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The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

PCSutfin said
Just posted. Can't wait to see what's in the sewers.

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LimeyPanda said

Little less that. Little more 800 foot

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Confession time:

I'm sending a giant monster to attack Japan in 3 days time. Anyone in Japan, the safeword is teacup. Shout that loud enough to be heard and it might just not butcher you with its shoulder mounted laser cannons.

But it might anyway. I didn't design it for discriminatory work.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Raven's Inn

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Murderok and Gryff were less than impressed with the absolute volume of ideas coming in, if that was really they best people had to offer. "C'mon Gryff. Let's catch us a kitty and whassis name can put it to sleep." Murd began moving straight for the big cat. Gryff was less enamoured with the plan, while he had plenty of weight and momentum, he didn't have the raw strength of a minotaur either. But it was the only really viable plan.

So Gryff waited for Murd to make a move as he strung his bow, smoothly he waited and aimed, when the time came he'd attempt to put a shaft into one of its hind legs, enough to hurt it and prevent it from being able to simply rake anyones, like his own, belly with its deadly claws. "I gotcha back Murd. Just watch out for the back claws, they're deadlier than the teeth are."

"Speaking of teeth. I'm gunna get me one of em." Murd grinned. Improvised dentistry never killed anyone.

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Tempest said
Hide the spotted puppies! Its Adam DeVille!

Oh no. Tempest has gone there.

*Prepares the neutering kit*

One chainsaw.
Three rusty hypodermic needles.
22 Leeches
7.5 spiders.
12 ounces of Rotgut whiskey.
1 rusty sewing needle
35 inches of fine barbed wire
1 record player.
1 record containing recordings of the screams of the damned.
1 wet towel.
1 tranq gun loaded for rad-bear.

"Here Tempest. Here girl." *Whistles* "Come now, it's peeeerfectly safe."

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I'd probably launch a missile at the tower and see if we can cut off further reinforcements first.

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South West - Brucey



Brucey frowned as he changed the song once more. The tower was a tough bitch, but he'd kept the enemy reinforcements from immediately swamping the APC so that was a plus. Checking his gas-mask was firmly in place Brucey would clamber to his mech's feet with all the grace of a bulldog fucking a goose. Bruce began to operate his systems like an aficionado as he got upright and put his mech into reverse stride as he faced the wrecked APC and the wounded wolf that had tried to om-nom-nom on his systems.

Bruce however was not in a playful mood anymore. The spirit of the Ignis Dei began to rise up in his mind. "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for I am at 2'000 degrees Celsius and rising." Brucey unleashed the full might of both his incinerators in a cross-converging sweep pattern as he continued to back his mech as safely as possible away from the target area relying on sensors to identify things that might trip him up. Keying the comm to the squad channel he spoke up. "Ok, let's get the heavy metal in a braced covering withdrawal. Everyone else, keep to our backs, cover the other way and in the name of all that burns, warn us about any obstacles we might miss. This is going to be hairy but by Xiuhtecuhtli we will succeed!"

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Ravens Inn

Gryff frowned at the idiot who might just have compromised a chance at having just a bit more .... information, with which to work. It was always annoying working without good intelligence, it meant you had to make shit up as you go and in the end that got more people killed than a shitty plan does. "C'mon Murd, and watch your head, these villagers never make their doors a decent size."

Murderok looked around carefully as if not interested in anything in case the magician, which seemed a few fruit loops short of a breakfast had neglected to black out the windows but they too were concealed. "Fine, less go see what this fruity fellow has in store for us." Murderok followed Gryff through and almost groaned as he crossed the threshold. Bloody drama queen. I'm surprised it's not a princess wailing about how she was kidnapped by some dark caped figure in the night from her bed. He thought to himself unwilling to vocalise it and give the loon any further ideas.

Gryff was more appraising, he knew that he'd be unlikely to outrun the creature, at least not for long. But he wore heavy enough armour that he wasn't too concerned about the Cat unless it went for his less protected belly, or its teeth. And his companions were a source of concern, the crazy dwarf might be useful if they tore it apart and offered the Cat bits of it as a peace offering. "Maybe we could offer it that Ballista you call a Crossbow as a scratching post Murd."

"Stuff off Gryff, you'll hurt Manbreaker's feelings." Murderok chuckled in response. "Anyone think to bring some catnip?"

Gryff continued to examine the creature. It stood just over a metre tall and looked like it was packed with muscle. The problem was how to stop it without killing it. He had no doubt that he and Murderok could probably snap it like a twig if they had the freedom to act against it. The trick was either to trick it somehow, or subdue it. "Well Murd, we have a conundrum. We have to somehow stop Freya there from snacking on our well stacked haunches without killing her. You got any ideas?"

"Catnip." Murd replied.

"Well that's one more idea than I have at the moment." Gryff admitted. "I mean if we could hold it down and sit on it without crushing it that might work, but do we want to take that chance?"

"Dunno." Murd answered. "You guys got any ideas?" He turned to the rest of the Blades that had joined them.

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South West



Bruce grinned as the flames distracted the chainsword wielding bastard. But he also noticed that it seemed to be invincible to the flames until it got distracted. Daniel finally crippling it enough to retreat Bruce's attention passed on from it for now. Instead it passed to the tower. Tendrils had begun consuming the vehicle with great alacrity and Bruce frowned. "Oh. That's my vantage point you're breaking!" He snapped and suddenly began throttling one of the toes on his good leg.

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Hopefully the biologist and anyone else alive in there would know enough morse code to get the message. But without hesitation Bruce turned to face the tower turning his incinerators to face it. "I hope to the fires of a thousand hells you're flammable." He said considering his course of action. It was beyond dangerous. "COOK COOK COOK COOK COOK COOK COOK" Without further ado, Bruce depressed the triggers for his incinerators and began spraying them at the towers.

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LimeyPanda said
Daniel and Brucey are initiating operation stupid plan.