The Party (Turn 3 and End) [Soon to be Remastered!!!]

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The stage is all set

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The bartender's ready

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The food court is stocked while a newly introduced couple shares a drink

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These two get loose to some hip hop, while a couple of cosplayers chat it up in the back

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The gardens been manicured as a sentry gun stands by

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This cyclops has had a bad week...but nothing some loud, live music can't fix...

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Damn right he's ready!

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The bots and Boaris keep a weary eye out

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And of course the command team is good to go. The hawk-eyed sniper ever alert for danger...

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And what's this? An area covered in fog of war? What could be in there? No matter because everything's going without a hitch so far...

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...then the sqealch of a bullhorn pierces the hip hop sounds and stops the conversations

??? "This is Agent Massive Prick of the Universal Police Force! This unsanctioned event is in direct violation of new universal ordinances, and is to cease immediately!!! You will then surrender all your weapons and subject your nether regions to search for contraband!! Failure to comply will get you stiff fines and a record that won't allow you to ever work in a bank or fine dining establishment! You have five seconds to come out in an orderly fashion!"

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Then the laughter began

Agent Prick: "Oh you think this is funny huh?

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Agent Prick: "Fuck their miranda rights! Time to make our resisting arrest quota!"
Cops: "Yessir!"

Faction Discovered!
Universal Police Force

During the unparalleled chaos of Ragnablok several planetary police districts decided to unite and militarize, all in the name of oppression and tax money. This new brand of cop consumes massive amounts of donuts and coffee while giving you tickets for wearing white after Labor Day, jaywalking, or enjoying a picnic in a park. This particular group is made up of 3 heavies (1 with a rocket launcher) 4 officers and Agent Prick as the hero. "By the book squeaky clean but secretly dirty" G-man archetype. Due to their super oppressive nature since forming the cops get +2 to all rolls!

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??? "Yo, bro I'm totally nose-hounding those eats and drinks, dawg!"

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??? "For sure, broski! The tatas on some of those taters in there are super swaggy! Be a shame to lose our invitation in the mail like that, time to do some keg stands, fam! I totally need the street cred on my InstaBookSpaceGramFaceTweet!"

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??? together: "Here for the dranks but we'll stay for the skanks! DudeHouse!!"

Faction Discovered!
Smug Bastards

The Smug Bastards are a menace to any party, get together, event or fiesta. They will consume all the food, drink all the booze, puke in your swimming pool all while hitting on your girlfriend/sister/mother with their tales of super parties at spring breaks and wild winter bashes nobody cares to hear. They always start a fight with a kid in a wheelchair or a senior citizen and make absolutely sure your toilet is clogged before they ever leave. These two are both unarmed heroes with the "Super Jock Douchebag" archetype

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Director Lena: "Okay people, here they come! You have your orders!"
Blacktronians: "You're the boss, Lady!"

Faction
Blacktronia Confederation

Blacktronia is some 1.8 billion light years from (Nehellenium) in a vast universal system with several thousand habitable planets. These particular Blacktronians were sent to this universe by something they call "The Pulse", a rend in the space time continuum that occurs at random within their universe and sucks ships, planets and entire galaxies into its grasp...only to spit them back out in various locations across several different universes and dimensions. This particular group of Blacktronians is led by Director Magda Lena, defacto faction leader, and "Super Genius Technology Wizard" archetype. Today she's joined by 2 common CombatBots, a sniper, 2 sentry guns, and 2 heavies (1 with grenade launcher). Captain Jon Athon is a hero character with "I like my guns big as fuck!" archetype.

Overwatch

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And so welcome to "The Party". As the end of another Rekonstruktion comes hurtling to a close with the lingering effects of Ragnablok heavy on the air, one minifig decided to end his little corner of the universe with a bang: he's managed to stage a concert with the massively popular band Building 4 Destruktion! This particular battle was played been myself and a friend online...partly as a test bed for me to test and streamline some features of games I run and mostly just for the sheer fun of it. I'm hoping to get this up right away as time demands and hopefully someday soon run an actual forum battle...in the meantime have this battle report!

Objectives

- Building 4 Destruktion will appear at the end of turn 2, no matter the status of the battlefield
- Guests are invincible and half ass oblivious to the world around them, happily drinking booze and mingling as if nothing's happening all in anticipation of the bands arrival, they can't be killed but can be interacted with.
- U.P.F: shut the party down by any means necessary! Property damage, planting evidence, and thousand round shootouts are all legal where law breakers are involved.
- Smug Bastards: Cause the most annoyances possible! Slamming down all the drinks, food fights, pissing on the hedges, and talking louder than the music are all good examples of complete asshattery.
- Blacktronia Confederation: keep the Party going strong!
- Secret Faction is unlocked by the rule of randomness...either by coin flip, card draw or whenever I feel like conditions have been met. Or I remember they exist...whichever comes first.

Field Hazard

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Timmy the Punk Rock Combat Medic!

As if Timmy wasn't psyched enough to see a Building 4 Destruktion concert, he's taken it upon himself to drink about 14 Buzz colas and is now completely amped out of his head! Because of these facts Timmy will randomly teleport around the map every other turn, reviving one dead unit at random. If there are no dead units when this hazard procs he will slam down more Buzz cola, and headbang to the music in his head.

Turn 1

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The U.P.F moves out having won initiative

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This cop unloads on a 'Bot, crap rolls means he hits nothing but air and probably misses that too

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A flubbed sprint roll leads to a trip
Agent Prick: "Fucking rookies..."

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This officer doesn't fire a warning shot...

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...and takes a 'Bot down!

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A point blank shotgun blast takes a structure point of this sentry gun

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The Smug Bastards move up but are far out of range for much else

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On Blacktronia's first turn the sentry gun lays down some arc fire

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It misses everybody but the tripped cop, cutting her down

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The second sentry gun fires at the Bastards, but only manages to stir the wind around them
Blonde Bastard: "Yo bro, watch the 'do!"

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Captain Athon steps around from the hedges and fires...but his gun jams after a few missed rounds are fired

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The other 'Bot shoots at a cop but fails to hit him

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Sniper takes aim...
*Blam!*

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*Spurrrkk!*

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Officer down!

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The others move up and prepare response fire.


Overwatch
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*End Turn 1*

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Turn 2

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A banging initiative roll has the Bastards on the move!
Blonde Bastard: "Yo dawg, remember that track and field meet with the giant jubblied cheerleaders?"
Helmeted Bastard: "Hell yeah, kid! Let's go for the gold!"

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Blondie takes a running leap...
Blonde Bastard: "World record, bitches!!"

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Bartender: "...da fuq?.."

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*Bobby Boucher tackle*
Bartender: "Gahh!!"

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*Booofff*

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Blonde Bastard: "Now that's some maximum distance, dawg!"

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Helmeted Bastard: "Fuck ya, fam! Time to bring some weight!"

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*Rrrriiiipppp*
Helmeted Bastard: "Service!"

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*Booomm!!*
Helmeted Bastard: "Now that's what I call popping wood!"

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Blonde Bastard: "Sick, bro! Definitely deserve a cold one for that!"
Helmeted Bastard: "Hit me bro!"

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*Crack* *ChugChugChug!"
Together: "DudeHouse!!!"

Heroic Feats successful!!
The Smug Bastards have taken the bar!!

And now its time for one of the strangest exchanges ever...

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The missile cop takes aim...

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*Fwoosshhh*

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Renna: "Oh no you don't!"
Renna uses her saved action to bork the missiles guidance system, the roll barely succeeds...

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....which causes the missile to jet up at a 90 degree angle...

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...the heavy machine gunner attempts to shoot it mid air, but misses...

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...simultaneously the heavy with the grenade launcher fires at a target...

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Agent Prick: " I don't think so, punk!"

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He then uses a Maytricks bullet time maneuver that's successful...

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...the missile falls back to the ground at the exact same time the ricocheted RT grenade (Agent Prick attempted to deflect it towards the heavy but couldn't get the rolls to land) strikes...then all hell breaks loose from a combined 5" blast radius...

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...the already damaged sentry gun is blown sky high...

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...the machine gun heavy dies instantly...

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...the archway destroyed...

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...Boaris is upended...

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...the Grenade launcher heavy is saved by his armor, but knocked back and disrupted...

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...the heavy machine gunner cop is killed...

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...though the heavy shotgun officer survives but she's disrupted...

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...as well as the missile cop that started the entire series of events to begin with...a hell of a thing to happen. Now back to our normally scheduled battle.

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This cop survives the carnage and fires at Captain Athon...

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...and manages to land some hits!
Captain Athon: "Oh you dirty sonofa..."

Captain Athon (2/3 hp remain)

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The last cop sizes up the final CombatBot...

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And the bots taken offline! And this ends the U.P.F's bizarre turn.

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Blacktronia's turn begins with Captain Athon opening up on the cop who shot him

*Ratattat*

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*BoomHeadshot!*

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Shucks. And he was only two days til retirement...

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Director Lena: "Take those frat boys out before they cause anymore trouble!"
Sniper: "Roger that, boss lady!"

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Sniper: "Shit! They're out of range..."

....and with that the lights go out...

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The darkness is all encompassing...

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...yet a sudden spotlight shines down from the ether.

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Suddenly the stage is alight in flame as a deep melodic metal beat begins, the source of the sound a mystery as it flows from seemingly nowhere carried on what could only be 33 1/2 foot tall speakers but none are to be seen

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And Building 4 Destruktion appears as the lights come back on!

Cyn Ful: "ello loves...."

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Tom Switchback, mystically able to play both lead guitar and bass as if he had six arms and 30 fingers. The oldest member of the band and a legend far and wide. His disregard for hotel room upkeep and flagrant civil disobedience are as well known as his playing.

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Dom "The Demigod of Drummers". Once in a high school marching band he found his true calling after a night out and a bad pizza topped with magic mushrooms. Once he regained his composure in a far off monastery he learned that he was possibly the greatest drummer to ever live. His 10 minute solos are worth the price of admission.

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And Cyn Ful, frontwoman extraordinaire. Her origins have become something of a modern folktale but her demonically angelic voice speaks for itself. Some say to hear a song by Cyn is enough to warp reality, while others say if you capture a lyric in a jar and shoot it into space you can make stars cry and gold bars appear from a common box of crackers. No matter the case, you better strap in! Because a concert with Cyn will bury your soul in bacon and everyone loves bacon!

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And they kick in to high gear with their hit "Bus Routes Don't End Unless I Tell Them Too". A high-powered cacophony about public transportation or the sometimes lack thereof.

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Timmy: "Yyyyyeeeeeaaaahhhh....everybody's got to see this!"

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Timmy: "...wait...that one has to see too..."

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Timmy: "Rise! Rise little sister and behold! BEHOLD DAMN YOU!!!"

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Cop: "...uugghh. What happened?"

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Timmy: "Yes another to behold!"
Cop: "I don't feel so hot..."

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Timmy: "Sister bear witness!"
Cop: "Dude, get the hell away from me ya weirdo! Where's my gun?..."

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Cop: "Aha! Come to momma!"

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Cop: "...you're under arrest for practicing resurrections without a licen-- hey, where'd he go?

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Agent Prick: "Welcome back, rookie. If you're done being lazy perhaps we can finish this..."
Cop: "Yessir"

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Agent Prick: "Form up! Let's get this done!"

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Before the U.P.F can make a move the world rumbles and alarms sound on the command console.

Denna: "...whoa...what the? Boss lady we got a problem.
Director Lena: "What now? We got a space circus full of killer clowns coming in?"
Denna: "No. I don't know what just happened but I've lost contact with everything! Citadel City, all the beacons, all of it! It's as if everything just ceased to exist."
Director Lena: "Impossible. If the universe just ended then where are we?"
Denna: "According to this in the same place only not the same place. Like we're in some kind of void space."
Director Lena: "That sounds ominous..."
Denna: "We got localized energy spikes! Something's happening."

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The fog of war disperses as a dark clad figure emerges from a crypt.

???: "Finally after 10,000 seconds in the cold dark of Stor-Age, I am free!!!"

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Director Lena: "Shit. Denna figure out what's going on"
Denna: "On it Director"
Director Lena: "Did you know you about the crypt this whole time?

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As if summoned The Partythrower and his assistant appear

The Partythrower: "No, but in my defense we spend little time on the eastside of the house. It kind of creeps us out."
Director Lena: "Swell..."

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???: "Now you living shall know the dire touch of the damned! I will remake this universe in my image!"
Director Lena: "Guess the jokes on him..."

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Agent Prick: "These are no common law breakers. No, this is much worse..."

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Agent Prick: "...they're terrorists...Take them all down!"

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Blonde Bastard: "Yo, bro if anyone's going to harsh the mellow its gonna be us"
Helmeted Bastard: "Damn right fam, nobody misses up a Dudehouse party krash! Let's can this joker!"
Together: "Dudehouse!!"

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Director Lena: "Alright that guy might be a problem. Everybody is cleared to engage! The new threat is priority one!"
Blacktronians: "Roger that!"

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???: "Why you insignificant pissants!! I will rend the flesh from your bones! Your souls will be mine for the taking!"
Director Lena: "What a drama queen..."
???: "How dare you! Now you shall pay dearly!"

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???: "Come forth my servants! Kill everything living and bring me their heads!"
Mummies: "Rawwrrggghhh!"

Faction Discovered!
Space Necromancer

Few fiends are as relentless as Space Undead. These cosmic horrors can appear near anywhere at the worst of times. This group consists of 3 mummies
and a space necromancer hero. What their abilities are is anyone's guess, as few live to tell the story.

Overwatch

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End Turn 2

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Turn 3 and End
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The U.P.F. gets initiative once more and move up

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The two disrupted cops get back in the action

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The shotgun heavy moves up with the main group as the missile cop reloads. And....

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U.P.F combined; "FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

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Captain Athon: "...shit!"

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Director Lena: "Definitely not good!". The U.P.F. holds their actions and Captain Athon at gunpoint, as they end their turn

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Building 4 Destruktion rocks on as their set continues, coming to a melodic ditty and one of their more popular songs
"I Found True Love in an Old Carton of Chinese I Found in a Graveyard" a true testament to Cyn's unreal vocal range. Which is highly appropriate as...

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Space Necro: "Go minions, peel their ABS flesh and bring it to me!!".

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Mummies: "Rraawwwarrrgghh!". The Necros forces charge.

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Mummies: "Ffflleesshhh!"
Chef: "Gahh!"

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Bartender: "Wah happen.."

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Mummy: "Ffffeeeeddd!"
Bartender: "WhattheBrikhell!"

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The Partythrower: "Wait a minute. Are these undead asshats attacking my staff?"
Assistant Qristlyle: "It certainly seems that way"
The Partythrower: "I knew I should've cast the protection spell I used on the guests for them too..oh well, my bad. Learn something new everyday."

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The Partythrower: "Nevertheless, good help is hard to find. Qris if you'd be so kind."
Assistant Qristyle: "It'd be my pleasure."
The Partythrower: "Director, while I wouldn't normally bother I believe an alliance might be in accord. We can't offer to much in the ways of cash or troops, but we do have a few tricks up our sleeves...if you'll have us of course. Somethings off about this whole thing."

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Director Lena: "Happily. I'm thinking we might need all the help we can get."

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Faction Discovered!
Partythrower Outfitters of the Trans-Universal
[ReKonvergenceReDaction!!!Error013UnknownVariable!NehelliumDeFunctoReSorurceLoSS!SEeAdmin2292!REKONstruKtiONVERSion01012020ENdTRANsmit//]

The Partythrower: "I agree on that point. Go for it Qris!"
Assistant Qristyle: "Icesero!"

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A spike of ultra frozen ice rips a Mummy to pieces

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Revenge is quick to be dished out by the undead, as the chef heroically stabs one in the face with his BBQ fork.

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Its too little, too late as the Chef is ripped in half
The Partythrower: "Dammit! Who's going to make our weekly Quiche now?"

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Boaris: "That was big truck..."
The Partythrower: "Hey soon-to-be-ex-head of security, mind earning your pay before everybodys undead chow?"
Boaris: "Jah!"

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Boaris: "Perhaps I start with you!"
Agent Prick: "Back off big man, or you'll be pulling hard time on a mining asteroid! Oh who am I kidding, you'll be serving that sentence soon enough"
Boaris: "Catch on rebound little cop..."

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Boaris takes off...

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...and turns a mummys head into a fine mist. Im sure that will earn him a free round from the bartender.

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Sniper: "...fuck it, lets roll on it."

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Blam!

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Splurt!

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(Feat Successful)
And with that the last mummy goes down
Necro: "Impossible!"

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Necro: "Worthless revenants! Taste true power petty fools!!" He begins a dark evocation

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Necro: "What is this? I have no such powers!" His feat is successful. No critically successful. No heroically successful. The quickly constructed, shitty doorway in front of him is something hes never seen before, but he can feel something has gone terribly amiss.

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From it emerge three creatures
Necro: "What manner of fiends are you?"

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???: "Friends. New friends for new master."

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Necro: "New master?...I have never had the ability to summon your kind, whatever you are."
???: "New rules. New factions. Horsemen locked by Blueman. Thulu dormant. We free. They free. You free new master."
Necro: "I will have to look more into what you say, but I can feel that the flow of death is disturbed. Very well 'friend' destroy these upstart mortals"
???: "As new master wish. We serve."

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Before they can advance, the biggest of them lets out a deep guttural roar

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Small ???: 'Problem is?"
Large ???: "Smell Sigfig!"
Small ???; "Which? We kill."
Large ???: "Don't know. Shifty winds."
Small ???: "No not target, bad. New Master weak from slumber. We take to cold place."
Necro: "What is the hold up? Do as I command!"

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Small ???: "New Master. Now not time. Dangerous enemy here."
Necro: "Nonsense! I fear none of these fools."

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Small ???: "Things out of flux. Universe shatter. Dimensions broken. Free us. Imprison others. Come, you must see."
Necro: "I will come no place! If you serve as you say destroy these mortals!"
Small ???: "Not all is as looks. Sigfig here. New Master too weak to kill sigfig. But we can show you new power. Come."
Necro: ".....as you say then. I do not trust you fiends, but show me this power you possess. If this is some trick!"
Small ???: "No trick. No fool. We show."
Necro: "So be it!"

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Necro: "Fortune finds you today mortals, as your pitiful lives go on for now! We shall meet again, then I shall have my revenge!!"
His new friends growl out their approval

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And with that they vanish in a ball of flame.
Director Lena: "I don't think I run into him again. At least not yet..."

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Blacktronias turn starts out dire.

Captain Athon: "So uhh...looks like the emo dead guy took off and theres only a couple of college kids left, and I'm sure you have a kindergarten class somewhere to groom so lets all call it a day, huh. Whatdya say?"
Agent Prick: "If you so much as breath the wrong way we're going to blow holes all through you! Now lose the hardware, pretty boy! Now!"
Captain Athon: "...double shit"

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Captain Athon: "Alright, alright. Well now that you got me I guess we'll be headed on down to the courthouse or I'll phone my lawyer or plead the fifth or something. I require three 20 minute walks a down, a steak once a week mandatory, and a cold brew after a long day at the office. Oh and bubble baths. Lots and lots of bubble baths."

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Agent Prick: "The only thing you're getting is 37 years of hard labor, ice cold gruel, and a inmate number, scumbag!"
*Bzzt*
Agent Prick: "Punks like you make me sick, think your above the arms of justice...but justice has long ar--"
*Bzzt*

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Agent Prick: "--ms. So say goodbye to everything but the deep cold space of Meteor One and the cell you'll soon call ho---"
*Bzzt*
Agent Prick: "By Our Creator, rookie, answer the damn communicater!"
Rookie cop: "Oh sorry sir"

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Rookie: "This is Action Group Homewrecker, we copy."
Com: "Homewrecker is to await pickup and transport to coordinates for 'Operation Commandant Lassard', over"

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Rookie: "Negative Com, outstanding subjects still at large, one in custody!"
Com: "I say again Homewrecker is to await pickup and transport to aforementioned coordinates! This comes down from the top brass! Extraction in tee minus sixty, over!"
Rookie: "Homewrecker confirms, extract in sixty."
Com: "Bring all arrests to main litigation. Com confirms Homewrecker copy. Com over and out."

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Rookie: "Sir extract in 60."
Agent Prick: "I heard rookie, time to get off this shithole people extract inbound."
Cops: "Yessir!"

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Director Lena: "Tee minus 60...oh shit, Denna get me down there!"
Denna: "Right, transporting now"


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Agent Prick: "I've heard that rats on the Meteor only eat your legs so you still have your arms for breaking stones. But you'll find out soon enough, lawbreaker."
Captain Athon: "You're a regular ray of sunshine..."

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Director Lena: "Wait!! I'm unarmed. Look lets make a deal. No need for this to go any further!"
Agent Prick: "Well well the terrorist leader herself. And with a bargain nonetheless."

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Director Lena: "So what are the terms here? Money, guns, that stick surgically removed from your ass? Whats it going to take here for all of us to go about our business?"
Agent Prick: "Well damn, that stick removal thing sounds tempting..."

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Agent Prick: "But I think I'll pass. You just don't get it do you? Let me spell it out for you. There will be no deals! Scumbags have run the universe for far too long, and their time is over. Imagine all the possible creators, now imagine if each one had only one cop. How many would that be? Hundreds? Thousands? Itd be an army to end all armies and I can't fathom why it hasn't been done before. But its happening now. The upcoming Rekonstruktion is soon enough and then we'll lock all of you pathetic wastes of glorious ABS up and throw away the key. You'll work as slaves to build new prisons and U.P.F. infrastructure while we collect the taxes from having you imprisoned in the first place. We'll be the most rich and powerful group to ever live in the Brikverse and we'll rule the law abiding with an iron fist! Weapons will be surrendered, rights compromised, and the system of balance will swing back to where it should have always been...with those upholding Justice!"
Director Lena: "And I suppose you expect the universe to just roll over for you?"
Agent Prick: "If it won't it will be grinded down to dust and blown to the four corners of the cosmos. Hell its already started elsewhere and thats where we're heading next"
*Tee minus 10*
Agent Prick: "Seems our rides here..."

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Director Lena: "Wait! Noooooo!"

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Agent Prick: "Don't worry yourself. We'll be back soon enough to lock up the rest of you criminal scum and bring Justice back to a universe gone mad..."
*Tee minus 3*
Agent Prick: "We'll catch you later. Please resist arrest. Bwahahaha!"

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Captain Athon: "Don't worry about me boss lady, these law dogs bark is worse then their bite! You just bring the thunder, Magda..."
*Tee minus 1*

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Director Lena: "They're gone...dammit..."

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Blonde Bastard: "Whoa...that guys a major buzzkill dawg."

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Helmeted Bastard: "No doubt famalam. And all that fire and brimstone about locking people up and making them slaves ain't cool at all."

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Blonde Bastard: "Look babe, we're totally sorry about trying to ruin your bash. Was a dick move on our part, sis."
Helmeted Bastard: "Yea...and supercop taking your boy was the dickest move ever. You got our respect, fam."

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Blonde Bastard: "We'll totally pour out a little liquor for all those bros that are being held down"
Helmeted Bastard: "No doubt, broseph!"

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Helmeted Bastard: "Look homechick, if you ever are around the campus of Juiced U, and hit the Dudehouse dorms, feel free to shoot us a text. My names Bullet, and this is my boy, Spud!"
Spud: "Pleased to meet and greet ya!"
Director Lena: "Thanks fellas...I appreciate it, wish we could have met under better circumstances. I promise that one day Ill buy you boys a round."
Bullet: "Sweet deal, but we're totally holding ya to it!"
Spud: "Fer shure"
Director Lena: "It's a date"
Spud and Bullet: "Sweet!"

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Spud: "We should head back, dude. The boys don't know about these new cops and how hard nosed they are. We should let 'em know."
Bullet: "Thats the business dawg, remember where to find us."
Director Lena: "I will. Behave yourselves."
Spud: "Ha, no way. Well we're outtie sweet thing, catch you on the flipside hot stuff!"
Bullet: "Deuces, fam!"
Together: "Dudehouse!!!"

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And the Smug Bastards are on their way in a blink

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Cyn Ful: "Thank you lovlies! We had a blast playing for you beautiful figs tonight! Rememeber to check out our new album and definitely catch us on tour this next Rekonstruktion. We miss you already babies!!"
Building 4 Desruktion is wrapping things up.
Director Lena: "...and I missed the concert too? What a shitty night..."
The P.A.'s sqealch their last as the band departs

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Director Lena: "Great. Space Undead, a militant army of cops and Jon got taken...what do we do?"
She sits down next to the hedges and contemplates for a few seconds
Director Lena: "Hang in there Captain! If these Universal Police want a war, they definitely got one! Time to bring the noise and show what the true Blacktronian Confederation is all about! Time for a fight!"

End "The Party"...