[RTD-esque] Game of the Undead (richards until the end of time)

[Mr. Jelly]

xxxxkill's...Alexia's Colt punctures the tire, sending the soldat's car into a tree.

[Ad Bot]

[Moppy]

I'll go check the car to see if he's stopped moving.
And breathing.
And living in general.

[Mr. Jelly]

Raymond approaches the car (-1 stamina)


he opens the door and he sees the soldat sitting in the driver's seat, his rifle laying on the passenger's seat.


He looks at Raymond, he pulls out a grenade and pulls the pin.

[Moppy]

OKAY FORGET THE RIFLE.
GET THE HECK OUTA DODGE!

[Mr. Jelly]

Raymond runs over to his group's car (-3 stamina)

The soldier laughs and tosses the grenade out, but it hits the car door.

"Oh fuc-"


the grenade and, consequently, the car explodes

[xxxxkill]

Congratulate his dead body over how amazing his grenade throwing skills are.

[Moppy]

Salute the flames.
"You were good, son. Maybe even the best.
But you suck at grenades."

[Mr. Jelly]

Congratulate his dead body over how amazing his grenade throwing skills are.

By "dead body", do you mean "burning corpse in a burning wreck of a car"?


You can congratulate the dead body of the starfish who almost shot you

[xxxxkill]

By "dead body", do you mean "burning corpse in a burning wreck of a car"?

No who else threw grenades

[Moppy]

Okay, first, distribute high fives.
Then go search the soldier's body, as in the one that didn't get blown into burnt bits.

[Mr. Jelly]

All you find is

1911 7 rd .460 Rowland magazine (x2)
M67 Fragmentation grenade [.5 kg]

[xxxxkill]

Magazines are mine, obviously

[Mr. Jelly]

Magazines are mine, obviously

Nope nope nope

[xxxxkill]

Nope nope nope

Bu-
Wait whoops wrong gun maybe

[Mr. Jelly]

Actually it's for Jokey's gun that he stole off that guy