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Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
GM: It's WADDLES vs. Dugan! Round One! Fight!
Dugan: who is waddles?
Dugan: come on put em up ... put em up i tell ya!
Dugan: hops around in his best fist-i-cuffs pose
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Waddles...grrr....GO DUGAN!!
Sergeant Withers calls everyone together after morning chow a few days later.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I missed the end of last mission... what happened?
Tyran Drenski: Hey Serg...so did I
Dugan: don' look a' me
TADM: Were you here for the return to base after talking to Nguyen?
Dugan: well, i guess ye can if ye want to...
TADM: That was the last thing that happened, the "escorting the news crew around"
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): yes we were
Dugan: there was a news crew here? wow... what did they look like?
Dugan: maybe i knew them
Dugan: I had a friend once that was in a news crew
It would now be December 15th, 1965. The air is so humid you can almost swim in it, the temperature at breakfast time was a balmy 90.
Waddles: WOW! That is so cool!
Dugan: he worked at the local paper.
Waddles: REALLY?
Waddles: THAT IS THE BEST THING EVAR!
Dugan: i bet if you told me what they looked like, I could write to my friend, and he might know em.
Tyran Drenski: look it's dumb and dumber....
Dugan: would be even better if you knew their names though
Dugan: yep, .. that might help
Dhu (Dugan): did you miss me?
Samson: I vote we give them live hand grenades to play "hot potato" with. I have an M79 right here.
Tyran Drenski: I don't remember the lady's name but we take her around often
Waddles: Private Dugan is SOOO COOL! He's my hero!
Dugan: I think my friend reported to a gal name Lois.
Waddles: He probably has more experience than all of you combined.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I missed you dhu...waddles is very very very very dumb you should have fun
Hogpile: Sigh
Dugan: He said that Lois knew everybody
Rooky: Yeah, more like everyone HAD Louis.
Rooky: I'm sure any dame you know is probably a fruit tart.
Waddles: OH! I like fruit tarts!
Samson: Sarge? Can I kill one or both of them?
Dugan: no.. I'm pretty sure you mispronounced that one... her name was Lois not Louis. can you try again rooky?
Tyran Drenski: All is good.
Rooky: Well, you look like the kind of person who likes boys, maybe you are mispronouncing it.
Waddles: I like to play baseball.
Dugan: Just stick with me waddles and you'll go places
Dugan: I see great things for you
Samson: Right, I'm still for killing multiples of my squad mates.
Withers: Right...
Tyran Drenski looks around and wonders when high school conversation is going to be over
Withers: Okay, if you are all done now, we have an op. Something nice and basic. Just patrol an area, keep an eye out for VC, and head back.
Withers: It is about 10 klicks northeast of here. We fly in, drop off at a village, run a two day circuit, then come back.
Tyran Drenski: never the case serg
Dugan: did they cover cliques in basic?
Waddles: YAY! Do I get to carry two days worth of M60 ammo and three days worth of medical kits?
Tyran Drenski: yes waddles you do!
Samson: Nope Waddles. But if you would like to carry some claymores and nitroglycerin, that would be good.
Waddles: OOOH!! I like to carry things.
Dhu (Dugan): what a great combo
Tyran Drenski: i don't want him to waste them by killing himself
Colwyn O'Reilly: he picks things up and puts them down again really well.
Withers: Okay, Samson, Hogpile, I need you two to cover the route map with me. The rest of you go pick up your gear.
Hogpile: Remember Waddles, M60 ammunition. Three belts full of bullets.
Hogpile: The 100 round belts, not the leather holding straps you brought me yesterday.
Dugan: gathers his hear ... is this the same jumbo set of stuff as before, or just enough?
Waddles: WHEEE!
Tyran Drenski heads to the supply tent and withdraws
After ten minutes later, everyone is at the chopper pad. Except Waddles, who shows up about eight minutes after that, carrying everything that anyone might possibly have forgotten. And a few things they intentionally forgot...
Dhu (Dugan): locks and loads
Dugan: hey Waddles... good job you found everything on the list
Waddles: I brought 200 condoms. Momma always said I should be safe.
Colwyn O'Reilly hopes he has enough medkits for hogpile... maybe I should bring some for someone else
Rooky: You are not supposed to wear them on your head idiot.
Tyran Drenski: from what out here.... (rolls eyes and walks away)
Colwyn O'Reilly: 200? are you planning on a romantic evening with a herd of howler monkeys?
Waddles: Oooh! Are there howler monkeys out here? Maybe I can have one as a pet!
Tyran Drenski: or killer giant spiders
Hogpile: Don't scare the assistant gunner/kindergarten student.
Tyran Drenski: Waddles if you see a pretty lovable giant white ape, you should try to make friends
Waddles: Is that a special type of drink? Like maybe a black Russian?
Withers: Everyone on the helicopter. Time to get going.
Tyran Drenski: Sorry hogpile did not mean to scare your new pet
Hogpile: I just don't want him running off with the reloads.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sarge
Tyran Drenski: hooah
The helicopter takes off and heads northeast. A short while later it comes to a halt over a village and descends so everyone can get off.
Colwyn O'Reilly: any particular reason why we're patrolling this area?
Rooky: Waddles and Dugan first.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): random scenario generator?
Samson: Yep, send in the expendables.
TADM: Indeed, this is a randomly generated mission.
Colwyn O'Reilly: red shirts off first!
Dugan: prepares to hop out and watch vor vc
Colwyn O'Reilly stays inside behind cover
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): I'm like McCoy, I can't get shot... right?
Waddles: I forgot my red shirt, but I did bring this one with the concentric circles on it. The quartermaster sergeant said it was a special uniform, just for me.
Rooky: Remind me to buy the quartermaster sergeant a beer.
TADM: Nah, you've already been shot more times than McCoy ever was.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): he got wounded... once... i think
Withers: Hogpile, you take Samson, Rooky, Waddles, and Becker and secure the perimeter. Dugan, O'Reilly, Drenski, and I will check the village for any signs of VC.
Hogpile: Hooah!
Samson: Hey, can everyone here differentiate between the gun shots of an M16 and an AK-47?
Withers: Yes.
Samson: Damn. I was going to have Waddles go in front of me.
Hogpile: Samson, thanks for volunteering to take point.
Dugan: huh? rat-a-tat tat as compared to cha-pow cha-paow ...?
Samson: No problem, if I die I don't have to put up with Waddles and Dugan any longer.
Rooky: I like you man, always the optimist.
Dugan: oh aren't you the funny one
Colwyn O'Reilly: just a bunch of jesters around here...
Withers and the players head into the village. This is a Degar village, the local headman speaks Vietnamese and French, but one of the local tribesmen speaks English and translates for you.
Colwyn O'Reilly: as long as the bullets hit your dog tags you'll be fine Samson... just ask Richard next time you see him
Degar Tribesman: Hello. Always good to see Amer-I-canns.
Withers: Good to see you.
GM: Roll Notice checks to look for VC items, contraband, tunnels, etc.
Colwyn O'Reilly notes that McConnall is not with us
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 8]
Dugan: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 6]
There is nothing exciting to find in this village.
Withers: Any sign of the Viet Cong?
Degar Tribesman: Yes, a few days ago one of their "tax collectors" came here with some thugs. They tried to extort money from us. We sent them on their way. They might have tried other villages.
Withers: I see.
Tyran Drenski: Nice to be here. Can you show us around the your village?
The Village Headman shows you around the village. He drones on about a great many things, most of them the translator does not bother to translate.
Dugan: wow
Dugan: hey waddles did you hear that?
Dugan: amazing
Colwyn O'Reilly: waddles is an IOWA at the moment
Tyran Drenski: So how long do you think it will be until the thrug come back serg?
Withers: Probably not long. Which way did they go when they left?
Dugan: i bet they went that way ... any takers?
Colwyn O'Reilly looks in the direction dugan is pointing
Degar Tribesman: They headed north.
Colwyn O'Reilly: that looks like an outhouse
Dugan: is pointing north
GM: This would not be the direction Dugan is pointing.
Dhu (Dugan): too late
Degar Tribesman: I meant WEST
GM: See, still not the direction Dugan is poitning.
Dugan: i meant west .. is pointing west
GM is using a benny
GM: Dugan dies.
Dugan: is pointing north west
Dugan: :(
Dhu (Dugan): that's unfortunate
Withers: How many days ago was it?
Degar Tribesman: Perhaps three.
Colwyn O'Reilly looks at dugan's corpse and shrugs
Tyran Drenski: thrugs always return for money.
Withers: They do indeed.
Withers: I was thinking we head after them, see if they went to the next village. Then double back here.
Withers: I am not a huge fan of the IRS, and they are legal. This guy is running around extorting money in a country he is not even supposed to be in.
Withers: So I guess we head in a north westerly direction. Since it seems like the nearest village is that way.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I agree sarge
Colwyn O'Reilly: should we do something about Dugan?
Withers: Drenski, go pick up the rest of the squad, let's head northwest.
GM: Fine, Dugan's not dead.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'll go with drenski, just in case
Colwyn O'Reilly pats dugan on the shoulder... good to see you back again
Dugan: woo hoo! i knew you didn't really mean it God
TADM: Kitty petting break.
The squad gets going again after Waddles buys a cat from one of the villagers. As Waddles refuses to leave the village without it.
Samson: I'll just shoot him and the cat.
Waddles: No, really! It will help us out. You know, like smell VC coming and bark to warn us.
Tyran Drenski does as instructed and got the aquad
Rooky: You do realize that is a CAT? They do not bark.
Waddles: This one does. Dugan and I will train it to bark at VC.
Samson: (eyelids twitch, flicks safety off on M79)
Tyran Drenski: is it with in regs to have a cat serg?
Withers: If it keeps Waddles and Dugan in line, I'm willing to pay for it.
Colwyn O'Reilly: as long as it's in uniform
Waddles: Great idea! I'll make a little uniform for it when we get back to base.
Hogpile: Samson, thanks for volunteering to be point again.
Tyran Drenski: i don't think a tiger could keep those two inline serg
The squad heads northwest, oddly in the direction Dugan was pointing just before he momentarily blacked out.
Waddles: See, I told you Dugan was awesome! Isn't that right Samson?
Samson: I'm going to kill him! (eyelids twitch)
Rooky: OMFG! You can't call the cat Samson.
Waddles: Oh, okay.
Overhead, the temperature soars to about 105, with a wonderful 98% humidity. Pretty soon everyone is drenched in sweat.
GM: Vigor checks for heat exhaustion.
Colwyn O'Reilly is happy he brought extra socks
Dugan: Vigor [Critical failure!] [1d6 = 1]
Tyran Drenski: Vigor [1d6 = 3]
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): unless you're acclimated!
Colwyn O'Reilly: Vigor [1d6 = 10]
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): which apparently I am... being from Louisiana and all
Tyran Drenski: (whispers to Serg) hey could you make some ground rules about the cat so the guys don't kill each other?
GM: Nice Vigor check there Colwyn.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): no kidding
Dhu (Dugan): what about mine ... did you like mine?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): darn just needed a 4
Withers: Yeah, I suppose so. Okay, the cat's name is Mr. Scruffy. Waddles, he is your responsibility. If you cannot take care of him then I am going to take him away.
Mr. Scruffy: Meow!
Tyran Drenski looks around for the enemy
Waddles: Yes sir!
Dugan: peers into the foliage
Tyran Drenski: that is a serg not a sir one more of those and i'll eat the cat
Dugan: whispers ... what did you see Mr. Scruffy?
Becker: Wait...why does the name "Mr. Scruffy" seem ominous for a cat?
TADM: Because the DM is an EVIL EVIL person.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): .... mr. scruffy? he's not related to any leaders of samurai orders, is he?
TADM: Well, I knew CJ would get that right away.
Colwyn O'Reilly: we're not in china Tyran... they eat dogs here
Waddles: Mr. Scruffy is a cute white long tailed cat. You are not going to eat him.
Becker: Yeah, I'm getting nervous about the cat now.
Hogpile: I'm suspicious. I don't think this mission was entirely randomly generated.
TADM: Hush you.
Withers: (motions everyone to silence) Noise discipline people. We want to find the VC, not the other way around.
Colwyn O'Reilly (whispers): yes sarge
Tyran Drenski looks around for VC and looks at the cat for possible evil.
The squad reaches the next village without incident. Hogpile takes his group and secures the perimeter while Withers and his group head into the village.
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 2]
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): casts "detect evil" on the cat... I am a box of bandaids, I have that spell, right?
Dhu (Dugan): daa... daa... (lower pitch) daaaa.... (high pitch)
TADM: Actually, in Savage Worlds, "detect evil" is not a normal cleric spell.
GM: Common Knowledge or Streetwise checks.
TADM: This is where Dugan rolls D4-2 and comes up with a 27 or something ridiculous like that.
Dugan: Common Knowledge {--2 Clueless} [1d4-2 = 1]
TADM: Awww....
Tyran Drenski: Smarts [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Smarts [1d6 = 7]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I should get a +2 for have the statue and being the only one to use it.
GM: O'Reilly, using his charm and suave as a skilled negotiator and abilities as a walking box of band aids, discovers that the VC tax collector was here and did extort some rice from the villagers. He headed to the northeast from here.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): sweet!
Withers: Well, off we go in that direction.
Colwyn O'Reilly: sarge, they went NE from here
Colwyn O'Reilly points away from the outhouse
Dugan: first NW, then NE ... I see a pattern forming
Dugan: sarge you should check your map to see what is S from here.
Withers: Yeah, what do you want to bet they went SE then SW and ended up back at the first village?
Dugan: wow! you're a lot smarter than I gave you credit for
Withers: Which means, if we cut across country from here, we should catch up with them as they leave the third village and are headed back to the first.
Colwyn O'Reilly: North by Northwest?
Dugan: guess that's why you're the boss
TADM: You know, it is a good thing Withers has the personality he does.
Dugan: you want me to take the cat on a scouting mission to investigate this theory?
Tyran Drenski: You have theories dugan????
Withers: Drenski, go pick up the lost lambs. We are heading east-south-east from here.
Tyran Drenski: hooah serg
Colwyn O'Reilly: are we going to try to cut them off then? if we cut down far enough and are quick enough, we can ambush them
Colwyn O'Reilly: instead of the other way around
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: gopher
Tyran Drenski heads off for the lambs..and wonders why he is a gopher.
Withers: That's the plan.
Dugan: is there water in this village sarg?
TADM: Probably because Withers trusts Drenski to go get the other part of the squad. And his sense of self-preservation compels him to stay within 10' of Colwyn at all times. Just in case.
Dugan: i sure am thirsty all o a sudden
Dugan: drinks half his canteen
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): ahhh i get it, i am happy
Withers: Good point, everyone make sure you fill up your water supplies.
Dugan: drinks the rest ... refills... drinks some more .. and tops off his canteen
Tyran Drenski drinks a full canteen and fills the water back up
Colwyn O'Reilly: you guys might get sick... don't drink so fast...
Colwyn O'Reilly: lots of little gulps... I'm not picking up your puke
[w] Dugan -> Colwyn O'Reilly: you're not double fatigued either
The squad heads through the hilly jungle, the dense canopy cuts out a lot of sunlight. The absence of wind makes the heat stifling.
GM: Vigor checks for heat exhaustion again.
[w] Dugan -> Colwyn O'Reilly: must have done something right... only single fatigued now
Dugan: Vigor [1d6 = 4]
Dhu (Dugan): woohoo!
Colwyn O'Reilly: change your socks! no trench foot in this squad.
Tyran Drenski: Vigor [1d6 = 2]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Vigor [1d6 = 3]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): fail
Waddles: You know, I find it amazing that Mr. Scruffy has this thick fur and is not too hot.
Dugan: that's cause' it's white fur
Samson: I find it amazing that since getting you that cat, that is the first noise you have made.
Waddles: Really? Wow, so like if my hair goes white I'll be less susceptible to heat?
Waddles: Dugan is such a genius! When I grow up I want to be just like him.
Rooky: Don't worry kid, from the looks of it, you only need to wait a couple weeks and you'll be the same age.
Rooky: Mentally at least.
Colwyn O'Reilly: at least dugan is good at shooting things
The afternoon passes into evening.
Tyran Drenski laughs to himself....
Waddles: Mr. Scruffy likes the chocolate bars from MREs.
Dhu (Dugan): drinks more water
Mr. Scruffy: Meow!
Dugan: drinks more water
Tyran Drenski follows the pack hoping some combat will stop endless waddles conversations
Colwyn O'Reilly gives himself an iv
Withers: Based on the map, if the VC tax collector is following the path we expect, then tomorrow afternoon we should reach this trail and setup an ambush. A couple hours after that, he should show up with his thugs.
Samson: Then I get to kill things?
Withers: Yes
Hogpile: Not Waddles.
Samson: Damn.
Colwyn O'Reilly: the yellow skinned things
Dugan: i wish i coulda thought o that plan
Waddles: You probably thought it so well that you mentally beamed it into Wither's mind!
Colwyn O'Reilly is glad we're walking so the shit doesn't get over my boot tops
The squad sets up camp for the night. Withers locates a nice secluded spot that should serve nicely as an overnight camping spot. The squad digs some small foxholes, lays out traps, and settles in for the night.
GM: Notice checks.
Dugan: Notice [1d4 = 2]
Tyran Drenski: foxholes???
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 14]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 19]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I had to out do CJ...i guess
GM: Holy freaking #$%# Nice Notice checks.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): dugan was playing with the cat
Following some insanely high Notice checks, the squad is able to sleep safely that night. The few things that might have given away their presence are noted by O'Reilly and Drenski and corrected so no VC in the area are alerted to the squad's presence.
GM: Drenski does notice that Mr. Scruffy curls up around the jade statue and sleeps that way.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): did we help our fatigue?
TADM: Yes.
Dugan: pretty kitty
Tyran Drenski wonders if he should wake up the statue.
Tyran Drenski: itiramam
The statue flexes and comes to life. Mr. Scruffy bolts and hides behind Waddles.
Dhu (Dugan): haha
Waddles: What's the matter Mr. Scruffy?
Tyran Drenski laughs so hard (silently) and nearly falls over
Tyran Drenski: mataka-hao
Mr. Scruffy: Meow! Hiss! Meow!
The statue reverts to its normal pose.
Tyran Drenski: That cat you have is a "spaz" waddles
Dugan: fred doesn't like to talk to me anymore
Waddles: I'm sure the cat is just misunderstood.
Colwyn O'Reilly: ALL cats are misunderstood waddles
Colwyn O'Reilly: Tyran, why are you attacking the cat with your jade statue-wind-up-toy-attack-ninja-thing
Tyran Drenski: it didn't attack shooo
Waddles: WAIT? What? Tyran has some toys? I like toys.
Colwyn O'Reilly: no, just grenades
Colwyn O'Reilly: I was joking
Tyran Drenski: not a toy colwyn lies
Samson: I have a toy M26. Here, I'll take the pin, you hold the rest of it and go hug Dugan. That will be great fun Waddles.
Colwyn O'Reilly looks at Tyran with a "you owe me" look
Tyran Drenski: I have a claymore you can play with
Waddles: Aww...well, I still like toys.
Tyran Drenski looks back with "I know"
Colwyn O'Reilly: Sarge, I think Samson may have some... anger... issues... how long has he been in country?
Samson: Ten months, three weeks, and five days. I am getting close to this end of this god-forsaken shit tour.
Rooky: I think Samson is just misunderstood. Everything he has said so far sounds like a good idea to me.
Waddles: Wow, how come you are keeping such an exact count Samson?
Samson: Because I like to count idiot.
Waddles: That makes sense to me. I like to count things too. See, these are my fingers.
Hogpile: Hey Waddles, I think you need to stop talking to Samson and feed the cat.
Colwyn O'Reilly: there's a lot of misunderstanding going on... maybe we should walk a while
Waddles: Good idea.
Colwyn O'Reilly: then set up an ambush and let samson kill all the VC he wants
Tyran Drenski: wow the newbs are really weird.... so orders serg?
Tyran Drenski packs his statue safely
TADM: I'm going to point out that any weird newbs are entirely the cause of the people who picked the random numbers for them from the NPC personality chart.
Withers: Well, it will be sunrise in an hour. Let's pack up and get moving.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): like the ones i choose...lol
The squad cleans up the area, fills in the foxholes, and heads out to the ambush spot.
Tyran Drenski finishes his get MRE and packs up
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): great
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): i have a feeling samson is mine
Dugan: checks his M1 and makes sure its loaded and ready
Tyran Drenski picks up the claymores he had planted the night before
Dugan: drinks from his canteen
Tyran Drenski drinks all of canteen and refills if the option is still around
Dhu (Dugan): why is the medic on the other side?
The squad sets up an ambush at a corner in the trail. Withers directs everyone to keep still and quiet.
Dhu (Dugan): dont get shot
TADM: Because Withers is on the other side, and so is Hogpile. And they outrank you.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): I notice I'm next to withers *and*' hogpile
Dhu (Dugan): ever see sgt york?
TADM: Rank has its privileges. Besides, Tyran has a statue.
Dhu (Dugan): that's good for T
Withers: No one shoot until I fire. Got that Samson and Hogpile?
Samson: Hooah!
Hogpile: Yeppers.
Dugan: takes aim
Tyran Drenski takes aim and whispers (itiramam and piko)
Colwyn O'Reilly aims at VC 8
Surprise Round/Round 1
The deck has been shuffled.
Dealing cards...
Colwyn O'Reilly: Stealth [1d6 = 4]
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 3]
Samson: Withers fired! It's open hunting season!
GM: Everyone gets a surprise round action.
Samson: Shooting [1d8 = 5]
Samson: M79 (25/50/75) damage [3d6 = 8]
Hogpile: Shooting [1d8 = 3]
Rooky: Notice [1d8 = 4]
Rooky: M16 (24/48/96) damage [2d6 = 8]
Rooky: Ha! Got one!
Waddles: Almareth's Squad: Shooting [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d8 = 1]
Waddles: Bang! Bang!
Becker: Someone tell that idiot to pull the trigger and not make gun noises.
Becker: Shooting [1d8 = 3]
Mr. Scruffy: Meow!
GM: Surprise round actions for Drenski, O'Reilly, and Dugan.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (Encumbrance -1, 3 Round Burst +2) [1d8+1 = 8]
Dugan: Shooting (3 Round Burst +2, M1 Carbine(Trade) +1, Aim +2) [1d6+5 = 10]
Colwyn O'Reilly: M1 Carbine damage -1 (3 Round Burst +2) [2d6+1 = 9]
Dugan: M1 Carbine(Trade) damage -1 (3 Rd Burst - Damage +2) [Raise] [3d6+1 = 16]
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch (Marksman +2) [1d8+2 = 8]
TADM: Roll damage Nessie
Colwyn O'Reilly: M26 Grenade damage [3d6 = 7]
VC Militia: Spirit [1d6 = 3]
VC Militia: Spirit [1d6 = 4]
VC Militia: Spirit [1d6 = 10]
VC Militia: Spirit [1d6 = 3]
Dugan
Dugan: shoot at vc4
Dugan: Shooting (3 Round Burst +2, M1 Carbine(Trade) +1) [1d10+3 = 6]
GM: The VC are all in cover and prone this round, giving you a -4 to hit because of cover.
Dugan: darn .. missed
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 5]
Samson: Reloading
Hogpile: Almareth's Squad: Shooting [1d8 = 3]
Tyran Drenski drops ruck sack to lessen load
Rooky: Shooting [1d8 = 2]
Waddles: Shooting [1d8 = 12]
Waddles: M16 (24/48/96) damage [Raise] [3d6 = 17]
Waddles: I GOT ONE!
Tyran Drenski puts on some ear paste to see if he can tell what they plan on doing
Waddles: Hey, pulling the trigger helps a lot!
Colwyn O'Reilly (whispers): stop yelling you idiot! you'll tell them where we are
Becker: Shooting [1d8 = 4]
Colwyn O'Reilly
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'll shoot at VC 4 I guess, since no-one is wounded yet
[w] Tyran Drenski: does the ear paste allow me to hear what the VC are planning on doing??
Dhu (Dugan): so i lined him up for you
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (Encumbrance -1, 3 Round Burst +2) [1d6+1 = 8]
Colwyn O'Reilly: M1 Carbine damage -1 (3 Round Burst +2) [2d6+1 = 7]
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: Assuming you can hear what they are saying.
Tyran Drenski
Round 2
Dealing cards...
GM: These seem to be fast moving VC.
Tyran Drenski reloads quickly
VC Militia: Shooting [1d6 = 2]
Dugan
Dugan: shoot at vc9 ...
GM: The NPCs are amazingly inaccurate tonight.
Dugan: Shooting (3 Round Burst +2, M1 Carbine(Trade) +1) [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6+3 = 6]
GM: He's at long range in -4 cover.
Dugan: missed again
Tyran Drenski
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch (Marksman +2) [1d6+2 = 7]
GM: Fired Deviation [1d10+1d12 = 7]
Tyran Drenski: M79 G. Launch damage [3d6 = 27]
GM: Tyran's Excavation, Landing Zone Construction, and Road Widening Service now serving outlying areas of Vietnam.
Colwyn O'Reilly
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lol i was really really angry...lol
Colwyn O'Reilly: nobody's been hit? awesome. I shoot at 9
TADM: What amazes me is that the amount of damage Tyran just did would have wiped out an entire squad of Wildcards.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): i rock
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (Cover (Medium) -2, Encumbrance -1, 3 Round Burst +2) [1d8-1 = 1]
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 13]
Withers: M16 (24/48/96) damage [2d6 = 5]
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): i do not rock
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): at least at shooting
Samson: Shooting [1d8 = 2]
Samson: Fired Deviation [1d10+1d12 = 7]
Hogpile: Shooting [1d8 = 3]
Rooky: Shooting [1d8 = 2]
Waddles: Shooting [1d8 = 14]
Waddles: M16 (24/48/96) damage [2d6 = 4]
Waddles: I GOT ANOTHER ONE! YAY ME!
Becker: Shooting [1d8 = 5]
Round 3
Dealing cards...
Tyran Drenski was dealt the Black Joker! Go whenever you want this round. You also get: Joker Trait/Damage Bonus [2]
The deck has been shuffled.
Tyran Drenski
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch (Marksman +2) [1d8+2 = 9]
Tyran Drenski: M79 G. Launch damage [3d6 = 14]
GM: Right on target.
Colwyn O'Reilly
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): don't worry i'll get them!!!
Colwyn O'Reilly shoots at 7
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (Cover (Medium) -2, Encumbrance -1, Medium Range -2, 3 Round Burst +2) [1d8-3 = 3]
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 2]
Samson: Shooting [1d8 = 7]
Samson: M79 (25/50/75) damage [Raise] [4d6 = 42]
Samson: MUHAHAHAHHAA!
Samson: Take 42 DAMAGE you little gook bastards!
Samson: Wait...can I "No Mercy" that?
GM: Sure
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: diabolical
Samson is using a benny
Samson: M79 (25/50/75) damage [Raise] [4d6 = 27]
Samson: Meh, I'll take the 42.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): i think samson needs a diabolical name.
Withers: Okay, let's check the corpses and see what we can find.
GM: Notice checks.
Dugan: catfood!
GM: Almareth's Squad: Notice [1d8 = 6]
Tyran Drenski whispers mataka-hao
Waddles: Where?
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 2]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 7]
Dugan: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Tyran Drenski tries to find goodies
GM: Well, you do discover they were VC. Unfortunately you do not find any trace of the tax collector that had been mentioned.
Withers: He did not appear to follow this trail. Rats.
Colwyn O'Reilly: they may have a camp nearby where they're stashing the stuff
Tyran Drenski: had some good killin tho
Withers: Yeah, combats don't all come out this way.
Colwyn O'Reilly: or they're passing it on to another group to take back to a VC HQ
Becker: Hey Sarge, HQ wants to talk to you now. Must be urgent.
Withers: Huh, okay. Becker with me. Everyone else keep poking around a bit.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sarge
Tyran Drenski: We are to be picked up today, something tells me we are not going home yet.
Dugan: looks here .. and there ... and everywhere
GM: Drenski, showing signs of prophetic powers, is correct.
Tyran Drenski looks around
Five minutes later, Withers walks over, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Colwyn O'Reilly keeps an eye out for another group of VC attracted to the sounds of fighting like a moth to a bug zapper
Withers: All right, grab anything that looks like good intel, shove the bodies off to one side. Then we need to hoof it.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): don't go towards the light! BZZZT
Tyran Drenski: You all are buying me beer for that moment....
Dugan: what's this?
Withers: The nearest LZ is about three clicks from here, and a bird will be there to pick us up in about thirty minutes.
Colwyn O'Reilly looks for the squad leader and searches him for anything that looks useful
Colwyn O'Reilly: can't we just use the hold that Tyran just blasted?
Tyran Drenski picks up his stuff and it ready
GM: The squad leader appears to have been one of the guys that Samson detonated. You find a few pieces of bamboo and maybe enough for dental record identification.
Withers: Tempting, but too much debris and VC might be coming here to check out the noise. Let's get a move on.
Hogpile: So what's up sarge?
Withers: We are meeting up with another chopper and heading north. Evidently some sort of special mission in the DMZ.
Withers: Brass was being tight-lipped about anything beyond that, so I'm guessing we get briefed in the air.
Waddles: My briefs are not in the air! I am wearing them.
Samson: Grrr (eyelids twitch)
Colwyn O'Reilly: alright sarge
Tyran Drenski: hoaah serg
Colwyn O'Reilly begins stashing bodies away from fighting zone
Hogpile: Hey Colwyn, think you could give Samson some morphine when he's not looking. You know, just stab him with a needle by accident?
Colwyn O'Reilly avoids the tempation to put them in humorous poses...
Samson: Wait, I need to collect trophies!
Withers: No.
Samson: Grrr....
Colwyn O'Reilly: possibly... but if I shoot Samson it will only make him angry
Colwyn O'Reilly: regardless of what I shoot him with
Rooky: Here, I posed those two VC like they were spooning when they were shot.
Waddles: Spooning what? Like cereal?
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, like rice... go play with your kitty waddles
Withers: All right, time to move out.
Tyran Drenski: I work with children...
Waddles: Mr. Scruffy was not scared!
Mr. Scruffy: Meow.
Dugan: really.. how many kids?
Samson: I count four. But if they are all close together....HAHAHHA!
Tyran Drenski: You don't want to know dugan
Hogpile: Thanks for volunteering to take point again Samson.
Waddles: Awww...how come he get to have all the fun?
Tyran Drenski heads towards serg for a little maturity
The squad makes it to the LZ without further incident. Waddles gets distracted by taking care of Mr. Scruffy.
Becker keeps his ear pressed against the radio. Hogpile keeps Waddles and Rooky inline while Withers walks behind Samson so no one else can hear what the other grenadier is grumbling about.
Tyran Drenski keeps an eye out
Dugan: thanks all
GM: Okay, I don't need to reset bennies, but I did hand out XP.
GM: So we will call it good there.
Campaign saved.