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[kabukiman]

After some time, you arrive at a large cave. You see several cultists dead and your companions shooting... at a thing. A black mass of ooze that is going in your direction. It must be your imagination, because it seem to have several mouths doing a sound like "Tekeli-li". 2 of the men are mumbling in stupor, the others are shooting against the thing with no results.
OOC: Make a sanity roll please

[Mr. Handy]

Dalton's eyes go wide when he sees the monstrosity, but this time he retains some composure. Knowing that his rifle will be useless against this thing, he begins to reach for a grenade.

OOC,I probably have to roll for my Sanity loss before I can act, which I expect is 1d6 even though I succeeded and thus may be enough to make me go insane again.

[kabukiman]

OOC: Yes, you must roll a 1d6, but we don't know what kind of madness you will get...

[Mr. Handy]

Dalton while alarmed, retains most of his composure. He pulls the pin and lobs the grenade directly at the thing, causing a powerful explosion!

OOC,Creatures with a high SIZ give a bonus to hit, equal to +5 for every full 10 points of SIZ above 30, so it will probably be easier to hit. However, I rolled well enough that I hit without a bonus.

[kabukiman]

The thing... makes a sound like a scream. Not a scream, a huge hiss of pain and anger. It change direction and goes after you mad with fury,as incredible it may seem that such a mass can feel feelings. But your companions (those who are still capable), throw grenades at it, stopping the thing. She starts retreating.

[Mr. Handy]

"Press the attack!" says Dalton, reaching for his last remaining grenade. "We need to finish it off!"

[kabukiman]

OOC: What action you will take?

[Mr. Handy]

OOC,I'd like to throw my grenade at the creature, but grenades can only be thrown every other round according to the weapons chart. I'll lead the men after it in the meantime if its retreat would carry it out of range otherwise.

[kabukiman]

The thing coninues to retreat to the opposite side. It screams more with each grenade.

[Mr. Handy]

OOC,Do we have any grenades left?

[kabukiman]

OOC: in the group, about 3.

[Mr. Handy]

Dalton doesn't want to reveal to the creature that they're almost out of grenades, and he doubts that a few more will kill it when so many hadn't done the job. "I think it knows we can hurt it," he says. "If it has any sense, it'll leave us alone now. We should keep our grenades ready, but hold off on using them unless it causes trouble. Do we have any more powerful explosives?"

[kabukiman]

The commander says:
-There is a group outside with flamethrower and another with explosives. We can called them, and keep this thing at distance until they come.
He sends one of the soldiers who goes happily to be out of here..

[Mr. Handy]

"That should do nicely, sir," says Dalton, keeping a wary eye on the creature. It takes a special kind of crazy to carry a flamethrower, he thinks, but I'm glad we have someone nuts enough to do it.

[kabukiman]

Time passes. The thing is in a corner of the cave. After some time, it starts moving a little, and immediatly one of the soldierrs throw a grenade. The things stops and make a sound like a protest.
-Hey, it seems it has some inteligence. You think we could tame it as a pet? I mean, the other freaks controled it somehow...- says one of the soldiers.
The others look at him like if he was completly crazy.

[Mr. Handy]

"Maybe they tame it by feeding someone to it every so often," says Gordon.

[kabukiman]

Private James was descending the stairs of the church. He arrived at a great room full of bodies. Women, children, men. Some were still agonizing. There was a corridor, and after some time, a cave with several soldiers, some very shaken. They all looking to some point.

[Airbornexo]

Pvt. James Thorson shrugged the straps on the heavy tank at his back, the volitile liquid sloshing inside as he shifted it to a more comfortable position. He looked at the carnage and scratched the blond stubble forming at his chin. He shook his head and let out a low whistle 'damn it, if I hadn't been so slow on the climb I might have saved a few lives here!'

He staggered down and down. Looking for the squad, until he found them or what was left of them and found his eyes involuntarily drawn in the direction they were looking...

[Mr. Handy]

"It's over here," says Gordon, hearing the newcomer with the heavy flamethrower rig approach. "We'll cover you."

[kabukiman]

All you see is some kind of mud. A big black mass of mud. Or is it oil? You don't see anyone else besides that, but for some reason, the soldiers are all looking at it...