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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: LOL
Oh absolutely! Amber can carry the SLP if she puts down the creepy dead kid.
Wait...
What am I saying?!?!? 
I luv you, Meri.
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 18:50:06.
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Topic: Possibilities..
Subject: Nudge....
C'mon folks! One more!
I promise it'll be fun!
P.S. Yes... the mith'ganni are super-bad-a$$-awesome! I'm a junky, myself!
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 18:48:05.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Who need pants when you look this good in a kilt, anyway?
Aardvarks
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 18:42:29.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Vamos a la harbor!
“Harbour eh? Excellent idea,” the knight replied…
Damn, Murph scowled faintly at that response. He had truly hoped that this guy might know of a safe place that was closer to their present position so the group wouldn’t have to march another two blocks before they had the chance to recuperate.
“…at least it worked for Athens,” the armored man continued, “I'm a stranger here so I'll take your lead - I don't know my way aboot so just point the way eh. The name's Brian by the way. Thanks for the offer Tom.”
“Good to meet you, Brian. Thanks for the assist,” Murph nodded almost absently before gesturing towards where Cornelia Avenue stretched eastward toward Lake Shore Drive and Lake Michigan beyond, “Belmont Harbor’s a couple of blocks that way.”
The mechanic turned, then, and, after a glance and a nod to Ted and Emily where they lingered by the wheelbarrow-borne Mac, took a few steps towards where Alaster still lay on the ground and held out a hand, wordlessly offering to help the kid back to his feet. “Let’s fall in and get our a$$es movin’, people,” he rumbled, turning towards Brian again, “Time’s runnin’ short.
Alaster, here, will be bringing up the rear,” Murph informed the knight, “and I’m tryin’ to keep the unarmed and injured in the middle as we move. If you wanna find a spot in the formation that’ll keep you between them and whatever might come at us, I’d appreciate it…”
The mechanic offered another fractional nod to the troupe’s latest addition, flicked glances around to make sure the others were forming up and ready to move out, then, without another word, jogged off to retrieve Amber who was still wandering northwards up Broadway.
((OOC: Just a little fluffiness for the sake of fluffiness… Hopefully Murph will get Amber back to the party and we’ll be able to get motoring towards the harbor before we get pounced again…If it makes more sense to do so, Murph will push the wheelbarrow and let Father Ted or Alaster take point and have the other at rear-guard as appropriate... Same general marching order as we've been trying to follow, though... More combat ready folks on the "outside" with the infirm and/or temporarily insane in the middle... ))
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 18:40:59.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I'm not wearing....
pants!
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 17:07:23.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: yeah...
...well... at least we're pretty!
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 16:55:08.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Sounds as if...
...that's the consensus.
I've got a little 'fluff' post in the works pointing us in that direction... hope to have it ready here soon.
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 16:25:30.
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Topic: I guess it's time...
Subject: LOL
Meri doesn't smite... it makes her cry...
Way to coerce the new folk outta the shadows, boss! 
Aaaaand, Eric - now that you've "outed yourself as an Innmate" might we see you joining up in a game or thirteen?
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 15:02:48.
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Topic: Assassin Campaign (redux) Q&A
Subject: Oops...
...missed the update... have something for you soonishly, though.
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 14:03:07.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: ROFL
Pit's tunes are officially on my playlist...
Gazzin'!
Fer shur!
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 13:56:37.
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Topic: Chapter 2 Page 13
Subject: Okay...
...so I finally got around to "catching up" on all the previous strips and I gotta say; "Great work, guys!" Looking forward to seeing where this all goes.
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 13:18:42.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Sweet!
Now I'm gonna have that song in my head all day!
Which is okay, I guess, cuz I woke up with the Final Jeopardy think music in there... 
Ow...
Note to Self:
Dear Self,
Unplug the toaster before you lick the crumbs out of it.
Love,
You
P.S. We're out of pie and light bulbs.
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 13:09:19.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Aaaaaaand....
...everybody mambo!!!
Posted on 2010-09-29 at 11:37:21.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Well... Pip-pip...
...cheerio...
...they're after me lucky charms?
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 21:10:31.
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Topic: the end of MADS
Subject: *bows head*
Fare thee well, MADS...
...we enjoyed the romp while it lasted. 
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 17:34:06.
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Topic: LD Guest comic: Loaded Dice go LARPing
Subject: Hehehe...
...that was horrible, Ody!
Well done!
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 16:45:08.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Mmm... Malted Meri Neck!
*gnawgnawgnaw*
Heeeey!
Did you just imply that I was more dangerous than a roo?
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 15:03:06.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: I warned...
...but no one ever takes me seriously.
Not so funny when the roos are gnawing on your neck and such, though, is it?
IS IT?!?!?
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 14:57:07.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: ~~~~~
^ Stuffed with Fluff
< Fluffed with Stuff
V Billy goat Gruff?
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 14:45:17.
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Topic: LD Guest comic: Loaded Dice go LARPing
Subject: Fun stuff...
I'm liking the guest strips, too...
Would loooove to see a new "true LD" strip, though. *pokenudgeLyra*
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 14:32:03.
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Topic: I guess it's time...
Subject: Edition, shmedition!
Let's tell some tales and have some fun!
Edit:
Oh yeah... almost forgot...
Haven't had a full pot of coffee, yet... still laggin'.
Posted on 2010-09-28 at 14:28:51.
Edited on 2010-09-28 at 14:29:55 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Hey everyone, newbie alert!
Subject: Spellcasters and munchkins and rules-lawyers! Oh my!
How do you feel about facelicks?
Not very D&D-centric, I know... but a veritable "must have" hereabouts, if I dare say so.... Besides, it comes with a +1 so it can't be all bad, right?
Welcome aboard you cheeky li'l DungeonMonkey, you! Glad you've decided to join us here in our little maelstrom of madness.
Posted on 2010-09-27 at 20:35:51.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: heh...
...I think "stepping in" is Murph's primary role, here, isn't it?
Yup... collab with Meri on this next bit is a bit of a heart-wrencher, I think... we'll see where the back and forth gets us...
Hopefully, out of sight and safe for a little bit... *crosses fingers*...
Posted on 2010-09-27 at 20:30:39.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: And there ya have it...
...Murph's reached his breaking point.
So... there's Mac back in the wheelbarrow (hopefully being wheeled the rest of the way up the street by Ted or Emily), Alaster given what's been coming since before they left the basement, and, if Murph doesn't get hacked to ribbons for trying, at least the beginnings of Murph trying to bring her back around for whatever good it'll do...
Oh... before it becomes an issue... I checked with the GM on Murph punching Alaster and made sure the rolls were all on the up-and-up before I wrote it in. Feel free to run with it as you see fit, of course, Malek... Just keep in mind that we've got a stockroom full of zombies about to break loose behind us and sidestreets full of who-knows-how-many others likely closing in... vengeance might be best saved for later.
Posted on 2010-09-27 at 17:51:46.
Edited on 2010-09-27 at 17:56:06 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Alright! ENOUGH!!!
It had only taken what seemed like a minute to get as far back into the store as they had but, once the screams had started (both the one that rose from Amber and the ones that shrieked from the zombies), the passage of time had slid back into that thick, sluggish, oozing of surrealism and making it back to the front of the demolished Treasure Island Foods felt as if it had taken a lifetime… a lifetime that, when he thought about it, should have ended for all of them somewhere amidst the darkened aisles and rotting groceries…
Stupid, he cursed himself as he took a fraction of a second to skim the scene near the checkout lanes and then cast a glance back at where the cracking and splintering sounds were coming from the back of the store, I should’ve never opened my mouth in that basement? What made me think that dying out here was better than wasting away back there? We can’t even gather supplies… can’t keep everyone together… gets worse every time we run into these things…
Father Ted still stood firm, his elephant gun at the ready, near the limp and still unconscious form of Mac and the upturned wheelbarrow that had dumped the bounty hunter onto the floor. He saw Emily in the parking lot, looking perhaps even paler than he’d remembered her being moments ago, a wisp of smoke still curling from the barrel of the .357 in her hand and dissipating in the air before it reached her shocked face…
“Amber?” he asked no one in particular as he righted the wheelbarrow and hesitantly leaned his shotgun against it… I know she ran… I heard her run… As Murph stooped, took hold of Mac, and hauled the man as best he could back into his makeshift litter, his gaze caught the faint shake of Ted’s head and followed the Reverend’s eyes as they turned towards the street outside. The mechanic’s stomach sank and he scowled as he understood Ted’s unspoken report… She ran too far. Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit!
Situating Mac in the wheelbarrow, Murph nodded his thanks to the preacher as he heard Alaster’s footsteps crunching from the store, then, as he laid the shotgun across the bounty hunter so it would be easily accessible while he was pushing the man down the street, Murph glanced toward the back of the store and the source of those foreboding cracking and crunching sounds. “Let’s beat feet, Padre,” he grimaced, taking hold of the barrow’s handles and started for the exit, “Sounds like those things aren’t gonna be held back for much longer…”
((Assuming Ted follows or leads the way out, of course… any interaction here?))
Murph had just gotten the wheelbarrow into the parking lot, was moving towards Emily and had gotten the words ‘Doin’ okay, Doc’ out when he heard it…
“…You killed Joshua! How dare you!? You’ll pay! I’ll make you pay!”
The mechanic’s gaze abandoned Emily, who, other than appearing a bit shocked and horrified, seemed to be uninjured, and swung up the street… Alaster, with his shotgun at the ready, was running towards where Amber was swinging her hatchet wildly at a sword-wielding, armor-clad man with one hand while the other clung to what looked like a child’s body that she had hoisted onto her hip… Oh… Jesus… Oh no…
“S#!^,” Murph cursed aloud, his eyes darting to Emily and Ted as he turned the wheelbarrow north and (probably unnecessarily) said, “C’mon… let’s go…”
The guy with the sword and shield seemed to be trying to talk to Amber even as he defended himself from her attacks and, once, even turned to look in their direction to shout; “This way! Come on!...”
There was more but Murph couldn’t quite comprehend it as he was busy trying to move as fast as he could with the wheelbarrow and making sure that Emily and Father Ted were keeping up. After one of those glances back, though, Murph heard Alaster’s voice join the screeching that was coming from Amber and turned his eyes back to see the carpenter with his shotgun trained on the knight…
“What the hell have you done! Did you hurt her?! I swear to God if you harmed her I'm going to break your legs so Murph can have all the time in the world to do what he wants with you!”
Is the kid seriously going after another survivor? What the hell is wrong with that boy?
“Motherf*****,” Murph growled, his panic and his disappointment with not having been able to get this small group anywhere safer any faster than he had mixed in his gut and boiled into an exasperated anger. His jaw clenched as he set the wheelbarrow down and, without looking back at Ted or Emily, he took up his SLP, grumbled something to them about grabbing the makeshift stretcher and staying on his heels, and then charged up the street towards the human-on-human fracas. As he ran, a question Father Ted had asked him not long ago replayed in his mind… How were you planning on saving these poor unfortunate souls?
Well, he snarled inwardly as he got within arm’s reach of Alaster, starting right now, the plan is to make sure they all f***in’ listen… whether they like it or not…
“Hurt her,” the knight was retorting indignantly when Murph reached them, “I just saved her life and she attacks me!”
For the moment, Murph ignored the short, mail-clad man and Amber… Alaster was closer and, to Murph’s way of thinking at the moment, deserved the most attention. One of Murph’s hands closed on Alaster’s shoulder and started to spin the younger man around as the mechanic’s other hand dropped the SLP, balled into a fist, and as the carpenter’s somewhat surprised eyes met with his, launched with furious quickness… “I’ve had it with your s#!^, Alaster! How about you sit down and shut your g**damn mouth just once!” The force of the punch as it landed, dead center in his face, closed Alaster’s wide eyes for a second and staggered him backwards. “What the f*** is wrong with you, anyway?!”
Murph was glad he dropped the shotgun, at that moment, because, had he not, he very well might have shot the kid as opposed to just punching him in the face. He wanted, more than anything to read Alaster the riot act for all of the random, back-and-forth, knucklehead crap the kid had said and done since they’d left O’Brian’s basement… wanted to let him know that here and now was where it stopped, or, by God, Murph would kill the boy before this city-full of shrieking freaks got to him… but, in his mind (and possibly from somewhere even closer), Murph heard those unearthly wails, saw those flashes of movement that had come close to being the death of them all more than once, already, and, in the periphery of his vision, saw Amber still slashing madly away at the knight… so, he abandoned the ass-whipping he was about to hand the unbalanced carpenter and turned his attentions to the hysterical woman…
“Amber!” He wasn’t gentle when he called her name this time… gentle wasn’t going to crack the manic frenzy that had fallen over her… and the tone of his voice was bolstered by his bearing and the determined look in his eyes when he interposed himself (possibly stupidly) between her and the sword-wielding man… “Amber! Stop!”
((OOC: Okay… ummmm… I guess that’s as far as I dare go for now. Murph will do his best to intercept Amber’s next swing of the axe (preferably when she’s drawing back to swing again as opposed to when it’s on the “business stroke”) and continue to try and get past her hysteria by talking to her as he does (“C’mon, Amber… this guy’s trying to help!”, “That’s not, Joshua…”, “Baby, please!”, that sort of thing)… If that doesn’t work… well, much as Murph and I both would hate to do it, Amber’ll get slapped back to reality herself… or knocked smooth out and slung over a shoulder if that’s what it takes… No time to play around about this as far as Murph’s concerned and, quite frankly, he’s sick and tired of the way things have been going. *nods* You want ruthless and detached? There’s the start…  ))
Posted on 2010-09-27 at 17:47:02.
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