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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sialia" data-source="post: 539325" data-attributes="member: 1025">So, the other night, we're doing the big raid on the ghoulish drug lord's party in our Delta Green campaign.I'm on a team of six "firefighters" and our job is to come in from the roof, and work our way down to where the ghoul party is being busted up by the troops on the first floor, making sure that nobody escapes upward, and generally ensuring that the entire building successfully goes up in flames destroying the evidence of the evening's activites.The team leader has gone down the first flight of steps, screamed horribly a few times and then shut up. The second guy approached the stairwell and was riddled with machine gun fire.  I suggested shoving some burning furniture down the stairwell on top of our assailants, (and uh, our wounded guy, who wasn't long for this world anyway) and suddenly, I'm team leader. Go fig.So next, we get ordered to go down and secure that floor.Bearing in mind that we're carrying fire fighting equipment, and nothing explosive like munitions, because we're trying not to blow ourselves to hell in this little act of arson. The other teams are in charge of starting the fire--we're just making sure it goes in the right direction.So, eventually, we make our way downstairs, and all seems to be quiet on the second floor, at least, as compared to the sounds of people dying horribly on the first floor and ghouls snickering over our command channel.I look around, all paranoid, even remembering to look up and check the ceiling for possible enemies. Mythago, our Keeper, laughs at me, and tells me all is quiet. But I know they're around here somewhere.So, getting desperate, I say "Is there any sign that the ghouls were ever here?" I'm thinking, maybe a tracking check . . . ?And she looks over at Swack Iron and says "I don't even really need to show up for these, do I?  Things just sort of run themselves from here.""So a SAN check would be in order?" Swack-Iron says."What about the two guys who came down before us?" I say, frantically trying to figure out what's so funny. "Where's what's left of them?""You're standing in them," she says.</blockquote>

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