pocket, and jot down a quick note for Marc, and jam it in his door frame. As you head back over to your truck, there is the sound of chattering and rustling above you. You look up, and notice a gray squirrel appraising you for a moment, before continuing on its way along the uppermost branches of the tall, old pines here. Marc’s cabin, as well as the others in the area are all surrounded by mature pine trees; when you look up, you can barely see the sky through their collective canopy. The shade is nice, but the pine pollen, needles, nuts and cones must be a pain, not to mention the danger of these trees falling on someone’s house. Grandfather always said that you can get a feel for how optimistic someone is by seeing how many trees on their property were big and tall enough to fall on their house.

>Town Center of Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:10pm.

After having returned home, grabbed more money and switched back into the farm truck, as to better haul the feed, you have returned back into the town center. Well, you are finally going to be able to finish something today … or at least, you would think so. Your older model battery radio you keep hanging on your belt, except when you are driving, you leave it on the passenger seat then, snaps on.

“Reginald? You there Reginald?” Taking your eyes of the road for a second, you grab for the radio quickly. Enda, the secretary for Debouche Public Safety is notoriously short of patience, you do not want to keep her waiting any longer than you have to. She is eight years into what was supposed to be a temporary stint of double duty as secretary and second shift dispatcher, so her temper is at least understandable. As well as how she is able to completely ignore any and all CB etiquette.

“Yes ma’am, right here. I am right here.” You hear what could be a snort on the other end of the line. “Yeah, okay. It is going to be one hell of a job, controlling this animal”
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>>4429982
“There is a young adult moose.”

Oh no.

“A bull moose, not being that aggressive.”

Oh no.

“It isn’t rutting season for them, is it?

Oh no Edna, it is.

“It is stuck in a pool, at the ‘Kate’. They said it had bloody antlers, but that just means they are getting ready to shed, right? ”

Oh no Edna, it means they are getting ready to fight other bulls for the rutting season.

“They still got guests there, and they are all rubbernecking from the comfort of their rooms right now. Management there does not want you to kill it; would be bad for business. I said that if he served moose steaks to the guests, then it would probably be a wash, but he did not want to hear it. How soon can you be at the ‘Kate’?”

Oh fuck.

The ‘Kate’, the Katahdin Inn is probably the best, and certainly the most expensive of the travel accommodations around Mooseleg Lake. It is also only a few minutes away. If you were to answer honestly, and then go straight there, this job probably would take longer than the Union was open. If you were to lie, however, and say that you were further away than you are, and quickly got the feed, you would probably be able to get there before anything serious happened.

>[Lie] “I am about … 20 minutes away right now. I will head over immediately.” (Continues on to Prague Farmers Market)
>[Truth] “I am about 3 minutes away right now. I will head over immediately.” (Head on over to the ‘Kate’)
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>>4429993
>Head on over to the ‘Kate’

As tempting as it is to lie, word gets around small towns really quickly and it would be best to not have someone at the Sheriff's office pissed at us.
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>[Lie] “I am about … 20 minutes away right now. I will head over immediately.” (Continues on to Prague Farmers Market)
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>>4429993
>[Truth] “I am about 3 minutes away right now. I will head over immediately.” (Head on over to the ‘Kate’)
Shoot it. say it came charging at us.
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>>4429993

>[Truth] “I am about 3 minutes away right now. I will head over immediately.” (Head on over to the ‘Kate’)
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Alright, I'll get to writing this scene. It should be up later tonight. I have a few things to do, and I don't know how long they will take, so I don't want to commit to a time that I can't keep. Consider this vote closed. Also, any more guesses for >>4420364? The additional clue was Defense Contractor
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>>4420507
No idea myself, but if other anons want to look, this is probably a good place to start

>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Manufacturing_companies_disestablished_in_the_20th_century
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>Town Center of Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:10pm.
This is beginning to get ridiculous. Most days you need to find things to do with your time, but today it has just been one thing after another. You have never received a call about a nuisance moose before, much less one that is ‘stuck’ in a pool. Odds are that you will have to shoot the damned thing, over the objections of the ‘Kate’s’ management; but that also will mean that you are going to need to be on hand for the cleanup of the remains, which for a moose, would be an incredible amount of work. But even as you were worrying that you might miss out on the feed today, you know that if you shirked your duty like that, odds are it would get out. Grimacing, you drive past the Prague Farmer’s Union, and head on over to the ‘Kate’.

>Katahdin Inn’s Parking Lot, Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:15pm.
Immediately after you pulled into the parking lot, you started tearing off your dirty clothes. You are required to respond to calls in uniform, and you find, as silly as it is, that wearing a uniform elicits more respect. At least from most people, you doubt that a uniform will improve your standing with the Tinman, or others like him. You reach for your waxed canvas garment bag, a piece of luggage that you found in your other line of work, pull out your carefully folded uniform and dress as quickly as you can. You practically fall out of the truck, in your haste to get dressed and get moving, but you manage to recover your balance. God, your legs are aching today. Retrieving your belt, and clipping your radio back to it, you begin to head over to what appears to be the pool area, when you notice that you are being waved over, by someone sitting near a loading dock. Following the invitation, you head over to find an employee of the hotel, waiting for you. He speaks first.

“You with Animal Control?” Even facing what is easily the most serious call of your career here, you have to suppress a derisive snort. You are not with the department, you are the department. Still, you manage to maintain some sense of decorum with a firm ‘yes’, and the kid turns to open the door, into the hotel. Which throws you for a bit of a loop; you can see the back fence the pool area from here, there is a staff door. And if you listen carefully, you can just barely make out over the ruckus of some nearby vent something that might sound like a moose splashing. The hallway the door opens into leads into the inn, away from the pool. Your confusion must be noticeable, because without prompting, the kid explains that the manager wants to speak with you first.

>This is ridiculous! You do not have the time for this. Insist that the kid let you straight into the pool so you can do your job.
>This is frustrating, but understandable. The manager probably has questions, and even if you have to put the moose down, you will have to speak to him regardless at some point. Might as well be now.
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>This is frustrating, but understandable. The manager probably has questions, and even if you have to put the moose down, you will have to speak to him regardless at some point. Might as well be now.
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>>4431314
>This is ridiculous! You do not have the time for this. Insist that the kid let you straight into the pool so you can do your job.
we're wasting too much time here. if he wants to talk he should go to the pool. Explain the present danger to the kid.
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>>4431314
>>This is frustrating, but understandable. The manager probably has questions, and even if you have to put the moose down, you will have to speak to him regardless at some point. Might as well be now.
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>>4431598
>>4431544
>>4431435
Alright, I'll try to get a post up, though even if I do, it will be an overnight vote. Writing.
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>Katahdin Inn Interior, Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:15pm.
You reluctantly allow yourself to be led into the ‘Kate’ by the teenaged employee. In a case like this, you are required to speak with the reporting party before taking any action, unless of course, human lives are in danger. As it seems that no one but the bull is in danger here, you are loosely obligated to speak with the reporting party, but that does not mean you are obligated, loosely or otherwise, to follow their instructions or requirements for a job. Just as you might not have arrest powers, but once you have been called out, you are not able to leave a scene, unless you are in imminent danger. Eventually, the hallway opens up into the lobby; coming out from underneath a grand foyer style stair; the reception for the inn is on your right, a massive river stone fireplace is on your left, and a harried looking man with a wispy combover stands fretting in front of a two story wall of windows, showing a glorious view of the lake. When he sees you, he turns to the kid, and addresses him by name, even though he is not wearing a name tag. It seems that this is the manager.

“Thanks for bringing him in Chip, could you go keep an eye on the pool again?” Chip nods, and his long shaggy hair flops down in front of face, completely obscuring his eyes. He heads out, down another hallway, without even bothering to fix his hair. The (presumed) manager turns to you, and introduces himself as David Allen, and as an afterthought, introduces his son, Chip, who just now is turning out of sight. Allen leads you to a pair of Adirondack chairs, set up with a small coffee table between them, by the banks of windows. With his back turned as he leads you over, you can not help but glance at the remains of his hair.

I guess hairlines really are a maternal thing, huh? But the second the two of you have sat down in the chairs, all mundane thoughts slip from your mind, as Allen begins to give you an account of the incident; you have to scramble to get your note pad out to start writing this stuff down. His report contains all of the salient information that you would need; it seems that despite his nervous disposition, Allen is also professional. After the accounting, he explains that there are still a few guests present, and that having a front row seat to a moose killing would be a terrible blow to the family hotel. Oh, well that would explain his level of concern.
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>>4432452
But that does not change what you can and will do here; though in light of these facts, you will try to be gentler than you would have otherwise been. “Mr. Allen, I am not … insensitive to your concerns about the reputation of your family business here. But by all accounts, that is a bull moose. Worse, a bull moose that has shed its velvet and is presumably in the rut; otherwise it probably would not have been comfortable coming this close to manmade structures. There is no safe way to-“

Allen interrupts you there, seizing upon the slip of your tongue. “But there is a way, isn’t there. You just are not comfortable with it, are you?” You slump into the chair; it seems that the rest of the man is much more persistent than his hairline. But he continues. “Well, I just need to get you comfortable with it then, don’t I?” And you slump further into the chair. You have been in circumstances like this before; where you have killed nuisance animals over the objections of the reporting party, and they have called Public Safety and tried to get you in trouble or out of a job. But even as the oddity around the office you may be, the other departments and the administration have covered for you, to their credit. It is fairly open and shut after all, once you have been called, the reporting party loses all control of the situation, only your judgments matter. Having complaints registered against you before you even do your job is a first though.

And it will remain a first until some later date. Allen does not go to call Public Safety or the Town Office (or like in one particularly memorable and humorous occasion, the Sheriff’s Office to report a ‘murder’). Instead, he remains seated, reaches into his blazer, and pulls out a wallet and a checkbook. Your eyes go wide. He thumbs through the bills, counting them, then slaps them down on the table between the two of you. “There is 840 dollars right here. I can write checks up to 5,000 dollars without needing any additional authorization. If you agree to get the moose out of there alive right now, the cash is yours, and I will write a 5,000 dollar check. A one-time consultancy fee for you to moose-proof the property at some later date of your choosing, as a private citizen.” This is a new one. But before you can even open your mouth, Allen keeps going. “This is perfectly legal; ask anyone. Cops can work as private security, why shouldn’t you be able to do this?”
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>>4432460
>[Justiciar Inclination and refusal] "I cannot break conduct like this, and needlessly endanger lives. I will also report you for attempting to bribe me. Now, take me to the moose, and I will put it down."

>[Paragon Inclination and refusal] "I cannot accept bribes like this, and as I cannot ensure that the only person that would be endangered by a live extraction is myself, I cannot in good consciousness not kill the moose. If you attempt to hinder me in any way, I will report you for obstruction and attempted bribery."

>[Paragon Inclination and acceptance] "If I am to be the only on endangered, then in consideration of the damage to the community that the bad press might cause, I will attempt a live extraction, but I cannot accept any bribes."

>[Pragmatic Inclination and refusal] "As I said. I am not insensitive to your position here, but it is too great of a personal risk; to life and limb in attempting a live extraction, and to reputation in accepting your … job offer."

>[Pragmatic Inclination and acceptance] "Well, if I am the only on in any danger, then I suppose that I could do this. Make the check payable to…"

>[Roguish Inclination and refusal] "Bribes are pretty serious business, and I don’t do checks. I am going to forget that you attempted to bribe me here, in exchange for the cash. So hand it over, and then I’ll go shoot your moose."

>[Roguish Inclination and acceptance] "This shack’s ‘reputation’ means that much to you, huh? You said that there are still customers here. I’ll do a live extraction, but before we do, why don’t the two of us head over to the reception desk’s till and then the hotel safe, and check for any other moose in there first, huh?"

>[Blackguard Inclination and refusal]. "First, why don’t we go check for moose in the reception desk’s till and the hotel’s safe for any other moose, then sure, don’t worry ‘buddy’, I'll uh ... I will take care of it." (You will accept the money and the signed check, attempt to negotiate for more, then simply kill the moose regardless. You can attempt to intimidate Allen into not canceling the check, or you can try to get to the bank before he manages to cancel it)
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Sorry for the delay. Classes have started again, so I need to schedule my time a bit more for these posts. That said, I'm sticking with doing multiple posts every day.
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>>4432460
>[Pragmatic Inclination and refusal] "As I said. I am not insensitive to your position here, but it is too great of a personal risk; to life and limb in attempting a live extraction, and to reputation in accepting your … job offer."
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>>4432470
>>[Paragon Inclination and refusal] "I cannot accept bribes like this, and as I cannot ensure that the only person that would be endangered by a live extraction is myself, I cannot in good consciousness not kill the moose. If you attempt to hinder me in any way, I will report you for obstruction and attempted bribery."

He's going to hate us either way, so let's at least get something that we can hold over him in the future: the bribery charge.
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>>4432964
+1
Just as killing a moose is not the same as killing a person, bribing an animal control officer is not the same as bribing a police officer. I somehow doubt law enforcement would take this very seriously so no good for big blackmail but maybe ok to shake some respect into the guy.
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>>4432470
Can we take a look at where the moose is first? Just see how dangerous it would be to try and get it out alive, both to ourselves and others. At the very least, see if we can get it out of sight of the tourists before killing it.
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>[Blackguard Inclination and refusal]. "First, why don’t we go check for moose in the reception desk’s till and the hotel’s safe for any other moose, then sure, don’t worry ‘buddy’, I'll uh ... I will take care of it." (You will accept the money and the signed check, attempt to negotiate for more, then simply kill the moose regardless. You can attempt to intimidate Allen into not canceling the check, or you can try to get to the bank before he manages to cancel it)
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>>4433060
You already have a fairly good idea of how dangerous it would be to attempt a live extraction, and currently, there is no one but the moose in the pool area; so anything you attempt will only put you, anyone else you rope in to help (like Chip or David) and the moose himself in danger.

On the off chance that this information influences anyone else to vote, or to change their votes, I will leave this one up, at least until I am out of classes for the day, approximately around noon.
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Alright, with no other posts, lets close this vote, and get right to it.

>>4432665 Pragmatic and Refuse (will not receive anything from Allen)
>>4432964 Paragon and Refuse (will not receive anything from Allen)
>>4433039 Paragon and Refuse (will not receive anything from Allen)
>>4433060 Clarifying question (answered >>4433446) but with no vote
>>4433116 Blackguard and "Accept" (will receive full bribe, possibly more)

Closing it for Paragon and Refuse.
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>Katahdin Inn Interior, Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:15pm.

>You chose the [Paragon] Inclination, and you Refused the bribe as well as the request for the live-extraction.

The money is so very tempting; you can not help but thing off all of the projects that you could finally finish around the homestead with that kind of no-strings-attached money. But the fantasy blanches and fades as you ponder the repercussions of taking a ‘job offer’ like this. Despite Allen’s insistence that this was legal, you are not entirely certain. Furthermore, even if this was somehow not a bribe in the legal sense, it definitely was one in the ethical sense. And just because something is not against the law, it does not follow that there are no repercussions for breaking or bending ethics. Even after three years in Debouche and the surrounding communities here, you still feel like an outsider among them, though that is no doubt partially caused by the remoteness of your homestead and your solitary nature.

If you had to take a guess as to what the community thought of you, it would probably be as an oddity, but a useful oddity, akin to a ‘brownie’ or house-elf; but instead of bowls of milk, they pay you with trash. There are others in the community who do odd jobs, like you, and who will pick through trash, again, like you, but none of them get the jobs that you do, none of them have standing agreements with Mr. Parasol, none of them are respected like you are, and you think that part of your success, part of the reason why you get the first crack at most of the jobs and the trash around the town is that respect. If it came out that you took a bribe like this …

You sigh and look down at your ragged steel-toed boots, completely out of place on an otherwise prim uniform. Its thoughts like these why you have never considered yourself a good person. A good person, at least, what you would think of a good person, would have their decision made the second they realized something might be illegal, or was unethical. You make your decisions after considering the outcomes; and it is the consequences of breaking the law or acting unethically that give you pause, not the acts themselves. Mother frequently told you that you were a good boy, and you had learned to not correct her, not to tell her how you feel about or see yourself, because that just upset her.
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>>4433694
Looking up, you see Allen’s face. He is looking at you, almost crestfallen; having probably figured that if you have not accepted it yet, you are not going to. Still, you have to say it. “Mr. Allen, I am sorry. Whatever exactly this offer is, I cannot accept it in good consciousness. Cornered animals are dangerous, and that is more or less what this moose is. It would be one thing if I could somehow guarantee that no one else would be in danger trying to pull that thing out of the pool, but I am just one guy here. Please, just let me do my job here, and we’ll just overlook-" you shift the money back towards him "-whatever exactly this is.” He definitely looks crestfallen right now, but you seem to have managed to soften the blow enough that he is not openly angry at you.

It is his turn to sigh. “You are right, of course. I am sorry. This place just means a lot to our family. I did not want to be one helming it through some sort of marring debacle. I … suppose you should see to it now.” He puts the money and the checkbook back, stands up and starts to lead you out of the lobby. As the two of you are entering the hallway that leads to the pool area, however, you can hear shouting and the angry bellowing of the bull. There is a loud metallic clatter, and the shouts turn to screams. Someone is in the pool area, and it sounds like they are in danger! If something happens to someone here because you had not secured the scene, in part because you were to slow in refusing a bribe, then you do not even want to think what would happen. You start to Sprint towards the pool area…

>CR: 65. No Active Bonuses. Character has the Slightly Gimped trait, provides -10 to Physical-Sprint tests. Ragged Steel Toed Work Boots are treated as if they were Lightly Armored boots, provides -5 to Physical-Sprint tests. Five rolls of 1d20 will be summed to determine the test score. Success on this test provides a free action once the character arrives at the pool area. Failure on this test provides no free action once the character arrives at the pool area. Critical or Near-Critical (Net Roll is 1 to 10) provides Bull Moose with a free action. Past Critical failure (Net Roll is lower than zero) provides the Bull Moose with a free action and the character takes a Leg Injury.

>Please, 5 rolls of 1d20. If no one has rolled in 10 minutes, then you can roll again, even if you already have.
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

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>>4433737
If you are still here, and you feel up to it, you can roll one more time.
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4433701
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4433763
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>>4433857
That's enough damage from me lol. let the nat 20 guy do the last 2 rolls
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

I seem to be rolling a lot of 1s and 20s
guess we'll see what it is this time
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>4433886
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>>4433918 rolls a 5
>>4433828 rolls a 20
>>4433857 rolls a 4
>>4433886 rolls a 15
>>4433918 rolls a 2
Gross roll is 46, there are +0 worth of bonuses active, and there are -15 worth of maluses active.
Net roll is 31. 31 < 65; Physical-Sprinting Test fails. No free action awarded.
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You sprint to the end of the hallway; or at least, you move as fast as you can. But your legs have always been so damned tight and have always been just slightly off. Someone once mentioned to you that you walk with an distinctive and impressive ‘swagger’; but the truth is that you are gimped, ever so slightly. One leg is longer than the other, and both are much too tight. You are a crypto-cripple, if you will. And these boots you are wearing, as much as you like them, as ragged as they are do not help either. At the very least, you are able to get there before Allen was, and you managed to not hurt yourself in the process. Considering that you wore leg braces throughout your childhood, waddling around like some sort of retarded penguin, that was no small feat.

But you cannot celebrate as you might have otherwise, considering the scene that you ‘stumbled’ (physically and metaphorically) upon in the pool area. The screaming and scraping are being done by ‘Chip’, Allen’s long-haired son! It seems that having correctly concluded that you were going to have to kill the moose, and that doing so would have damaged the ‘Kate’s’ reputation, he took it upon himself to get the bull out of the pool. You find yourself wondering if there was anything indicating that he was willing to try something so asininely stupid, anything that you could have picked up on. At no point did he look afraid or nervous, at least that you noticed, but if you have to think back, maybe he was a bit impatient.

As you enter the pool area, simply throwing yourself through the push door, and as the carpet becomes concrete underneath you, you realize that the reason he was only impatient was because he didn’t understand the danger present in a 800 pound bull moose. Judging by his screams, he seems to have learned something, but there is a real question of if he is going to survive long enough to internalize the lesson. Your ‘plan’, such as it was, to get a bull moose out of a pool that it did not want to get out of was at absolute best, half baked. You were going to borrow some rock salt, to bait the thing over to the shallow end, knock down an entire portion of the fencing around the pool, and then lasso the moose in a noose of towing cable, attached to your trucks winch. With the winch tightened down, you would have used your truck to ‘coerce’ this male stripper* out of the pool. It would have been dangerous, but there was a real chance that it could work and if it did not, you had a sidearm, and a hunting rifle in the truck to fall back on. But if your plan was half-baked, ‘Chip’s’ plan was unbaked.

*To understand the male stripper joke, you need to understand the Algonquin roots of the American English name of the Alces alces. In Algonquin, moosu means 'he strips off', referring to the its bark eating habits
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>>4434099

Like your bad idea, his suicide attempt of a plan involved lassoing the moose with a noose, but unlike yours, he used some nylon rope, instead of towing cable, and instead of a winch and a truck, it seems that he tied it off on an umbrella, siting in the middle of an outdoor patio set, with only a thirty, or maybe a twenty-five pound weighted base to anchor it. And he was the one pulling it, or at least, that was his intent. What seems to have happened is that the moose pulled him arm-first and face-second into the patio set, shattering the tempered glass of the table. He is bleeding from what looks to be more than a dozen cuts, and some of them look kind of bad. But none of that is as worrying as his arm. While it isn’t that badly hurt, it might have been better for him if it had just fallen off; the nylon rope that he was using was hopelessly tangled around it. He was tied to a now murderous bull moose, with no hope of getting loose. Your immediate reaction is to try to reach him before the bull gets closer, but you are too late for that. The bull takes two big steps back into the pool, and whips its head to the side.

Which is when you notice that the line is tied to the worst possible spot, the moose’s antlers. With the connection on the antlers, the bull has the greatest mechanical advantage possible in any tug of wars contests. And as if to demonstrate this, ‘Chip’, ensconced in the twisted remains of some high end outdoor furniture goes flying into the shallow end of the pool, but not before hitting the handrail of the submerged stairs into the pool, with a cacophonous clang. You can not tell for sure, but you think ‘Chip’ stopped screaming after the impact.

For all you know, he could already be dead.

To your credit, you are not panicking, at least, not yet. Though that may change momentarily. ‘Chip’ still tied to the bull and still trapped in the cocoon of broken patio furniture splashes into the pool. The bull takes a wide, aggressive stance, and with a lurch moves quicker than you would have thought possible towards ‘Chip’. With the hapless teen, who has still yet to surface, well in the bull’s sights, it is obvious that he means to trample ‘Chip’; and considering the injuries that he has already sustained, and that he is in no state to dodge, odds are that will die here, if the bull manages to get him under his hooves.

That is, of course, assuming that he is not already dead.
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A word on shot placement, with special attention given to the art of hunting members of the Cervidae family.

When you are looking to shoot something to death, your best bet for a clean kill it to place your shots on the vitals that have the greatest ‘profile’ or surface area. In practical terms, this means that a shot to the chest, specifically to the heart and lungs is a preferred shot over shooting the head; while a clean shot to both will bring down a target equally as fast, the larger surface area provided by the profile of the lungs and the heart is considerably easier to hit than the smaller target profile of the brain. In addition to dictating which target is preferred, this rule also influences the optimal angles for a shot. Consider an armed foeman; or any hostile bipedal animal; shooting him either straight on (or in the back) provides a much larger target profile than shooting them from the sides (or for that matter, shooting from directly overhead or under their feet, if such a thing were for some reason possible and practical.

However, this rule of thumb is reversed when hunting quadrupedal animals, including members of the Cervidae family, such as the moose. Shooting the moose from the side presents a significantly larger target than shooting from the front (or even worse, the rear, considering everything that a potential wound channel would have to pass through to reach the vitals). The picture attached to this post demonstrates the optimal shot placement for an angled ‘flanking’ shot, into the side of a deer. It should be noted that the target for angled ‘flanking’ shots is not directly over the center of mass for the lungs and the heart, but rather it is offset, to account for proper penetration into the vitals. While moose are larger, and by dint of their size more dangerous than deer, they are equally vulnerable to the same shots, considering the similarities in the layout of their anatomies. In fact, despite persistent beliefs throughout the hunting community; rifles that can reliably strike down deer are also effective on moose as well, so long as the shot placement is as solid as it would be with a buck.
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Our character’s hunting rifle, a Winchester Model 1895, inherited from his grandfather, chambered in the classic .30-06 would be more than enough to put this bull down. Unfortunately, you do not have the rifle on you, it is still sitting in its rack on your truck. It might as well be on the moon, for how accessible it is right now. What you have on hand is your sidearm, a double stack M9A3 Berretta. While it does carry a total of 17 rounds, unfortunately, it is chambered in 9mm. While it is possible to kill deer (and moose) with the round, it is going to have a much harder time of putting the bull down. Compounding the issue here is that the bull and ‘chip’ are both directly in front of you. You have a lousy target profile, and the skull on the moose may be heavy enough that the 9mm will not be able to adequately penetrate. At this position, your target is the size of a piece of printer paper, the small portion of chest that sits directly above and between the junction of the beasts two front legs. The target is partially obscured, as the bull has lowered its head somewhat as it advances towards ‘Chip’. Meanwhile, the flank of the bull is completely unobscured, a tempting shot, if only you were in position to make it.

Do you attempt to make a harder shot from your current position, or do you take the risk to sprint around the perimeter of the pool to get a cleaner shot? I’m not going to share the rolls for the ranged combat tests that you’d be making, so you won’t know your odds of success until you commit to a course of action. I will tell you that to get into position to take the much easier shot you will need to pass another Physical-Sprint test, this one slightly harder, to account for your characters winded state and the clutter nature of the scene. Net CR 68, with -17 worth of maluses. If you pass, you manage to make it into position without losing an action. If you fail, you will lose an action, meaning that you will only have time for two attacks before the bull reaches ‘Chip’. Critical or Near-Critical failures (1-10) mean that you lose two actions, and will only have enough time for one attack before the moose reaches trampling position. Past Critical Failure, and you will lose your footing along the way. By the time that you make it into position, the moose will have already started to trample ‘Chip’, you will need to do Near-Critical, Critical or Past Critical success on the Combat-Ranged roll to interrupt the attack. Alternatively, if you remain in place, you will have three actions guaranteed, though they are harder shots.

>Work with what you have
>Attempt to Sprint to a better position.
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>>4434220
Huh, I didn't know that you couldn't use boldface on greentext. You can italicize it, but you can't boldface it. Huh.
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>>4434220
Oh, and also to any drop-ins, please no rolling until the vote for the course of action is closed. Your character isn't prescient, after all.

Reiterating the vote, do you;
>Take three attacks at a lousy target from your current position
>Attempt to reposition to a more optimal position, potentially losing chances to attack in the process
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>>4434283
>Attempt to reposition to a more optimal position, potentially losing chances to attack in the process
We may as well go for two decent shots instead of one shitty one. Of course we could always just get fucked over the dice and get one or no shots, but hey, if that happens fuck it, we would've missed anyways.
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>>4434315
Well, this has sat long enough. If you are still around, you can start rolling. There are 5 rolls of 1d20 for the test; considering how slow everything is being, you or the first anon to roll can roll two at the same time, and then if there is no one else rolling, roll the rest after about 20 minutes.

>5 rolls of 1d20. You are trying to beat a net score of 68 with -17 worth of maluses applied to the gross sum of the rolls.
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Rolled 12, 2 = 14 (2d20)

>>4434417
Come on, no whammies, no whammies
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>>4434419
You can roll again, if you are still here. I don't want to have to stop in the middle of combat, unless I can't help it.
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Rolled 2, 19, 6 = 27 (3d20)

>>4434440
>then if there is no one else rolling, roll the rest after about 20 minutes.
not sure if you mean to roll all three now or to start rolling the rest now, just take what you need
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>>4434456
Nah, I meant to roll everything. I'd really not want to leave it overnight on combat, as opposed to a proper vote, and it is getting kind of late for me. Alright, lets see what we have.
>>4434419 roll of 12
>>4434419 roll of 2
>>4434456 roll of 2
>>4434456 roll of 19
>>4434456 roll of 6
Gross roll is 41, there are +0 worth of bonuses active, and there are -17 worth of maluses active (the extra -2 coming from being a bit winded).
Net roll is 24. 24<68; Physical-Sprinting Test fails; you will have two attacks on the bull in a more optimal position.
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Rolled 2 (1d3)

You keep going, and for one fleeting second, even as the moose lumbered towards 'Chip', who still hadn't come up for air, even as you heard the anguished scream as Allen finally reached the pool area and saw what was happening, your legs don't hurt like they normally do. They carry you forward, without complaint. But there is more to sprinting than simply 'not hurting', and you aren't quite able to cut. Still, you manage to make it into position, before the moose reached 'Chip', which is at the very least, something.

Now, lets see if you are a better shooter than a sprinter.

Round One of Combat:

>B.Moose has initiative

The Foebeast
>B.Moose seeks to attack his target, C. Allen.
>B.Moose is unarmed and cannot reach his target this turn.
>B.Moose is at 7/7 health
>B.Moose ends their turn.

The Character
>R. Mantle seeks to attack his target, B. Moose
>R. Mantle is armed with a double stack M9A3 Beretta, and can hit his target this turn.
>R. Mantle will roll a 1d6+2 to determine the accuracy of the 4 to 6 (roll of 1 on this post is 4, roll of 2 is 5, roll of 3 is 6) shots he fires this turn.
>R. Mantle will then continue to the damage roll calculation.

Accuracy Modifiers
Roll of 1 means 0.125x modifier
Roll of 2 means 0.25x modifier
Roll of 3 means 0.75x modifier
Roll of 4 means 1x modifier
Roll of 5 means 1.125x modifier
Roll of 6 means 1.25x modifier

>Please roll 1d6+2, with the +2 for a Clean Shot. Your modifier will be either the result of the 1d6+2 or 6, whichever is lower. (For future reference, all scoped firearms, and most sighted rifles do not have the 'whichever is lower limitation'. Also, in circumstances with poor shots, net rolls below zero will mean that all shots missed the mark)
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Rolled 4 + 2 (1d6 + 2)

>>4434527
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Rolled 3 + 2 (1d6 + 2)

>>4434527
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Rolled 9, 4, 4, 1, 8 = 26 (5d9)

>>4434558
>>4434543
Well, I was only looking for one, but that doesn't matter, the best one was the first. So good job!

Round One of Combat, Continued

The Character
>R. Mantle fires 5 shots (12 remaining) at B. Moose.
>R. Mantle's shots take +2 bonus for Clean Shot and -4 malus for inadequate caliber and type, for a net malus of -2.
>R. Mantle will roll 5 1d20 for the damage roll calculation, which then will be multiplied by 1.25x accuracy modifier and then will take the net malus of -2.

The Foebeast
>B. Moose is unarmed and R. Mantle is out of his reach, an interrupt is impossible
>B. Moose is out of cover and has no armor, so damage tests against resilience tests will be paired high to low instead of randomized. (You'll see what this means in a second)
>B. Moose's is at 7/7 health, and his mass and hormonal state gives him +1 to his the 5 1d9 resilience rolls he makes.

>Please, we need 5 rolls of 1d20; they will be multiplied by 1.25 and then have the net malus applied from all. Please note that Near-Critical and Critical Success rolls (18-20) do double damage. .
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>4434585
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>>4434585
B. Moose rolls 9,4,4,1 and 8. With his modifier, it becomes 10,5,5,2 and 9.

>>4434590
R. Mantle rolls 11; with the accuracy modifier it becomes 13.75, with damage malus it becomes 11.75. Regardless of the outcome of this round, B. Moose will take at least 1 pip of damage.

>>4434558
>>4434590
If either of you two are ready, you may roll again. Another 1d20, please.
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

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>>4434597
R. Mantle rolls 7. With the accuracy modifier it becomes 8.75, with the damage malus it becomes 6.75. If you are able to roll anything with a net higher than the 9, than you would be guaranteed three pips of damage this turn. However, as you haven't quite got there yet, you are only guaranteed one pip of damage.

>>4434597: You have been very patient. If you want, you can roll the three remaining 1d20's. If you feel up for it, that is.
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Rolled 19, 18, 14 = 51 (3d20)

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Rolled 10 (1d20)

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>>4434609
Well, um. If you don't have any objections, I'll just take his rolls..

>>4434609
R. Mantle rolls 19. With accuracy modifier it becomes 23.75, with the damage malus it becomes 21.75. This roll is Past Critical Success! To an unarmored and uncovered enemy, it does triple damage if it isn't blocked.

>>4434609
R. Mantle rolls 18. With accuracy modifier it becomes 22.5, with the damage malus it becomes 20.5. This roll is Past Critical Success! To an unarmored and uncovered enemy, it does triple damage if it isn't blocked.

>>4434609
R. Mantle rolls 14. With accuracy modifier it becomes 17.5, with the damage malus it becomes 15.5.

Because B. Moose is unarmored and uncovered, instead of taking the net resilience rolls and net damage rolls in the order that they came out, 10, 5, 5, 2, 9 and 11.75, 6.75, 21.75, 20.5, 15.5 respectively, they are ordered from highest to lowest, so that the most possible damage is done to the unarmored and uncovered targets, as a way of punishing them. Let this be a lesson. If you are being shot at, your best bet is to wear body armor and to take what concealment and cover is available.

21.75 > 10. Damage was not blocked. 21.75 - 10 = 11.75. Past Critical Success multiplies damage by 3. Total damage done 35.75
20.5 > 9. Damage was not blocked. 20.5 - 9 = 11.5. Past Critical Success multiplies damage by 3. Total damage done 34.5
15.5 > 5. Damage was not blocked. 15.5 - 5 = 10.5. Total damage done 10.5
11.75 > 5. Damage was not blocked. 11.75 - 5 = 6.75. Total damage done 6.75
6.75 > 2. Damage was not blocked. 6.75 - 2 = 4.75. Total damage done 4.75.

Total damage done this turn from 5 shots of the M9A3 is 92.25 points of damage, or 9.225 pips worth of health. As B. Moose only has 7 pips worth of health to lose, B. Moose is retired from the fight and will die shortly.
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Round One of Combat, Concluded.

The Character
>R. Mantle's five shots all solidly struck their target, the exposed vitals of B. Moose, doing 9.225 pips worth of damage to B. Moose. With his health at -2.225/7, B. Moose is retired from the fight.

The Foebeast
>B. Moose is no longer able to seek his target, C. Allen
>B. Moose is no longer able to remain conscious, due to the level of damage that he has received.
>B. Moose is now unresponsive and will die in matter of seconds, due to the type of damage that he has received.

That poor, dumb bastard didn't even get the chance to finish turning his massive head towards you to see who killed him before he unceremoniously collapsed into the pool with a splash big enough that it got you wet, standing on the lip of the pool, more than 15 feet away from bull ... from the remains of the bull. For half a second or so, you just stand there and watch as waves that the sudden displacement of the moose made fan the billowing red further out into the pool. Jesus Christ, you actually did it. That was what, 4 or 5 shots of 9mm? For a charging bull moose, in his rut, no less? Just how lucky did you just get here?

But you don't have time to figure that out. After all of this, 'Chip' still hasn't come up for air. You are almost about to start to tear off your clothes to jump in, when you realize that he is in the shallow end, under at most 2 feet of water here. You are almost kind of embarrassed as you simply step down into the pool, pick him out of the wreckage of the table, and carry him out in your arms, but any awkward thoughts about you attempting a needlessly dramatic rescue are sidelined when you realize that 'Chip' is not breathing. You hustle him over to the side of the pool, get him out, and then clamber up over the lip yourself. You start performing CPR, and after a few compressions he starts heaving and vomiting. It is unpleasant, certainly, but a promising sign. He begins to regain consciousness after a few more, and you sit him up. He will need to be seen by a proper paramedic, and those cuts are going to leave him a patchwork of scar tissue once you have them patched up, but if you were any judge, you'd say that he is past any mortal danger.

As Allen embraces his hopefully wiser child, you notice that several of the remaining guests have made there way down to the pool area, and among them are the Reaves family. The thought that they were one of the few guests here in the off season hadn't occurred to you, but now that you think about it, it makes sense. They could certainly afford ... whatever this place charges. Without soliciting, one of the guests mentions that they called Emergency Services. Reaves and his kids, even the young twins, look more intrigued than anything else, both by the recovering 'Chip' and the deceased bull in the pool, now surrounded by completely soiled water. His wife Rebecca, on the other hand, looks a bit shell-shocked.
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>>4434650
For some reason, the slight open mouth and general look of concern and confusion on her face just cracks you up. You cannot help yourself, you have to tease her. You deliberately thicken your typically mild accent to the point of caricature and as you look up at her as you kneel by the recovering 'Chip', you proclaim "Welcome to Vacationland, Mrs. Reaves!", and then break down in a fit of giggles; for once completely uncaring of what everyone else thought of you.

After the silliness has worked its way through your body, rational thought resumes. The paramedics are coming, but the Sheriff's Office will probably send along a cruiser too; and that means some potentially awkward questions as to why 'Chip' was allowed to get close enough to the bull in the first place. As for your continuing efforts to make it into the Farmer's Union before close at 6pm, it must be about 4:25pm by now. You will either need to forget getting in there today, or find someway to slip away or alternatively speed things up here if you want to continue along as planned.

Vote for one of these
>[Paragon] You will try to convince Allen to come clean about why 'Chip' was able to get as close as he did to the bull in the first place, and you will accept whatever responsibility you are asked to.
>[Pragmatic] Head over to the Farmer's Union, partially to purchase articles on behalf of Allen and the 'Kate' to process the moose, and clean up the mess in the pool, but in reality to also make purchases for yourself, namely the Winter feed for your animals. Allen will repay whatever you spend. Your absence will be noted by the first responders, but it is unclear on how it will be interpreted if an investigation or complaint were to materialize.
>[Roguish] Find a moment when you and Allen are alone, and demand the cash that he was going to pay you earlier in as restitution for having to deal with a potential investigation into why 'Chip' was able to get that close to the bull in the first place. Considering that the delay was caused by him attempting to bribe you, and that this delay could have resulted in his sons death, he is guilty enough to simply hand it over. You will stay, and try to defuse the investigation, if it materializes, that is.

Also, vote for one of these
>Process the remains of the bull by yourself, it will take longer, but it would be a better look for the investigation, if one were to materialize.
>Ask the few men among the remaining guests to help, will speed things along, but might not be a good look for the investigation, if one were to materialize.

Alright, and now, I need some sleep.
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>>4434676
>[Pragmatic] Head over to the Farmer's Union, partially to purchase articles on behalf of Allen and the 'Kate' to process the moose, and clean up the mess in the pool, but in reality to also make purchases for yourself, namely the Winter feed for your animals. Allen will repay whatever you spend. Your absence will be noted by the first responders, but it is unclear on how it will be interpreted if an investigation or complaint were to materialize.
>Ask the few men among the remaining guests to help, will speed things along, but might not be a good look for the investigation, if one were to materialize.
the important thing now is to get to the market. Then back to the French guy.
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>>4434676
>[Pragmatic] Head over to the Farmer's Union, partially to purchase articles on behalf of Allen and the 'Kate' to process the moose, and clean up the mess in the pool, but in reality to also make purchases for yourself, namely the Winter feed for your animals. Allen will repay whatever you spend. Your absence will be noted by the first responders, but it is unclear on how it will be interpreted if an investigation or complaint were to materialize.

Could we call Kate saying that we have left a dead moose by the pool and that we are gonna pass near the Farmer´s Market to get things to clean it up?

>Ask the few men among the remaining guests to help, will speed things along, but might not be a good look for the investigation, if one were to materialize.

You know, I can kinda see our character moving the moose out of the hotel and just asking around if anyone wants to learn how to butcher a moose. Could we actually do that?
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>>4434585
Why does the Moose use 1d9s as his relisience rolls? Safe to assume we get worse?
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>>4434710
Shit, by Kate I meant the sheriff´s office
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>>4434676
>>[Pragmatic] Head over to the Farmer's Union, partially to purchase articles on behalf of Allen and the 'Kate' to process the moose, and clean up the mess in the pool, but in reality to also make purchases for yourself, namely the Winter feed for your animals. Allen will repay whatever you spend. Your absence will be noted by the first responders, but it is unclear on how it will be interpreted if an investigation or complaint were to materialize.

>Process the remains of the bull by yourself, it will take longer, but it would be a better look for the investigation, if one were to materialize.

I want moose jerky, if we ask for help, we might not get moose jerky.
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>>4434713
I'm still trying to figure all that stuff out, but my idea is that for resilience rolls, you get the number of your pips of health, plus two. We are a twenty something male in excellent physical condition (excluding the Slight Gimp), we will have 4 pips of health, so we will roll 1d6 for resilience. I'm still trying to figure out how get everything to work, but the system that I have envisioned would give significant bonuses to parties that had armor and cover, and generally reward those who have the initiative. In the real world, most gunfights are decided by initiative; that is to say, shooting first generally decides who lives and who dies, and I want to create a system that reflects that reality.

>>4434710
>Could we call Kate saying that we have left a dead moose by the pool and that we are gonna pass near the Farmer´s Market to get things to clean it up?
Yes, you could, but that might not be enough to duck any suspicion.
>You know, I can kinda see our character moving the moose out of the hotel and just asking around if anyone wants to learn how to butcher a moose. Could we actually do that?
Yes, you could, but that would entail getting the moose out of the pool in one piece, which would be much harder then simply processing it in the pool, and removing it piece by piece. You would probably lose whatever time you saved by involving others by taking this path.

With three votes for the [Pragmatic] choice and two votes for asking the few men remaining for help, we have our course of action. I will need to get some lunch, and then I will get to writing.
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>Katahdin Inn Pool Area, Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:30pm.

You stay with the father and son until the paramedics arrive, who confirm that a deputy will be swinging by ‘eventually’. Hmm, how exactly are you going to swing this? You think about it for a minute, then inspiration hits you. As the paramedics, Oher and Martin fuss over ‘Chip’, you loudly announce to everyone (and no one in particular) that if left alone, the remains of the bull in water like that will become a vector of disease; and considering that Allen, ‘Chip’ and any other employees of the ‘Kate’ are preoccupied you will take care of it yourself; including getting the supplies and dressing out the remains. At the word buying, Allen springs up to his feet, nearly shoulder-checking Oher in the process. Without anything but a wide-eyed look of gratitude, he thrusts the wad of cash on you from earlier. Conscious of the stares of onlookers (each a potential witness) in the pool area, you without prompting lamely add “Uh, just for the supplies, of course.” Allen does not seem to acknowledge your caveat, and eventually, the eyes of the onlookers shift off you. Well, so long as you give any remaining money back, and you do it soon and publicly there should be no issues with this right? Honestly, you are not so sure, the rules for conduct that you are held to are both byzantine and poorly enforced; Animal Control do not have their own internal affairs departments, or at least they do not in Debouche.

Another clever idea strikes you; both to ensure that the clean up process here moves along quickly, and to ensure that there are witnesses to see you return the remaining money, you address the crowd. “I’m going to pick up the supplies; if any men here want to stick around and help me process my bull, I’d be willing to share some cuts of venison with them.” Immediately, Reaves’ son, a boy of maybe 12 steps forward and offers to help. There are some scattered chuckles among the onlookers, and soon four men (including Reaves himself) as well as his boy have volunteered to help; his wife doesn’t look happy about that, but surprisingly enough bites her tongue about it. Allen offers the use of the ‘Kate’s’ kitchens to cook the meat and sends one of the other employees of the inn to bring up some bottles of wine from the cellar, slipping back into the role of the suave hotelier. Clapping his hands together once, as a way to get everyone’s attention, he speaks. “Seems after this, everyone could use a drink. Mr. Mantle, what pairs well with moose?”
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Pairs? Oh, he means what wine, or like alcohol in general. You have absolutely no idea, you do not drink at all; the only vice you have allowed yourself is masturbation, because you can do it for free. You used to drink soda pop regularly, and there are some who might consider that a vice, but then after receiving a series of expensive dentist bills you weaned yourself almost completely off of it, drinking it only for special occasions. However, to wean yourself off of it, you started drinking carbonated water like a functional alcoholic might drink beer. Showing up to the bottle repository of the town’s liquor store with a massive tub of cans, none of which are alcoholic, standing in line with long time residents who were returning beer cans and liquor and wine bottles always made you feel kind of unmanly, as silly as it may sound. But perhaps, you could turn this into a joke…

“Uh … Cherry Coke.” That crack right there even got the typically taciturn Martin to laugh, and while he was on duty no less!
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>>4435185
>Katahdin Inn Parking Lot, Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:30pm.

Your business concluded here for now, you head out of the pool area, using the staff door that you saw earlier. Once you start walking through the parking lot, you realize that with your pant legs soaked and a crisp breeze passing through the lot, you are getting cold fairly quickly. Standing in the parking lock, you strip down to your underwear, and get dressed again in your work clothes. Having taken care of that, you start up the farm truck, pull out of the ‘Kate’s’ parking lot, into the road … and almost immediately notice LeBlanc’s truck pass you! The typically laid-back French-Canadian retiree, who jokes about how he drives slow enough that he has been stopped by deputies, thinking something is wrong, is going what you would judge to be at least 40 on a 25mph road. This road will eventually take you to I-95; the interstate highway that runs the entirety of the United States eastern seaboard, all the way down to Key West in Florida.

Is something wrong? Is he leaving town? First, he left his shop during business hours without a note. Now this?

>Continue as planned towards the Prague Farmers Union.
>Go after him, and attempt to flag him down (not a guaranteed success, and will take time regardless).
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>>4435189
>Continue as planned towards the Prague Farmers Union

enough with getting sidetracked!
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>>4435189
>Make a token attempt. Try to use the claxxon to make him stop. He should recognize our truck.

If he doesn´t:

>Continue as planned towards the Prague Farmers Union.
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>>4435284
>claxxon
By that I meant horn
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>>4435284
I can get behind this. Honk honk!
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>>4435293 Vote redacted by >>4435293
>>4435207 Honk Honk.
>>4435284 Honk Honk.

Alright, I am going to eat dinner, and then I will get a post up.
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>>4435284
Supporting this. Love the quest so far, OP. Finally got caught up.
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>>4435189
Honk! Honk!

If that doesn't work, then, yeah, >continue as planned toward the Prague Farmers Union
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>Roads near the ‘Kate’, Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:30pm

There is something strange going on; and you decide to see if you cannot flag him down. You pull out and head after him. You might not be able to reach him, but maybe if he saw you try to flag him down, he would stop. Unfortunately, the farm truck is not suited for this kind of stuff; as a general rule of thumb, considering its size, weight and condition, you do not take it above 20 miles per hour, for fear of doing some (expensive) damage. Anything more than a paint chip would probably total this relic, so you have to treat it with kid’s driving gloves. Heh heh heh. That was a good one.

You push your farm truck up to 40 miles per hour, which is as fast as you ever remember having taken it. Still, Marc has a substantial lead on you, and he seems to still be accelerating. Barring seriously committing yourself to chasing after him, risking the truck (and yourself) your only option now is to try to flag him down. You start honking; the horn on this thing is loud, and you have to be careful not to make it sound aggressive. You do short bursts on the horn, and even from the distance you are at, you can see some movement in the cab. Mark sticks his head and his arm out and gestures, a wave perhaps? It looks like he is shouting something, but even with the window cracked open as you typically have it when you are driving, at this distance and between the ruckus of the two trucks, you cannot make anything out. Your entire truck is rattling like one of those shake-weights they advertise for fat housewives on the radio, pushing this actual antique automobile any further would be a real test of your driving ability.

But you are not willing to push your truck or your luck like that today. Out of other options, you honk your horn again, maybe a bit louder and longer. Marc shifts his head back into the cab, and before pulling his arm in, gives you a thumbs up. Unfortunately, it seems that you have both managed to misinterpret the other; Marc beings accelerating even faster now, definitely heading towards the roads that will take him to I-95. Frustrated, you slow down, and when you are a safe speed and position to do so, you make an illegal U-turn, and head into town, towards the Prague Farmer’s Union store in town.
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>>4435529
>Town Center of Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:35pm.

Well, this sucks. You will check in at his cabin later tonight, or maybe early tomorrow morning, but for now, you are better off sticking with the original plan; head to the Farmer’s Union and buy feed for you and processing materials for Allen. As you find yourself forced to wait at one of the three traffic lights in town, your eyes wander over to your fuel gauge. Between your failed attempt of flagging Marc down, hauling the trash and general driving, you have burned an entire eight of a tank of gasoline. You only have seven-eighths of a tank remaining in the farm truck. Eventually, the electric tyrant flashes green, and you and your truck trundle along on your way into the parking lot of the Union.

>Prague Farmer’s Union Store, Debouche, Maine, approximately 4:40pm.

It took long enough to get here, and you might actually get in trouble at work for leaving a call prematurely to come here, but at this point, you are beyond caring. You have your wallet and your bankbook, you have Allen’s money, and you have the truck to haul it all. You park, and as you walk to the store you realize that while you changed out of your clothes, you are still wearing your raggedy steel toed boots. You poke your head in the front door, and see Kemper, the manager, running the till. “Mr. Kemper, my boots are soaking wet. If I take them off, and leave them outside, will I still be able to get service?” you say, as you gesture to the 'No shirt, No shoes, No service' sign posted on the door. The man seems to find the question amusing. “For most people, Officer Mantle, we couldn’t do that. Shirt and shoes, required. But for a good customer like yourself? Shirt or shoes.”

Even if he meant it in jest, you thank him sincerely, unlace the soggy boots, and leave them upside down to drain and dry as you enter the store in your stocking feet. Huh, this is really turning out to be a strange day, isn’t it? Hopefully, this is the extent of the strangeness. You start to walk down to the animal feed section and look through at the offerings. Even the basic brands are kind of expensive, especially if you were to buy an entire Winters worth of food in one sitting. The question of what to do with Allen’s money comes to pester you unprompted. You have a reasonable suspicion that he will not be willing to accept any of it back at all, despite the fact that if an investigation materialized, it would be in both of your interests for him to do so. And maybe you do deserve something...
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>>4435640
>[Paragon] What are you even thinking! You have already bent enough rules by simply being here. You will make two separate purchases, pay with your money for your feed and pay with Allen’s money for his materials. You will even keep the receipts, in case it comes up.

>[Pragmatic] You are not going to go hog-wild here, but he was more than slightly responsible for the incident. Him giving you something a reasonable way of making amends, despite what the rules would say. You will pay for Allen’s goods, use 200 dollars or so to help cover your costs, and then make a show of returning what is left.

>[Roguish] No need to split hairs here. All of this needless stress and risk was caused by his and his son’s asinine ‘good intentions’. Someone needs to pay, and conveniently enough, they already have. Buy Allen’s goods, use all but 100 of the remaining money on covering your feed costs, and then make a show of returning what is left.
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>>4435645
Paragon] What are you even thinking! You have already bent enough rules by simply being here. You will make two separate purchases, pay with your money for your feed and pay with Allen’s money for his materials. You will even keep the receipts, in case it comes up.
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>>4435645
>>[Roguish] No need to split hairs here. All of this needless stress and risk was caused by his and his son’s asinine ‘good intentions’. Someone needs to pay, and conveniently enough, they already have. Buy Allen’s goods, use all but 200 of the remaining money on covering your feed costs, and then make a show of returning what is left.
We saved his son's life after all. And on top of that, we're doing him a favor of neglecting to mention the attempted bribe. He offered the cash for the job, sure we didn't really get it done his way, but he surely is grateful. He wasn't exactly picky in giving us an exact total to use on our purchases, he just handed us all of the cash without discretion. May be better off attempting to return an odd total, rather than something so obviously staged, like exactly 100$. I propose returning the cash in a range of 100-200$, but nothing exactly concrete. If people see us returning exactly 100$, they're sure to realize we skimmed some off to pocket for ourselves, and that will lead to talk, which will in turn damage our reputation.
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>>4435645
>>[Pragmatic] You are not going to go hog-wild here, but he was more than slightly responsible for the incident. Him giving you something a reasonable way of making amends, despite what the rules would say. You will pay for Allen’s goods, use 200 dollars or so to help cover your costs, and then make a show of returning what is left.

This and purposefully destroy the receipts so that it is unclear how much of whose money you spent on what.
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>>4435683
Assuming the tie isn't broken by the time OP decides the vote has lasted long enough, I'll swap my support to this. However, as of right now, I still stand by my vote. iirc, the proper authorities will likely have arrived at the scene by the time we return, so the Roguish option used in this case may end up biting us in the ass anyway.
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>>4435645
>[Roguish] No need to split hairs here. All of this needless stress and risk was caused by his and his son’s asinine ‘good intentions’. Someone needs to pay, and conveniently enough, they already have. Buy Allen’s goods, use all but 100 of the remaining money on covering your feed costs, and then make a show of returning what is left.
No need to be a goodie two-shoes about it. He gave us the money, may as well use it.
>>4435680
Yeah, and if we're overthinking it may as well give an odd amount.
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>>4435664 Paragon
>>4435680 Roguish (return odd amount)
>>4435683 Pragmatic
>>4435812 Roguish (return odd amount)

Alright, consider this closed. I will get to writing immediately
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You know, with prices like these, you can see why most people harvest livestock instead of wintering them. However, you have plans for all of your animals; you want to grow your ducks and geese into a sustainable population to support a meat fowl operation (considering that you can’t find a market for goose or duck eggs) you are still looking for a sow to breed Dander with, and Boadicea will start producing milk in a matter of weeks with the delivery of her calf. Still, these prices are pretty steep.

R. Mantle’s Shopping List
>640 dollars on duck feed (on a typical diet, will last them for 90 days with no other food)
>720 dollars on goose feed (on a typical diet, will last them for 90 days with no other food)
>175 dollars on hay (ruminant) for Boadicea (on a typical diet, will last her for 90 days with no other food)
>235 dollars on hay (non-ruminant) for Dander (on a typical diet, will last him for 90 days with no other food)

You had brought along the 2000 dollars you keep as an emergency fund to buy the feed; it is not that you consider this to be an emergency, it is just that you … you do not know, the word ‘premonition’ sounds hokey, but for some inexplicable reason, you just ‘feel’ that you need to buy this feed now. Whatever this urge was, you hope that it does not happen again any time soon, without others like Allen footing the bill, you’d be really, really boned if an actual emergency came up and you had already spent your reverse on nonreturnable sundries. Now, let us see; we will give him back about 140 dollars, and use the remaining 700 dollars to help cover the costs.

>(2000+700) – (1770) = 930 dollars remaining in Personal Inventory.

You arrange for the hay to be brought out back, you will need to make multiple trips with your farm truck and your beaver-box trailer to get all of the 4X4 bales, but that shouldn’t be an issue considering that Kemper and the other employee manning the union are staying late for inventory tonight. If you had only known that … well, there really is not any way you could have, but that does not make the revelation any less frustrating.
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>>4436073
After you close your order for your animals feed, you tell Kemper to open another and you head back into the store, padding through isles, still in your stocking feet, to grab what you will need for a traditional ‘brain tan’ of the hide. A properly sized skinning knife, a hide scrapper, soap to mix with the brains (you will need butter for this as well, but they do not sell any), and cord to tie the skin to the frame. For the butchering that will proceed the tanning, you purchase a bone saw, big enough to accommodate the bull’s breastbone. Of the 140, after the second set of purchases, only 103 dollars (with some change) remain, all on a separate receipt too, in case anyone insists on looking into it. You feel pretty darn clever if you must say so yourself. You load up your purchases onto your truck, pull your still wet boots on, thank Kemper again while you confirm how to pick up the hay you purchased, and then with your business concluded, you head out, returning to the ‘Kate’ and 'the scene of the crime'.

>Nylon Cordage added to Personal Inventory
>12 pack of Moonbeam Soap added to Personal Inventory
>Large Skinning Knife added to Personal Inventory
>Large Bonesaw added to Personal Inventory
>Hide Scrapper added to Personal Inventory
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>Town Center of Debouche, Maine, approximately 5:15 pm.
As you drive back towards the 'Kate', carrying a Winters worth of duck and goose feed, as well as the tools you will need to process the remains of the bull into leather and meat, you find yourself blankly starting at the road in front of you. As you take a turn wider and faster than you intended to, and now have to fight for control over the farm truck, a new thought comes to you, about the 'tank-thing'.

Assuming that it runs, and assuming that you can even ... pilot it? Do you pilot or drive a tank? Honestly, neither of them sounds right ... Regardless, the 'tank-thing' is wider than a typical vehicle, and presumably a magnitude or so heavier. Some of the roads that you will need to take it through are paved, and they are not in good condition to begin with. The treads on that thing could break and rip up the road. Are you willing, are you capable of potentially doing serious damage to public property, for entirely private benefit?

>You kidding? Those paved roads are in such bad shape that you doubt that anyone would even notice the damage. And if they did, then maybe they would actually use some of the tax dollars that you pay them to fix the fucking thing in the first place.
>Who are you kidding? You can’t do that kind of damage to public property, especially considering you are a public employee … well, a public contractor, but the point still stands. Maybe you should try working with the Reaves to properly move the tank-thing instead, no doubt they’d want it gone, right?

Alright, I'm going to go get some sleep now.
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>You kidding? Those paved roads are in such bad shape that you doubt that anyone would even notice the damage. And if they did, then maybe they would actually use some of the tax dollars that you pay them to fix the fucking thing in the first place.

We need to take a good pair of boots when the shit hits the fan
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>>4436125
>You kidding? Those paved roads are in such bad shape that you doubt that anyone would even notice the damage. And if they did, then maybe they would actually use some of the tax dollars that you pay them to fix the fucking thing in the first place.
I don't think there's much short of imminent death that would make me want to abandon the CEV
tank-things are cool
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>>4436125
>>You kidding? Those paved roads are in such bad shape that you doubt that anyone would even notice the damage. And if they did, then maybe they would actually use some of the tax dollars that you pay them to fix the fucking thing in the first place.
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>>4436125
Could we had bought the things to repair the shed in the farmers union?
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>>4436244
looking back over the thread, we already found 2 jacks while scavenging, which was the main thing we needed. 2x4s as well, but those are much easier to come by, might even have some on the property itself, or back at home. then nails too, I suppose. whatever else we need to reinforce the structure so we can get whatever is inside out.
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>>4436125
>You kidding? Those paved roads are in such bad shape that you doubt that anyone would even notice the damage. And if they did, then maybe they would actually use some of the tax dollars that you pay them to fix the fucking thing in the first place.
under no condition should we involve the Reaves in any of this.

Question about the cow, what is actually the plan here? Cow's preggo, now, will give birth soon and then give milk, correct? But we have no milking equipment? are we qualified to deliver a baby cow? Do we have frozen bull seed or something to keep her knocked up?
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Well, lets see...
>>4436192 You kidding?
>>4436221 You kidding?
>>4436273 You kidding?
Pretty unanimous, I'll finish classes soon, then will get something to eat, and then I will get to writing.
>>4436244
>>4436247
Yeah, sort of. I'll touch base on this point later.
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>>4436273
Yeah, I'm definitely on Team 'tell Reeves nothing'
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>Roads near the ‘Kate’, Debouche, Maine, approximately 5:20pm

What on earth are you even thinking? Those damn roads are in such bad shape, it can be said that they are ‘paved’ solely in an aspirational sense. So long as no one got hurt and no private property was damaged in any future escapades with the tank-thing, then you are fairly certain that there would be no one to complain about it. Furthermore, after thinking about it, you have firmly decided against involving Reaves anymore than he already is. He seems mostly decent, but in the short time you have know the guy he has already managed to welch on his word, in regard to the ‘forbidden shed’.

Which reminds you, how the hell are you every going to get your hands on some proper house jacks. Over the course of the day, you found two heavy equipment jacks, maybe you could rig something up so the jacks you have on hand could reach the ceiling joists (assuming they exist). But the whole reason that you would need jacks in the first place was because Reaves wanted you to use them. You do not know if he would accept nigger-rigged house jacks. The issue here is there is what he wants, based on his concerns of liability, and what you realistically need to do to clear out the shed. There were what could be machine tools on the wall, it is possible that there was a small machine shop in there. If that was the case, then removing heavy tooling like that would probably require some reinforcement, possibly with jacks or 2x4’s. But if there was just a bunch of smaller stuff, things that you could cart out with a hand truck, then there is no reason (outside of humoring Reaves) to actually bother with reinforcing a shed that in his own ‘professional’ estimation will not survive the Winter. You can worry about the shed later; as long as you decide on a course of action before the first real snowfall, you can put it off for now. What is a bit more time sensitive is getting the tank-thing off of the Morrison farm before Reaves or his wife can make an issue out of it.

>Katahdin Inn Parking Lot, Debouche, Maine, approximately 5:20pm.

But all of that will need to wait until you conclude the call here. Martin and Oher have left, you cannot see the ambulance in the parking lot. But there is a Sheriff’s Office cruiser still parked in the lot. Trying, and failing to keep your nerves in check, you pull up right next to it. You can tell immediately who responded to the call by the immaculate wax job on the body of the Ford Crown Elizabeth Police Interdictor. Undersheriff Carter, a real stickler for rules and appearances. Well, you can stop thinking of an official investigation as a hypothetical. If he is here, then there will almost certainly be one. Gulping, and trying to not imagine the dagger of Damocles over your head, you gather your supplies and plod your way over to the pool area.
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For longer than I care to admit, I have been trying to work in all of the background and context information that you will need for the upcoming scene into a narrative, but for the life of me, I can't really swing it in a way that feels natural, so I am simply going to post it like I did with the background information on shot placement. Sorry for the delays here.

A word on the setting, and the organization of law enforcement in it

Debouche, Maine is directly based off of the real-world town of Greenville, Maine, and just like its real-world counterpart, Debouche is located in Piscataquis County. As an interesting aside, going off of an old definition of what constituted the American Frontier, Piscataquis County is one of seven counties east of the Mississippi river and one of only two in the American Northeast that still meet the requirements for a frontier county; less than 6 people per square mile. Though perhaps that is not surprising, wide swaths of the county are preserves or parks, and of the counties total area, nearly 10% is covered by lakes and ponds. Suffice to say, you are out ‘in the sticks’ as much as it is possible to be ‘in the sticks’ on the East Coast. In the real world, the town of Dover-Foxcroft is the seat of the Piscataquis County’s government, but in this quest, the towns of Dover and Foxcroft never unified into one and developed into the ‘large town’ (population ~3200) that it is in the real world, leaving Debouche (based on the real world Greenville, with a population of ~1600) as the seat of the county government.

The reason that this is being brought up here is to preface background information on Sheriff’s offices and law enforcement in the rural parts of America. For non-American anons (or for oblivious American anons) a Sheriff’s Office is a county wide law enforcement office. Functionally they work like a police department, but for an entire county, instead of a town or municipality. In areas where towns are not large enough to afford (or need) dedicated police departments, they are the only law enforcement available to residents. Generally, as they are serving an entire county, their response times are abysmal, and commonly are measured in hours instead of minutes, but considering that our character is living in the outskirts of the county seat, where their primary office is located, he and anyone else living in Debouche will need to worry about that, at least for now.
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>>4437094
There are two other salient points about Sheriffs; first they are elected officials, and in rural America the office is commonly regarded as the most important and prestigious of all locally elected positions. The other point is that their office is responsible for running county jails, and in this case of this quest, the Sherriff of Piscataquis county is responsible for running the Consolidated Somerset-Piscataquis Jail. In the real world, counties will almost always have their own jails, but in the world of this quest, local governments have been somewhat consolidated at the state level, as a means of improving administrative and bureaucratic efficiencies, considering that the country has been “a step away from a proper war footing” since the end of the Second World War, continually squaring off with the Soviets. And as a point of clarification, despite being used interchangeably in causal language, there are significant legal and practical differences between the two types of institutions, in the United States. Jails are locally run, designated for holding those who have not been convicted yet or who have relatively short sentences, as opposed to prisons, which are for convicted criminals sentenced to long internments. As a rule of thumb, jails typically have worse conditions for their inmates than prisons, which are kept to notably higher and nation-wide standards.

Under the sitting Sheriff for the county, Chester B. Arthur, who spends most of his time working as an administrator, but still enjoys going out on patrols when he can, there are a total of 15 active Deputy Sheriff’s and two Undersheriffs. The more junior of the two Undersheriffs is Gerald Carter, who you are about to deal with. He is the stickler that he is for rules and appearances as he considers himself the public face of the office (which to a certain extent is a fair assessment of his role), the natural successor when Arthur eventually stops running for reelection (which is a bit of wishful thinking) and the real number two of the office (which is complete delusion). The more senior of the two Undersheriffs is George K. Polk, who acts as the warden of the Consolidated Somerset-Piscataquis Jail, and has an entire separate hierarchy of guards and staff underneath him.


With that background provided, I'm going to take a quick break to grab dinner, and then I will get the scene done. Again, sorry for the delays here, just hit a bit of a writers block, that's all.
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“… and while I’m thinking about it, I’d like to check your liquor license.” Any hope of not dealing with Undersheriff Carter evaporates as you approach the pool area from the parking lot; that’s him, no doubt about it. You pat your pocket where you have put the receipt for the purchases to check to make sure that it is still there. Deep breaths, deep deep breaths now. As you pass through the open staff door and head straight into the pool area, you can see Carter reprimanding some of the remaining guests, it seems that most of them are holding citation slips. What in the goddamn…

Suddenly, he snaps right around to look straight at you! Jesus Christ, how the hell did he do that? You were not making any noise. That was almost … unnatural. But you don’t have time to reflect on it before the undersheriff starts to bear down on you. He angrily hisses at you, loud enough for only you to hear. “Well, if it isn’t Wyatt Fucking Earp in the flesh, ‘pardon-vous’ my French.” As serious as the situation is, you find yourself wondering what LeBlanc would make of his ‘French’. He always got really pissy the few times you made honest attempt to speak his native tongue to him and his wife Maeve, this lingual aberration might genuinely drive him to an act of violence. You try to keep your face as neutral as you can, but even as you smother chuckles you find yourself worrying about him; him leaving town like that is strange and concerning, to say the least. “You just can’t leave scene like this. Where the fuck have you been, and what the fuck have you been doing?”

>[Justiciar] I was given money to purchase some equipment to process and clean up after the remains of the bull on behalf of Allen and the ‘Kate’, considering that the man was busy with his recovering child; but I must confess, I spent much of the money on myself (Confess to your misdeeds)

>[Paragon] I went to purchase some equipment to process and clean up after the remains of the bull on behalf of Allen and the ‘Kate’, considering that the man was busy with his recovering child.

>[Pragmatic] I went to get some equipment to process and clean up after the remains of the bull on behalf of Allen and the ‘Kate’, considering that the man was busy with his recovering child. (Will attempt to conceal that any money was received from Allen)

>[Roguish] You must be confused; even though we share a building I report to Aaskov (the Town Manager) and Debouche, not the Sheriff and the county. Am I being detained? If not, I have work to do. (Deflects, but looks suspicious, will presumably anger Carter)

>[Blackguard] I’ve joked about it behind your back before, but are you actually retarded, by any chance? Just because we share the same building does not mean we have the same boss. If you are done wasting time and tax money, I have an actual job to do here … deputy. (Deflects, looks suspicious, will definitely anger Carter, possibly Provoke him)
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>>4437279
>>[Roguish] You must be confused; even though we share a building I report to Aaskov (the Town Manager) and Debouche, not the Sheriff and the county. Am I being detained? If not, I have work to do. (Deflects, but looks suspicious, will presumably anger Carter)
Sovereign citizen tier. If he gets pissy, we can snidely offer him some venison to make amends.
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>>4437279
>[Roguish] You must be confused; even though we share a building I report to Aaskov (the Town Manager) and Debouche, not the Sheriff and the county. Am I being detained? If not, I have work to do. (Deflects, but looks suspicious, will presumably anger Carter)
Would've put up with it and answered a few questions but eh, fuck this guy.
I'm tempted to call him a retard to his face but I'd rather not fight a cop.
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>>4437336
>>4437360
Alright, seems like a decent consensus. I'll get a post up.
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>>4437460
Whoops; I fell asleep.
Double whoops; I really overslept.

I'll need to get a few things straightened around, then I will be able to get those posts up.
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Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d20)

Wyatt Fucking Earp. Though the comparison was obviously mean to be sarcastic and demeaning … God, you wish you were Wyatt Earp.

You look straight into Undersheriff’s Carters square face. Telling this man the truth, that you sort of accepted a ‘gift’ will go over like a lead balloon, and even trying to skirt around the topic will be more trouble than it is worth; while the badge you carry might not be from the Sheriff’s Office, it seems that Carter, in his crusade to maintain appearances and proper conduct isn’t willing to make that distinction here. You carry a badge and a gun, and to him, apparently, that means you need to be held to the standards of his office of badge and gun carriers. You would be flattered, almost touched even, if the first words out of his mouth were not denigrating you as some wannabe lawman. It isn’t that he considers you a brother-in-arms, no, he is just worried that someone else might consider you his brother-in-arms.

And if you are being honest with yourself here, if you were to be held by the standards of a deputy sheriff, or of a police officer, then you have made at least three potentially career ending missteps; delaying arrival and securing a scene as you were considering taking a bribe, accepting a ‘gift’ (is there such a thing as a ‘belated bribe’?) for completing your work, and possibly leaving the scene prematurely. No, your best bet it to avoid mentioning any and all of these, keeping Carter in the dark as much as possible. And the best bet … for your best … bet, uh…

He is still staring. God this is awkward, how long have you been internally monologuing here? Your best bet is to talk around anything that might potentially indicate any misdeeds, clinging like a drowning man to a capsized lifeboat that you don’t report to him or his office. Still, he is certainly intimating!

>Undersheriff Carter is intimidating you; attempting to reduce your ability to persuade and deceive. To convince him to completely drop this line of ‘investigation’, you will need to make a series of increasingly difficult rolls. If you pass most of them, he might drop it for now but bring it up later. Please, two anons, roll 1d20. If your roll here manages to beat his intimidation roll in this post, then you are not intimidated, and misleading him will be easier. If he rolls higher than you, then the difference between the rolls will be used a malus in the proceeding persuasion and deception rolls.
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>>4438044
Holy Shit. The rolls on this quest...

Rolling two critical failures is a 0.25% chance. After this double critical failure, Undersheriff Carter will never be able to intimidate you again, and the tests to persuade and deceive him are going to be much easier. I'm going to grab something to eat, you can roll if you are curious to see how well you would have done against him.

And now I realized that on top of all of this, in the linked post, I misspelled 'intimidating'. Heh heh heh; perfect! He failed so bad at being intimidating that he affected my spelling!
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>4438044
Yeah, that's about as intimidating as I expected him to be.
Come on, no double critical fails.
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>4438044
Pfffthahahahahah. Snake eyes, holy shit.
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> G. Carter attempts to Intimidate R. Mantle
> G. Carter and R. Mantle are ‘equals’, both will roll 2d20 for the test
> G. Carter rolls 2 on Intimidation
> R. Mantle rolls 28 on Intimidation Resistance

Carter has always taken himself and his job really seriously. Maybe if he was not such an ass about it, you might respect him for it, but this is beginning to border on parody; he is so tensed up, glaring at you so hard, he is starting to go red in the face. And is he shaking, or is that your imagination? You glance down for a second, and realize with a start that the man is standing on the tips of his toes, just so he can glare you straight in your eyes. You cannot help it, a chuckle escapes at that sight. Realizing he has been found out, he goes flat footed again, and his angry eyes drop to the level of your chin. Man alive, you are barely 5’ 10”, has he always been this short? Most of the time you have seen him, he has either been at a distance or at in his cruiser. The mental image of the fastidious Carter trying to constantly position himself to appear taller, despite the seriousness your situation here is enough to make you laugh.

You are trying and failing to suppress your laughter with all manner of snorts and half-chuckles escaping your lips as you return the Undersheriffs gaze. You have long given up trying to not smile and now are doing so broadly. Carter, the stubborn bull that he is tries one final effort to intimidate you. He tilts his head back, he somehow manages to glare even harder at you, and his mouth is fixed in an open snarl. All of this might have actually worked, had he not reflexively gone back to standing on his toes. His now openly angry face, popping up a few inches is just so perfectly silly, and done with unintentionally perfect comedic timing that you cannot help yourself; you start laughing openly at the man. You will never be able to take this sanctimonious clown seriously again.

> G. Carter rolls a Double Critical Failure and will never be able to intimate R. Mantle again.
> G. Carter will be more susceptible to R. Mantle’s deception and persuasion for the remainder of this encounter

You eventually stifle your laughter, but not before Carter has gone beet red in embarrassment. Funnily enough, even though the embarrassment, he is still trying to ‘mean mug’ you into submission, but that boat has not just sailed, it has fucking sunk. “Undersheriff, I’m on the clock here. If you do not mind, I’m going to get to work here.” Carter does not take that well at all. “In fact, I do mind, Mantle!”

>R. Mantle has Speech 2, which provides 2d20 for Speech Tests, and the 'Rhetoric' Inclination which provides an additional 1d20. Because of the abysmal failure of the intimidation test, R. Mantle receives a temporary +8 to all Speech tests against G. Carter. 3 anons, please roll 1d20. The CR for the first test is 20.
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

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Rolled 5 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

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Rolled 15 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

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>>4438270 roll of 9
>>4438267 roll of 5
>>4438265 roll of 15
>With the +8 bonus, the net roll of 37 means that you manage to persuade G. Carter to let to get to work right now, but he will still try to get some answers out of you as you work.

The +8 is only added once; should have specified. Still, no worries, that is one test passed with flying colors. I'm writing right now.
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If you keep letting him interrupt you from your work here, odds will continue to increase that you are going to slip up and say or do something that might be, or later become, incriminating. Logically, the best course of action for you is to not let yourself get drawn in. Shut him out, ignore him as much as possible.

“Undersheriff, one of the most important parts of my job is to prevent animals, living-” you pause here, to gesture pointedly at the remains of the bull, now bloated and on its side in the pool “-or dead from becoming vectors of disease. The ‘Kate’ is a high-occupancy building, and there are animal remains just sitting nearby. In water, no less.” It seems that the discussion of duty did much to mollify the undersheriff, at least for now. He remains where he was, standing by the staff door, and does not stop you as you head over to the pool and the onlookers who have remained. Deliberately trying to ignore his presence, you ask Reaves about the citations that Carter had handed out to him and some of the others.

“Public drinking. Apparently, without the ‘no alcoholic beverages beyond this point’ signs around the outer egresses of the pool area, you cannot legally drink outside here. Seems kind of-” you interject here with ‘asinine’, and Reaves and the others laugh. “I was going to say harsh, but I’m certainly not disagreeing.” With that mystery solved, you tell the men that if they want to help, for them to either change into a swimsuit or something that they’d be comfortably throwing away, and one of the members of the Inn’s staff to get some big trash bags and cans. You drop your supplies by the edge of the pool, and you strip down to your underwear, so not to do any more damage to your already pretty shabby work outfit. Acutely aware of the presence of several women guests, you quickly get in the pool, and wade your way through the soiled water to the remains.

The smell of blood and wet moose is far from pleasant, and the lingering warmth in the water might make a more sensitive man’s skin crawl, but you are just happy that the bowels have been breached. If you are careful here, you should be able to get this done without making a further mess, by mixing shit in with the blood that is nearly at your waist. The first thing you will need to do it to get the bull positioned belly up, and to do that, you have two choices, either remove the antlers, or attempt to move the remains deep enough into the pool that the antlers will clear the bottom if you tried to flip it over. Cutting the antlers like this will mean that you lose the chance to take (and keep or later sell) the Bull Moose Skull Cap Trophy but positioning the bull in deeper water will take some luck (will require roll of 1d20; 1-9 is a Failure, 10-20 is Success).
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>>4438409
A word on Trophies.
In cases of genuinely spectacular performance, like knocking down a charging bull moose with five shots from a sidearm chambered in .22, a Trophy will become available. If you are able to retrieve the trophy, and bring it back to the Homestead, then as long as it remains there, it will provide a permanent boost to a skillset or test that was involved in the spectacular performance. In the case of the Bull Moose Skull Cap Trophy, getting this back to the Homestead will permanently improve your accuracy modifiers from the accuracy test, increasing the damage that your ranged attacks do when they land. Retrieval of Trophies are not automatic however, there will always be some risk involved. The level of risk is a decent indicator to the trophies value.


Now, before the men come back ready to help, it would be for the best to make a decision on how to approach flipping this thing on its back.

>Cut antlers immediately, lose the Trophy

>Attempt to move remains, requires roll (1d20: Critical Failure is 1. Near Critical Failure is 2-5. Failure is 6-9. Success is 10-20). Critical or Near Critical Failures destroys trophy and breaches bowels. Failure does not destroy trophy, but does breach bowel. If bowel is breached, the next three Health Tests will have a malus ‘In the Company of a Dangerously Loose Moose’ for -125 points. If any of the three checks fail, then our character develops a case of chronic intestinal worms, and his caloric requirements increase by 1.25, indefinitely or until successful treatment.
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>>4438410
>Attempt to move remains, requires roll (1d20: Critical Failure is 1. Near Critical Failure is 2-5. Failure is 6-9. Success is 10-20). Critical or Near Critical Failures destroys trophy and breaches bowels. Failure does not destroy trophy, but does breach bowel. If bowel is breached, the next three Health Tests will have a malus ‘In the Company of a Dangerously Loose Moose’ for -125 points. If any of the three checks fail, then our character develops a case of chronic intestinal worms, and his caloric requirements increase by 1.25, indefinitely or until successful treatment.
No risk no reward, I'd go for it.
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>>4438410
>>Attempt to move remains, requires roll (1d20: Critical Failure is 1. Near Critical Failure is 2-5. Failure is 6-9. Success is 10-20). Critical or Near Critical Failures destroys trophy and breaches bowels. Failure does not destroy trophy, but does breach bowel. If bowel is breached, the next three Health Tests will have a malus ‘In the Company of a Dangerously Loose Moose’ for -125 points. If any of the three checks fail, then our character develops a case of chronic intestinal worms, and his caloric requirements increase by 1.25, indefinitely or until successful treatment.
Worth a shot.
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>>4438418
>>4438419
Alright then, it seems that there is a consensus. I will take the first roll of 1d20 after this post goes up.
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

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>>Attempt to move remains, requires roll
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

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>>4438504
thank god you beat me to it by 12 seconds, that was close
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>>4438507
>>4438504
>>4438510
By the skin of our collective teeth, we managed to pull through that. Alight, I'm going to grab something to eat, and then I should have the next post up.
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There is something that just strikes you about taking a proper Trophy from this bull; even though getting them off in one proper piece will complicate things immensely, you are already imagining the rack mounted over the fireplace in your living room. Soon, the employee who went running for the trash can and bags returns, and shortly after, several of the men from early filter back into the pool area, appropriately dressed for some ‘wet work’. Meanwhile, Undersheriff Carter is still in the pool area as well, trying and failing to look important and busy, as nearly everyone is ignoring him. If you are lucky, he might just give it up and leave, but he is pretty stubborn. He might try to take another crack or two at you, demanding an explanation that he does not deserve, and that might implicate you in a felony or two. So long as you play that cool, everything should be fairly copacetic.

As your assistants gingerly step into the soiled water, you realize that you have not properly introduced yourself to two of them. A lanky man with a shock of black hair and vaguely Oriental features introduces himself as Sam Tsung; his English is serviceable, but heavily accented. The admittedly paranoid thought of him being some manner of Soviet infiltrator crosses your mind, but you push it aside. What the hell would he be here to steal, the ‘Kate’s’ award winning Whoopie Pie recipe? Besides, if he were a chink spook, his English would be much better. The other guest turned assistant is a heavy-set man with a solid looking beer belly, ironically enough named George Light. With the four of you in position around the Moose, you explain your plan to safely get the beast on his back, so it can be moved and dressed out safely.

Working in tandem, with one man to a leg, the four of you carefully and deliberately move the remains out into the deeper end of the pool. The smell is unpleasant, and the prospect of getting soiled water in your mouth even less so, but together you manage. The tricky part is the actual flipping. You aren’t entirely certain, but you are worried that flipping it over to quickly might breach or otherwise void the bowels. Flipping the corpse, even as it is floating is actually much more difficult than you had thought, and flipping it slowly, proves to be impossible. At the last second, Light and Reaves lose control of their side of the bull as you and Tsung are rolling it towards them. For several-several seconds, you are afraid that it was to much of a jolt, or the tines of the antlers were damaged. But after a hurried inspection, everything was fine.
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>>4438616
You give instructions to start moving the bull back into the shallow water again, where it will be easier to cut and move around the remains, when suddenly Carter is at the edge of the pool and starts interrupting you again. “Mantle, I have better things to do than wait here for you!”

>R. Mantle has Speech 2, which provides 2d20 for Speech Tests, and the 'Rhetoric' Inclination which provides an additional 1d20. Because of the abysmal failure of the intimidation test, R. Mantle receives a temporary +8 to all Speech tests against G. Carter. 3 anons, please roll 1d20. The CR for the second test is 24.
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

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Rolled 6 (1d20)

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>>4438692
Hey guys, I'm going to call it earlier tonight, partially so I can plan out the rest of the encounter at the pool and get parts of it prewritten, so I don't take as long as I have been inbetween posts.
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>>4438900
Appreciate the heads up, have a good night, man.
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

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>>4439352
Boy, this quest really does have some incredible rolls doesn't it?

I'm planning starting up today's run at 6:30pm Eastern Standard Time.
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>>4439709
Hey, with the bonus we managed to get it
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>>4439740
Oh I know, it is just that there seems to be a whole lot more ones and twos then you'd expect out of the roles.
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>>4438626 roll of 10
>>4438692 roll of 6
>>4439352 roll of 1

>With the +8 bonus, the net roll of 25 means that you manage to completely dissuade G. Carter from interrupting you while you work. He will make one more attempt to get answers.

“Undersheriff Carter, I am sure that better things to do … uh, right now. But dealing with the remains of this bull really is time sensitive. Look, you can already see how the stomach is bloating up. Listen, if you have ‘issues’, those will be dealt with through the Debouche Town Office; they open first thing in the morning.” As the words leave your mouth you wonder if they were wise, but it is not like the complaints protocol for public employees (and contractors like yourself) is privileged information. And the gambit seems to have paid off, he seems to finally accept that you are not in a position to talk right now. Turning your attention back to the bull, you and your helpers trace your steps with the corpse bobbing along as you head back into the shallows with the remains belly side up.

You head to a part of the shallows where the water is not completely soiled with blood, and you can actually sort of see what you are doing. Using the longer than average skinning knife, you make your first incision, starting at ‘twelve-o’clock’ on the moose’s anus as you stand between his rear legs. You need to be careful, as to not to puncture any part of the bowels, which would run the risk of making an absolute mess, especially in water, but you are an old hand at this, and the first series of incisions through the connective tissue go smoothly. Once the anus is opened up, with your hand you carefully start teasing out the colon, until all of the tissue holding it in position has been either been torn or where necessary, cut with your knife. When Light asks if you need gloves for this, you explain that the presence of water here is complicating things, so you have to do more of the job here by touch than anything else.

Once the first colon is completely free in the cavity, you then make your way all the way to the moose’s neck. You are careful with what you are cutting: by pinching the skin and cutting up, you can safeguard against accidently driving your knife deep into the body and puncturing something. With the skin cut all the way to the neck, the next step is to saw through the breastbone. Your helpers stabilize the moose, with Light on the right leg and Tsung and Reaves on the left as you saw through the bone. And then with the breastbone sawed clean through, you get to work on pulling the esophagus and trachea; pulling them out and freeing them more or less like you did with the colon. You then pull the esophagus and trachea out of the neck, and then gently start to slide it through the cut you made in the breastbone, as a way to provide access and tension in the heart and lungs so you can cut them free as well.
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>>4440196
Once they are clear, you fully open up the moose. Sticking your hand in between the stomach and the remaining muscle and tissue, you carefully cut through to your hand, to ensure that you do not puncture the stomach, or further down on the remains the intestines. With everything opened up and loose, it is a matter of gingerly shifting the moose to the side and letting the innards fall out, into the bags. There is more blood in the water, but no shit, and no stomach acid either; the meat should be safe for consumption.

With that complete, the four of you manage to push and pull the remains up the stairs of the pool and on to the concrete. Now, the rest is relatively straight forward butchery, and it goes quickly. Tsung and Light pop back into the pool one more time, and retrieve the bags, throwing them into the trashcans. And you use other clean trash bags to store the meat that you’ll be bringing home for your freezer. Finally, it is time for you take your Trophy. Grabbing the bone saw again, you cut the skull cap free. Underneath, you can see the brain that you will use later, in the tanning process. One of the employees of the ‘Kate’ produces a camera, and insists on taking your picture, as you and your helpers pose with the Trophy.

You are about to start parceling out pieces of meat for them, as you had promised earlier, when Undersheriff Carter comes over again. His open anger is gone, as well as most of his impatience. But he still is not willing to let this go, not quite yet. “Alright Mantle; he’s dressed and out of the water, all cleanly bagged up, you have even gotten your picture taken. Is now finally a good time?”

>R. Mantle has Speech 2, which provides 2d20 for Speech Tests, and the 'Rhetoric' Inclination which provides an additional 1d20. Because of the abysmal failure of the intimidation test, R. Mantle receives a temporary +8 to all Speech tests against G. Carter. 3 anons, please roll 1d20. The CR for the final test is 28. As both previous tests have passed, even so long as this one is not a Near Critical Failure (a net roll of 1-10) or a Triple Critical Failure (roll 1 three times), then even if you don't manage to convince Carter to completely drop it, he will be done for the night at the very least.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>4440201
No way we can lose this
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

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Rolled 3 (1d20)

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>>4440203 rolls 18
>>4440205 rolls 12
>>4440206 rolls 3
>With the +8 bonus, the net roll of 41 means that you manage to completely dissuade G. Carter from continuing his 'investigation'. He is no longer suspicious of your absence. Congratulations!

>Katahdin Inn Pool Area, Debouche, Maine, approximately 7:05 pm.

"Well, it might be a better time, but it is not exactly what I would consider a 'good time'. I'll need to supervise the cleaning of the pool here, and then I will need to file an incident report. I don't know how long that will take..." Carter simply looks exasperated more than anything else at this point, but you cannot give him an inch. "I could try to get you a copy of my report later, if you still have questions, or I don't know what ... but I still am busy here. I'm not in a position to just step away and take a break."

"Then what ..."

"Work, that's what. I don't carry around a damned bonesaw on my belt, and I couldn't have done my job here without one." You carefully are omitting that you purchased the bonesaw, as that might raise questions about the money. Thankfully, it seems that Carter is either satisfied, or he has given up any hope of getting a satisfactory answer out of you. "Alright, just get me that report Mantle. As soon as you can." With that, he turns and stalks out, more than a little huffily. Several-several-several seconds after he passes through the still open staff door to the pool area that leads out into the parking lot, you can hear his cruiser start up and drive off, and you are unable to conceal an earnest sigh of relief. Several of those remaining in the pool area notice, and Light goes as far to chuckle at it, but at this point, you are beyond worrying about being seen like that. You talk with some of the 'Kate's' employees and discuss how to clean up the blood and dispose of the innards properly, and you take a minute to portion out decent sized cuts, for those who helped, as well as some extra cuts for any guests (or employees) who wanted to try some. One of the employee's reiterates Allen's offer of giving the guests and yourself access to the kitchens to cook the cuts of venison, but it is getting more than a little late...

>Stay and have an impromptu cookout with the guests (and the employees) of the 'Kate'; make some 'social gains'.
>Call it a night and head to the Homestead, you have animals that will need their nightly feeding sooner or later.
>Head over to the Morrison Farm, and start hauling off the salvage that you found; you don't want to leave it just sitting around overnight if you can help it.
>You still need to sneak the tank-thing out of the Morrison Farm before Reaves finds it, best to do it ASAP. With Leblanc gone and the Memorial Library closed, that leaves ... the 'Tinman'.
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>>4440242
>You still need to sneak the tank-thing out of the Morrison Farm before Reaves finds it, best to do it ASAP. With Leblanc gone and the Memorial Library closed, that leaves ... the 'Tinman'.
Fuck people, fuck salvage, we have a tank to worry about.
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>>4440242
>>You still need to sneak the tank-thing out of the Morrison Farm before Reaves finds it, best to do it ASAP. With Leblanc gone and the Memorial Library closed, that leaves ... the 'Tinman'.
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>>4440242
The tank is protected and camouflaged. And Tinman might want to keep the tank for himself.

>Unload the feed at your house and feed your animals. You can then return to the Farmers Union to get the rest.

>Tell the guests jokingly that if you don´t feed your hens at the right time they might peck you to death on your sleep. Worse, if it is the boar who gest angry.
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>>4440258
Alright, it has been about an hour since I put this up, consider this closed for seeking out the 'Tinman'.
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>Katahdin Inn Parking Lot, Debouche, Maine, approximately 7:15 pm.

As much as you could go for something to eat right about now (and presumably your animals are pretty hungry right now as well) you still want to get that tank-thing on your property as soon as possible. While you have no doubt that these guest may have money, they are staying at a hotel, which means that they almost certainly live outside of your ‘territory’, meaning that even if they did have work for you, getting there and getting it back would probably be more trouble than it was worth. And as for the salvage kicking around the Morrison Farm, it had been there for years without being stolen or taken, odds are that it will still be there, even if you have to leave it unsecured overnight.

No, the real time sensitive issue is getting that tank-thing off of it before that ‘amicable welcher’ Reaves raises Cain about it. After giving some instructions on cleaning for the pool and some tips for cooking for the meat, you say your goodbyes as the ‘Kate’s’ employees start hauling off the innards and the disjointed remains of the bull’s skeleton. When you are in the relative privacy of your truck, you strip out of your now water-logged (and blood-logged) underwear and dress in your work clothes again; partly because your uniform is still wet from getting ‘Chip’ out of the pool in the first place, and partially because if you are going to move the tank-thing tonight, you will need to call on the ‘Tinman’ for help, and you doubt that showing up in uniform will improve his impression of anyone making a late night visit.
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>>4440564
After spending several minutes writing up the official report, you call in Debouche’s Public Safety Dispatch to report a successful resolution; Edna is still on, and to your surprise, she starts the call by congratulating you for saving ‘Chip’. You really do not know how exactly to feel about that; on one hand, you did indisputably save him from a charging bull moose, while almost comically under gunned. On the other hand, had you been quicker in refusing Allen’s bribe, he would never have been able to put himself in danger like that in the first place. She made a point of personally mailing your check, your payment for the successful resolution, so that you will get with the mail delivery first thing in the morning. It is only for 50 dollars, a flat payment per resolution that you negotiated as part of your contract, but you are not complaining about the money; every little bit helps. Besides, the meat from the moose is probably worth three maybe four times that, and then there is that incredible trophy you have taken.

With that out of the way, you will need to get over to see the ‘Tinman’ before it gets any later; the sun has already set. While you are acutely aware of the danger that you are putting yourself in by visiting the ‘Tinman’ after sunset, you really do not have a choice if you want the tank-thing moved tonight. Trying not to dwell on any negative thoughts, you start your truck up, and pull out of the ‘Kate’s’ parking lot.
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>>4440568

>Fredrick ‘Tinman’ Tinn’s Homestead, in the Rockhead Strip (T1R1), located within the Northeast Somerset Unorganized Territory, approximately 7:35pm

It takes longer to get out to Tinn’s homestead than you thought it would; you needed to drive all the way through Debouche, and into the Rockhead Strip, a portion of the lakeside that is well outside of the Debouche line and that sits opposite of Mount Kineo and the Consolidated Somerset-Piscataquis Jail on its small peninsula on the other side of the lake. But eventually, you reach the driveway with the homemade mailbox made out of corrugated metal, done up to look like a big tin can. You would not have pegged a recluse as the type for tongue in cheek humor, but it seems that Tinn is full of surprises. Unfortunately, one of those surprises was fatal, for a police officer no less.

The gate to his driving is sitting wide open, and if it were anyone else living on or near this lake, you would be inclined to describe it as ‘inviting’. You turn in, and slowly head up the drive. The driveway, and the property itself is surrounded in a dense brushy thicket; even if the sun was out, you doubt that you would be able to see into it. Moreover, the driveway itself is not straight, and you realize with a bit of a sinking feeling that this was probably done deliberately, as some manner of defensive planning. In the bright lights of your headlights, you can see that the sides of the driveway have brick ‘teeth’. Every four or six inches, there are bricks that appear to have been buried and cemented, with a little less than half of the bring sticking long-side up. You are not sure, but you imagine that driving over a few of them would probably pop a tire. It seems that great care was taken to ensure that anyone coming up the driveway would have to take their sweet time, or else risk a wreck.

You are beginning to understand what Tinn was going for with all of this. By forcing any visitors to slow down when coming into the property, he is giving himself time to prepare for them. These worries are not eased when you come around the last turn and enter into the main portion of the Tinn homestead. But perhaps, ‘compound’ is a better word.
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>>4440571
Or maybe ‘fort’.

The house is entirely brick and cement; all of the windows have steel shutters and bars. It sits elevated on what appears to be a deliberately landscaped position above the open grassy areas on the property, which are parceled out into pastures. At the mutual border of the forest and the fields is the most diligently maintained firebreak you have ever seen in your life. A band of packed dirt with not a single plant or twig as far as you can see separates the forests from the fields. In the middle of the dirt band, sits what appears to be a chain-link fence that has been stacked on top of another chain-link fence, and then threaded razor wire through it. In the pastures, there are thin posts, with streamers attached to their tops; at first glance you thought that they were decorations, but with a start, you realize that they are range markers and wind guides.

And sitting in front of you is the real gate to his driveway; clearly made by Tinn himself, using steel I-beams and cement. It looks heavy enough that it might need dedicated equipment to open it. The brick teeth on the side of the driveway are gone, they have been replaced with cement mounted ‘tank traps’, built small enough to fit under cars or trucks. But beside this imposing gate, there is an path of paver stones that leads to an small, open door, and from what you can see, all the way to the strong house on the other side of the gate. Well, it seems that he wants you out of your truck now. As you shut of the engine and get out, you realize that there might not have even been a lock on the first gate; it could have been a prop!

You know, people say that you are paranoid. Hell, you say that you are paranoid. But this is … somehow, paranoid does not do this justice. The door by the gate is positioned directly in line with the front of the house. You swallow in a particularly dry throat as you realize you are walking straight into a deliberately crafted ‘funnel’. Odds are Tinn is on the other side, looking at you through a scope by this point. Still you have a reason to be here, and surprisingly, there has not been a single ‘No Trespassing’ sign, so you know that you are not breaking any laws here. You step through the gate and begin to approach the strong house.

You get about 10, maybe a dozen paces before you are practically blinded as a searchlight snaps on suddenly. There is a squawk, and from several loudspeakers, all of which are projecting out in different directions, you are addressed by Tinn. “I am going to ask you to stop right there, please. Are you armed?”

Oh fuck! You are armed! You still have your M9A3 in its shoulder holster! What the Hell should you say?

>[Truth] Yes, I am armed.
>[Lie] No, I am unarmed.
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>>4440573
Sorry for the delays guys, I had this sort of prewritten, but I wanted to spend more time laying out Tinn's Stronghouse and Compound, to build him up appropriately.

As an aside, this quest is about to pass 495 replies while still on the 7th page, which means that it is on track to beat Space Derelict Quest Thread 1 as my biggest quest thread yet. Thanks to everyone for making this such a success; compared to my earlier efforts, the difference in turnout here has really been night and day!
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>>4440573
>>[Truth] Yes, I am armed.
Lying to Tinn would not blow over well. He seemed polite enough with his questioning, but has the absolute advantage here, and should not be taken lightly. We play by his rules, and we may have a very well armed and knowledgeable friend by the end of this. We lie, and he is definitely going to be upset, potentially hostile even.
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>>4440573
>[Truth] Yes, I am armed.
I'd rather not get shot before the apocalypse even begins, let's just go with yes on this one.
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>>4440607
>>4440602
Alright, I'll get to writing.
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You do not know where he is, considering the speakers are all over the place, so you shout, to make sure that you can be heard. “I am. I did not mean anything by it, sir. It is just my carry piece; I have in a shoulder holster.” You wait, but there is no response. Getting a little (more) desperate, you clarify. “On my left, on my left side.” For an unnaturally long second, there is nothing. Then another squawk.

“I see. I will admit that I am not enthused at the idea of armed strangers paying evening visits completely unannounced, but if they were, I would much rather they were honest about it. Out of curiosity, just what are you carrying?” You respond immediately and truthfully, telling him that you are carrying a Beretta M9A3. “Is she a single or a double?” “A double stack, sir, 17.” “And you carry her in a shoulder holster? Isn’t she a bit big for that?” “I wear loose shirts, sir.” There is what could be either distortion or a snort of mirth, followed up by another question. “Beretta’s M9A3 is a military pistol; are you a veteran? You look pretty young.” You shake your head, before realizing that you should stick to speaking instead of gestures. “No sir, I was not cut out for it.” You are wondering if he is going to tell you that you shouldn’t carry a soldier’s sidearm if you didn’t serve, but when he starts talking again, it seems that has dropped the subject of guns entirely.

“Your truck has farm plates, and I thought I saw some writing on the sides; if that is the name of your farm and the town it is in, those are some of the requirements for partial inspection farm plates. If that is the case, the law says that you can only take that truck 20 miles from the farm it is registered with. You are a neighbor.” It is clearly not a question, but you feel compelled to answer it anyway. “Yes sir, I’ve got a homestead here; I purchased the farmhouse and a spit of land from the old Lasky family farm.” The speakers are still on, and you can hear something that sounds like writing. Is he taking notes about you? “You have been really good about all of this; so I am going to shut off this spotlight now.” There is another snap, and the light fades away almost immediately, though you are still seeing spots and dots. “What’s your name, neighbor?”
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>>4440763
“Mantle. Reggie Mantle.” The speakers are still running, and you are certain that the sound you can faintly make out is that of someone thumbing through a book or a file. “Ah … here we go. You do odd jobs, and you are … Debouche’s dog catcher?” You clear your throat. “Animal Control sir, I’ll catch anything.” You deliberately left out the word ‘officer’ from your title, considering Tinn’s relationship with the law. To be honest, he seems much politer than you would have imagined him. But when you think about it, all you know about the man is that he is solitary and that he killed a cop, then got away with it. “I was going to say, I don’t have any dogs. But that is a moot point; this is a personal call.” Again, this was clearly not a question, but you cannot help yourself to not treat it as one. “No sir, I need your help. Well, specifically, I need the help of someone who can drive a tank, or something like a tank, and I knew that you had a military background …”. You trail off, and as your eyes continue to adjust, there is silence; no static or shuffling on the other end.

Suddenly the spotlight snaps back on. Jesus, this thing burns! With a squawk, Tinn comes back on, and while his words are still polite, his tone has gotten noticeably curter. “I would like you to say that again.” You repeat yourself, verbatim. “So you found a tank? On a farm, here on Mooseleg Lake?” Does he think you are playing a practical joke on him? If the situation was reversed, you just might. “Yes sir. And I own the thing now; it seems to be in working order still, but I cannot figure out how to start the thing or get it to drive. I thought you might.” There yet another pause, and after several-several-several seconds you hear the sound of metal cable under strain. You look up, and you notice a heavily padded box on a zipline, heading towards you. How the Hell did you manage to miss that?

“I would like to believe that dog catchers have better ways to spend their evenings than trying to prank or to lure people out of their houses, but asking for help with a tank at nearly quarter to eight at night seems a little farfetched. Still, I am intrigued enough that I am going to give you a chance. Inside this box is a disposable camera and a kitchen timer that has been set for twenty minutes. I have another right here that is also set for twenty minutes. If you want me to believe you, let alone consider helping you, you will head out to this ‘tank-thing’, take a picture of it with the timer visible on it, and then head back before it goes off. I have a dark room here; I can develop it. Spend more than twenty minutes, and then I will have to assume that you have managed to stage a fake.” The box slows down on the line and comes to a stop before even hitting the post of the gate that it is attached to.
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>>4440770
Now, this kind of paranoid, delusional bullshit, this is more along the lines of what you expected from Tinn. For fuck sake, why couldn’t you have been wrong about this nut? You would have to drive like a madman to made it all the way to the other side of Debouche where the Morrison Farm is and back in twenty minutes. Alternatively, you could try to persuade him that there is actually a tank, or perhaps just to give you some more time. Or perhaps, discretion truly is the better part of valor...

>Attempt to persuade Tinn that there really is a tank-thing [Very Difficult, if failed, you will lose time you spent talking]
>Attempt to persuade Tinn to give you more time to get over there [Difficult, if failed, you will lose time you spent talking]
>Accept Tinn’s challenge to prove the existence of the tank-thing [Difficult, risk to Farm Truck and to R. Mantle]
>Abandon your efforts to recruit Tinn’s help in driving the tank-thing and return to your homestead.
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>>4440772
>Attempt to persuade Tinn to give you more time to get over there [Difficult, if failed, you will lose time you spent talking]
I'm not too attached to this versus Choice 3 but at least if fail this challenge it just means we probably fail instead of us injuring ourselves or our damaging our truck.
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>>4440772
>>Attempt to persuade Tinn to give you more time to get over there [Difficult, if failed, you will lose time you spent talking]
iirc, the farm truck can't really handle high speeds. We can't race across town in this thing due to it being unable to handle high speeds, and it definitely isn't a good idea due to our sketchy interactions with Carter today, he's dropped the matter but we certainly must seem suspicious. Not to mention how dangerous it could prove after we hit back roads. May be good to mention that the truck can't handle high speeds, and that 20 minutes is not nearly enough time. We also have to deal with leaving his damn driveway, which is sure to take at least a couple minutes in dark conditions. Mention this as well. The deck is stacked here.
Maybe we could mention our interaction with the officer today? He obviously doesn't hold law enforcement in high regard, and if he's had poor interactions with Carter himself before (I'd say it's pretty likely due to what we know of Carter's personality and Tinn's background.) he may get a kick out of it, give us a bit more leeway. Be sure to leave most details of WHY Carter was initially suspicious in the first place out, he may not like law enforcement itself, but I doubt Tinn is a man who endorses activities like this. The initial failed intimidation attempt on his part should be enough, assuming he's dealt with Carter in the past.
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>>4440802
>>4440797
While this is a pretty solid lead, I am going to leave this one overnight, partially so I can get some sleep, and partially so others have a chance to put in some input.
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>Attempt to persuade Tinn to give you more time to get over there [Difficult, if failed, you will lose time you spent talking]
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>>4440772
>Attempt to persuade Tinn to give you more time to get over there [Difficult, if failed, you will lose time you spent talking]
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>>4440802
This
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>>4440772
>>Attempt to persuade Tinn to give you more time to get over there [Difficult, if failed, you will lose time you spent talking]
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Trying to have a conversation with an entire house while being blinded with spotlights is not exactly easy, but you know that there is just no way that you can make it all the way to the other side of Debouche, take the picture and get back here, safely or not. You will need to have to plead your case, and ask for more time; though odds are persuading him will like squeezing blood from a stone. Well, here it goes...

"Look ... Look here, look listen..."

What a terrific start.

>R. Mantle has Speech 2, which provides 2d20 for Speech Tests, and the 'Rhetoric' Inclination which provides an additional 1d20. 3 anons, please roll 1d20. The CR for this test is 36. Regardless of the outcome of the test, making your case here will take one minute. A Critical Success (three rolls of 20 or net roll greater than 60) with odds of 0.0125% will triple your time. Near Critical Success (net roll equal or greater than 50) will double your time. A straight Success (net rolls of 36 to 49) will give you an extra ten minutes.
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>4441223
Come on Tinn, you crazy fuck
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>4441223
Ah fuck.
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>>4441223
Here we go stammering
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>4441223
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can't he give us a few minutes out of pity if he sees we're clearly a bit slow in the head?
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>>4441428 rolls a 5
>>4441427 rolls a 6
>>4441406
>>4441245 rolls a 7

>R.Mantle has a net roll of 18 on the Speech-Persuade test.
>R. Mantle is not able to pass the Speech-Persuade test; one minute of Tinn's time trial elapses.

"I want your help, Mr. Tinn. And ... and I want it bad enough that I'll play along, and take a picture for you. Like you asked. Just like you asked. But the tank-thing is on the far side of Debouche's outskirts; it took me twenty minutes to get from the town center to here in that truck, there is no way I can possibly make it.

"I need time, I just need more time, please. Work with me here, Mr. Tinn!" There is a pause, for several-several seconds, and for a second there, you wonder if he is actually still listening. But then; "I am working with you, Mr. Mantle, don't you get that? A badge and gun carrying public employee, a man, who, amicable as he seems, has barely a shade of separation between him and a 'longarm', comes to my house. At night. He asks me to leave my house. At night. In the company of an armed stranger, go somewhere I have never been, to see something I have never seen, that has no reason to be just sitting around a farm in the Northwoods. At night.

"Mr. Mantle, I am 'working with you here'. If I was not, I would just laugh this off as nonsense, trespassed you from my property, and called it a night. I appreciate that you have enough respect for me, and respect for yourself that you didn't ask me to forget my little 'time trial' here, but my terms are final. My terms are always final. But as a show of good faith; I'll do you a favor." There is a pause, series of loud electrical snaps, and the shadows behind you lengthen. "I'll turn on the drive lights, it will make it easier on you to get out of here in one piece. You got a radar scanner in that antique, in case the 'longarms' are prowling?" When you answer no, there is a loud 'tisk' sound that just barely slips outside of the microphones range, the distorted feedback is pretty harsh sounding. "Would have been a big help. Oh well."

Well, the lights for the driveway is more than nothing, and it seems that failing to convince him to forgo the 'time trial' here could have gone badly. The package is still hanging, waiting for you. At this point, you have 19 minutes left. Probably. You really ought to get a decent, hard-wearing watch one of these days....

>Make one last attempt to ask for more time. Will take another minute, and the net CR bumps up to 40.
>Thank him for his time, but explain that the tank-thing already has presumably illegal automatics and unregistered destructive devices on board, and that you are already taking enough of a legal risk trying to get it home. He will not come out to help you with the tank, but he might be in the mood to talk about it some more.
>Grab the box, and start the 'time trial'.
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>>4441483
>>Grab the box, and start the 'time trial'.
fire up, man
we've wasted enough time as is
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>>4441483
>>Thank him for his time, but explain that the tank-thing already has presumably illegal automatics and unregistered destructive devices on board, and that you are already taking enough of a legal risk trying to get it home. He will not come out to help you with the tank, but he might be in the mood to talk about it some more.
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>>4441535
>>4441490
Hmm. I'll leave this up while I go get dinner. If there isn't a tie breaking vote by the time I get back, I will have to roll for it I suppose, even as much as I hate taking player agency away for votes that will put the character in danger.
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>>4441535
This might be a clever move. He might be the type whose curiosity is piqued by illegal weapons systems...
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>>4441490
Fuck it I guess, I'm a sucker for a car chase, even with only one car.
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>>4441799
my brain turned off while posting that, to be clear that is a vote for
>Grab the box, and start the 'time trial'.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Hmm. Lets see.
>>4441490 One vote for attempting the time trial
>>4441535 One vote for explaining the situation
>>4441671 One possible vote for explaining the situation
>>4441824 One vote for for attempting the time trial

I guess I'll count >>4441671 as a vote; which means that I'll need to roll for it.

>Explain the legal concerns about the tank-things armament with a roll of 1
>Grab the padded box, and start the 'time trial' with a roll of 2
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>Fredrick ‘Tinman’ Tinn’s Homestead, in the Rockhead Strip (T1R1), located within the Northeast Somerset Unorganized Territory, approximately 7:40pm
>19 minutes left; Farm Truck is at 35 of 45 maximum pips.

It is almost an out of body experience as you pluck the padded box off of the zip line. You honestly can't believe you are doing this, all for a chance than Tinn will come out and help you get the tank-thing home tonight. If you were going to do something insane and illegal, it is a shame you aren't more larcenously inclined, it would probably have been easier and safer to simply break into the Debouche Memorial Library and steal books on tanks instead. But while you are on the topic of the 'insane and the illegal'; those guns and those shells are almost certainly not properly registered. Doing anything with the tank, so long as those guns are attached, besides removing the guns to be turned in, or reporting it is probably some manner of crime.

For a brief second, you think about begging off, trying to explain what is at stake here ... then you realize that he knows. He knows that he is asking you to risk life and limb, not to mention your job and your freedom, if you were caught. He knows, perfectly well what is at stake here for you, and he doesn't care. If he did, then he wouldn't ask you to do this in the first place, would he?

With an angry sigh, you wrench the box open as you pass back through the enormous gate. As promised, there is a kitchen timer and a disposable camera inside, and nothing else. Opening the driver door, you climb up into your farm truck, and you start it up as you carefully set the camera in the center console and the kitchen timer on the dash, so you can see as it ticks down.

The Character
>R. Mantle seeks to drive all the way to the Morrison Farm at night, and then drive back, in less than twenty minutes.

Handling Modifiers
Roll of 1 means 0.125x modifier
Roll of 2 means 0.25x modifier
Roll of 3 means 0.75x modifier
Roll of 4 means 1x modifier
Roll of 5 means 1.125x modifier
Roll of 6 means 1.25x modifier

>Please, I need one roll of 1d6; to determine the modifier that you will be running with tonight. Higher is better, but a poor roll here is not an immediate failure. Also, in circumstances where the roads have degraded further, net rolls below zero will be possible, which means an instant crash or burnout.
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>4441876
Come on dice gods, we really like you're and you're all very cool, help us out here.
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>>4441940
>>4441940
Alright, there we go! Could be better, but barely! That handling will probably get us through.

I need 5 rolls of 1d20 for the first leg of the journey back into town. Once you have finished the rolls here, I'll roll for the 5 1d30. Don't get too worried, the first (and last) portion of the route for the trial are the most difficult, considering Tinn's tricky driveway.

>5 anons need to roll 1d20. If you have already rolled, and there are still rolls that haven't been done, wait 10 minutes or so, and roll again. Higher is better!
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4441965
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>>4441989
Hm, if you are still here and up for it, you can roll again. And if there is anyone else here, we still need 4 more rolls of 1d20.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>4442013
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>>4442036
Hoo boy.

Alright, well, if anyone else want to take a shot, we still need three more rolls of 1d20. And if you want to take another shot at it anon, go ahead, it has been long enough.
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

i'm hesitant about rolling again after those but hey, the dice are random, luck isn't real, may as well keep rolling to speed up the quest
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>>4442071
Anon, you shouldn't talk about Lady Luck like that; she'll get pissy.

Anyway, if anyone out there wants to roll the remaining two dice, they can do it as one roll. For the next legs of the journey, we can just roll all of the dice at once instead, it will save time.
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