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Fauci, hurriedly approaches Graves, ignoring Ryoma. "Graves, Balls is back in camp. Or was. I'm not sure anymore. He's got a gun, put it to my head that fucker did. He stole my van and disappeared after that. I think Hooper is out to get the loser." It's not that he thought Balls didn't have...

In that case, Hooper.

Not to make every one of my posts an apology, but sorry for the complete lack of character development/input on my part in Chapter 1. :P I'm free starting this afternoon, so the activity's going to be boosted.

As usual, Bean knows me best, so Hx+1. Fauci supposedly knows Red Bean and Hooper just as well, so not sure who highlights his stat.

Ugh, many apologies again for the lack of activity. I think I'll let Fauci take a back seat and just follow Red around for a while as this stuff unfolds, since I have a lot going on in real life until the 25th. Still keeping up with the story, if sporadically. I'll up the involvement after that...

As Fauci walks out the garage with Sister Red, shocked and slightly dazed, he curses under his breath at the lost work and blueprints that he might very well never see again. The switchblades he'd been working on for Bean's kids were all locked up in there, as well as a couple electrical...

I'm in favor of podcasts on RPG systems, whether it's a Q&A or just general discussion. As a newbie RPer, understanding some systems is a little hard, so hearing a discussion on it sounds like it would help, tremendously even. It could even pique some other RPers (even non RPdom members) — who...

Fauci could feel Balls go cold, shock running through his body. "You can take the truck. That is my assurance to you. If you take the truck, there's not a chance Graves will be able to catch up, even if I did tell him," he says, knowing the gas in that old clunker couldn't take Balls more than...

Yes.

For a second I thought my hot was -1, before checking. Close!

"Let's all stay calm here," I say. "Look, Balls, Red... she won't hurt you, not if we all just calm down. You know what kind of shit you'll get into if you shoot us on grounds. Graves isn't too light. Let's just... put the gun down, alright?" Rolling to manipulate Balls Roll+hot 2 + 5 + 0 7

Sorry for the lack of activity, been a bit busy in the meat-world, and thought I was waiting on something to go down with Red Bean. Will post soon.

"No weapons. Haven't worked on any of those in a while. I got some food. Nothing you can live off, just snacks. Want them?" Fauci figures it's time to read a sitch/this charged situation. My sharp is +1, so 7 in total. Sharp is highlighted, so I gain XP, as well. What should I be on the...

Oh, I never really noticed that before. Thank you!

I'm finding myself completely lost on how one rolls a die on this sort of interface. A little help?

I fumble to get my keys out of my pocket, more out of tiredness than fear, accidentally dropping them in the process. "Here ya go, then," I say, picking them up. "Let's just not do anything stupid, eh?" Good luck getting out of here, though, I think with a smirk.

Oh balls. "What do you want, you sad sack?" I ask, annoyedly. "Haven't moved on since Graves beat you to the curb, or are you still up to your old ways?"

One post in and I've already got a gun to my face. Love it!

Must've fallen asleep while working. Get it together, Fauci. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming" I shout from the other end of the garage, wiping the slobber from my mouth with my hand. "What d'ya want?" I ask sluggishly, as I open the garage door.

I mostly deal with metalwork. Shapin' and makin' and whatnot. Dabble with electricity, making it all fit together and getting it to actually work, but that's a hit and a miss. Graves let me turn that old shed into something more usable. Tore off the front and replaced it with a garage door...