You try to wrench yourself from under Olga's quivering mass as she gropes your chest, only to let out a gasp of pain as your shoulder screams out in protest.

Unfortunately, she seems to take this gasp the wrong way.

"Ohoho, you lieksh that don'tsha shweetie. Hee hee hee.

You try to keep your cool and not do anything rash, yet you can't help but suppress a small twitch.

"Maybe we should take it to the nexsht level..."


The mass that was once fondling your chest now makes its way lower, down to your...

"Nope."

Before she can continue her vile deed, your revolver is already pressed straight into her forehead.

You cock it at normal speed, just for full effect.

"Get off."


Thankfully, she obliges, and stares in horror for a moment before running into the bar, tears flowing from her eyes and whimpers flowing from her horrid face.

Well... suppose that could have gone worse.

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Equipped
- Clothes (Shirtless (Ooh la la), Shorts, Air Jordans, Ray-Bans)
Inventory
- Common Items (You have an excuse to use common items you might have in your pocket, like cell phones.)
- Switchblade (Fairly long blade, likely capable of killing or maiming)
- Colt Anaconda (Basically unlimited ammo. I might have you run out if you roll a bad roll, and you'll have to find some more.)
Abilities
- Sixth Sense: After being ambushed, Robert has learned to listen to his instincts, and has additional time to react to any incoming threats. (+1/-1 to dodging attacks)
- Hyper Speed: Enormous power courses through your veins, allowing you to think and move faster than would ever be considered humanly possible.
Conditions
- Bandaged Arm (-1 to using arms for 6 turns.)

"NO."

Your mind fills with rage. What were once fledgling thoughts of helping the other survivors turns to rage and remorse over Heather's demise.

Who said they could live? Who said this could happen? WHY?

Totally oblivious to your surroundings and overcome with grief, your fists find no rest, smashing everything in sight.


Soon the rubble around you is reduced to nothing but dust. Nothing finds refuge from your fury.


When you regain control of yourself, you find yourself saddling what looks like a beaten pulp of a man. While you can't make out many features besides his shaggy brown hair, something about him seems oddly familiar.

You suppose the real question is, why hasn't his body disappeared like the others? He is no doubt deceased, whether from the explosion or your wrath.

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Equipped
- Clothes
Inventory
- Common Items (You have an excuse to use common items you might have in your pocket, like cell phones.)
-- Broken Cell Phone (Broken in car accident)
Abilities
- Rage: +2 to 3 rolls in a row when he gets angry.
- Bulletproof: Bravery fills your heart and soul, making you resistant to all physical damage.
- Empowered: Your body is imbued with some kind of energy, granting you immense strength.
Conditions

You call Katrina again... with the same result. "This number has been disconnected." Could the phone service really be down? Or, perhaps, is something more sinister at work here...

Thoughts having turned back to Katrina, you examine the gun she lent you. Across the handle you see her signature, which pried a chuckle from your lips. She always did sign everything she owned.
That said, about the gun itself, it's a match grade pistol, highly accurate at most ranges. Made by Hyper & Kultra, it's one of those pistols you tend to see in shooters these days. While bulky and somewhat heavy, it's a good gun and should serve you well. It's also designed for use in both hands, which should be helpful in a situation or two.

Although, this definitely isn't a gun someone would use for self-defense. It's much too heavy and large to draw at a moment's notice. It makes you wonder... why did she have such a thing?

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Equipped
- Clothes (Button-Up Shirt, Jeans)
Inventory
- First-Aid Kit
- Common Items (You have an excuse to use common items you might have in your pocket, like cell phones.)
- H&K MK23 pistol
Abilities
- Adrenal Bullet Time: Danger causes his mind to speed up to about 1.5x normal speed because of his intense physical lifestyle. (+- 2 to dangerous situations, can only be used 2 times in a row)
- Gun Kata: You have natural talent and ability with any gun.
Conditions
- Inebriated

All the cops make their way to the blast site, obviously wanting to save any survivors left in the rubble. In the distance you can hear some serious smashing and a man screaming. It must not be a pretty sight over there.

Making a concerted effort to stay away from the action, you lean against a cop car, trying to stay out of sight but keeping your eye on what's going on.

While most of the officers are waiting near the site for the dust to settle, a few have made brave attempts to help those inside. They had yet to come back out.

The rest of the officers were around a small object lying on the street near the broken remains of the café.


It looked like... some kind of suitcase?

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Equipped
- Clothes (T-Shirt, Jeans)
Inventory
- Common Items (You have an excuse to use common items you might have in your pocket, like cell phones.)
Abilities
- Escapee: +1 to actions involving speed and dexterity.
- Mind Control: You can control the thoughts and actions of other people through mere suggestions.
Conditions

Frantically stirring on this ceiling you now found to be your new home, you try to remember what it was like to have a physical body, to be standing on firm ground.

The pressure pinning you to the ceiling begins to dissipate as you do so, before a new feeling enters your consciousness.

Pain. So much pain. Like someone was tearing you to shreds and beating you into a puddle. Everything goes black...


Until you regain consciousness, and...!

Yep.
Still pinned to the sky.


"Dammit."

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Equipped
- Unclean clothes
Inventory
- Common Items (You have an excuse to use common items you might have in your pocket, like cell phones.)
Abilities
- Inventor's Mind: (+1 to crafting)
- Incorporeal: Your body has no real physical presence, allowing you to move through objects at will.
Conditions