We all know this was coming as soon as I put it as an option, but boy am I happy. At this rate, we're gonna get the BEST ass in the world! The road will be steep, but I know we will make it! That said, the winning vote is of course...
Spoiler: Wait for it...
[X] Pelvic Thrust! (Use the Third-Arm Sash to Swing to higher and higher wheel brackets and carts. Skill Checks abound! Chance of Wu Mastery, ?)
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Now lets sway and swing to victory, and away from a pissed off girl! As nature intended!
ADVENT, TO THE TOP OF THE CHAPTER!
Was there even any question to it anymore? You needed your precious fuel to fly away into the sky when you returned to reality, and you just proved you could swing like a budding Spider-bro, was there even any doubt left to sway you?
It was time to swing.
DC Checks 1-5: 25 , 25, 28, 32, 40. Roll (2d12) + Third-Arm Sash (1d10) + Training! (1d6)- Interference (1d4) = 31, 25, 24. Two Passes, one Fail.
Recovery DC 20. Rolled... 27. PASS!
With a sharp pelvic thrust, the Third-Arm Sash was flung forward, gripping a massive rivet in the demented carousel you had found yourself on, before stepping off your platform without an ounce of fear. You felt the mythical material around you waist stretch bearing your weight, and at the very peak, you threw yourself up into the air, as it released its hold! You were flying without wings, spiting God with your ground bound form, you were...
Flying past the spot you were supposed to jump off on GOD DAMN YOU INTERNAL MONOLOGUE!
With curses on the tip of your tongue, you hastily activated your Jet-pack to to get back to the course, and not become a Flat-Jack against the ground below.
DC Check 5: Roll Flight Skill (3d20) + Mechanical advantage (1d10) - Interference (1d4) = 35. Fail.
Only to squawk in panic as you heard your engine sputter and cough like a 30 year old smoker, as no forward thrust moved you closer.
"Fuck, shit, crap, hell, mother-fu-!" You began to swear as you tried to reach backwards and grab your pack, before finding yourself falling faster than ever.
WHY DID YOU THINK THIS WAS FUNNY IN CARTOONS!
You had to do something! But what! Maybe...
[] IF YOU SWEAR LOUD ENOUGH IN A FOREST, SOMEONE HAS TO HEAR IT!
-Insert Swearing here
[] Start Flapping?
[] Swing! SWING CAUSE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!
[] Brace for Impact? Potentially lessen damage, land at the Back of the Carousel
[] Go Limp! This is supposed to work maybe? At least you'll leave an interesting Crater! Land at the Base of the Carousel
[] Build a Better Pack? SINK OR SWIM FLY OR DIE! Use Robotics Check, ?
[] Write-In
CHOOSE 2 OF THE ABOVE
END OF CHAPTER
The Dice giveth, the Dice take it away. You got within feet of the Wu, only for the rules and skill checks purposefully made against flying around the 'sun' to fuck us over. Ah well, such is life. Let's see if we pull a Wile E. Coyote or not.