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!!axso+Og9by5 01/13/12(Fri)00:33 No.17522943>>17522747
Still disoriented by the explosion, you stumble onto your feet. With every passing moment, your pain diminishes, and a righteous fury wells within your chest. You cover your entire body in a dense, bony material and whatever isn't armor becomes enraged muscle. Your fellow prisoners are dying for a chance at freedom and you will fight with them.
You burst from the flaming wreckage of the factory. Total chaos awaits you. The southeastern guard tower was knocked over by a piece of flaming shrapnel onto the perimeter fence, but the southwestern and northern towers are opening fire on the prisoners.
Prisoners are pouring from the breaches in the perimeter, picking the weapons off the dead and wounded Germans.
The German soldiers seem to be falling back to the armory in the northeast corner.
The closest machine gun nest is less than one hundred yards from where you stand, but the Germans inside are out of the range of your quills.
Roll 1d100 for your next course of action. |