Utterly Mad

 NOOOO!OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE!!! Ivan starts screaming in terror!

Sorry Seb. says Ivan sadly.He then goes to Zaweri and tells him Sorry for being cheeky,Zaweri. and then screams from the window SORRY IRVING! as he catches the Browning and just looks for targets,not shooting.

[[So a quick thing before the update, because none of ya'll can read apparently.]]

3. Browning Machine Gun, mounted outside of the driver's window [Mounted by Ivan!]

Muscle-Car Punks/Manned by: 3/Behind the RV/[MELTING: -3 HP per turn]

[[Even if Ivan wanted to turn Irving into swiss cheese he couldn't, the browning mounted on the driver's window would only hit targets on the left or front. Not behind. Sure he could've probably shot at the car as it was passing, but I would've still canceled the action on the basis of Ivan potentially team-killing someone this early in the game. But the only person that can really shoot at the muscle car is Drake with that minigun he's setting up.]]

Deliverance Co. Seba 3 Vs. The Crazies

Zaweri's Mad Mixtape: Iron Maiden- 2 Minutes To Midnight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sXPmz9b4lM
Irving: You struggle to climb up, but you manage to get a grip on the hood ornament and take caution not to get any of that hot-white thermite on you. The engine's roar gets louder as you realize the driver is speeding up! [YOU GOT A GRIP!] You take your hatchet and bury it into the car's melted armor as the muscle punk rams into the RV! Your whole body trembles with the amount of force you just absorbed. Slowly you regain your strength, and climb over to the driver's door, you see the bastard has a metal pipe out.

Flinging open the door you swing your cleaver! [YOU HIT HIM IN THE ARM!] You get a good angle on his arm, but you're still feeling pretty weak [-1 to damage roll]. [DAMAGE 8] Swinging with all your might you bury the sharp clever blade right into the driver's right arm! He screams as blood squirts out of the wound, painting the door, interior, steering wheel, dirt, and you in the bright red liquid!

EVERYONE!: The car behind you collides with the RV, [CRITICAL!] the RV takes 20 damage and begins to spin out of control! [Damage: 2] While the muscle car gets barely a dent in the hood.

Seb [Ivan and Seb Search the horizon] You sniff the air and use your elevated senses to detect some form of danger. Outside the battle is sheer chaos with no clear result being seen of any battle except for more smoke and fire piling onto the already burned fields. Suddenly you're thrust forward against the RVs console as the muscle car hits the back of the RV! As you recover you see three buggies all charging at you. On closer inspection you see they're filled with explosives!

Ivan [Ivan and Seb Search the horizon] Looking outside the window you see the chaotic battle raging on, Deliverance Co. vehicles getting ripped apart or boarded. You see several bodies, broken and bloodied covering the burned fields. Out to the left you see some small blurs quickly approaching the RV from the top of a hill, but before you can make out what they are you're thrown from your position and you hit the floor tumbling about on the ground!

Zaweri: You hit the gas, when you suddenly feel something collide with the RV from behind. Knocking you into the steering wheel, you can feel the RV begin to slide out from you!

Drake: You finish setting up the minigun, have fun buddy.

Enemies!

Muscle Car Punks: The driver screams in pain as Irving buries the cleaver into his arm! You can see that the other two punks are getting out of their seats and hopping on the roof, banging on the steel and crouching down, getting ready to pounce on the RV! The thermite melts into the engine a bit more!

Suicide Buggy: You can see the driver banging on the dashboard, hyped up on God knows what, he lets out a crazed laugh!

Suicide Buggy: The driver appears to have a spiked pipebomb in his hands, he is trying to light it with his cigarette.

Suicide Buggy: The driver is jumping around in his seat like a chimpanzee on Speed.

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Enemies:

Muscle-Car Punks/Manned by: 1/Behind the RV/[MELTING: -3 HP per turn]
Health: [39/50]
Driver Health: Health: [6/15]

Suicide Buggy/Manned by: 1/Left or Driver's side of the RV/Has the words: "KABOooOM" written on the windshield
Health: [10/10]

Suicide Buggy/Manned by: 1/Left or Driver's side of the RV/Has the words: "Pissed!@!!" written on the windshield
Health: [10/10]

Suicide Buggy/Manned by: 1/Left or Driver's side of the RV/Has the words: "DeD Meat" written on the windshield
Health: [10/10]

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The RV:

Health: [135/135]
Armor: [45/65]

Weapons

1. Grappling hook, mounted on left of the RV's roof.

2. Browning Machine Gun, mounted right outside the RV's roof access.
[Ammo: 44/50]

3. Browning Machine Gun, mounted outside of the driver's window [Mounted by Ivan!]
[Ammo: 44/50]

4. Harpoon Gun, mounted on the passenger window. (Passenger window is on the right of the RV)

5. Minigun, is being setup by Drake.


Morale: High
Radio Station: None

Chalk holds onto his Browning for dear life as the RV spins out of control, trying to steady himself. Seeing the blurs of the two muscle car punks as they prepare to board the vehicle, Chalk tries his best to fire his BFR at one of the thugs, futile as it may be to aim like this, from his point on the roof entrance. Whether or not it hits, he prepares himself for some CLOSE QUARTERS COMBAT.
"COME ON THEN, YOU PANSIES, GET ON OVER 'ERE!"

Seb clambered up the RV's roof access and spun the Browning around to take aim at the closest rigged buggy.  "What, you WANT bombs on wheels to get close to us?  LAY INTO 'EM!" he roared and depressed the trigger, sending a burst of fire at his target. 

[[Update tomorrow, better post yer' shit.]]