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

The last few days have been taumatic . If you have been watching GNN (global News Network).

* The battle for Washington D.C. goes on with the capital building changing hands numerous times in the last 24 hours. The pentagon which is where the President is thought to reside has held solidly.

* New York city is in flames but the residents are not going quitely into the night. An American flag is hanging from the Plaza hotel. A wrecked flying saucer sits out front of city hall. The mayor declares, "New York City will be here for ever!"

* Seattle residents are rallying around Coffee Stars all over the city with rifles and are giving the Maritians a fight rain or shine. Nirvana fans and aircraft works are standing side by side in the field of battle.

OOC: Okay guys...if you have any extra gear then what you said...enjoy.....if I said you couldn't have it before....it is still a no...you can ask questions about locations of things...I don't see a need to list everything yet.


Then there is Springfield.........
(collective home to the pcs)

This is where we find our players....

Springfield Town in the Midwest

Time: 18:00 hours...

Alien Activity: Mass sightings of flying saucers and Martian troops on the ground.

Otherwise...power is still on...and your tvs work.

Luke "SkyWalker"

Well you have been on the net for the last few days. You have piled up all your gear in your supersized SUV (think suburban). Bottles of spring water, toliet paper, cans of chilli, and hundreds of rounds of 9mm ammunition. Your in your combat boots, jeans, and starfleet tee when you see a group of the aliens come around the corner.


In there green battle suits armed with short lazer rifles chasing a family away from there car and blasting the dog. You can here shots and explosions all over the neighorhood.....To think they laughed at you around the neighborhood. You had been nice...gave them that print out of how to build bunkers...tried to start a citizens defense force...they didn't listen. Now your the only one in the neighborhood prepared except for old man Peterson. You can hear is antigue machine gun from the end of the block.

The next move is up to you.....

Katy Mcbride


Well your not running and that is final. Your not sure what to do next though. Your listening to your scanner and half the shift of the local P.D. has called out to protect their houses....the other half are on edge. You can see the hospital local from behind your apartment with a Super Donuts (think Dunkin' Donuts combine with a 7-11). All is quiet right now but that could change.

Your sitting on the couch wearing your over sized black X-file tee. On the coffee table infront of you it is covered with weapons. An old timer who died on the job (heart attack over breakfast) he always thought of you as his little girl. You over looked the flask in the cruiser, and were there always to take him home from the bar when he "lost his keys."

His wife a month back dropped off a crate for you...she siad it was for his little girl. Once you had it open you knew the old timer had screwed the department at some point. The crate had 10 .45, 5 shotguns, and three batons. Stuff the department won't miss.

Your jolted from the back window as explosions go off...As you get up and look out the window you see dozens of the Martians Neeing forward. They are battling with the police parked infront of the Super Donut...

What ya going to Detective.......?


Nick MacKenzie

The day started off well enough. You prayed at your Buddist shrine in your locker and fought a good match your hanging out at the ring for the mass battle of the night when the Martians attack....!!!!

The crude beer drinking crowd is not happy the match is interupted. The fight back throwing beer cans and pulling switch blades....not going so well.

Your near the weapons table which has everythign from baseball bats to kendo sticks to chains to shovels.

You look back to see Martians a few rows away to your right.....This is for real.


Arthur O'Daniel Pomprey-Magnifly



Well your passed out in your truck by the Rusty Spur which is nothing to strange. The truck isn't to bad. Custom deal with a turbo charger and extra large bed. Gunrack with three shotguns in it and a glove box full of shells.......you think...lol


Rufus begins barking...and if you look up you see several Martians with chainsaws taking down the large red bull on the roof.....and comotion going on inside.



Let the game begin

Nick MacKenzie

Nick tried his best to wipe the sweat off his brow. The mask made it very difficult to do, but it was best if it stayed on. If the audience realized who he was, they would boo him endlessly and his shame would magnify. His time at the Buddist temple had helped him work through his shame and anger, but it was an ongoing battle.

He watched as some of the other wrestlers approached the ring. Even though the fans thought they were all homocidal maniacs at their wits end, just waiting for a chance to kill each other; most of the other wrestlers were fine. A few too many rednecks as far as Nick was concerned, but they needed to find work too. They could not all just sit on their front porch drinking beer and cleaning their shotguns.

Nick pulled the ropes down for the Boston Strangler to enter the ring when he noticed a disturbance in the crowd. He craned his neck to see what was happening. There was a glint of light as a patron pulled out a switchblade. Then Nick saw what the person was trying to hit. There was a bunch of little green men that had entered the stadium. Nick wondered if this was some publicity stunt .

But then a flash of red light emanated from some sort of gun that the green man carried. The beam intersected with a fans head, the resulting explosion threw brain matter through the air. Realizing that this was no stunt, Nick pulled the Strangler over to the ropes with him. The two men exited the ring, stopping at the announcers table to pick out a weapon. Nick swung the bat in the air, testing the heft. He ducked under a red beam and waded into the crowd.

Art

Art kicked Rufus out of the bed of the truck, stretching and turning over to go back to sleep. Suddenly, a red bolt flashed past him. Jerking up, he saw the green man trun back to work. Glancing over the side of the truck, he gritted his teeth in an angry rage. Rufus lay in a growing pool of his own blood, dead.

Art was suddenly very sober. He jumped out of teh ebd of his truck, openning the door and pulled one of his shotguns down. He slammed a fist into the glovebox, which popped open, spilling random shells out over the ground. He leaned down, collecting them from where they fell, and accidentally avoided a martian looking over at the truck in the process.

He stood back up, and loaded the gun, shoving extra bullets in his pockets. He climbed back into the bed of the truck, and aimed his shotgun at the strange creatures swarming over the bull of the Rusty Spur.

He levelled the gun, his aim wavering a little from the alcohol he'd been chugging not half an hour before.

"God damned dog-shottin' son-o'-bitch Milton boys. I'll fuckin' kill you!"

Mistaking the martians for the Miltons prankster boys, he aimed as well as he could, and squeezed the trigger as he muttered to himself.

Who cares if it t'was murder? They'd shot Rufus! Besides, the town 'ould probably give 'im a medal.

He jerked back as the gun fired, and reloaded it quickly, taking aim to shoot again.

Wait a darn minute,....since when're Joe and Tim GREEN?

Katy McBride

Katy sat frozen on her overstuffed sofa, half listening to the police scanner...it was all the same anyhow.
Most of the local P.D. had gone off the deep end holing up somewhere with their familes, gripping their sidearm for dear life, waiting for the world to end.
Outside, the sound of gunshots and squealing tires filled the air.
Inside she clutched a flask of Jack Daniels in one hand and her favorite gun in the other.
She took a swig out of the flask, feeling the soothing burn slide down her throat and she decided to turn on the news.

A skinny blonde reporter wearing an obscene amount of make-up was babbling on about murder, mayhem and looting throughout Springfield before a tiny, sqwaking green man blasted her, incinerating her live on camera. Too bad it wasn't sweeps week.

She turned off the t.v, and stipping off her x-files tee she changed into a pair of low-rise dark denim jeans, black leather boots, a fitted white tee and a knee length black leather trench-pausing to strap multiple holsters on, each one holding a loaded gun. She slid her butterfly knife into her pocket and filled each coat pocket with extra ammo. She was ready.

Out on the streets, weapon drawn she began to do what her former peers were too afraid to do, she fought back.

Nick MacKenzie

Nick looked behind him, watching the red beam impact on one of the steel support beams for the ceiling. A scarred burn mark appeared on the support as part of it melted to the ground. Flecks of red hot steel landed in the ring, burning some of the wrestlers. Nick turned back to see one of the green men aiming what he assumed was a weapon at him. He swung the bat in a low arc, his wrists snapping through as his strength was unleashed. The bat impacted with the green man, knocking him back four rows.

Nick watched as the Strangler followed the man back, using a chain to finish the work. The Strangler grabbed the gun that the man used and handed it to Nick just as he was drilled by a red beam. Nick saw the beam run longwise down the Stranglers body, his body coming apart into two pieces. A steaming pile of intestines marked the spot where one of the few friends he had made now lay. Turning the weapon in the direction of the beam, Nick tried to blast the little green man responsible.

His overlarge fingers were not able to reach the trigger. He dropped to the floor to avoid a laser blast aimed for his head. He used his strength, his arms flexed as he broke off the trigger guard. Now he was all set. He stood back up and aimed at the LGM. Nothing happened. No red beam. No flashing death of light. Not even a stream of water. DAMMIT...... Nick carefully stuffed the gun into the wasteband of his wrestling tights before advancing on the LGM.

Luke watched as the family was hunted,then threw his trucks door open and tunred on some high-beat techno(courtesly to shareware on the 'net)He tunred hte car on and gunned hte engine.The Martians turned to level their high-tech weapon at the approaching truck but were too slow.Wit a grinding sound and alien gibbering they wer crushed into Giblets.Luke whooped and chuckled spinning around and squealing to a stop and jumping out,sequestering the aliens weapons,chuking them into the truck and grabbing the 9mm,the box of cartridges,and his alst resort,the 41"' blade celtic broadsword(curtosy of E-bay).He layed it against the spare seat and hopped in,heading towards The center of town.a night of hacking had revealed an old army bunker/bomb shelter under what was left of the town hall.
He smiled at the small bobbing-head alien on the dashboard and took a detor towards the sound of the machinegun.Old Man Peterson was always reliable ina crisis,msut be the WWII,'Nam,and Korean War experience....

Nick MacKenzie

The LGM aimed its laser at Nick. Nick threw the bat at the alien, causing it to duck down. Nick used the moment of cover to jump on top of the alien. His weight bore down on the suprisingly light alien. Nick heard a large POP as the liquids were squashed out of the aliens body. Nick pulled himself up off the floor, wiping what was left of the alien off of his body. Nick reached down and picked up the baseball bat.

He moved further into the stands swinging his bat in wide arcs, impacting with LGM skulls. His actions allowed some of the spectators to get away from the aliens. A steady line of humans moved towards the exit. As the LGM's started to regroup, a few of the wrestlers finally had recovered from their shock. They flexed their massive muscles as they attacked the LGM's. When the last LGM was killed in the auditorium, the wrestlers agreed that the LGM's would never have made good opponents.

Nick gave a short laugh before looking around. There were way more human bodies dead than LGM. During the fight there seemed to be a hundred of the aliens, but when it was all said and done, there was only 15 of them. Three hundred or so human bodies were strewn around the killing area. As the delayed shock set in, a few wrestlers lost their lunch on the blood covered concrete. Nick yelled out to the wrestlers.

"I am not sure what is going on here. It is obvious though that these aliens are hell bent on killing humans and taking over our world. We can not let that happen. Lets go see if there are any more LGM's to kill outside the auditorium. " A loud rumble could be heard as a dozen musclebound men moved quickly out of the auditorium.

Art

Art was driving along the streets. He wasn't sure exactly when he'd realized what the freaky little men were. Eventually, somewhere between angry reds lights coming towards him and and him shooting his truck out of the parking lot in a way that would make most cops realize he'd be needing a night in jail and huge speeding ticket to remind him drinking was bad, he'd understood that old man Peterson might not just be a drunk old fool.

He'd had his revenge, though. At least three or four of the bastards had been the business end of his shotgun (although he'd wasted nearly three times that many rounds) and he had no count of how many of the bastards he'd run off or glanced as he roared down the streets. He was glad his father had never sold the old truck, and that both he and and Art, who was himself, thinking, which,...ow.

Anywho, he was glad they'd tricked out the old truck instead of buying a new one, as one cars were mostly made of plastic, and the old truck, while having her share of rust spots, was still (mostly) made out of metal.

One of the freaks came running across an intersection, and Art slammed on the breaks, turning the wheel hard. The creature raised his gun, but then turned and tried to run in alarm as the truck turned, the broad side turning and slamming into it. Art leaned out the window, and flicked off the body, which had been hit several feet and whosedome was leaking a disgusting goo.

"Take tha' ya mar'ian fucker!"

He grinned to himself, and turned forward, where a strange machine was lumbering through town. Art threw the truck in reverse and slammed on the gas pedal as it turned towards him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh jesus-fuckin'-christ!"

My apologies once again.....But I am back and promise to be on more regularly.

OOC: Okay I am back at work as GM...sorry for my absence. But work finances my fun online. Time away has not been wasted though. I have done research (watched the film again), and found a website listing all the cards. Found some new horrors and weapons. So with out any more inturptions and a promise to be better.....



IC:
"A dead Earthling is a good Earthling,"


Nick

The wake of the brutal battle is all around you as you leave the stadium. The lives of three hundred hardly seem to be a fair trade for the 15 dead aliens. The you can hear the saucers (almost float silently), but you can hear all damage their man craft weapons are doing.

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So far with out really trying you have picked up a baseball bat, a chainsaw (Logging promo booth), a bowie knife (found on a dead beer truck driver), and a case of beer.

Soon as you and your party make it to the front doors with the glass burned out and flaming cars in the foreground. Btw your pickup truck is on fire. Soon you encounter another squad of 12 Martians are assembled out front.

They start blasting way but aren't ready for you...a number of your comrades charge forward into the small crowd of aliens. Brass knuckles brake fish bowl helmets and hoses are ripped from your tanks. Beam weapons aren't great at close range so your evenly matched up close.

One Martian jumps up on top of a car and seems to have a site on his blue and orange rifle. He starts picking off and wrestles. Their bodies turn green then a firery red as they come apart.

Your next move........

You notice across the way...Stadium Car dealers, The Sports Bar, and a Army Navy store.




Art

After dealing with those damn "Milton boys" which avenged Rufus and protected the Bull on the roof. You did notice that it took more shotgun blasts then most leaving things could ever take. Seemed to work best when you hit that fish bowl they were wearing on their heads.

While your listening to Country 105.1 you knock a Martian into a above ground pool in some one's backyard. Doesn't seem to swim in that thing.

Lumbering down the street though is a huge Robot?!!? Is shaved like a trash can with legs and arms with clippers. It has a huge glass dome at the top and you can see the giggling Martian pilot it through the streets.

You hit reverse and the Martian robot bends and chases after you at full speed. They are very smart but not always the most observant.

Those high tension power lines across the center of town seemed like a bad idea and everyone gave the power company hell but right now you love them.

You see through your wind sheild as you reverse the alien craft hit a snag. The robot hits the lines and trips and gets flung back onto the ground crushing several row houses. Before the pilot can even react the power lines now loose put thousands of volts of electricy into the giant robot.


Take that dammitt?!!?


Next Move....?


Well your in the normal suburbs not much here except a Gas and Go with a convencie store and a garadge. Old Man Peterson's place isn't far and you can see he is dealing with one of those robots as well.



Luke

You quickly drive through the residential area which is now being plunged into flames and chaos. People are fighting back but mostly are being turned into burnt out skeletons. Reminds you of D&D (could they become undead?). Weapons seem to have little effect outside of head shots.

You drive through a National Guard road block. There is a burnt out truck and a older tank missing a turret. Dead bodies of weekend warriors every where.

You approach old man Peterson's place and see him bodly standing firm in his front yard. He is on the front porch surrounded by rifles, pistols, and spent shells. Wearing his Vetern Ball cap, flannel shirt, and gray pants. He is using his old WWII machine gun with boxes of Ammo. He is shooting at what looks like a large robot destroying all the houses in the neighborhood. Bodies of 5 dead aliens are laying on the street with fresh wounds.



Next move........?

Katy

You make it out to the street after noticing half of your neighbors are gone while the other half seem to have piled their furniture up infront of their doors.

Except for Mrs. Thompson who is hitting a martian over the head with a mop in the front entrance. She branes it good even cracking the helmet, but dazied the creature manages to blast her into a pile of red stained bones.

With impulse kicking in and with no thought involved you fire both weapons at the creature from the stairs. The helmet bursts along with its brain leaving green goo all over the walls.

Pay back complete you walk out to find to young cops with hunting rifles rallied around their cruise which all four tires have been blown out. They see your human and sigh...and while shaking start returning fire with the 20 martians rallied around their saucer. It is landed half way between you and the donut shop. Dead civilian bodies are ever where....


YOur next move..........?

OOC: got back access to the site....these fit the situations.




http://www.essex1.com/people/zelda/09.htm



http://www.essex1.com/people/zelda/22.htm


http://www.essex1.com/people/zelda/63.htm


http://www.essex1.com/people/zelda/64.htm

Art

According to the movies, in order to beat aliens, one had to exploit their weakness. Usually it was something simple, like cheese, or a simple bacteria in the atmosphere. Thus, Art knew he needed someone to tell him what the alien's weaknesses were, or else how could he protect the cattle?

Old man Peterson seemed the most likely suspect. In fact, he was the only person Art could think of. He slammed on the gas, hot-footin' it over to Old Man Peterson's. He Slammed hard on the brakes once he saw what the geezer had gotten himself into.

He pulled up near Old Man Peterson's place, and pulled out his shotgun. Taking aim, he fired towards the big fishbowl on their head, remembering how much better that worked with the last ones. Luckilly, with such a big target, even as drunk as he was, he was bound to hit it!

Nick MacKenzie

Nick was suprised to see the damage that his fellow wrestlers had created. The footing was slippery as the bodies of the aliens were crushed underfoot as the human behemoths tried to take them down. Suddenly two of the wrestlers were struck and their bodies disintegrated to the ground. Nick ducked quickly and turned behind himself. He could see one of the aliens had jumped up on a car and was targeting the other wrestlers. Nick reached down and grabbed one of the injured aliens and threw him towards the alien on the car.

The two helmets collided and a large crash was heard as the two aliens landed on the ground in a heap. Nick quickly vaulted over the car, his long legs giving him plenty of clearance. A flying bellyflop landed him on the aliens, driving their exposed heads into the pavement. Only one was still moving as Nick came up off the ground.

He pulled that one up by the back of its space suit and he bounced it off the car . The impact forced the alien back towards Nick. He grabbed the alien and picked him up over his head. Putting the alien horozontal over his shoulders, Nick rapidly moved his arms down. A large cracking sound could be heard as what passed for a spine in the alien was ruptured. Throwing the motionless alien to the ground, Nick turned back to see that all the aliens were down, but so 6 of the wrestlers.

Nick grabbed the arm of the closest wrestlers to him. "Come on guys, lets find some shelter in the Army Navy store, before these saucers start firing. I will share my beer if you guys follow me. " The offer of beer clinched the deal as the six wrestlers followed him through the door.

Art

Well driving through the town you see trailers being blown up, people running in confussion, and fires all over the place. It hasn't been this bad since State Blew the Tang Bowl. You Arrive outside old man Peterson's and see the same kinda of robot that chased you attacking the Peterson house.

As you line up your shot on the fish bowl on top you see the Martian franitcally working at the controls. Your shots that only crack the glass make him look up from his work and shake a fist at you. Wildly a giant claw swings by at you but only takes out a tree.

Old man Peterson gives you the thumbs up once he sees you over on the road. Seems like he could use the help.

Nick

You make your way across the street with some members limping along the way. At the end of the street you see three flying saucers coming up the road. Under them is a column of what seems like hundreds of neeping Martians.

You make it to the Army/Navy store and find many bodies along the way. Most are bar patrons with broken beer bottles in their hands while others are camoflague clad in hunting gear rifles in hand with a few scattered Martian bodies among them.

Once reaching the Army/ Navy store you find a man in his late 40's both balding and graying. He has a bandage on his arm and looks up at you swinging his shotgun torwards you, "you boys here to help?" He leans in the door way look you all over. "Oh wrestlers...love you guys. Come on into the shop."

Once inside you see racks of camoflague clothing of all types, sweat shirts, jeans and work boots, pro-America t-shirts, flags. A few display cases filled with knives, and above the counter a large rack off bottle action rifles and shotguns.

You also see a door leading to the backroom.

Art

Art pulled up near Old Man Peterson's, jumping out of his truck as he reloaded. He made a few more shots up towards the fishbowl the little freaky alien was in whilest scanning the surrounding area for an ambush. It always seemed that in the movie, as you dealt with the big threat some stupid alien would run around and beat you to death with a rock or something.

Once he was sure there was nothing around, he started firing again, this time taking more careful aim (beer's startin' ta wear off, now), and fire towards the few cracks he's made in the fishtank before.

"Hey Mr. Peterson!"
He waved as his car squealed to a tight tunr and stopped in front of Old man Peterson's yard,though not in his line of sight.Seeing Art(that drunk redneck bastard,gotta luv 'im)He pulled out his rmm and shoved it into his belt,getting outa nd starting to load Mr. Petersons stuff itno teh abck of his SUV and into Art's truck.He left msot fo teh ammo for now,and as he moved wiht almsot bored indifference to all teh aliens and giant robot he flicked a grenade towards the robot,blowing a chuink out of its chest and its fishbowl cockpit.

Another blow against the Martians

Art


Well as the beer slowly drains from your body (perhaps the two gallons of sweat since you realized your twon was being invaded.

Now aiming you seem to be making some kind of progress. You hit the same spot over and over again. Glass shards hitting the Martian now turning to you........he is distracted though as a grenade goes off to the side of him in the cockpit.

He looses control and the robot lurches foward. At this point Oldman Peterson realizes what you and the other guy who just pulled up are trying to do....


He levels the machine gun at the cockpit and hundreds of rounds pierce the glass. The martian goes down in a bloody mess as his robot crashes into the lawn destroying several lawn gnomes.



Luke

Soon as you arrive you are ready to help out and pull out. You are able to load a far number of arms and ammunition onto the back of your truck before you decide to step into the fight by using a grenade.

The blast of the grenade doesn't break the glass but it does distract the martian and makes him loose control of his craft. Soon with the help of Oldman Peterson it comes crashing to the ground.

A red and blue lawn gnome flies past your head but otherwise you fine.



Oldman Peterson looks at you then the redneck...."Well thanks boys what to you so long. These boys are worse then the Japanese!!! Not taller but well armed and they are taking over. Heard on the radio they are attacking the National Guard base....they are given hell though. Few saucers crashed I heard.....I think."

OOC: sorry, work's been a bitch.

IC:

Katy dove behind the cruiser as the Martians began to fire, though realizing that the vehicle was no match for the alien's weapons this was only a temporary solution.

She took a moment to reload, and to let all the carnage around her really sink in.

But there was no time for grief, not yet.
"We have to move." She told the officers. "The donut shop is the closest building still standing, I say we head there."

She rose to a crouching position, ready to run, "I need you to cover me..."

And without waiting for a reply, she made a mad dash towards the building.

Art

Art nodded at Old Man Peterson and the new guy. He could swear he knew him, but it alluded him as the beer wore off and panioc set in fully. Luckilly, Art was not a man about to panic as long as he had a gun and it worked on whatever it was that was after him.

And, at the moment, that was true. He turned to the others. "They seem ta die real good iff'n ya shoot 'em in those there fishbowls on their heads. Everythin' else seems armored up real good. I won'er why they don' wear any 'elmets er nothin'."

He looked around, and climbed back into his truck, stickin' his head out the window. "So, where's we all a-goin' to?"

Nick MacKenzie

Nick looks at the proprietor for a second. "We are here to do our part. I do not have any money to pay for this stuff, but in this case; you can chalk up the losses to insurance. " Nick turns towards the men behind him.

"OK guys, take a look at what this man has in stock. If there is something you want, just ask him nicely. Pretty please, with some green martian blood on top. Mother-in-law Mangler, grab out an extra set of camis in XXXL for me will you? "

Nick pulls the old man off to the side. "I can see you have an back stock room. Is there anything special back there? Anything that would really help better take out these aliens? "

Nick waits for the mans response, listening to the sound of 6 semi-intelligent wrestlers argue over the best weapons to take with them.

OOC Work she is a cruel mistress...I use it to finance gaming.lol






IC:

Katy

The rookies stands up firing their shotguns at the Martians even winging on in the leg that goes down.

You start off on your run blasting as you go down the street. You break to the side of the flying saucer which doesn't seem to have anyone on board. At close range one Martian goes down and another one gets hit and blasts a buddy who doesn't melt like humans do but goes down.

More cops are fighting at the gas station as you run over to the lighted area. The Martians following in come into range and as shotgun blasts fly past you they go down.

You have made it to the food market/gas station......



Art

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The craft of the massive Martian robot lays out before you with the dead pilot looking like a dead goldfish inside. Well that is one less to deal with....

Oldman Peterson picks up and ammo box then lites a cigarett. "I am open to options they are attacking all the local military bases. Half the town is on fire and those little green bastards are everyhere....I have a ton gear to move though."


Nick MacKenzie


"Son I ate to worried. If there isn't any damn town it won't matter worth a hill of beans. Besides the days these things were hovering I had some of my best days of sales ever. I can afford a few freebies.

Most of the guys make themselves busy putting on normal clothes like jeans, workboots, and sweat shirts. The rifles and ammo begin to be passed out.......

You all can hear the Martians march down the street though.

The owner puts on a WWII Army helmet and begins to put loaded magazines on the large main check out counter in the middle.

"Well let me see here...back orders of Guns & Knives and Republic of Rifles hhhmmmmm.......extras of all you see and oh...that old flame thrower....no gas though. Is a station down the street though."

Luke kept loading things into his SUV.
"theres an old bunkerr built under the town hall,its thick enough to nto get blown up,like town ahllabove it,we can hang out there for a bit,maybe form some sort of resistance,get any survivors there you know.Arty,start helping o load all this stuff into your truck.Mr. Peterson you mind covering us with the machine-gun?superbly mantained too,you could get big bucks for that over e-bay."
He smiled jauntily,almost happy at finnally being lsitened to and having hsi ideas at least semi-accepted.
"i think they dont wear helmets because they probably have some for of mind link or something,and anything covering there heads messes with the reception,or somethign liek that who knows."

Art

Art got back out of his truck, and started helping to load stuff up. His truck was big, and he was a strong man, so he managed to get a good amount of gear there in a short period of time, hefting more than twice what the scrawny guy could. But having a computer nerd could be helpful.

Art stopped, and grabbed Luke, pointing at the crashed metal comtraption. "Hey! You think you could drive tha' thing?"

Luke
Luke blinked and found himself shook so hard his teeth felt liek tehy were rattling around his head.
"Hey! You think you could drive tha' thing?"
He blinked again.
"well,maybe,Im not sure,let me down so i can try."
As Arty set him donw, he tunred to Old man Peterson."midn driving my SUV for me if this works?"he tossed the old man his keys and jogged towards the giant robot,crawling and scrambling into teh cockpit and hefting teh dead alien out of it.He slipped into th compartment,ignoring the few brain splatters and looking over the controls wiht an almost insanely gleeful look......

The redneck.....the nerd.....and pickups

Art you watch as the young nerd loads up the SUV. May need some more ammunition soon. Only a few boxes left. Oldman Peterson walks out of the house with his heart medication and two large ammo boxes for the machine gun.

Luke you get a you must be out of your mind look. "Hell son I am not sticking around here....I am thinking we should head out a town. Oh Congress is well dead so doesn't really matter who ya voted for..." He takes out a flash and drinks and has a few pills.

Though he looks down the road he does listen to you anyway. "Well I reckon that shelter is in good shape. Refurbished it back in the 1980's I think. I am for it boys."

Meanwhile Art gets so into the pickup truck that a few lawn gnomes, a chainsaw, and a garden hose end up in the bed.

Art stopped, and grabbed Luke, pointing at the crashed metal comtraption. "Hey! You think you could drive tha' thing?"

He blinked again.
"well,maybe,Im not sure,let me down so i can try.


Once in the cockpit you move the corps and notice that there is a strange looking pistol on its belt. There is green blood every where. The suit isn't metal but damn is seems sturdy.

Though you know nothing about alien technology a good old contry mechnic could tell you this craft won't move. All kinds of wides are coming out of what looks like a simple consol. Few sparks to and the chair is to small......sigh.lol

Looks simple though and has to joy sticks. The outside is banged up pretty good as well. May have to stick with the trucks for the time being....You do notice from your higher position that a large number of martians are marching down the road with saucers hovering over head.

Nick MacKenzie

Nick nodded at the man on the other side of the counter. He was sure the man was making a killing. Hopefully he would survive to use the money. Nick picked up the old army helmet and placed it on his head. Suprisingly it actually fit, his melon was not as big as he had thought. He thanked the man as he grabbed the flame thrower. Using its strap, he pulled it over his shoulder. He grabbed up his baseball bat and chainsaw. He smiled at the mans look of consternation.

"Don't worry about me. I do not place as much faith in guns as these other guys. I like my action close and personal. It those instances , these are more effective. Good luck old timer. " Passing out the beer, Nick leads the men back out into the street ready for action.