Beat her senseless with the shovel and steal the car
Don't beat her senseless.
Cut her head off and take her hair for food.
You feel slightly conflicted about what to do, but you're certain it's something violent!
ENGAGING TARGETSYou rise from your disrupted state, preparing to commit a heinous act.
You turn towards the woman who just wanted to atone for her mistake and swing at her with your shovel! You miss, however, and wind up looking silly.
"Hey, what are you doing?! I'm sorry!!"
Ever determined, however, you make use of your empty hand to grab her and keep her from escaping. She fails to see this coming and cannot prevent being grabbed.
"No! Please stop! Don't hurt me!"
In an attempt to free herself from your clutches, she makes an attempt at shoving you. However, she is thwarted by your masterful use of the shovel you picked up.
There's literally nothing she can do now, as she awaits her fate: getting beaten senseless with the shovel. She does try to see if anyone will come help her, though.
"SOMEONE! PLEASE! ANYONE! HELP ME!"
Being this close makes striking your target with the shovel an easy task, and you successfully break the poor woman's left arm.
"AHHHH!! OH GOD!"
Lacking the strength and appendages to make an attempt at breaking free from your hold of her, all she can do is cry out in pain, hoping that her death will be quick and merciful. You have no such plans, however.
Your continued grasp allows you to strike her once more. This attack connects with her leg, breaking the bones in that limb as well.
"*sob* Make it stop..."
You release your grip on her, watching her stumble backwards, possibly hoping that she can escape. What nonsense. She can hardly move.
You approach her and go in for a sweeping strike on her only working leg, breaking it as you look in her eyes the whole time.
With both legs crippled, she collapses in front of you. Now, it's time to finish the job. To claim what is rightfully yours.
"No... not like this... not this soon..." she pleads.
Ignoring her plea, you get ready for your attack.
CRITICAL HIT!
"NOOOGHRHLGRGLCKCHK*gurgle*"
Aiming the shovel straight and true, you've beheaded your target.
EXITING COMBAT
CREATIVE POINTS EARNED: 1Now, to claim your prizes. You walk across the street to her head and briefly set down your shovel to tear off her hair.
Audible tearing and peeling sounds can be heard as you rip the hair from the woman's head. If you didn't have an appetite for hair, it would make your stomach churn to no end. Like we're talkin' so nasty you'd gargle your gumbo. You'd tango with the toilet. You'd pray to the porcelain gods. That aside, you wad the hair into your pocket and make way for the car, now yours to have and to hold.
Since you need your hands free to operate the vehicle, you've stowed your shovel in the backseat area of the vehicle.
It's time to set sails for someplace. Do we drive backward or forward? Where did the woman come from? Where was she going? Does it matter?
Environment:Time = 9:30AM (unknown day, limited vehicle clock)
Temperature = Moderately hot.
Weather = Clear skies.
Inventory:-Clothes
-Wad of Orange Hair
Information:Creative Points = 1
Name = Clutch Powers
Armor = 4
Skill = 1d6
Movement = (5") per action turn
Bonuses and Perks = Can survive on the nutrients in hair alone.
Status:Hunger = Peckish
Energy = Awake
Karma = -21
Notoriety = None
Vehicle Status:Fuel = E----*---F
Inventory = 1 Shovel
Occupants = 1 (Driver)
Damage = N/A
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