I think we need some strategy from a military man. What say you, Major? @peregrinus_bis
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Haha! Now that - that old chaps is the Bloody Stuff! Better than a 20 year old Glenmorangie served on a frigid Glaswegian night, curried chips and all! Last time saw me trotting off with an entertainer, soon warmed up, eh? More of that later. Ha!
Now, ah, Iāll need a little prompting, got a bit dozy there - advancing age, receding hair, better aim than ever, still donāt walk with a stick, actually bloody lean and tiger-like, if youād all be so kind as to agree.
In the meantime - shoot! Letās shoot, move, manoeuvre, duck, dive, parry, dodge, and above all - advance, shooting, couple of flashbangs, a lashing or two, knock over some walls, and Iām sure the whole party will be confetti and bloody jellied pleasures!
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Iād actually got to thinking it was envy, yāknow.
Pinkyās grandson.
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Toecutter, did you even remember the last part of our little conversation?
Hunting season is on, and youāre it.
If it was up to me, and it sure as hell isnāt, Iād suggest that we create a feint, a diversion, a ruckus, if you will, to let those little bastards get in behind and up tight against Toecutter and let them slice off the olā Achilles tendon, as small children are wont to do.
I might also suggest that a small, fast, well armored bugger circle off at some point and come in hard against olā Maxie when heās paying a little less attention to his flank, maybe at the same time some younginās get their strikes in.
And maybe, just maybe, that Gorn might be caught flat footed when someoneās flamethrower goes up in a bang.
So, possibly break out into three groups:
Distraction
Max
Gorn
With the fourth group being the Lamplighters, who are already in motion and set to do their own thing. Be nice if we could coordinate with them.
I recall having a box of Lucky Starks kicking around, and this seems like the right time to find a cereal bowl, and I believe my armor and speed are still in decent shape with my 50 cals.
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@peregrinus_bis, Major, I seem to recall seeing an old sniper rifle in your trunk, is that thing still of any use?
Oiled and calibrated - wonāt make you fat - only .50 Cals in each delivery!
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~Clank: mood = infinity~
~The unWhole mechanic speaks on the secure channel of the TCB~
There is a thing that can be doneā¦
A forcefield can be turned inside outā¦
While I toiled in captivity, I re-learned secrets, secrets of confusion and misdirection.
I have enough scraps and spare parts to make one thing. A tool to sow chaos and discord among our enemies.
I can make an image inverter, a thing that will surround a driverās ride with a bubble, and in that bubble, every other driver will see his own ride.
If Fleetwood looks at that bubble, he will see the ride inside to be an image of himself. Not just a reflection, but a 3D rendering that will look to him to be an identical twin.
Likewise, if Toecutter looks at that bubble, he will see Toecutter.
If Cougar ( @Donald_Petersen ) looks at the bubble, she will see Cougar.
This is an old trick with a new twist.
This forcefield will provide zero protection against physical harm, it is only an illusion, but it is a flexible and powerful illusion.
How much confusion could be sown in their ranks by each of the foes suddenly seeing an image of himself attacking his fellows? When he gets on the TCB to assure his allies that the identical (to his eyes) image of him is not the real thing, and they should not shoot back at him, they will all wonder what doppleganger he is talking about, and they will all be more concerned with announcing that there is is an evil twin of themselves, and to please donāt shoot.
I will need to be towed into battle. All of my own power must go to running this illusory bubble, and I donāt know how long that can last.
When the bubble drops, or before, whatever driver has towed me into battle need only cut the tow cable and drive out of it, in the midst of the enemy.
To conquer unWholeness, you only have to be disassembled.
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I like the cut of your jib. Anyone in mind for the small, fast job? Iām up for it. Thereās nobody faster. Might be a short trip, though - but hey, canāt make an omelette without breaking eggsā¦
Bear in mind that Max is watching us, though. Itāll have to be a convincing diversion.
Might be if we could free that Gyrocopter captain, we could have ourselves some air support. Anybody feel lucky?
Hey, Bubba @bizmail_public, you wanna chip in? Any insight into Toecutterās thoughts?
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Well, the reason I was asking about the Majorās (@peregrinus_bis) sniper rifle is that if we know where that glint is, we can send a small distraction his way as well. We donāt have to hit him, only get him to duck down and spend a moment looking for a sniper so the real troublemaker can find their way to him.
I believe the term magicians used to use is āmisdirectionā Look at the waving right hand for a moment so the left can stab you in the face.
The real trick is going to be coordinating all this business. Clank (@davide405), any idea how far that bubble of yours will range? Might be nice if we could get some other fireworks to go off as well, just to really make things exciting.
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The bubble itself is quite small, I will be generating it, and it can only extend to cover the car that is towing me.
But anyone who sees it, from no matter how far, will see themselves. Again, not as if in a mirror, but as if they had somehow been cloned, and they were observing that clone.
And here Mum told me the sun had set on your bloody Empire! Saints preserve us!
A ha. A ha ha ha. All the swagger and stiff-upper-lip in the world canāt mask the tin balls that replace the ones that got shot off in Goose Green, Falklands, back when your sight was keenest and your hair fullest, Major. A real crack shot couldnāt fell me before my trigger finger melts your precious Porta-Loo here into a molten puddle the color of Saint Andrewās Cross, but youā¦ ha! See me point my flamethrower away from the Gen V, clutch my fully-armed-and-operational-battle-station in my left hand, and proffer two fingers in your direction, one each for Queen and Country. She can have the middle one.
Oh, see how he purples and blusters! Whilst he hoists rifle to shoulder in apoplectic rage, itās the work of a second or two to resume my slow burn of the precious outhouse. Learn your lesson well, Major. Perceive when you possess the high ground and upper handā¦ and when you do not.
āToe, whatās this āgood intentionsā sheās talkinā about?ā
āLong story, boss, donāt worry about it now.ā
āYou got sumpinā in mind you aināt told me about?ā
(Sigh.) āItās called misdirection, a ruse, a clever gambit.ā
āWe better be on the same page, here, Toe. I donāt like not knowing what you got in mind.ā
On the kids run, between the rocks and through tight squeezes, some toward where the Gorn watches the Kid, and a couple closer to the gate itself.
Melās eyes are keen. Saving throw: somebody post a small distraction in the next hour, or Mel will spot one of the kids.
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I have just the thing. Been working on this for a while on the sly. Watch this, Mel.
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Well, that certainly caught many an eye, including some behind the gate.
Iād say the throw was good.
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Need a tow Clank? That sounds like fun.
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Got your victory dance? - Oh, I got it right hereā¦ yeah!
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what hey -ho!
Okay ā Iām still fast, but Iām pretty beat up. I at least need a tire to get moving again.
and a plan. The dehydration out here is getting to me. I have NO IDEA what the hell is going on. Which is an odd feeling for me.
I we canāt find a tire, could someone loan me a motor cycle?
my state:
HP 28/46 -> 16/46 HP, 1 burst tire
SP 57, MV 89, LK 59
You encounter 39 caltrops and mines. Your excellent MV and LK allows you to dodge most of these, but you get caught up in an oil slick and lose 1 tire to a caltrop you canāt avoid, and suffer minor damage from mines (8 mines explode in your vicinity, for a total of 12 HP of damage) leaving you with 16/46 HP.
Good to be back, even if Iām completely confused.
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What a true pleasure to listen to a madman mimicking a soulless madman mimicking a soldier with an invented name pulled out of hats and rabbits arses.
A rare foin treat. Sumtin ta shar wid de lads on de Falls Road. Along wiā them two lovely fingers. Oiāll 'ave 'em, and more.
Not much you know about me there, is there? Iāve 'ad a little time to reflect, a tad of introspection, and a lot of it around the fine doctorās work in China. Tings come back to a man dispossessed. Discoveries. Memories.
And what a lot of foin blood there is in all that. Sparkling, ruby, red, blood.
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Like tears in rain.
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Clank: mood = infinity + 1
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Iāll take that tow, ready when you are.
The towing will surely cost you speed. When the confusion of the illusion stops making up for the speed drop, cut the tow cable!
Donāt hesitate to do it. Fleetwood ( @Donald_Petersen ) wonāt kill me; he still has plans for me. If one of his minions kills me against orders, Fleetwood will surely retaliate on the spot.
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