Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190410021824/@comment-5543592-20190412234047

There was only the sound of clicking bones and running chainsaws and Rat God's screaming voice,  "WHO'S A PUSSY NOW?!!!  UH?!! WHO'S A PUSSY NOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!?!?!"

Josey fired off a half his cylinder and then threw himself to the side before a chainsaw decapitated him.

Bullet's had limited effect on the trauma harnesses, the suits were puncture but these things had been designed to withstand damage and they marched on more or less unimpaired. They'd have to pick their targets wisely.

Morgan's sniper round blastered right through the harness, taking out a chunk of bone and fabric, but it persisted towards her.

Rick's shotgun spray was also similiarly limited in effect, covering the harness in a spread of holes, but doing nothing to stop it's inexolerable march.

Wilkes' sustained gunfire tore into the harness apporaching him and it buckled slightly, sustaining damage to one of its joints.

The .44 round of Denis' revolver obliterated the helmet and skull beneath, but the harness was virtually unaffected. Afterall, whatever drove this things was not a brain.

Paul had the most success, the sheer weight and force behind the axe's head flattening the trauma harness. Half of it caved in, bones crunching, and it ceased to functioned.