Mars Attacks........The resistance begins.

Nick....



You and your buddies gear up for the fight. Most taking plenty off ammo and knives (you don't change clothes?). You strap on the flame thrower which feels light because it is empty. Well your ready as you will ever be....

As you go through the door the old man tosses you a gun belt with magazines and a .45 in it. "Careful out there son." You here the door lock and security gate go down.

You walk out into the street and see the Martians' have taken over the building and killing the last of the security guards....Seems they were renforced. The don't seem to be bothering with you as they cut down flags on the roof.

The column coming down the street with three saucers hovering over the top of it is moving slowly. Damn lot of the green little bastards. Ever building 12 break off from the large group and go in a building. You ususally hear screams when you here gun shots in reply to death rays more run into the building but they keep marching.


You do see behind you a Super Donut next to a Fuel and Sip (gas station/coffee shop). Nearby police officers are rallied around the donut shop in their cruises blasting Martians.




OOC now your near where Katy is.....
 
Nick MacKenzie

Nick nods to the man as he straps on the gunbelt. He is not very comfortable with the gun, having always relied on his physical gifts in the past. But it would not hurt to be prepared. After letting out a tremendous beer burp, Nick thanks Mother in law Mangler for the change of cloths. He stows them in a waterproof canvas rucksack that he had slung over his other shoulder. He was just as comfortable in his wrestling outfit as with normal cloths. Plus he would now have a change of cloths if needed. Plus, he doubted if anyone had time enough to admire his snazzy wrestling trunks.

Nick noticed the gas station a few hundred yards down the road. He had to fill up the flamethrower, or it was just so much extra baggage at this point. His attention was diverted by the flashing red and blue lights in front of the Donut shop. Figures, the whole world is going straight to hell and the local cops are guarding a donut shop. Realizing that the peoples best chance is to have the police help with the martians, Nick grabs his men together.

Using a modified seashell pattern, they attacked the martians in mass. The martians , when attacked from behind, turn to face their attackers. The police, seeing an opening, rush from behind the barricaded cars and level the aliens with some well placed shots. Only one of Nick's men was injured before the martians were on the ground, green blood covering Nick's wrestling boots.
 
Rally point

With fury and urgency you make your way down tht street. A landed UFO with metal landing legs and a tongue like gang plank coming out from the open door on the ground. Several martians rally around it but are taken hits from the cops down the street.


Your party makes it to the station but will the loss of one. You look back to see a wrestler lay in the street with his arm next to him. The cops are revealed to see more help arrive. A sargeant with a AR-15 looks up at you.....

"Hey kid, we got to get out of here...sitting on a pile of fuel." he glances down to see the approaching column. "Though if we hold long enough we could blow this out from under them...." He takes a shot from a flask and sits down next to the booth filled with cigaretts to reload.



A teenage gas station attendant comes over and offers to fill your tank. The rest of your crew takes up firing positions though others opt to get some food in the shop.



Typical station type setup, donut shop.convience store (typical 7-11 items inside) Soda and cigareets being sold out side and a tow truck and a jeep packed next to the garadge.
 
Art

"Fuck this."

Seeing the approaching martains, Art decides to take charge. "Let's get the fuck out of here, ladies, before those freaky alien-guys come by and decide to kick our assess like we done did ta their friends, here."

He threw his trucked in gear, and got readdy to lay the petal to the metal. He looked at old Man Peterson.

"Yo, Gramps, choose a fucking vehicle and git in, befo'e I leave you here with nerd-boy!"
 
"Awww......shut up you little .....aww damnitt. " He gets in gets in the back of your truck and begins setting up the machine gun on a tripod and duct taping it down. "We go when I am ready sunny....you got half my gear and it is all labelled with my name. People will ask questions. Now the center of town does have a bunker and I know they have been taken care of it." Spits out some dip on the ground.


"Now it is that or head for the Army base boys....up to you all!? Though heading for Canada ain't a bad idea........We need news is all."
 
Luke jumped of fhte machine,running towards his suv and sliding in,leaning out teh window as he started the vehicle."i say the bunker in the center of the twon,we should pick up eveyrone as we get tehre,theres saftey in numbers!"
 
Two players and one NPC.......

The path doesn't seem blocked and your vehicles are fine....Luke's one has the weapons and the machine gun now mounted. If you head west that is the most direct way into the town center....you good through residental and then commercial areas if you head that way.....



Martians are clearing the town it would seem...
 
Art

His machine was purrin' like a kitten. He yelled at the ol' geezer to tie himself down, and slammed it in high gear. Loading his gun with one hand, he drove with the other, turning a station stuck in a constant loop of the smae song up, as he liked that particular song.

He kept his badass truck in line, holding back with the nerd, not wanting to pass him by. Besides, he had the SUV, he'd have to pick up the rest of the survivors.

And they'd at least need one woman if they wanted to "repopulat the world". Or at least bullshit it. He laughed to himself, and got his gun ready in case any of them mart'un fellers showed up.
 
Homes and trailers get blown up as you both drive pasted. People come out on fire only to be zapped by rays from the martian ships. The blasts do come close to the vehicles, but not enough to do any damage....yet.



You pull up a block or so from the town square and your not sure who slams on the brakes first. Oldman Peterson goes flying back and you hear him cursing in the truck bed.



The center of town is a gastly sight. A huge saucer has landed on crushing the historical statue in the center of the park. You see pairs of Martians manhandling unconscious humans into the large craft. You think you see at least a dozen get loaded.

Near the town hall a column of Martians are formed up like on parade 10 troopers wide 3 ranks back.

Everywhere windows are bashed and cars on fire. Town hall is intacted but has een better days. You can hear gun shots in the distance.....




Come up with a good move boys........
 
Art

Art pulled himself out the window, reaching back to grab one of Old Man Peterson's boxes of weapons. Opening it, Art grabs a handful of grenades, and pulls the pins, hurling them towards the martains before falling back in his truck, slamming it in reverse, and throwing all his weight on the accelerator.

They'd need help. From like, the cops or something.

But where could they find the cops?

Art grinned, and high-tailed it towards the donut shop.
 
Luke
Luke stared as Art gunend it towards the donut shop,then comprehension dawned and he laughed maniacally,driving INto the smoke caused by the grenades,his SUV crushing the few martians lucky enough to survive.The SUV roared out of the smoke,covered and splahed in martian blood as he fishtailed,following Art.
 
Nick MacKenzie

Nick makes a sign of the cross at the one armed wrestler drowning in a pool of his own blood. Nick was about to go back and try and save him, but realized that the greater good was more important. He turned to the policeman in charge. "Ok I have an idea. " The policeman came closer as Nick relayed his plan.

Nick watched as the police went back into their cars. Two of the wrestlers finished jumpstarting the tow truck. They jacked it into gear and ran out as a pulling guard towards the martians. Most of them were flattened by the impact of the car. Some that were not outright killed , were crushed when the parade of police cars followed.

Nick gave Ms. September a wet kiss on the breasts as he rolled up the magazine, the last in the line of papery wicks. The smell of the charcoal lighter fluid reminded him of bar-b-ques from his youth. The three wrestlers that were left were escorting the attendant out of the small gas/food station. Nick went to the front door , noticing that the remaining martians seemed to have a more angered stance.

Taking advantage of this, Nick leaned his large frame out of the gas station door. "Hey suckers, here it is you come down to conquer the world, but all you end up as is road kill. Hell, even a stupid squirrel is smarter than that. " Nick jumps back in the doorway as a beam impacts with the outside of the station. He can see a large group of the martians coming towards the station.

He lights the fuse as he runs out the back door. He has a small laugh as he realizes that the martians, after all their technology will fall for one of the simplest tricks in the book. Luring in your enemy then blowing up the gas station from under them with a wick made of dirty magazines. That kind of thing happens every day. Nick ran as fast as his long legs would take him, following the others into the dark gloom past the donut shop.
 
The pickup boyz......



The grenades go off and you disrupt their activites. The column of Martians brakes up as Martians run for cover as others blow up and limbs become detached. You hear angry chaotic alien cries.

The Martians on the gangplank drop the unconscious humans and take up their weapons. From behind park benches and mailboxes wound and angry martians open up on your pickups....

Beams open up on your vehicles Art's rig getting hit again. American steel and Detriot workmenship don't' hold up to alien blasts. Soon the right side of the truck is on fire. You are able to get out once the truck hits a telephone pole. Gas begins to drip out of your flaming vehicle. You are able to get your rifle and a pack of lucky strykes......


Luke doesn't fair much better though he is able to inflict more damage as Oldman Peterson blasts away at the wounded and running martians with his powerful machine gun. After taking cover though they traget the SUV....you soon find your truck is on fire. Befor eyou can react the SUV explodes. You shake your head a few minutes later and find yourself bleeding on a pile of martian and human corpes. Weapons of all time both human and Martian around.

You look through the smoke to see a Martian leveling his weapon at you head just a few feet away. You figure going for that blade in your waist band won't be worth it but well......your not going out like a coward.........but

As the Martian is ready to blast you Oldman Peterson comes out of the smoke and jams a bayonet in the base of the martian's skull through the helmet. The Martian goes down and hits the floor with a thud. The old man is leaning on a hunting rifle with a scope....he is limping and bleeding.

"What ya don't on the ground kiddo.....let's get moving. " He walks past you and you notice he coughs up blood. "Where is the other on now."


Martian boots and words and be heard in all directions. Then from the direction of the gas station you hear what sounds like a huge explosion.




At the gas station....



The plan works well........almost. The wrestlers on board the tow truck killed many on the ground only to be blasted by a flying saucer that just came above the gas station to support the assault.

The police head out down the road out to the edge of town away from the center of town. You do notice a well armed civilian (Katy McBride ) push two young cops in a beatup old cruiser before grabbing shotgun.

The station goes up taking more then a few martians with it and sends the hovering UFO for a loop. Your not sure if it went down my it shakes and bounces around in the sky last you see as you run into the night feeling the heat of the station fire at your back and beams blasting around you.....


A national guardmen's jeep pulls up next to you from an alley. In the back are two wounded young soldiers and in the front at the wheel is a 30 something sergeant who looks over at you........

"Want ride? That was good move glad I got a full tank. You know how to use that?" He gestures to the machine gun mounted in the rear with the wounded soldiers.

As soon as you and your gear onboard he takes off following the police cars......
 
Nick MacKenzie

Nick shakes his fist at the sky as the Tow truck full of his companions is obliterated. Damn Aliens. He is about to start wading into the ranks of stunned aliens when a Jeep pulls up. He accepts the mans offer, jumping into the back. "I am not too familiar with this type of gun, but with plenty of ammo I am bound to hit something. "
 
Art

"My dog,...my truck,...FUCKING ALIEN SCUM!"

Art, scowling, grabs a nearby box. Tossing weapons in it from nearby, he mostly fills it with alien weapons, and only a few of the human ones. Tucking a handgun and a martian weapon into his belt, he grabs his rifle and takes off after Old Man Peterson, and Luke, ready to take down and alien scum he sees.

"Fucking little bastards. I'm gonna be driving a fucking saucer painted alien-blood green once this is over. Fucking pricks."
 
Keep fighting boys.....




You have joined the Army.........kinda

The convoy heads out towards the highway though there is plenty of town before you make it out to the exit. You can still feel the heat of the burning gas station though you see the craft that was above crash into a bill board for a Adult book store and bounces on a roof.

One of the wounded soldiers in the back of the jeep does grunt out how to start firing the weapons. Otherwise your on your own as far as firing the weapon......it is powerful.


Smoke....fire......and aliens


Good thing that almost empty case of beer was around. Still has a few cans in it though you manage to find 4 alien short rifle like weapons....and two pistols. You find an M-16 and a .357 magnum in a gun belt still with two speed loaders and many other rounds. The smell of the burning corpes is on makes you choke up those last beers though.


Oldman Peterson weilds around and almost stabs you....."Sorry son what we going to do now?"

He comes up with an answer once he takes a second look at the gang plank of the ship. "My granddaughter!?!? those bastards." He runs off bayonet in hand screaming.......Several half dressed unconscious females are on the gang plank they had been being loaded.



Over head all parties hear jetfighters in the sky.....
 
Art

Art's mind whirred by. There was a good chance he'd die, but there was also a chance he'd escape with a half-naked women who'd owe him her life. His mind processed the choice for a bout half a second. After deciding that Old Man Peterson was an asset, Art chased after him.

He blasted any aliens he could see, aiming for their glass-domed heads. He was well prepared to switch from his rifle to an alien firearm, just as soon as he ran out of bullets loaded into his current weapon.
 
Oldman Peterson holds up after a few blasts and holds up his rifle and starts picking off the aliens thanks to the scope and the lighted gangplank area of the ship.


Your shotgun goes click and you find yourself at the base of the gangplank leading into the ship empty except for the passed out females. You look at the alien blast rifle and think it can't be to hard. After a few pulls of the trigger and nothing happens you see a switch above it on the section between the handle grip and the barrel and stock. You slide it to the right you get one burst. You slide it again to the right and you find it is full auto. You still have no idea how many shots it takes though.


While your playing with the weapon though a Martian from inside the ship blasts a large hole next you which motivates you to move from the base of the ship's gangplank....


Towards the east of the ship and the center of town it seems that the Martians that were driven through not long before begin to reform. They setup skirmish lines and are firing again.


A few random shots can be heard through out the town......a few screams too though of what your not sure.
 
Art

Now that he's figured out how to operate the alien technology, Art begins the task of trying to clear the saucer. He yells and motions for the nerd and Old Man Peterson to come, planning for the three of them to take control of it, and for the nerd to magically learn how to pilot the thing.

Ahh, the innocence of redneckhood.
 
Well I guess the resistance has stopped for now.......Thanks to all my players even the ones who just stopped playing. Maybe we can pick this up some other time.....Well check your rifle and look to the skies.
 
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