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[–] draw-new-lines ago 

Roll me in.

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[–] Grifter42 [S] ago 

You roll a fourteen. You are one of the Reverend's enforcers, trusted, and armed.

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[–] draw-new-lines ago 

I am headed south-southeast, hugging the edge of the woods on my way to the trucks.

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[–] hats_ ago 

/roll

17, 17

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[–] jerry 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

T-ROLL

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[–] 0011011000111001 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

ROLL THE DICE BABY!

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[–] Grifter42 [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

You roll a twelve. You're an investigatory photographer, seeking the story of a life-time on the Heavenly Temple of The Living God's reclusive leader. You have been given an exclusive interview.

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[–] 0011011000111001 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

begins the interview with the leader

Roll!

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[–] WaterT 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Sure why not roll

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[–] Anoxim 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

Using a D20 right?

8 for race 17 for inventory. What do I get?

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[–] Grifter42 [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

You're a recovering heroin addict who was saved by Father Jones. You are now his personal doctor. You owe him your life, and your soul.

Your inventory consists of virtually every drug in existence. Father Jones is very well stocked.

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[–] Anoxim 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

I head north

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[–] Rellik88 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Roll

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[–] Grifter42 [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

You roll a thirteen. You are an inner-circle white member, well-fed, and a confidante of Father.

You check your watch. It's nearly time to head to the pavilon. You help unload the trucks of their supplies of food and weaponry and chemicals into the compound, in preparation for the Congressman's visit in a week.

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[–] Whitworth 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

Sure. Roll me up some goodies.

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[–] Grifter42 [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

You roll a natural twenty. You are Father, and are out for a walk, while your recorded sermon plays overhead on the P.A system.

You pop an amphetamine pill, and a barbiturate, and remember that you had a speech to give at the Pavilon. You check the chambers of your gun, a .357 Magnum. You remember about the traitorous devils who tried to take your children and run in the night.

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[–] Whitworth 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

I holster the pistol and proceed to pavilion to deliver the speech. Pop another amphetamine for good luck.

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