>>441240
First post

“We should contact someone at HQ before we make that decision. Let’s find our gear, and I’ll call Murdock,” you say, and lead the group to the rooms you were supposed to be staying in.

Oddly, you encounter no staff of any type. No bartenders, maids, or butlers to be seen. You appear to be alone on the yacht, at least in all the areas you’ve entered.

The four of you split up to gather your respective weapons.

As you contemplate what to bring back to the jungle, you call Tiffany. She picks up almost immediately.

“Jan, you were supposed to check in hours ago,” she says, half worried and half accusingly.

“Yeah,” you reply, suddenly exhausted. “General Zaroff decided we didn't need phones as he was trying to turn us into pin cushions.”

“General Zar-, Kowalski, this may come as a shock to you,” she says, sounding confused. “But I haven't been in Freshman English for a long time. Is that the one with the guys trapped under the log and the wolves?”

“No,” you say, slowly and measured. “It was the people hunting one.”

“Oh,” she responds, almost uninterested. “OH,” she says, as it hits her. “Jesus Christ, is anyone hurt? Is Skyler okay?!”

“We killed a few of them,” you say, “and everyone’s fine. We’re back on the yacht, and wondering what to do next.”

“I’m transferring you to McDaniels now. He’ll tell you what to do.”

You wait a few moments, and the gruff voice of Impact! Solution’s owner comes over the line.

“Kowalski, you better not be shitting me,” he says angrily. You can nearly feel the heat of his face.

“No, sir. They drugged us and let us loose on the island. We stole a boat, and are back on the yacht.”

“There are still some on the island, then? Going after you?”

“There are,” you say. “ Four took a chopper to the island.”

“Good,”,he replies. “Then it can still be argued as self defense. Go back. Kill them all.”

“Sir, I-” is as far as you get before being interrupted by an enraged McDaniels.

“No, FUCK you, Kowalski,” he shouts. “They think they can fuck with PMCs? Fuck that. We’re sending a message. To everyone. Try to fuck a contractor, and you die. Period. If these assholes can’t get away with it, it’ll be pretty fucking clear no one can. Call me when they’re dead.”

With that, he hangs up, and leaves you in silence, and a set of very clear orders. Not quite sure what to do with the prisoner, though, but you have something to do in the meantime. That something requires firearms.

Looking back to the guns, you try to decide. You’ll only be able to bring one to the island, in addition to your pistols. Grenades are also a concern, and you can carry up to three. You briefly consider less-than lethal ammo, and then spend a longer time considering just throwing it overboard.

>Egor
>XM8
>MP5

>Frag grenade
>9bang
>Red Smoke grenade
>4 Tear Gas grenades

>>441249
So take Igor of course, the frag, and a smoke.

>>441249
>XM8
>Frags

>>441263
>>441249
Second

Writing

These men are the embodiment of the abuse of capitalism, and you think Egor would like nothing more than to tear through them for no other reason than that. You heft up his considerable weight, and load up several spare belts.

Attaching a frag grenade and a smoke, you walk out back to the hallway. Devin has an M4 slung over his shoulder, and is fiddling with his knives. Poole is holding a skeletonized rifle of some sort, and a very angry expression.

Skyler walks out of his room, carrying his SCAR, and hangs up his phone.

“Coulda told Tiffany I wasn't stuffed in some trophy room, dude,” he says accusingly. “Anyway, what’s the plan?”

“McDaniels wants them dead,” you begin, and not exactly disagreeing. “And he wants the world to know it. We’re supposed to show what happens when you cross a contractor outfit.”

Poole nods. “This is a good way to do that,” she says, fury in her eyes. “Let’s get to it. I don't know how much longer I can wait to get one of those dickheads in my crosshairs.”

“Hold that thought,” Devin interrupts, putting an unreasonably large blade back in a kydex sheathe. “We should check the trophy room that fucknut mentioned. We’ll need all the proof we can get after this, or their legal team will be after us like flies on shit.”

“Are you guys forgetting something,” Skyler asks incredulously. “We gotta pick this place clean. Ever since Philip Williams walked away from a contract with the cruise ship he turned into the Titan, every law divison on the planet has been putting loopholes in ownership of everything.” He had a point. Williams pretty much stole a pirated cruise ship during a contract in Southeast Asia, and it threw the legal world through a loop. “There's no way we’re keeping this yacht once it lands. We can probably weasel the speedboat, though, so we should load it up with everything we can get our greedy little mitts on.”

All excellent points. What to do?

>Back to the island, turn predator into prey
>Find the trophy room, see just how sick these fucks are
>Start stripping the ship for tertiaries
>Split up (Who goes where?)
>Write-in

>>441502
Lets loot it and then we can go kill those fuckers

>>441502
>Split up
Poole stays topside to shoot the chopper when it comes back.
Skyler and Devin loot the shit out of the yacht.
Jan looks for the trophy room and makes sure to video/take pictures of everything with time/GPS stamps.

>>441564
This, this is good.

>>441502
>>441564
this

Poole can keep us updated if they start making moves against us

The missing staff is a concern though. Should we sweep the ship for them before doing anything else?

>>441564

Fourthing this

Had to run an errand. Will be writing in about 20. Sorry for the slow pace tonight

>>441691
Take your time.it's good having you back.

>>441694
It's good being back. I missed you guys

Finally writing

“Okay,” you say, setting a plan in motion. “Poole, take your rifle up to somewhere you have a good view of the island. If they try to bring the chopper back, shoot them out of the sky.”

“With pleasure,” she says, a glint in her eye. She takes off without another word.

“You two,” you order turning to Skyler and Devin. “Take everything that is both not nailed down and can fit in that boat. I’m going to find that trophy room, and any evidence we can find in there.”

“You got it,” Skyler says, and the two of them leave, looking for anything of value.

You set off towards the engine room, looking for the door your captured psycho mentioned. You find it with a little difficulty, and kick the door in after a few frustrating minutes of fiddling with the biometric lock. Seems a bit too high tech for your cyber fingers.

What you find inside is horrifying. Dozens of photos, dead or dying prey, framed above the weapon that killed them. Hunting knives covered in dried blood. Broadhead arrows still covered in crusted viscera. Under one photo, a cut-open hand and forearm cast. You shudder thinking about the implications. Upon closer inspection, each small shrine has a flash drive mounted in the frame.

On the back wall, are two larger photos, in much more ornate frames. Above them, two bows, identical to the ones you took off your defeated hunters. Below one frame, a large black stone with a crack down the middle. Below the other, a spear, not too dissimilar from the ones you fashioned while you waited for the arrival of the hunters.

You start pulling flash drives, and put as many of them as you can into your spare pouches. If these have what you think they have on them, it’ll be a slam dunk as far as any legal action is concerned.

You make your way back up, swinging through the wet dock on your way. Your prisoner is still tied snugly to that post. next to the boat is a collection of gold fixtures, old, expensive looking liquor, a few very large TVs, and a couple very nice fishing poles.

You get the rest of the way up to the deck, and find the other three crowded around a crouched, bruised figure. Poole is favoring one hand, rubbing it and shaking it intermittently.

“Found this one in the wheelhouse,” she says, barely disguised rage in her voice. “Says they fly the rest of the crew off before going to the island each time, and he can only come out of his cabin to steer the ship when everyone’s gone. I’m not sure I believe him.”

>What would you like to do about this new development?

>>441867

Seems like a much more suitable prisoner, there is an actual question of innocence here

Let's go through interrogation though, ask how many times he's done this, and tell him that if there is evidence he has been involved in any of this we will find it

>>441867
Ask him how long he's been part of the crew, what other evidence of the crimes there are besides the trophy room.
Also what's the schedule for the chopper coming back; if he's done this before then he'll know if the hunters stick to a schedule or not.

Also we should make sure that he's properly tied up; we shouldn't trust him just yet.

>>441893
>>441873
A combination of these

Hey, where's Jimbe, by the way?

>>441925
Uhhh. On the boat. Watching over the guy you tied up.

Writing.

>>441958
We'll have to give Jimbe something off the boat for being such a good sport

You kneel down in front of the slightly battered man. “How long have you been doing this,” you ask him.

“A few years now. Look, man, I just drive an empty yacht,” he says, pleading.

“Are you involved in that bullshit on the island,” you ask, eyeing him down. “We’ll find out if you lie. The consequences will be unpleasant.”

“I don't even know what they do on the island, man,” he says, nearly yelling. “I just get paid to circle the island and not ask questions.”

You consider this. He seems to be telling the truth. He certainly has nothing to gain by lying to you. If he knew what was happening, he’d also know it would only be a matter of time before you found the trophy room.

“How long is the chopper gone,” you ask, moving the interrogation forward.

He shrugs. “Depends on the trip. Might be a few hours, other times a few days. Sometimes they come back all bloody and dirty. What… What happens on that island?”

>Tell him what he’s been accomplice to
>Let him keep that innocence for now

>Keep interrogating
>Get to the island
>Write-in

>>441983
Tell him the truth. Ask him if he knows of any safes or stores of jewels or money that is hidden on the boat.

>>441983
>Tell him what he’s been accomplice to
>Write-in
Put the guy in the room for his own protection/so he doesn't take the yacht while we're away. Also tell him that the word is going out to all of the PMC's of the world, and it's in his best interest to stay here and be seen to help us, rather than think he can run and hide.

Then we go to the island and start hunting the fucks down.

We need to disable the chopper first, though. we need to make sure that Paxton can't escape the island.
Maybe we should sabotage the yacht's engines?

>>441983
>>Tell him what he’s been accomplice to
>>Get to the island
Weigh anchor, tie his ass up, get our ass to the island.

Writing

>>441983
>Let him keep that innocence for now
>Get to the island
Better to just lock him up, if he thinks he might be implicated he might do something stupid, like try to run off or sabotage us.

“They’ve been hunting people,” you tell him flatly. “Slaughtering them like animals.”

His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth wide as if to say something. He closes it again, then looks away, and vomits. “I-I had no idea…” he stammers out.

“We believe you,” Devin says to the now sobbing man. “That’s about the only reason we’re going to tie you up, instead of just shoot you and throw you over.”

“Before we do, though...” Skyler says, “any cash or jewels on the boat? We wanna take them for everything we can.”

“I don't think so,” he replies, wiping vomit from the corner of his mouth. “I always get paid at a bank in Sydney.”

Skyler frowns, and hauls the man to his feet, taking him down to the wet dock.

You turn to Jimbe, who is sitting in the boat’s driver’s seat. “We’re going back to the island to stop this,” you say, as you hand him a looted hunting knife. “If either of these two try to get out, kill them,” you say loud enough for both prisoners to hear.

Jimbe nods, and leaves the boat. The four of you clamber on, pissed off and armed to the teeth. Devin pulls the boat away from the yacht, and guns it towards the island.

Gonna call it here for tonight. Didn't get as far as I wanted, but I'm still shaking some rust off.

We'll pick up tomorrow sometime. Keep an eye on the twitter, and I always love feedback and questions. Thanks for playing

>>442167
Thanks Handler!

>>442167
Thanks senpai.

I am so happy we brought Egor. Too bad no one can fly the chopper, it'd make nice loot if nothing else.

>>442871
I have a feeling we are gonna have to shoot it down. Jan will have to take flight lessons the next time we get leave

>>442871
>>442873
Flying a helicopter isn't something you can learn in a week, not if you want to be able to land, that is.

>>443088

I do believe the anon above said 'lessons', not 'a week of lessons'. In any case, learning how to fly a helicopter or plane would be a wise investment of time.

Gonna pick up the thread if there's interest

>>444257
Lurk a durk

>>444257
Here

>>444257
I'm cool to play.

>>444257
Here

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>>444263
>ciA
What a cool ID

Okay, cool. Writing

>>444257
Yes!

>>444302

Nice

Rolled 28 (1d100)

The boat pulls up to shore, and Peshlakai weighs anchor, the four of you hopping off into the knee deep water. Wet socks on a rainforest island, the joys of being a contractor.

The four of you pause on the sandy shore, staring into the green maze in front of you. Wordlessly, Devin takes the lead, and after a sweaty and mildly chafing hour, you reach the “mountain” in the rough center of an island, though it is closer to a rocky hill than a true mountain.

Near the top, Andrea takes her rifle, and scans the jungle. She finds the small black helicopter sitting in a clearing, and two paths cut obviously and crudely into the jungle. Very little care for opsec by these overconfident amateurs. The paths are directly across from each other, one heading towards your position, the other almost directly away.

The rest of the group looks to you, as you’ve been kinda taking lead since this happened.

>Straight to the chopper
>Look for the near path
>Circle around for the far path
>Write in

>>444350

>Circle around the far path.
The sheer number of kills they have suggests that the obvious trails may be a decoy.

>>444358
This seems alright

>>444358
Agree

>>444358

Agreed, though I am going to laugh really hard if we turn out to overestimate them

Alright, cool. Give me 3 rolls of 1d100

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>444388

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>444388
>>444392
Wew lad

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>444388

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>444388
Danger will robinson, this might be an ambush.

>>444387
better to overestimate than under...and damn, these rolls..

“We’ll circle around to the far path. Least likely to be a decoy, I’d say,” you start, and begin making your way down the sad little mountain.

As Skyler and Poole make quiet conversation about the ways they’d like to kill these men, Devin stops the procession. He silently motions downwards, bringing your attention to a fresh and rather large paw print. You point it out to the other members, who quickly quiet down.

The team begins moving again, and you walk for several hours in silence. The sun is beginning to get low in the sky, bathing the jungle in a soft, nearly pink light. You’d probably call it beautiful if you weren't here to kill a group of lunatics.

You are snapped back from your mind as Devin puts a hand to your chest, and points into the quickly darkening jungle. You struggle to see it, but a little concentration helps your vision.

A small fire, with six men sitting around it, holding stone-tipped spears and crude bows. The natives of the island, known hostiles and rumored cannibals. You may be in a pickle if this goes south. They give no indication they’ve seen you, though.

>Skirt around, try to avoid it
>Try to communicate, write-in
>Turn around, quickly
>Open fire
>Write-in

And roll a 1d100 with your vote

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>444446

>Skirt around, try to avoid it.

We're not being -paid- to kill the natives, and a firefight will likely alert our proper quarry. Talking probably wouldn't go well either.

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>444446
>Skirt around, try to avoid it

>>444446
>Skirt around, try to avoid it
Mark its location for later purposes though, might need their assistance in drawing the hunters out.

Also for the night, lets try to get to an elevated position, like a tree platform or something so we don't get surprised by animals, the natives or the hunters.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>444458
forgot to roll

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>444446
>>Skirt around, try to avoid it
not needed but why the hell not

>>441249
>“Good,”,he replies. “Then it can still be argued as self defense. Go back. Kill them all.”
Haha, holy shit I fucking love this guy.

Sorry for the delay. Writing

Guys, shouldn't we have disabled the chopper?

>>444617
We haven't found it

>>444619
Uh, yes we did.
We clearly saw it.
>>444350
>She finds the small black helicopter sitting in a clearing,

>>444617
I'd rather steal it once this is all over, or rig it to blow when they try to leave.

>>444633
Huh. Must have missed that

You motion to move around the outside, well away from the perimeter of the camp. You have no interest in killing people who may just very well defend their homes, at least in their eyes. Compared to what they’re used to, you may as well be ten feet tall and green.

You get away without incident, escaping either their attention or their interest. You don't care which, at the moment, and quickly lose sight of the small party through the thick foliage.

You come across the path a short while later, and follow it until it meets a small stream, nearly exactly as the sun set. You fill your water bladder, and drop in a disinfecting tablet, and consider your options while giving it time to work.


>Follow the trail through the forest, try to catch them as they sleep.
>Set up camp in the forest and wait for morning
>Follow the stream to the beach, fortify a position and wait for them.
>Write-in

>>444642
>>Write-in
Can we trap the chopper? Would be a lovely morning wake-up.

>>444642
Maybe we should cover the chopper in case they come back for it and ambush them there.

>>444642
Lets try to go back to the helicopter and trap it.

Okay, do you guys want to set up an ambush at the chopper, disable it somehow, or booby trap it?

And roll a 1d100

I'd rather not touch the bird in case they put traps of their own around and on it

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>444655
>set up an ambush at the chopper, and lay some trap around if possible

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>444655
We secure the perimeter at the chopper, post watch on the normal approaches, and rig it to blow.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>444655
Just camp it

>>444655

Lay some traps around it, disable it in such a way as cannot be easily seen, and then lay in ambush

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>444655
Set up an ambush.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>444676

Forgot my roll (not that it matters)

Also these guys are billionaires, what if this chopper is a trap they set up?

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>444655

Well, fuck it. If we're gonna mess with the chopper, let's make sure it's not boobytrapped.

Then we hit switches that we think should get it started. Nothing should bring people rushing into our ambush like the sound of their ride getting jacked.

>>444686

...That should make things interesting.

>>444686
Yes, but let's have someone else start the chopper. It's gonna suck for whoever's the star of the show with a big non-bulletproof glass cockpit.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

Writing for checking for traps, then trapping, then ambushing.

>>444697
With how I rolled, it seems unfair to ask anyone else to try starting the chopper.

Besides, more cool robot parts are a plus, right?


...Right?

>>444718
I take the highest of the first 3 rolls unless stated specifically other wise, don't worry

>>444719

Oh. Since we were rolling for individual suggestions I wasn't sure. This sounds safer for the characters, but less explosively entertaining.

Hopefully we can change that with Egor.

You give up on the trail, and turn back, following the machete’d path to the clearing the chopper was in.

It's about a two hour walk back, and the forest is pitch black by the time you reach the clearing, the moon shining softly to the ground.

Checking for traps, none seem to exist. These overconfident assholes really don't know what they’re doing. Honestly, you’re surprised they only lost two up until they tried to play with some real heavy hitters.

You slowly open the door to the small helicopter, ready to sprint away at the slightest sound. None occur. You take a small flashlight out of your pocket, and take a look at the control panel.

It may as well be Greek, and you doubt daylight would help matters. You look for a way to slip in a robofinger, but find no such opening. You doubt it would have worked anyway.

You climb out of the cockpit, and as you close the door, you pin a grenade in the jamb. The next person to open the door into the helicopter will be very unpleasantly surprised.

You find a place to set up camp a few dozen yards into the jungle.

You speak to the group, your voice cracking embarrassingly from recent disuse.

“We’ll set up an ambush,” you say, motioning your head to the clearing. “Wait for them to come back, then cut them down.”

“We’ll need sleep,” Devin says, yawning as he ends the sentence. “Who’s gonna take first watch?”

>Jan
>Poole
>Devin
>Skyler
>No one, it’ll be fine

>>444739
Tech is still years away from anything more complex than fingers or toes. I'd be careful with what you get sliced, chopped, shot, blown, or torn off, anon.

>>444741
>>Devin

>>444747

Hmmn.

Can we do two on two off and have Jan and Skyler on first watch?

I'd just feel more comfortable with someone watching the chopper, and someone watching the jungle, what with tigers and natives about.

>>444753
You certainly could if it gets votes

>>444741
>>Devin

>>444758

>Jan and Devin

Then.

>>444741
>>444758
Jan and Devin

In 5 minutes I will roll a 1d2 to see if Jan and Devin keep watch, or if Devin does alone unless someone votes

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 - Devin
2 - Jan and Devin

Rolled 39 (1d100)

“Devin, you mind patrolling the perimeter for a few hours,” you ask of the scarred native. “You’re best suited for it,” you add.

Devin nods silently, and affixes a suppressor to his M4. “I’ll wake you if there’s trouble,” he adds before beginning a circle around the clearing. A few yards into the jungle.

You prop your bag up against the trunk if a tree, and try to get some sleep in the thick jungle air. Why do you always get sent places it’s hot? Nepal wasn't hot, but you did get your hand shot off. Still probably better, you think as you absently swat at a mosquito. You drift off to sleep, thinking of the snow-covered peaks and the desperate firefights that left you with two bullet wounds. Good times.

You’re woken from your slumber by a light shake, and the scarred face of Devin mere inches from your own. You can still barely see him through the darkness.

“Company,” he says softly, almost as a breath. “Some natives found the chopper, I think-”

An explosion rocks the night, and a spout of flame shoots upwards in the clearing. Skyler shoots off the ground, his rifle already at his shoulder, screaming something you can't quite get. Poole has also rolled over onto both her stomach and her rifle, pointing it towards the flaming helicopter.

You hear screaming in a language you don't speak or understand, though you figure it’s the cultural equivalent of “what the fuck”.

>Combat (probably) Initiated
>Unknown number if opponents, unknown armaments. Likely stone weapons.

>Plan of action? Apart from Skyler’s unintelligible screaming, you have no reason to suspect they know where you are yet.

>>444839

HAH!

>Just chill for now, see if the hunters come before the natives start looking for us.

The longer they don't suspect we're armed, the better. And if we can get the two groups fighting each other, we can just unload on both of them.

>>444839
Stay hidden; the explosion should bring the hunters to investigate.
We can ambush them when they arrive, and take out both them and the natives at the same time.

I'm gonna call it here for tonight. I'll do a roll call tomorrow sometime.

Thanks for playing, and feel free to give feedback or suggestions

>>444855
This. Also check on Skyler

We got enough around to run?

>>446067
Sup CQH, I'm here

>>446067
I'm here

>>446067
Here

>>446067
I'm here, I'm at work though so my IP will change and might drop off intermittently.

Rolled 8, 77 = 85 (2d100)

That's enough for me. Post will not up shortly

>>446125
Be up shortly. Don't know how I fucked that up

>>446138
SOON

You make the decision to lay low, and see if they’ll fuck off on their own. That way, you won't have to shoot any stone-age savages.

Skyler, however, is still screaming something about mortars, and no amount of effort seems to be slowing him down.

By the time you finally get him to stop, you see several figures slip into the trees, weapons at the ready. By the faint light of the burning helicopter, there were five of them, though you couldn't see what they were armed with.

Poole pulls out a pistol from her belt, and a ka-bar in her other hand. Her rifle is leaning against a nearby tree. The four of you have formed a defensive circle, about twenty feet between each of you. Odds are, the natives know where you are, now. Probably not just going to pass you by, either, even if they are massively outgunned. They would have no idea.

>Five enemies remaining, unknown weapons. Likely stone-tipped.
>Plan of action?

>>446160
That's a bad time for his PTSD. Anyway, lets keep the circle up and fire at anything that moves.

>>446168
seconding

>>446160
We don't know where they are, and they're likely better at stealth than us. I don't want to let them have the initiative, but I don't see much of a way that we could do any better than staying in a circle and stay ready to shoot anyone who tries to attack.

Maintaining a defensive posture, shooting anything that moves. Gimme some 1d100 rolls, please. We'll see where we go from there

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>446207

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>446207

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>446207

Rolled 76, 86, 29 = 191 (3d100)

Alright, 3 more 1d100's please. Rolling for teammates vision

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>446217

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>446217

>>446211
>>446218
what the fuck is up with 57

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>446217

Rolled 77, 71 = 148 (2d100)

Ahh, I missed making an obscene amount of rolls for my combat system. Shooting for teammates that see targets

Rolled 45, 87 = 132 (2d100)

Return fire

Your eyes are peeled for any sort of movement - no easy feat in a jungle. It seems like everything is moving.

You do catch a glimpse of a hand, though, and Egor throws some lead downrange in the direction. You hear a gurgling scream, and the figure drops to the ground, unmoving. Poor fucker should have just run.

You hear the booming report of Skyler sending full-auto .308 down range, as well as the muffled cough of Devin’s suppressed M4. A pair of fresh screams follow the gunshots.

In the darkness, you never even really see the spear flying at you until it is far, far too late. The stone tip slams into your chest plates, and skids off to score a deep gouge in your right shoulder before dropping to the ground. You very nearly drop your LMG, but grit your teeth and manage to put the pain from my your mind.

An arrow flies well over Skyler’s head, but still close enough to make him duck. It sails into the jungle behind you.

>Jan: 1 kill, serious wound on right shoulder
>Devin: 1 kill
>Skyler: 1 kill
>2 enemies remaining, at least 1 bow. Second enemy with unknown armament, minus a thrown spear

>Plan of action?

>>446259
I say to just start firing the LMG. Maybe it will just scare them off

>>446259
Who made that song about bodies that hit the floor? Egor did that's who.
>Generous spraying of lead in the area

>>446301
seconding

>>446259
I thought we got the night-scope version of the scope for Egor; is it just a regular ACOG-type or Red-Dot?

Rolled 92, 85, 61 = 238 (3d100)

Don't think so. Pretty sure it was a red dot. I'll check, though.

Give me 3 rolls of 1d00, and I'll do my fucking truckload of rolls too

Rolled 81, 45, 65 = 191 (3d100)

>>446337

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>446337

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>446337

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>446337

Rolled 60, 9 = 69 (2d100)

Writing

You really don't feel like having to take another month off of deploying. You need to end this, and now. Whether that gets done by chasing these spear chuckers off, or by shredding them with Russian engineering, you don't really care.

Letting out a primal scream, you begin spewing fire from Egor’s mouth, and you can nearly hear him laughing in glee. Maybe this job is getting to you.

As you fire, you see the three teammates take potshots at the foes as they run away. You don't see the results.

As the belt of Egor clicks empty, the only sound in the forest is the ragged breathing of your team and the soft crackling of the now-ruined helicopter.

A few minutes of silent waiting over, you figure it’s safe to assume that your opponents are either dead or chased off. You don't care which

>Combat over
>Jan took a serious wound to his right shoulder. It is bleeding.
>Loot: 3 wooden bows with 17 stone tipped arrows with a thick, black liquid coating the heads, and 5 stone spears. Would you like to take anything?

You set Egor down gingerly, and take a look at your wounded shoulder. It’s bad as superficial wounds go, but still superficial. The bleeding may be a problem before long, though, and having an open wound in the jungle sounds like a terrible idea.

Devin walks up to you as you inspect your wound. “We should go, or we should dig in. Everyone on this island heard that, and now Paxton and his crew will know we got our guns. I say we should gun it for the boat, dig in there. We’ll be in trouble if they leave with it,” he says, staring at the burning helicopter.

>You’re right. But I need to do something about this wound.
>No, we stay here.
>Let’s go, then. I’ll deal with the wound there.
>Write-in

>>446432
>Let’s go, then. I’ll deal with the wound there.

>>446432
>>Let’s go, then. I’ll deal with the wound there.
We can fix the wound at the boat

>>446432
>You’re right. But I need to do something about this wound.
But do feed Egor another belt. Also Poole, shoot to wound. Shins, upper arms, and the like, something that'll give them the experience they came here for

>>446432
>Go and leave me here I'll only slow you down

Rolled 96 (1d100)

Writing. Give me some 1d100 rolls for wound treatment at the boat

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>446497
should we be excited or scared of that 96?

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>446502
WHAT THE FUCK
>>446497

>>446502
96 is good. Random encounter roll.

That 1, though. No idea how to critfail a med check. Writing

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>446497
Well can't do worse than Anon up top yoloswag420BLAZEIT

>>446519
We end up cutting an artery or something

>>446525
You fail so hard you die. End quest.

Post should be in soon

“Yeah,” you say, grunting as you pick up Egor. “We need to get to that boat before they find it,” you agree, and the four of you set off. You take a last look at the spear that hit you, triple checking none of that thick black shit was on it. You had a feeling that would be bad news.

The trip back to the coast is extremely uneventful, except for Skyler spotting a bunch of primitive bananas. They were a little bitter, but better than a cold MRE.

You reach the boat without incident, and find it right where you left it - anchored about 20 yards off shore.

You sit on a fallen log, prepared to heal up your shoulder. Reaching down to your med pack- it’s gone. Fuck. Probably lost somewhere in the jungle, never to be seen again. You manage to bum some bandages off of Skyler, but your efforts seem counter productive. The bleeding just won't stop. Hurts like a mother fucker, too.

After several failed attempts, you finally give in, and just ask Devin to do it. He graciously avoids mocking you outright, but you can see it in his eyes. He’s judging you.

You stand, and feel a little woozy. Not exactly at 100% combat effectiveness right now. You still have some fucks to kill though, so it’s time to brainstorm a plan.

Poole walks up to you, and begins speaking.

“I’m next to useless on the beach. I was thinking about taking the boat back to the yacht, then have that driver bring it in to about a thousand yards,” she says, eyeing the yacht.

>You don't know where the hunters are, and you doubt they know where you are
>You have the tools for a rough fortification of your position, and ways to draw them into you. There are a number of fallen trees, and live ones that can be cut down by your kukri or Skyler’s tomahawk. You do not know how much time you have, though.
>Poole also wants to set up her rifle on the yacht
>You also do not have to stay by the boat, or together

>Plan of action?

>>446545
I'd agree, that's the best place for a sharpshooter. It's very visible if people know where to look, but I doubt the fuckers will be able to hit anyone out at 1000 yards. It's not a good place for the whole team to be, however.
Jungle warfare usually involves short engagement ranges and lots of concealment, so ambushes are very effective. Lure the bastards to a location, and hit them from camouflaged positions.

>>446545
not gonna be rolling anymore, but I think that Poole should go back to the boat and provide overwatch, and then we can fortify the beach and draw them out.

Gonna meet my dad for supper. I'll be back in a few hours with a roll call

>>446563
This seems good
>>446561
>>446545

>>446561
>I'll back this
Yep guerilla warfare is key. Multiple vectors and overwhelming force. Also make sure we blow the boat's horn to have them running out into the open

>>446561
To expand on this thought, here's a How To page. The important bits are on step 4.

http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Stealthy-Like-a-Ninja

No jerky or fast movements, no bright colors, no sharp lines (or silhouette). If possible, blend in near BUT NOT NEXT TO something that's very obvious, like a loud stream or waterfall, or a burnt tree.

Sorry guys, calling it for the night. Feel like crap and ridiculously tired. I'll try a roll call tomorrow morning some time

Can we get a roll call? I'll pick up if there's 3 or more

>>447056
I'm here

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>>448632
ayy

>>448632
Here now

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>>448632
Here

>>448632
Yo

This falls under 'or more'. Vote on the last option from this post, please. Previous votes will be counted

>>446561
Agrizzle

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Hmm, send Poole to the ship and have the remaining guys dig themselve foxholes in the sand, when the fuckers come to the beach hit them from separate direction to fuck with them even more?

>>446545
Lets send poole to the boat and set up a WW2 type bunker on the beach.

Gonna let my phone charge before we get going here. I'll start writing in 15-20 minutee

>>448715
soon

>>446545
Send Poole and someone else to the yacht, so that the second person can bring the boat back as a bait.

Leave an obvious trail in the sand leading from the boat to the jungle, then set up in the other direction. Covering the jungle, in constant visual contact. Poole will handle covering the boat from the yach.

“Can you drive a jet-ski, if you need to,” you ask of Poole. She nods. “Good. Have Skyler take you back, then return with the boat. Have the driver set up however you want, then cover the beach.”

She nods again, and before long, she and Skyler are gunning it for the yacht. Skyler goes a little heavy on the throttle, hoping to attract some attention. You and Devin work on making a fake trail back into the jungle, and even go so far as to cut about twenty yards into the treeline.

Skyler returns with the boat, and weighs anchor. He motions that he’ll hide in the boat, while the two of you wait in the jungle, watching the approach on the beach. You don't have any better ideas, so you tread carefully just inside the treeline, doing your best to not leave tracks.

After about two hours and a thousand mosquitoes of waiting, Devin’s soft voice comes over your comm equipment.

“Four voices, coming from my side. English.”

You crane your neck to look, and you see two men exiting the jungle, speaking back to someone in the trees. You assume it’s Paxton and his creepy kid, as neither of them have been seen yet.

The two men draw their silver bows, and walk carefully up to the boat. They’re about 30 yards away right now.

>Plan of action? You can give orders to Devin, Andrea and Skyler as well.

>>448803
>>Plan of action? You can give orders to Devin, Andrea and Skyler as well.
Let them move in closer, and have Poole take the first shot when she deems it likely she can take one out.

Then when they move to take cover from said sniper, have everyone engage.

>>448803
Have Skyler try and spot the guys in the trees. Once all people have been spotted, it's slotting time.

>>448810
Skyler is in the boat. He'll be seen if he pokes his head up. Devin could though

>>448803
Let them move to about 20 feet away from the boat, and then have Devin pop up and fire. Have Poole take any shot she can and have the treeline guys wait

>>448814
Alright, Devin peeks and tries to see all enemy combatants. First shot effectiveness is key here.

>>448803
Wait for the guys to get closer.
Once they're about 10 feet away, have Poole shoot one of the men's knees out.
If the other one tries to make a run for it, Skyler shoots him.

Have Devin look for Paxton and his kid.

Rolled 17, 66 = 83 (2d100)

Sneak roll for Devin, shooting roll for Poole.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>448845

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>448850

While I write, do you guys like the transparency if me doing all the rolls like this? Or should I speed the process up and do it off screen?

>>448862
The rolls are nice to see. Gives us something to anticipate while you write.

>>448862
If it makes it go faster, it can go off screen, but it is really no bother

>>448862
I like seeing what they roll, but;

>>448850
>>448855
These rolls after always confuse me.

>>448862
I like guessing at what the rolls are, and if that 91 means we get another spear to the shoulder or if the natives punji staked the asshole son.

“Poole,” you whisper into your mic. “Let them get closer, put one down when they’re near the boat. Devin, try to sneak around and find Paxton and his brat.”

Both reply affirmatively, and you wait for the super sonic crack of Poole’s rifle.

It comes at nearly the same time as a curse from Devin.

“Ran right into them!,” he yells into comms, and you hear several reports from his suppressed M4. “Tagged the kid,” he shouts, “don't know where or how much, though.”

As he finishes, Poole takes her shot. The snap of the rifle is nearly covered by the scream of her target, as the bullet takes him in the shoulder and nearly lifts him off his feet. He stays on the ground, screaming. Meanwhile his partner is searching desperately for the source of the shots, before giving up and making a sprint back to the trees.

>Devin: 1 hit, unknown consequence
>Poole: 1 incap
>2-3 enemies remaining, one will be back in the forest at the end of the next round. You and Skyler are still hidden

>Plan of action?

I can explain a little. The 50 was a shot on Devin, since he failed his stealth roll. Since it missed, he got a return fire, which hit.

I'll keep doing them this way, since people seem to like it

>>448883
hehhhh. Now we have to chase them. Ok, drill the alive fucker a couple more times and set off after the dead assholes.

>>448883
Shoot the guy on the ground and then go to Devin.
Could we just burn down the Jungle and flush them out?

>>448883
Leave the guy on the ground be. Screaming allies is a good sniper bait.

Pursue the rest and let Poole cover the boat and the coastline in general.

>>448896
I'm worried he'll try and take a shot at us, or run off and make us chase him like the others. Put him in the dirt, he's not useful after the ambush.

>>448883
Have Poole take down the runner. When she gets a chance, take out their hands and knees.
We'll go towards Devin, try to get the drop on Paxton and his kid.

Our boss told us to make an example of these guys, so I'm thinking we skin them alive, roast them slowly over a fire, and feed them to the sharks.

>>448902
I'd like to take them back, try to squeeze some money out of them for safe passage, then execute them instead. Mafiya style.

>>448899
He has a bow.
You don't shoot a bow with an injured shoulder.

And if he tries to run off, Poole can take him out.

Okay, seeing a few trains of thought here. Vote from this post

>Waste the guy on the ground
>Let him suffer

>Try to meet up with Devin
>Chase after Paxton and potentially his kid
>Focus on the runner

>>448934
>Waste the guy on the ground
We'll take a picture and have a beer to this later.
>Focus on the runner

>>448934
Waste the guy and lets go get Devin

>>448934
>Let him suffer
>Focus on the runner

>>448934

>Waste the guy

>Focus on the runner

Do not leave a 'merely' wounded guy down unless you wanna get stabbed by an arrow or knife. Either we ensure the kill, or we have Poole do it.

Alright. Gimme some rolls of 1d100 then. This is for Poole putting the man out of his misery

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>449030
Kill'im

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>449030
Or would be if I wasn't an idiot

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>449030
rip

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>449030

>>449033
>>449041
>>449043
>>449067

Good Lord, did we just send him into cardiac arrest with a dirty look?

“Poole, finish him,” you order into comms. “Skyler, catch up to Devin. Chase those fuckers down,” you finish.

You take a look to the downed man, still screaming and grabbing onto his ruined shoulder. Poole’s rifle reports a second time, and the man’s head simultaneously explodes, becoming nothing but a mess of gore above his mouth. The screaming abruptly stops.

You turn your attention to the runner. He’s nearly at the jungle wall. You’re sure he’s positive that he’s about to make it. That’s when you let loose a burst from Egor, who is eager to taste capitalist blood.

The first round catches him in the left ankle, severing the foot completely. His mad dash to the treeline becomes a tumble forward, and his blood-curtling scream is cut short as the second and third rounds tear through his ribcage, and then through his throat. You can hear him from where you stand, gurgling and choking on his own blood.

Skyler jumps from the boat, already sprinting as he hits the water. He’s making for the treeline, and you turn to follow.

“Poole,” you say into comms as you run. “Keep them away from the boat. If they come onto the beach, cut them down.”

She answers positively, and you reach the treeline shortly after Skyler. Devin is about 30 yards ahead of you, quite a bit of blood on the trampled trail leading up to him.

>>449184
Brutal.

>>449184
Savage

Oh, right.

>Just Paxton and his wounded son left
>Plan of action?

Sorry about that

>>449218
HUNT EM DOWN.

Maybe get a little forest fire action going?

>>449218
Hunt them, slowly. take pot shot to make them piss themselves. Not to hit them, but just enough to have them feel the heat.

>>449218
Can we just start a huge fire with some fuel from the boat or something?

>>449218

If our boss hadn't told us to kill them ourselves, I'd just say to leave them for the natives.

>Hunt Paxton down. Shoot him and his son in the gut. Loot bows and leave.

>>449218
Search the bodies and reload ammunition. Chasing after an alerted and desperate enemy is very dangerous.

>>449228
>>449221
I mean, you can try. They'll probably get away, and you have no way to control it, but you sure can try

>>449239
Eh, fuck it then. Just chase them down and murderize them.

>>449218
Hunt them down. No shots that could let them have an easy death. Only shoot for their legs.

We have our knife, we need to use it to flay them alive. Make sure that they live as long as possible, with as much pain as possible.

Rolled 57, 77 = 134 (2d100)

Chase then kill. Slowly. Give me 3 1d100 rolls.

>>449267
This is me. Forgot to put name on after posting in other quests

Rolled 53, 32, 26 = 111 (3d100)

>>449267
It is time.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>449267
Rolling

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>449267
>>449277
No, wait a minute... just take the first one.

Rolled 75, 94 = 169 (2d100)

>>449279

Oops, the other two.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>449267

“After them,” you shout, not bothering to use the radio equipment. “Make it slow!”

The three of you charge through the brush, the slick foliage slapping off your shoulders and arms. In little time, you find Paxton, desperately pulling his son through the jungle, his left arm dangling at his side, stained a deep, dark red.

The team comes to a jogging stop, and raises weapons. Three rifle reports, and two screams. A bullet catches each fleeing man in the lower back, and Paxton himself gets an extra round to the left hand, mangling it.

You walk up, slowly. You expected to see fear and pleading in their eyes. Instead rage and hate occupy their faces. Hayden is attempting to cross-draw a hunting knife, but his bullet wounds are clearly making it difficult. Zachary just stares, his eyes burning into your own.

All this running reminds you, you have a fairly serious shoulder wound. It’s bothering you, and you feel the need to take out some frustration.

>The Paxtons are on the ground in front of you, wounded and bleeding. Hayden is reaching for a knife.
>Plan of action?

>>449339
Blow away Haydens hand, no knife for you (he may throw it).

Beat the shit out of them, break every bone in their body. Then finally take them back to the boat, we're gonna use them as shark bait.

>>449339
Disarm and shark food

>>449339
Let Egor take out Hayden's hand reaching for the knife.

Radio Poole, ask if she wants to take apart the son; she previously expressed that she wanted to kill him.

Take out our knife, and make sure to sever the tendons in the hands, arms, and ankles.

Let's drag them back to the beach first; natives might still be around.

Then we can decide if we should video us making them walk the plank, using our knives to take them apart, or simple execution.
It's one thing to make an example out of them, but we also have to be careful that we don't come off as too unhinged.

>>449339

>Shoot their hands.

Hayden and Zahcary both.
>>449354 has a good idea. Grab their ankles and drag them out into the surf.

So long as we ensure they WILL bleed out very soon, because take no chances that they will survive.

>>449363
I really doubt, for legal as well as therapeutic reasons, that there's going to be a lot left of their bodies.

>>449354
I like the way you think.

Throw the fuckers to the sharks.

Paxton digs his knife out, and turns over, attempting to stand. You shoot his hand out from under him, and he drops to his knees and elbows, screaming in pain. You plant a boot firmly in his ass, sending him sprawling to his belly.

You set a knee on the bullet wound of his lower back, and press all your weight onto it, eliciting yet more screams.

Zachary lunges at you from his back, and earns a kick in the face from Skyler. He falls back, and you see a flash of white as teeth are forced from his jaw.

You draw your kukri from your belt, and draw it slowly across the back of Paxton’s right knee. The blade severs the connective tissue with a sickening kunk , and you repeat on the next leg.

You look over to Devin, who is scanning the area for threats. Your eyes wander over to Skyler, who is circling the younger Paxton predatorially. Without warning, he raises his leg up, and brings it crashing down on his knee, bending it at an unnatural angle. To his credit, Zachary bites down the scream. Barely.

He does not, however, when Skyler’s Tomahawk comes whistling down, digging deep into the tendons of his elbow. He screams, loudly, as Skyler stone-facedly cripples his arm.

Devin taps Skyler’s shoulder, and takes his place. He kneels down next to the young man, and begins methodically punching him in the face with all the force he can muster. Around the time his jaw breaks, you grab Hayden by the hair, twisting him to watch. The sadistic teenager stops screaming around the time his left eyeball pops.

You flip Hayden back onto the ground, and look into his eyes. Empty. He’s a broken man. Now he can die.

You regrip his hair, and begin dragging him through the forest. You leave the broken body of Zachary to whatever decides to eat it.

During the hundred yard trip, Skyler and Devin take turns kicking the tortured billionaire. You hear several ribs and long bones break before you reach the beach.

Loading him quickly into the boat, you dispatch a few quick words to Poole. As you pull within a few hundred feet of the yacht, Poole appears on the edge with the imprisoned man. Without ceremony, she seats him on the ledge, and pulls out her pistol. Emptying a single round into his head, she let's him fall a few stories into the water below. The sharks are on the body in seconds.

You lean Paxton over to watch his hunting buddy be devoured. As the dozen or so tiger sharks begin fighting over the last piece, an arm with a bit of shoulder still attached, you wordlessly throw Paxton overboard, taking a sick pleasure in the screams as he is eaten alive.

You can Poole grinning from all the way down here.

Devin pulls the boat into the wet dock, and the four of you disembark, unsure what to do next.

>Plan of action?

>>449448
Now we call our boss back

>>449448
BRUTAL.

>Plan of action?
I suppose call up Impact and tell them it's done, bundle up whatever valuables we can and get the fuck out of there.

Question... can we set the boat on fire?

>>449448
Call up our boss, let him know the job's done, apologize for not getting video of it all.
Maybe we can still snap some shots of the sharks finishing up what's left of Paxton?

We should move the yacht out to open water, ask Tiffany where we should put into port, and which local governments we should avoid because they're part of CAMP.

>>449448

>Phone home

Call for pickup and wish our boss the best in shaking down Paxton's estate for breach of contract.

You make your way back up to your room, and dial the number Tiffany transferred you to, direct to McDaniel’s office. He picks up on the second ring, despite it surely being the middle of the night in Atlanta.

“Kowalski,” he begins with the gruffness you remember. “Is it done?”

“It is, sir. Just finished up.”

“Good,” he replies. “Was it slow?”

“Crippled him, made him watch Peshlakai beat his son to death, then fed him to some sharks,” you answer.

“Fan-fucking-tastic work, Jan. I love it,” he says, sounding strangely excited. “Transferring you to your handler. I got shit to do, now, thanks to those assholes.”

You wait considerably longer on Murdock than you did for McDaniels, but Tiffany does finally pick up.

“Kowalski, is everyone okay? Skyler,” she asks, hurrying out each word in a panic.

“Skyler is fine, Tiffany,” you reply, soothing the psuedo-punk HR rep. “Only I got hurt, and it’s minor. How are we getting home?”

She sighs, audibly relieved. “McDaniels called in a favor. The Titan is en route, they’ll pick you up around this time tomorrow.”

Glancing at your phone screen, that seems to be about six PM local.

“The Titan? As in Damien Williams’ Titan,” you ask in awe.

“Yeah, that one,” she answers. “Now, if you have no other questions, legal has a fucking phone book of paperwork for me to fill out.”

She hangs up without actually waiting to see if you have any questions. As you toss your phone onto the bed, you look up into the open door, and see Skyler leaning against the door frame. He looks worried.

“You got a minute,” he asks of you.

>Reply to Skyler

>>449653

>Reply to Skyler

"Sure, what's bothering you? It isn't the way we offed Paxton and his brat is it?"

>>449653
Of course man

>>449653
"Sure, what is it?"
We should probably look for the ships medical supplies and clean out our wound.

>>449682

And remind everyone not to break into the booze until we can be sure it isn't all drugged. Odds are it was just added to the drink after, but rich bastard could afford to just write off whole bottles and not risk getting caught in his sleight of hand.

“Of course, dude,” you say in response. “This about how we did in the Paxton's?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head somberly. “No, they deserved every bruise and moment of that.” He takes a step into your room, his hand raising to brush through his sandy blond hair. “This is about me convincing you to come on a fucking nightmare cruise.”

“Skyler,-” you begin, before you are cut off.

“No, just- just let me do this,” he pleads, his hands dropping into his pockets. “You never would have been here if I didn't twist your arm into it,” he says sadly, eyes staring at the clichéd red carpet at his feet. “I knew you had just gotten your hand blew off, and I thought this sounded like exactly what you needed. I had no idea that it would be… This.” You had just watched this man torture a nineteen year old boy. Seeing him this close to tears was… unsettling. “This whole thing could have gone a hell of a lot worse than it did, and that would have been my fault. I’m sorry, Jan.”

He gives you a small nod as he exhales through his nose, signifying he was done.

>Reply to Skyler

>>450092
>"Listen man, I got to take a cruise on a bigger boat than any house I will ever own, I spent some time fucking around in the jungle with you guys, lived out one of my favorite books, and got paid for it. This is exactly what I needed to get back on the horse."

>>450092
Considering it was our holdout pistol that gave us a mighty advantage, we should probably say something to reassure him along the lines of,

>"If you hadn't brought me though, things could have turned out a lot worse."

>>450092
Skyler mate, I'm glad you talked me into this, because otherwise I would be back at home, hearing the first news about this and worrying my ass off, instead of being here with you and the rest, with absolute certainty flowing through my veins that we would make it through, because thats what we do, we get each other through.

Yeah this could have gone a lot worse, it also could have been what the contract advertised, this ain't on you in any way man, and it kinda was exactly what I needed, to get myself back up to speed, a shakedown cruise if you will.

>>450092
"Hey man, this was exactly what I needed. A chance to shoot at targets that don't have the stupidly good luck to somehow hit my hand while I'm in cover and they're running from over a hundred yards away and using a rusty AK.
"Besides, it's a good thing I'm stupidly well-prepared."

>>450115
>Considering it was our holdout pistol that gave us a mighty advantage
Yeah, first thing when we're back home and sanitized, tell Skyler to get himself a good holdout piece.

>>450122
For the record, that happened while rushing into a room to find cover from a man with a rusty ak about 20 feet away.

Also, we're gonna pick this up in the morning. I'll do a roll call earlyish, then jump in with some sort if combo of what has been stated.

Thanks for playing, and I always look for feedback and suggestions. See you tomorrow

>>450167
Thanks for running mang.

>>450167
thanks for running Handler

>>450167
Thanks for running!

Thanks for the run handler.

Put a hand out and pat his shoulder, tell him it's cool, we got to be on a nice boat, soaked up some sun, hell now we have 24 hours to kick back and enjoy ourselves. Make light of the situation and make a joke "besides, what would ya do without me"

Anyone around?

>>451451
I'm here

>>451451
Here

>>451451
I'm here

>>451451
Here

Alright, I was hoping to run a bit. But something came up. Instead, we'll have a little discussion. I've been thinking about starting a second quest when my computer is up and running again. Do any of mynreaders have an aversion to that?

I'd probably run them alternating threads with the same loose schedule

>>451531
What would the quest be about?

I wouldn't have a problem with you running a second quest, this one is going really well, and I wouldn't mind another quest with this level of player input.

>>451539
A young Norseman around 900 AD just beginning to go on raids in a very low-magic, medium-fantasy monster world

It would probably be run very similarly to this quest mechanics wise, and hopefully with more social interaction

>>451553
I'd try it our. As long as it doesn't turn into a civ quest.

>>451561
Nope. There may be some management aspects if you guys decide to go that route, but you'd very much be focusing on the MC and a group of close friends and retainers. Similar to how missions work in this quest, but with more consistent teammates

>>451570
Sounds good I'll bite

Looks like we've got support. I'll start on character art and shit when I get my computer back.

I'll be able to pick this thread up in an hour or so if anyone's gonna be around

>>452640
I probably will

>>452640
I'll be here

I appreciate the enthusiasm, guys, but I'll just archive the thread. Next run probably like Wednesday? Keep an eye on the twitter.

Thanks for playing everyone, I appreciate it.