Walking Da Streets of Hoplessness....

[Hayabusa]

Thetic doesn't slow down much upon entering the store. He begins to walk through the aisle and looking for the few electronic parts they need for the explosive device.

"Hey, do you have some credit cards here as well?" The doctor in his latex coat shouts from the back. "Even if they're not useable or anything. I feel kinda naked without them." There's the noise of small metal pieces being tossed on the ground. "I guess we can make payment by installments, right? I mean it's not like we're going to leave this dump anytime soon anyway." Thetic looks for a way to pay almost nothing even if the have the cash or someone else pays for it. That's how he always does this even back when he was rich as hell. And if someone didn't find tax evasion as funny as him he would not have ended up on HoL at all.

[MadVlat]

A heavy scowl forms on the son of Satan's face as the robot drools across its logic circuits. "Bah! Your useless. Chauncey sic em!", Atlas roars as he releases the mimes leash for the first time...

[jigglypuff69]

Roll

Initiative- Chauncey has surprise!

Intent- Chauncey wants to gang rape the circuits out of the clerk. Clerk has no idea it's coming .

Attack- Chauncey: 4+6+4 (Reall Not Far Range)+4(Surprise!!!)+4 (Feets)+2 (Psycho Bruce Lee Shit)= 32-2 (Clerk's Feets)= 30 Unbelieveably Successful! +2d6 to Anguish Factor

Damage- HtH A/D= Meat/2+2d6=5+1+4= 10/2- Target's Total Armor (3)= 7/2
d6 for Intensity= 2 Cross Reference a 7 and 2 and you get x2 damage! 4 Wounds! Stingfest -0 Modifier to rolls!

Next round- Inits: Chauncey 9, Clerk 6

Atlas simply unhooks Chauncey's leash, breaking one of the only two laws that HoL has. He let loose the mimes of war...

Chauncey launches himself at the robot clerk, kickingand tearing at the poor mechanical store-based helper. All the years of being beaten by someone with a rolled newpaper that has a lead ingot inside has taken a huge psychological toll on the mime. Mention of the potty training has brought it all back to the surface and the Fench ninja-clown takes it out on his mechanical ass with a vengence. Like a rabid bi-chromatic wolverine, Chauncey kicks the robot cleark around, black oil dripping off his brusied knuckles.

Chauncey is waiting to act again with his master's approval...

[MadVlat]

A broad smile creases Atlas's reddened face, "Good boy, beat the sarcastic rust bucket". There is no doubt of the son of Satan's intention as he begins to put the action to music, his lips pucker as he begins whistling the theme to Baretta and grabbing a snack cake from a nearby shelf...

[Hayabusa]

"I guess that means we do not even have to worry about any kinds of payment, eh?" Thetic replies, looking through the assortment of batteries, wondering if they really work if that place is a rip-off, selling crap to the masses.

[jigglypuff69]

Roll

No need to keep rolling, even a Mime can beat the robotic clerk.

Chauncey takes off after the robotic clerk, earing random pieces off it and beating the clerk with it's own spare parts. As the two go running off a random isle, the action can easily be followed by the commotion alone, letting Atlas know where his dear pet is.

And that leaves the three of you alone in the store! Free to grab whatever parts you need! Tommy looks around and all three of his heads grin, at the least the three heads that can. "Damn, it's just like that time at the girl scout camp! Lot's of little tings to pla with and nobody around to tell you no! Ya... littles..., Pretty littles....", his Dickheads echo.

[MadVlat]

"Well fill up the carts boys its Christmas and I don't know about you but this feels liberating", Atlas croaks with an almost childlike glee. "And as for you...", he utters as he reaches for a partially opened box of little Debbie oatmeal pies; "You'll do just nicely"...

[jigglypuff69]

Tommy and his two heads look around at the shelves full of junk and parts. He picks up a doll off one of the shelves, the star across her one eye and the blonde hair give her up as a rocker. "Jem... Truly outrageous..", the two heads spit out softly. "Oi cuz, so what are we looking for?", Tommy asks, tossing the doll back on the shelf. "What kind of plans do you have for this little shindig?"

[Hayabusa]

"Great," Thetic shouts. And after he collects all of the electronic parts and additional parts in case some if it useless crap. After that be gebins to pack a couple cases of hydrofluoric acid. Just in case. After filling up the cart he goes to the counter and looks over it and down onto the robot and mime.

[MadVlat]

"Atlas reemerges from behind a set of shelves with a battered shopping cart filled beyond capacity with food and ammo. His gleaming white teeth beaming through a malicious smile. He stops and whistles a shrill gust of air, "Come here Chauncy. Come on boy". He approaches the counter with a leash in one hand, the other pushing the rickety cart; the jager stick laid across the top. "Did you find everything your going to need for the detonators?"...