Never set up a roll in this system before but I'm going to try. I'm basically straight-up trying to convince someone that it's in their best interest to help me rather than lie to them so I'm using Charisma + Presence for a 5d6 which results in two successes.
Duct tape is probably more widely accepted than any of the currencies in circulation. Also your roll is correct, Charisma + Presence.
"You seem like a very capable sort, since you are back here where the REAL power is instead of out in the ring... why don't you help me find my gear? I was passing through and ended up separated from it when all this mess started. I would be VERY grateful, and willing to compensate your for your time."
The hockey-haired man, in underwear and boots, looks around.
"Yeah, okay. But you better not be lying about that condensation."
He leads you into the backstage area, where famous movie star Mel Gibson is filming. Two wrestlers are fighting, a man in a suit is being dragged by his ankles by another wrestler, the place is in chaos. You've also been here long enough to realize that these are all WWF wrestlers, or so you thought. Some of them must have turned traitor and jumped ship to the WCW.
"So, uh, where's your stuff at?"
That's going to be at least two combat rounds worth of stuff happening.
Meanwhile, the man Ulfberht and Nox were fighting, clutching his wound with one hand, turns his motorcycle around and drives off out the door he was supposed to be guarding.
Morale is still relatively high with the wrestler the Dank Bot attacked, however, and he fire his coilgun at the machine.
1 Success.
10 damage So Dank goes down one wound level and has 2 hp left on his second.
The projectile shoots straight through the robot, damaging a few non-critical backup systems.
I feel I should point out that, while you can't dodge bullets, you can use the dodge skill to take cover and give anyone shooting you a penalty. But it's an action.
Juggy, now overcome with blood lust and meth rage, upholsters his "Fuckin Magnets" ferrofluid saw, revs it up, grins at the liquid \M/ETAL blade, and charges towards the nearest crazy wrestler.
"CUM 'ER I GONNA FUK U UP REALL GOOD BOOOY!"
There was one remaining WCW wrestler still holding his ground at the entrances and now he had a crazed Juggalo bearing down on him, wielding some kind of strange whatever-blade.
2 successes 12 Damage Exactly two wound levels.
The sliding liquid metal flayed ribbons into the wrestler's flesh, more painful than deadly. It would take a deeper wound to kill the man but he was dripping blood and vulerable.
New round, so Rex and Ulf are up again.
