dm: a file cabinet falls on militia's head, stunning her.
lucii: she's not the only one stunned!

belsunce: get away from her body! she's not dead yet!
malax: oh, about the whole necrophilia thing, don't worry. i only do it when i'm high on cocaine!
militia ooc: and that's better how?

dm: surprise round for the bad guys!
*2 critical fails leading to being one-shot in attacks of opportunity, 2 misses, and a very large amount of napalm*
dm: surprise critical existence failure for the bad guys!

malax: i unscrew a wall panel!
dm: a very large rat tries to attack you and... *rolls* misses.
malax: i bait it with food.
dm: ... it works, but it shouldn't.
malax: i'm gonna call it "pookie".

dm: malax returns with a very large rat following him.
militia: this just got silly, didn't it?

militia: ok, so croustor the npc told me we might find clues in a settlement to the north!
team: lead on.
militia rolls orientation: *5 degrees of failure* ok, so croustor is wrong, we're heading south instead! *goes north anyway*

belsunce: who are we following? me or militia?
lucii: well, she knows where she's going. we're just following you because you catch incoming bullets.
militia, to herself: we're going south, we're going south! i'm panicking over here! *keeps heading north unwittingly*

zbeb: *strikes a brooding pose* it amazed zbeb how such a team could hope to save their village, just finding out how big the world was. would they rise up to the task? would they succeed? only the hallowed ancestors knew, and they were not speaking to zbeb right now.
militia: is zbeb brooding again? i just saw subtitles appearing in front of me.

dm: finally zbeb fumbles a hide check! he bumps into a can of yellow paint, you all can see him!
lucii: who's that guy?!
zbeb ooc: i undress and disappear again! *rolls and succeeds*
louka ooc: ... a naked mall-ninja covered in yellow paint running around being invisible? really? what the hell are we playing?!
militia: aaaah, finally you're getting the whole experience package!

louka ooc: hold up, i've built a flamethrower halberd and you're all ok with it?!
belsunce: honestly, it doesn't even make the top twenty most brutal weapons list.
louka: i love this game.

zbeb ooc: i wall jump on the 4th wall to pincer the enemies.

louka: ooooh, look at that dent!
dm: dude, that was your face last session.
louka: i know, but now since i can fly, i can make more much higher up!

militia: ok, guess i'm up for the hunting party.
*louka, flying with his jet pack drops a grenade onto a swarm of rats*
dm: militia, you're covered in gibs and blood and guts.
militia: louka, that's not hunting!
louka: *winks with a huge smile on his face and two thumbs up*

zbeb: guided by an epiphany, zbeb pulled out his nail gun and *rolls* headshot the large rat, dropping him like a shadow.
lucii: man, i'm so rich, i kill creatures without even thinking about it!

lucii: uh, guys? huge problem over here.
louka: *throws grenade* *winks at militia and doing a thumbs up* "hunting!"

belsunce: *puts down cup of coffee* 4 large wolves?
dm: yup, do you rouse the troops?
belsunce: are you thick? they'd just steal my kills. i charge!

dm: you just went from "chili con carne" to "medical textbook".
malax: guess it took a bit of time for the qaaludes to wear off.
louka: meh, free chili.
militia: without grenades, even!

dm: rope climbing time!
lucii: is this the part where i suck?
dm: all in favor of skipping the next 45 minutes of struggle and humiliation?
*all 6 hands raised*