Scene II: Horsehead Ranch

[Stormbringer]

I renew my vendetta against clowns with additional rage.

SLICK: 11 + 1 = 12

D6 = 6 on the first roll, 2 on the second

D4 = 4

Because you rolled a 6 on the revolver, you get to roll that d6 again! And add the result on top.

[Wrathbone]

That's... literally what I did. I got a 2 on the second roll.

[Stormbringer]

Ah, sorry! I read your post too quickly.

You just killed the last two Clowns!

[Mantis]

Well that escalated quickly. A 12 would have been a KO while a 4 is just straight up dead? Brutal.

Well, you roll on a d20 on the Death Check table, and subtract the damage you've gone below 0 HP from your roll. So, your HP is 1 and you got hit for 5 damage, meaning you're at -4 HP.

Your roll of 12 was thus an 8 (in the KO zone) and your roll of 4 was a 0, which means dead.

IF YOU LIKE, we can say that instead of rolling a Death Check, you lost your hat again to take no damage...or you can roll up a new character on the generator!

Nah, I rolled poorly and the dice are the law. I'll roll up a new character when the party gets back to town.

Roach had absolutely terrible stats anyway so it's not a great loss!

[Sly Boots]

A faint "tee hee hee" can be heard from outside once the gunfire subsides...

[Stormbringer]

Cumflutter and Cadaver Kid are standing in a shot up bar, gun-smoke billowing across the room, the air reeking with cordite, booze and blood.

Four dead Clowns lie strewn about the place, and poor Roach lies at their feet, his face bashed in.

[Wrathbone]

I'll call out "DOC! Find yer marbles, we got a man down!"

Then I'll slap Roach a few times and shake him violently by the lapels, in lieu of any medical expertise.

[Sly Boots]

Doc will race into the room flustered, spot the downed man and immediately start chest compressions... on his stomach.

[Sly Boots]

"Poor Parcheval," he sighs eventually.

"Dead of a heart attack," he adds, taking in his companion's stoved-in cranium.

[Stormbringer]

"Poor Parcheval," he sighs eventually.

"Dead of a heart attack," he adds, taking in his companion's stoved-in cranium.

Doc was always top of his class in medical school. So he told his patients.

[Sly Boots]

"Poor Parcheval," he sighs eventually.

"Dead of a heart attack," he adds, taking in his companion's stoved-in cranium.

Doc was always top of his class in medical school. So he told his patients.

I'm imagining Doc as a Wild West version of Dr Nick from the Simpsons

"Howdy, everybody!"

[Animalmother]

I'm imagining the Doc pressing down on the stomach of a dead man and the results of that...

[Sly Boots]

"Did young Parcheval always smell this heinous?" Doc wonders...

[Animalmother]

"Unfortunately he did. We can bury him after we clear the rest of this infernal place. Or we can give him a Viking funeral and burn the whole place down."

[Wrathbone]

I'd like to swap my d4 mini-pistol for Roach's revolver. It's what he would have wanted.

Can we take stock of the room - as in, are there any corpses that look Loudmouthy? Any scraps of paper with numbers written on them?