i just think that you need to think about possible consequences and current happenings before you take action. pun intended.

Does this sound like two actions to anyone else?
If so, I shall roll

EDIT: I feel like rolling. I'll change it later if I have to.

I've got something special for all the players, since this is the 20 page milestone. I I have/will send them in PMs for all of you

Duh102 (6-1=5) Rachel

Rachel pulls the Quad over to the back of the jeep and kills the engine.
The one lady turns around and says: "Hewwo!"
Rachel replies: "Ooo, looks like you got something broken there, mind if I take a look at it?"
She walks over to the quad, where Eric and Rachel have dismounted, and says: "Dab woub be gwead! Id's weally gibbing be da shids, amb I can'd smew a ding!
Rachel looks sympathetic, "Come here, let me-" she grabs Fiona's nose with her thumb and index-finger-knuckle and bends it right, then left, with a disgusting crunch both times.
"OW!! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Arrrrrrghhhh.... Dat huuuurrtt!!!" Fiona yells, cradling her nose.
"Why'd you do dad!? Heyy... It hurds like hell, bud, I can dalk a bid bedder. Owwwwww...."
Rachel takes out her medical kit and prepares a slimey glop in a small dish, then procedes to layer it on Fiona's nose.
"This is a semi-hardening mould that also helps heal the break. It goes on soft, and stays on for a week."
"Oh good. Ad leasd id will help heal id. My name's Fiona by the way."
"I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you." Rachel finishes layering the mould and starts packing up her bag. Fiona gently prods her nose.
"Where were you guys headed?" Rachel slings her bag onto her back and puts her hands on her hips.
Abilities
Medical Aptitude (+1 or -1 to rolls involving medical action, to put the roll closer to 5)
Analytic Mind (+1 to rolls involving deciphering properties and uses of objects)
Weapons
CO2 charged repeating crossbow
9mm Uzi
Carbon fiber combat knife
Inventory
Medical kit
Magnifying glass
Sleeping bag

Hyperkultra (4) Fiona

As Dogberry gently lays Andrew down in the back of the jeep, Fiona turns around to meet the new arrivals with her marvelous charm:
"Hewwo!"
The lady driving replies: "Ooo, looks like you got something broken there, mind if I take a look at it?"
Fiona walks over to the quad, where the two dismount, and says: "Dab woub be gwead! Id's weally gibbing be da shids, amb I can'd smew a ding!
The Medic looks sympathetic, "Come here, let me-" she grabs Fiona's nose with her thumb and index-finger-knuckle and bends it right, then left, with a disgusting crunch both times.
"OW!! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Arrrrrrghhhh.... Dat huuuurrtt!!!" Fiona yells, cradling her nose.
"Why'd you do dad!? Heyy... It hurds like hell, bud, I can dalk a bid bedder. Owwwwww...."
She takes out her medical kit and starts mixing something in a small dish, and procedes to layer it on Fiona's nose.
"This is a semi-hardening mould that also helps heal the break. It goes on soft, and stays on for quite a while."
"Oh good. Ad leasd id will help heal id. My name's Fiona by the way."
"I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you." Rachel finishes layering the mould and starts packing up her bag. Fiona gently prods her nose. It does ache a little, but definitely not as much as it did.
"Where were you guys headed?" Rachel slings her bag onto her back and puts her hands on her hips.
Fiona replies, "Not sure. I just followed along, honestly.Guys, anyone have any idea where this convoy is heading?
Abilities
Electronics Expert: +1 to rolls dealing with circuitry
Weapon Specialist: +2 to rolls using Railgun Sniper -1 when using other weapons
Weapons
Railgun Sniper Rifle
Beretta U22 Neos
Multitool
Inventory
Incendiary and Kinetic Magazines (3 each)
Portable Microfusion Generator (backpack)
Satchel of standard electronic components, including:
Rotor + Housing; Lithium-Ion Battery; Electric Motor; Servos; Modular Structural pieces
Two empty sacks
Condition/s
Injured nose (Dressed and healing, 12 turns. Causes Speech Impediment)
Speech Impediment (All speech is modified. -1 to actions involving persuasion, etc)

caekdaemon (5) Bob Jameson Jones
Since BJJ is somewhere where nobody knows, his actions will be sent by PM until he is seen by the group again.

Benpasco (2) Eric

Rachel pulls the Quad over to the back of the jeep and kills the engine.
Fiona turns around and says: "Hewwo!"
Eric hops off the quad, easily stifling his laugh (he remembers what happened last time) and skids a bit in the dirt, but nobody notices. He walks over to the jeep and has a look inside. The driver is busy hunched over in the driver's seat, eating something, and a limp body is in the back. Eric moves over for a look:
It's a soldier from the convoy. He's dirty and scraped and messed up all over. He has a pair of sunglasses elaborately draped over his eyes, ears and in his hair. He looks like someone hit him with a car (not surprisingly). Eric takes hold of his shoulders and shakes him a little, "Hey, wake up. Hey!"
The man groans, mumbles, and his eyes fly open. He starts flailing around in the back, knocking Eric on his rear in the dirt, yelling: "NOOOOOO!!! You'll never take me! I'll..... ahh... err.... " He settles down quite a bit, realising that there is no imminent danger.
"My arms hurt. Who are you?" He asks.
Eric gets up, a bit shaken, "I was just about to ask you te same thing. I'm Eric." He extends his hand.
The man grabs hold with a firm grip, "Corporal Andrew Rodrigues. 2nd Division, B company. Nice to meet you." He re-aligns his sunglasses over his eyes and grins.
"Where we off to?" He hops out of the back and puts on his gear.
Abilities
Herbalism: +1 to rolls involving identifying or using the properties of plants
Weak: -1 to rolls involving lots of endurance or physical strength
Weapons
Double-Barreled Shotgun
Flare Gun
Machete
Inventory
Shovel
Vials
Rope

wiffles (5) Dogberry

Dogberry gently lays Andrew down in the back of the jeep and hears the sound of the quadbike pulling over. Fiona turns around and greets them, so Dogberry thinks this is a great time to get back to those chocolate bars. He sidles around into the driver's seat and yanks open the glovebox. Who can guess what he finds? Nothing. No chocolate bars. He panics, looking deeper, moving things, until a scratch and russle of plasticy foil from his feet reminds him. The chocolate bars don't stand a chance. Dogberry plows into them, devouring one after another, until a yell from the back halts his progress. He glances back, shrugs, finishes the bar he's on and stashes the rest into his pockets, all two of them. Eating all that chocolate couldn't have been good for him, and as he steps out of the car, he feels a bit sick. But he knows it will pass: energy in that amount must assist his body somehow, right?
Abilities
Special Weapons Aptitude ( +1 roll to actions involving my weapons)
Fists of Steel ( +1 to actions involving attacks with hands/feet)
Weapons
B.A.R. Machinegun
Silenced Raging Bull
Thumper grenade launcher
Inventory
2 weeks worth of rations
Telescopic scope
5ft rope
Hachet
9 extra mags for B.A.R
250 reserve bullets in a small canvas bag
Riot Shield (stored in vehicle)
2 Chocolate bars (King size)
Condition/s
Too Much Choc (Risk of vomiting, roll a 1, increased if in motion, overcome in 2 turns)
Energy Boost (Theoretical, applies in 2 turns)

FoiL (1) Andrew Rodrigues

Andrew just wants to stay out of it, but life just won't leave him alone. A flying, screaming skull jolts him awake:
"NOOOOOO!!! You'll never take me! I'll..... ahh... err.... " Someone is sitting in the dirt in front of him, staring.
"My arms hurt. Who are you?" Andrew asks.
The man gets up and says, "I was just about to ask you te same thing. I'm Eric." He extends his hand.
Andrew grabs hold with a firm grip, "Corporal Andrew Rodrigues. 2nd Division, B company. Nice to meet you." He re-aligns his sunglasses over his eyes and grins, then pulls himself out of the jeep.
"Where we off to?" Andrew asks, dusting himself and putting on his gear.
"I guess we'll just have to find out." Eric walks of to his left to Fiona and Rachel, who are happily talking next to the Quad.
Abilities
Fists of fury (+1 to actions involving melee)
Forced Break & Entry (+1 to actions involving breaking things)
Weapons
AA-12 (Full Drum, 35 Rounds)
Colt 1911
Extendable baton
Inventory
Swiss army knife
Utility knife
Top gun sunglasses
Spare 3 Drums
Spare 4 Magazines

Game Events:
The dust from the Convoy is starting to settle and fade from sight. You guys better find your lost teammate!

@FoiL, since you said you wanted to stay unconscious, and you got a 1, you failed at staying unconscious. Thus, you woke up in a very funny manner.

Map:

best fail you could ever have, a fail that wakes you up from being unconscious!

its kinda funny how you (Duh) and hyper kinda take on the personality of your characters, even though they are the opposite gender. Although that is kinda the point.

I'm presuming you are both guys?

Half right. HK is afaik a man, but I am not.
Though I'm around them enough to get honorary membership.

Show us your tits

I might be rolling soon, just waiting to make sure that I'm supposed to (Yoman and I are running a rather elaborate scheme in the background and I don't want to mess it up with an ill-timed roll)

Never mind, everything has been clarified.

Well, that was unexpected, in a good way off course.

Join the main group and suggest "Shouldn't we try to get to where the convoy is?"

and apologize to eric while I'm a it

Well none of you will ever find me.

why did you even think they are trying?

COMBO MOVE WITH DUH102: 2X SMACK TO HEAD

Yes, I was born with and still have a penis. I am indeed a male.

"Let's get to going while the going is still good. I may be plenty condecending, but I'm most certainly not stupid. Big things live in this jungle, and they won't mind eating us. I'd prefer not to be without backup when they come knocking."
>Climb into the jeep, invite Rachel. If Dogberry doesn't go near when we have a full jeep, commandeer the thing from him. I have a feeling we REALLY shouldn't lose the convoy...

(I'm just posting so I remember my character without having to search through a few pages; yeah, I'm THAT lazy...)

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