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  1. 8 points
    Pariah

    Funny pics

    Hurmmmm.
  2. 7 points
    Maybe we should try arming teachers with pencils, health care, and decent salaries first. Never mind, probably too radical.
  3. 7 points
    L. Marcus

    Expose your Superhero ID!

    Procrastination Man -- The Man Of Tomorrow!
  4. 6 points
    wcw43921

    Funny pics

  5. 6 points
  6. 6 points
    Starlord

    Black Panther with spoilers

    So.... Who thought M'baku's vegetarian joke was awesomely awesome?
  7. 5 points
    From last night's historical fantasy game. As part of their efforts to build an alliance against the evil Prince Kor, Our Heroes have been trying to facilitate a marriage between the Holy Roman Emperor Otto III, and Princess Zoe Porphyrogenita, daughter of the Byzantine Emperor. Things are going well, until Robert, King of the Franks shows up... GM: The French King looks around the room, spots the beautiful Princess Zoe, and makes a beeline over to start chatting her up. Geralt: (Irish Holy Warrior) Oh hell no! I step between them and politely suggest to King Robert that this isn't the Princess he's looking for. GM: Great, make me a High Society Roll to see how badly you step in it. [Geralt rolls a natural 18] [headdesk] Geralt: (angrily) "What do you think you're doing trying to make time with the Emperor's betrothed!?!?" ...followed by an exchange of Who Do You Think You Are's and Don't You Know Who I Am's, ending in... Geralt: ...And I deck him! And that, children, is how in 1001 France declared war on Ireland and sat out the war against the Antichrist.
  8. 5 points
    This movie sucked because it didn't have Otis in it.
  9. 5 points
    Michael Hopcroft

    Black Panther with spoilers

    I think the key to that, ironically, may have been Agent Ross. T'Challa's first renewed impression of Ross is that he's a cynic, a liar, and a bit of a toady. Whether Ross had been setting a trap for Klaue that was about to backfire horrifically or was genuinely following orders to obtain the Vibranium even if it meant enriching a murderous mercenary, he does not make a good first impression. The T'Challa does something surprising in refusing to let Ross die or become a quadriplegic, even after Klaue had given him his story of Wakanda. He did this even though he didn't know he wouldn;t be betrayed by "the white boy" again. Then Ross shows something remarkable -- gratitude. He sets aside his cynicism and fights for T'Challa's vision of Wakanda even though he is convinced T'Challa is dead. Even though his government would adore the chance to grab Wakandan technology for themselves. He overcomes cynicism and finds nobility, and to T'Challa this is something completely new -- an outsider in Wakanda who isn't out to gain power or make himself rich (as Klaue did). And in his way Killmonger was just as much an outsider as Ross. Before this, he had never even set foot in Wakanda. Everything he knew about it was dim memories passed on from his father -- who was an exile with a grudge -- and further shaped by what T'Challa's father had done to his. Presented with these conflicting examples, T'Challa was both smart and empathic enough (allowing KIllmonger to see the Wakanada sunrise before he died was a brave act of mercy) to realize that Wakanda would inevitably be exposed, and if so he might as well do it on his terms. Continuing the extreme isolation of tradition would be suicidal.
  10. 5 points
  11. 5 points
    I don't have a problem with Luthor's plan so much as I have a problem with this version of Batman. Batman, the ultimate Code vs Killing character, deciding to kill someone who has debuted stopping an alien invasion and then spent the next 18 months flying around the world doing good deeds because "he could go bad." Then acting on the decision without having even met the man. Even Waller would meet him and have "We're watching you conversation" before trying to sanction him. Batman, the most prepared , best researcher in the history of comics, having no knowledge of any other meta-human's existence and having to steal the information from Luthor, a man who has not discovered any hero's Secret ID in 60 plus years on comics. Batman, the ultimate stealth hero, who instead of tailing the Kryptonite to the warehouse and sneaking in to steal it, initiates a running gun battle through a major city using 50-cal machine guns and missiles. Batman, the world's greatest detective, not having a clue that someone was manipulating him or figuring out Luthor's plan faster than Lois did. So yeah given this incompetent Batman, Luthor's plan has a chance to succeed but it still shouldn't. No way does one senator get Luthor access to the Kryptonian ship without jumping through a lot of hoops and a background check from Hell which would probably show him as a risk. And even if he got access, he would never be allowed in without an escort or left unsupervised at any time. This is an actual alien spaceship that crashed to Earth as part of an invasion in a major metropolitan area. the security here would be so black, light would warp near it.
  12. 5 points
    IMHO if you can't describe your master plan within one paragraph, it's unnecessarily convoluted. If it requires several key parties to be gullible or stupid, it's inherently flawed. And as an aside, if you have to persuade people to believe in and cooperate with you, acting psychotic won't help.
  13. 4 points
    JohnTaber

    Serious Sale At Noble Knight Games!

    Hi Hero Geeks: Hope this is ok to post. Noble Knight Games is having like an 80% off sale on some products. There is a BUNCH of great Hero stuff for sale! https://www.nobleknight.com/ClearanceItems?CategoryId=1&ManufacturerId=39 Check it out!
  14. 4 points
    Cygnia

    Funny pics

  15. 4 points
    wcw43921

    Funny pics

  16. 4 points
    Last night's D&D game, our party finds the cavern where a white dragon is hanging from the ceiling over his (frozen-in-ice) horde. Player 1: Does the dragon see us? DM: Yes. It's looking at you. Player 2: Should we roll initiative? DM: Not yet. It's waiting to see what you're going to do. (long pause as nobody wants to set things in motion and get us all killed) Player 2: Okay, well, maybe I should walk into the room. (bored tour guide voice) And here, we have the dragon's chamber. You'll note the horde - feel free to add to it as you go through. Next on our tour is the southern tunnel... Player 3: And we're walking... we're walking...
  17. 4 points
    There are four questions I'd like to ask those folks: 1. If an athlete who doesn't like the President wins an event, or if an athlete who loves the President crashes and burns, is that karma too? If so, for what? 2. Vonn has publicly stated that she's dedicating her performances in these Games to the memory of her recently-deceased grandfather, who served in the Korean War. So I have to ask the detractors: Why do you hate our military? Why do you hate America? 3. What's the point of making the comments in the first place? Who benefits? Do you really think this will bring Lindsey Vonn around to your way of thinking? (Spoiler: It hasn't.) Or is this just a flimsy excuse to make yourself feel important by celebrating someone else's shortcomings? 4. What the **** is wrong with you, anyway? /rantmode
  18. 3 points
    death tribble

    In other news...

    If only there was a programme on TV or the Internet that could tell you about things like this. You could call it Fun with Flags.......
  19. 3 points
    Australians have no constitutional right to own sharks. Clearly an oversight.
  20. 3 points
    Well well. As it turns out, the POS...excuse me, POTUS...is also keen on inserting garrisons into our schools. Even worse: it instills a prisoner mentality in the children. Putting that burden on human beings during their formative years is a big no-no.
  21. 3 points
    Christougher

    Black Panther with spoilers

    Took our six year old to see it with us. He honestly cried when Panther went over the falls. But at the end of the movie, with Panther holding Killmonger, he asked, "Do you think he'll be sad that his friend is going away?" They NAILED this movie. Chris.
  22. 3 points
    Well, I'm old enough to remember the youth-driven protests to the Vietnam War, which polarized the United States. They displayed a lot of persistence. But that was an issue which affected them directly and personally. Kind of like this one.
  23. 3 points
    Just because a dude is really strong and is also nice, that doesn't mean he knows a damn thing about governing a country.
  24. 3 points
    mattingly

    Funny pics

    It's hard to keep your wiener straight when it's so cold out.
  25. 3 points
    Old Man

    Black Panther with spoilers

    I don't know, I saw parallels with certain recent events in real life that made it seem less implausible. Supposedly the original cut of this film was 4 hours long. I agree that parts of the film seemed a little rushed. Honestly one of the biggest triumphs of Black Panther is that they didn't eff it up. Because it would have been really, really easy to eff it up.
  26. 3 points
    Pariah

    Jokes

    An explosion last week killed a wild-living navy boiler man and he found himself in Hell. Being used to stoking fires and extremely hot temperatures, he found hell actually quite comfortable. When Satan went to check out the new arrival, he found him sitting in his room smiling. “You like this?” Satan asked. “Yes, sir,” said the sailor, “this feels like a spring day to me.” Not wanting the new guy to be too comfortable, Satan turned up the heat a bit. When he went back the next day to see how his new arrival was doing, the sailor was still happy; he hadn’t even broken a sweat. “I like this kind of weather,” he told Satan. For the next few days, Satan turned up the heat more and more, but each day the Sailor looked as comfortable as ever. By Sunday, Satan decided to try something different. Rather than turn up the heat even more, he turned it off and turned on the air conditioning. Icicles formed in the sailor’s room! When he checked on the guy, the room was icy and he was shivering, but he had a grin from ear to ear, bigger than ever. Satan was exasperated! “Why are YOU so happy?” he demanded from the sailor. “It’s FREEZING in here!” “Well, I’m from Cleveland," said the sailor, “and evidently the Browns just won the Super Bowl!”
  27. 3 points
    Killmonger is one of those villains who's "so right he's wrong" -- he sees a genuine problem (massive oppression of a particular class of people) and seeks to apply a terrible solution (ignite a global race war that would kill billions and leave the planet in ruins). In a sense he's reminiscent of Magneto, with his response to the hatred of mutants -- putting him in elite company among Marvel villains.
  28. 3 points
    "I am Barbie of Borg. You will be accessorized AND assimilated. It'll be fun!" Lucius Alexander I am Palindromedary of Borg. You will be assimilated coming and going.
  29. 3 points
    wcw43921

    Funny pics

  30. 3 points
    As I always say, "Like" is a measure of individual subjective response, not an objective measure of quality. Both are valid assessments to make, but they're not interchangeable. You can appreciate the skill with which an entertainment is made -- production values, dialogue, acting, etc. -- but very much dislike its style or subject matter. You can also really enjoy something while recognizing a lack of craftsmanship in how it's put together.
  31. 3 points
    Armory

    Black Panther with spoilers

    Probably should've stopped there. I saw it Saturday with my wife, who typically avoids MCU films like the plague, but she really wanted to see this one. Both of us loved it. It is a visual feast, it touches on relevant social themes, and the villain is relatable. It's a fun movie.
  32. 3 points
    death tribble

    In other news...

    Someone from my hometown has managed to visit the most northerly and southerly pubs in the world. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-devon-43056769
  33. 3 points
    Cancer

    In other news...

    Blasphemer.
  34. 2 points
    THe game has always shown humans to be within a pretty narrow range of abilities. Hero since very early on with books like Danger International has used normal characteristic max. That shows what humans can ordinarily be and that anything beyond that is -- get this -- super human. Its just... honestly its bizarre this discussion is even taking place. The places you go on the internet, when the most blatantly obvious and common sense stuff is challenged just because, I dunno, people feel defensive or something, or just contrary.
  35. 2 points
    Cancer

    In other news...

    It's full contact. Just watch games in Mexico or Italy. It'll make you wish you could purchase stocks in orthopedic surgery clinics.
  36. 2 points
    Old Man

    Funny pics

  37. 2 points
    Cassandra

    Glass cannon syndrome.

    If it wasn't for the Glass Cannon Syndrome we wouldn't have any CW heroes.
  38. 2 points
    "Teacher" isn't a class of person I trust with firearms around children. I mean, if we can't trust them not to sexually harass students, and can't trust their union not to force school districts to then reinstate the molesters, we probably shouldn't be arming them. (And this has happened more than once in recent years in my area.) Snark aside, the level of training required before I'd feel comfortable with armed teachers isn't something more than a minuscule number of teachers would go through, so why bother? Basic military training, police academy training, and certainly concealed carry permit training aren't enough IMO. You need some serious trigger time and stress training to be trusted in that situation IMO.
  39. 2 points
    RDU Neil

    Black Panther with spoilers

    For what it is worth, I saw Black Panther again, last night. It holds up remarkably well upon second viewing, with more time to really listen to every line, and what the characters are saying and how they are reacting. W'kabi, given just enough screen time to make the case for a certain faction in Wakanda that is already willing to project power outside their borders, overtly and with a mind to conquer, is very important. Killmonger simply taps into that particular drive, not being the lone aggressor by any means. In the end, with T'Challa realizing that each position has "some" truth and validity to its argument, he does, as Michael says above, "do it on his own terms"... avoiding continued isolationism, but not through aggression, through optimistic outreach. It is actually pretty clear that it is Nakia's position that he takes to heart and finds a way to implement. Other than noting one small plot hole (Did Killmonger really fly from South Korea to Central Africa in that crappy Cesna?) I found the movie even more enjoyable and moving than the first time I saw it. If Marvel movies tend to be "Genre x plus supers" then this was Shakesperean royal tragedy plus supers, done very well. I actually teared up a bit at the very end, on the basketball court, with the young boy asking T'Challa, "Who ARE you?"
  40. 2 points
    Tech

    Glass cannon syndrome.

    It depends on the players and the campaign. I have a problem with people expecting heroes with certain powers having to be a certain way. That's not the spirit of Champions; if I want to create a mentalist with a 35 PD and 35 ED, I can build it that way. If I want to build a martial artist with a 12 DEX, I can do that. I'm not suggesting those builds but I often bite my tongue when I hear players saying 'such-and-such characters are this way'. It takes away from the creativity allowed to a player. Now, for what Trencher said: Anyone else have trouble with glass cannon syndrome? It seems everywhere I look there are pc's and npc's who would go down if they get stunned for a round twice in a row. In fact the system encourages imo making high dex hard hitting characters or at best an controller of sorts. I kinda miss the human tank arch type who could take a lot of hits, get stunned for a round a couple of times but suddenly get back up if the enemy missed or wiffed an shot. I'm curious where he sees this happening in what books (it seems everywhere I look etc.). For myself, I've noticed it in a few books such as' Enemies for Hire' and 'Champions Worldwide' to name a couple. Now, if a player builds a character that is easily stunned, but is in concept, I hope the GM provides other means for the character to be important other than just another brawl.
  41. 2 points
    IndianaJoe3

    Glass cannon syndrome.

    I suppose it depends on the players. When I was in an active group. the rule of thumb was that even the DPS had to be able to take an average hit without being stunned, and 3 average hits without being knocked out.
  42. 2 points
    Well, to be fair, a well-rounded team of 6 supers only tends to need 1 solid tank (e.g. Hulk) and 1 off-tank (e.g. Captain America). The bulk of the rest of the team SHOULD be focused on damage ... and both damage dealers and support types tend to have glass jaws by their very natures. A good ratio (IMHO) tends to be 3 damage dealers of different disciplines (e.g. martial artist, flying energy projector, and maybe a gun guy?) and one support provider (e.g. buffer/debuffer or perhaps tactical support a la darkness, barriers, etc) .... or possibly 2 damage dealers and 2 support types if you want more versatility at the expense of longer fights. However, any way you cut it, that's often 4 squishies in a team of 6. Note that mentalists can be damage dealers, support, or both -- depending on build. Also note that when you add one to your team (who is likely a glass jaw much like Professor X), you also invite the GM to join the mentalist arms race, which will likely force more of a support role in order to defend the team from other mentalists. My point is that 2/3 of a well-rounded team tends to be squishy ... and while the off-tank can often soak 2-3 times the hits of the squishies, it won't be able to soak what the real tank can. Nor should it.
  43. 2 points
    (Good deeds of a past book come in the form of an unexpected sky blue savior!) I had grabbed the items I would need on the way, of course. A flare gun, a knife, and a note. Of course, the knife was the copy we made of Slice's. The note was a long term plan with a fallback of sort with a big assumption I was going to live. The flare gun? I was looking forward to that one. I chose a location near water but not where Mister Brute would think about, at least I hoped. Given our past encounter he might indeed be very aware of the lines under the city's surface, but the point was I had a chance to break ground, literally, and dive under that way if I had to. It also would provide Pinprick another option for escape. "You ready yet, Eel?" He called up from his position on the ledge. "Ready as I'll ever be," I nodded and embedded the knife into the note using it like a tack on a bulletin board. The note read: Mister Brute, I have what you want. Meet me at dawn tomorrow at the same location we met last time, and challenge me man to man, and you'll get it. We have all the independent heroes. So, you might as well give up on that. It's the only CURE for our current standoff. Any other option, anything else, and you could really FRACTURE your chances for retrieving it. Then I took the gun, and fired it straight up into the air, the trailing spiraled up, up, up and then bloomed into the shape of, some kind of generic tuna. I blinked and probably said something rather impolite. "Fish signal," Pinprick called out from his spot, "Yeah, that'll send em running." "It's supposed to look like a frickin' eel," I fumed, "I was very specific about that." Pinrpick's chortle didn't sound very supportive, "Yeah, that's your biggest problem." I grumbled, "Fine, let's get ready, you hide, they be here soon." And the worse thing is, the plan counted on it. Hiding for a six-inch-tall man isn't hard. Good news? Apocalyptic showed up. Bad news? Apocalyptic showed up. To my amusement, at least two of them didn't look good. Slice had a fresh costume, but her hair was still half burned, and I suspected her third degrees were still at least first degree. I shouldn't laugh, burns are some of the ugliest wounds you can get, but she was obviously a quick healer, and frankly, it was nice to see Firebug hit a worthy target for once. Firebug herself? Well, she flew so maybe it didn't matter as much, but I thought I saw some sort of support for that ankle I had broken earlier. Me? I was standing pretty fresh so, you know, I was going to die, but at least I could say they had good reason to hate me now. Mister Brute took lead before them, and spoke, "Why do I have a hard time trusting this? You're confident, and you're angry with us, but you're not a fool. Yet you send up a signal, and don't seem surprised it's us." "Thought I'd issue an invitation," I Jerked a thumb at the knife and note, "Wanted to be sure you found it." Mister Brute glanced at Slice and nodded. There was a rush past me, and then a blur past the other way. I held very still hoping she didn’t' try to stab me in the throat on her way by. The note was already in Mister Brute's hands. He wore a mask, but I liked to imagine that least part of what it said caught him off guard and maybe even made him nervous. That's right, Jerk, I know it's a cure and not a weapon. Then he began to tear it in half, then quarters. "Ridiculous," He snorted, "Why on Earth would I let you choose the time or place? Even if you really do have every independent superhero as you claim, I can just move to policemen. Or reporters, or whoever is unlucky enough to be handy. You fancy yourself a superhero. You and your team will do anything and everything to protect said innocents. It allows me the advantage of time, location, heck, maybe even players. You have nothing on me." "Except the knowledge of the very special someone in your life who so badly needs a Fumian cure for Cancer," I glanced at his team, "How do you guys feel about that? I mean, I hope he's paying you something, because you all seem relatively healthy. Well, maybe not you, Firebug. How's the ankle?" "You son of a –" Blue flames roared around her but Brute stilled her with a gesture. He was scrutinizing me, trying to figure out how much I really knew. I put on my best shuck and jive face and answered the unspoken question, "You think I can't learn things? The prize you seek told a lot. And we have some very good detectives on our team." In truth, the detective was Tornado, and while he was indeed good and looking into it, like the rest of us, he had his hands full, so we had no idea who Mister Brute was trying to save. I just knew whoever it was had to be precious in a personal way to a man who didn't otherwise value human life. But I sure wasn't going to let my ignorance show. I gave my best smug look. "So, that one on one looking better now?" I said. "No," he answered, "I don't know how you found out, I'm not even sure if you know as much as you claim, but I do know this whole encounter feels funny. You're chatting me up? Why?" Before I could answer, the Fumians did. A hologram appeared in front of him, a Fumian furiously ranting, his scaled face bulging with rage "We had a bargain! You are supposed to keep the superheroes off of us, and yet somehow they're tracking us down, we've lost over five reported merchants already, if they get the other ten you will find no help from your offspring from us, Mister Brute! He will die of his cancer. Is that what you wish? Now, I insist you-" Whatever the hologram was going onto say was interrupted, by me, as I charged through the hologram and body checked Mister Brute as hard as I could. I should have gone after Dice, but the others would follow Brute's lead, and I needed his attention on me. If it weren't for the distraction of the message, I wouldn't have been able to hit him flatfooted. But as it turned out, I drove him into his team mate Dice, who he clipped, before skidding another twenty feet and smashing into the corner of a building. The office was closed at this hour, another reason this area worked for me. Mister Brute rolled up quick like a professional athlete getting off the mat. Dice seemed startled and was slower. I got the feeling the luck bender wasn't used to getting dinged in these scuffles. I wanted Mister Brute to lose his temper, instead he called out, "Candle-wall Cuisinart, Miss S." "On it," Dice's eyes glowed. "Damn it," Firebug hissed as if she hated what was just said. Flames erupted from her as she rose up. I readied to dodge the fireball only to find out the flames were not targeting me, not directly anyway. A wall of red and yellow burst in a ring around me. I was surrounded in a circle of flame. I couldn't see beyond that. Then Slice was there, passing through the flames like a finger through candlelight. Her knives cut into my flesh, the replacement not as deeply. Later I would worry if she noticed the difference, right now I was just grateful I only had one gash in me rather than two deep ones. I readied to leap over and out of the ring of fire, only to slip! I freaking slipped and stumbled catching a part of my leg in the fire. Knives plunged into my back, direct thrusts this time, as I was a sitting duck for it. Bad luck, a flaming prison, and super speed cuts were all combining to trap me. I swung wildly and was rewarded with another cut, this one along my arm. Somewhere through the pain, my brain kicked in and reminded me I had a deux ex mystica in my pocket. I reached for it, "Istvha Mirro" I called out. And suddenly there were others of me scrambling around. Some in the flame, some in the circle, and some, I presumed from the comments of the villains, out of the circle. The duplicates worked well. I mean, the ones that were in the flame actually looked in pain, the ones with me struck various heroic swinging poses. I certainly couldn't tell the difference. They even had matching wounds. "Damn it, Dice, wake up!" I heard Mister Brute's frustrated yell. With a grin I realized that outside of my vision, Pinprick must have gone to work. His arrows, he had told me before, did a lot more than shrink folks. Enchanted, if he was telling me the truth, with the powers of Faerie, they could also put folks into deep sleep, or even act as love potions (Though he admitted to almost never using that option). Suddenly I wasn't having as much trouble getting up. I guess with Dice asleep, my bad luck had, for the moment, ended. Slice spent several attacks on my duplicates inflicting wounds that meant nothing to me upon them. This bought me plenty of time to leap out successfully at last, and land down outside of the flames. Unfortunately, Firebug wasn't in reach, and I didn't have Arctic Fox's protection anyway. She was currently shooting a rush of blue flame through one of the Eel copies which blackened and splintered the ground beneath it. Beneath it? That reminded me of the second part of my plan. I was lucking out so far. Was it too soon to engage in retreat? Yes, yes it was. And I wasn't going to leave without Pinrpick anyway. I had left Slime behind earlier. I wasn't going to do that to another hero ever again. The punch from Mister Brute sent me up against a wall twenty feet away hard enough to leave a divot. Mister Brute was dealing with me himself. "Slice, go rescue the Fumians, I can pluck this particular thorn in our collective side with my own two hands," He gave me a hard jab to the face, "Have you been practicing, boy?" My response was a right hook close to his ear and the comment of, "You tell me." The way it staggered him was gratifying. He swung back, but I sidestepped near an illusion of me, and he hit the wrong one. I had an advantage? Son of a gun, I had an advantage. Stepping in and out of the illusion closest to me that was mimicking my attacks anyway, I hammered a series of hooks, jabs and lunges. He fired back, but half of his blows were falling on the wrong target. He grabbed what he thought was my arm to put it in a lock only to find he had grabbed a true phantom limb. I rewarded him with a shot to his ribs. I might be able to beat him. "Firebug! Get Friendly!" He bellowed. That couldn't be good, I realized. Firebug had been trying to figure out which me was real with individual shots, even as she turned at the command, and let loose a fireball with Mister Brute himself as ground zero for the explosion. The flames probably hurt him, but it was clear he could take fire a lot better than I could and I was right next to him. I hate fire. And fire hates me. I felt my skin boil, while Mister Brute's biggest problem was that fancy hat of his was smoking and a comparatively mild set of burns. Worse, Mister Brute is smart. I saw a smile part his lips as his eyes danced even in the brightness of the flames and he pulled a round house on me that loosened my teeth and made me see stars. "What do you know, the flames go mostly through the illusions, but not you, nice tell," He grabbed me by the throat and slammed down to the ground beginning to snuff the life out of me. I punched once, twice, and feared my windpipe might give out. I wondered where Pinprick was, only to see he was dealing with Slice. Slice had tried to leave only to find herself with a small man on her shoulder. How he got there I don't know, but I did realize he was shooting her in the head, little arrows had nailed her like an acupuncturist gone mad. She was still full sized, which meant either somehow, she was immune to that effect or he didn't find it tactically sound to shrink her, so he couldn't use the difference to avoid her weapons. Still, those blades, if they hit, might cut him open like a great sword on a munchkin. And her precision wasn't slowed down much despite her injuries. Case in point, she whirled in a fast spin and Pinprick found himself hanging on for dear life. And I? I was about to lose the last of my oxygen. I hit, I kicked, and the ground shook, but I couldn't break his grip. He ignored the duplicates, and then another wave of fire hit us both. Things were turning gray. I was blacking out. "Firebug, help Slice shake that nuisance and go already! We lose the Fumians and we lose everything," Mister Brute snarled and began to beat me against the ground over and over. I think I felt blood behind my head, and I was pretty sure it was mine, "Where is the cure?" Pinprick cried out in pain and out of the corner of my eye I saw him get cut along his right side and flung off. Gasping, he fired an arrow at Mister Brute, trying to save me I suppose, though for a moment I had a nightmarish mental image of the man shrinking but still keeping hands around my throat and severing my head in a darkly comical fashion. Instead, nothing happened. "Whatever you're trying, imp," Mister Brute grit his teeth, "You'll find it doesn't work on me." That's when I shattered the asphalt and concrete beneath me. Bits of stone and rubble fell into the water below, the splashing sound was music to my ears and Mister Brute and I started to tumble. Then the bastard caught himself with a free hand, the other still around my neck. "Clever, Eel, but I'm not done with you yet," Mister Brute flung me away from the edge. Another three arrows bounced off him, and he snorted, "Pinprick, isn't it? Haven't we established you're having trouble affecting me?" I landed in heap a good thirty feet away landing in what had been a bus stop, grateful to take in air even if every breath hurt like the devil. Pinprick didn't look much better than I did. He was lucky that Firebug and Slice were already heading off (finally) to go aid the Fumians. Pinprick nodded, "You're absolutely right," And he shot another arrow in a high arc which shot past Mister Brute and landed instead between his legs at the bricks of the ledge. Bricks that shifted and shrunk to the size of children's toys. "Works pretty good on the stuff you're standing on though," Pinprick called out, "Eel! Bench him!" I grabbed a chunk of the bench I'd just broken through, and flung it at the tottering Mister Brute. It broke against him and shattered, but it was also enough force to send him tumbling down into the waters below. I meant those waters for my escape, but they might serve pretty nicely as his delay, "Brilliant, Pinprick. Can we get the hell out of here now?" "Kind of the plan," He shot another arrow to a flag pole and swung near me, "I'm being honest here, Eel. I'm losing blood with every step. How are you?" I took him in my hands, carrying him like a baby, not that I would ever describe it that way where he could hear me, and began to run. I tried to hop once, to get more distance, and then groaned in pain, "Okay, running it is." "You mean limping," Pinprick muttered, "Turn the corner, get out of visual first, then distance." I did as he said, and he was right, I was moving like a wounded wildebeest, "I outsmarted myself, was going to use the underground water so we're not as close to the beach as I'd like." "We're screwed then, yay," Pinprick said calling in, "Mabel, Firebug and Slice are on their way. nearest vehicle?" "All vehicles are getting wounded to safety, do you need one? I can redirect." Pinprick and I exchanged a look at each other, and both answered, "We're good." "Okay, if that changes, let us know," Mabel said, "And others are warned about the incoming ladies." Once that was over, I stumbled onto a street, one with far too many people on it. When there's a butcher with the ability to break tanks with his bare hands, five is too many. There was a hand on my shoulder, I jerked up and turned to see… a mailman. "Hey, you don't look so good," The skyblue uniformed postal worker said, "Your friend doesn't either." "Supervillain on our tails, cold blooded killer type, he's going to have more help shortly and I hate to sound like a wimp, but I can't take him alone. Any minute now he could come through the area and kill my friend or I. Y'all need to get out of here," I slurred. He opened up the back of his vehicle, "Get inside, both of you." "What?" I blinked in confusion, 'Look, my name is Eel, and I'm not sure you understand." "I know exactly who you are," And he pushed me through into the back to curl into a fetal position on a top of packages and bags yet to be delivered and closed the hatch behind me, "You're Eel, the Fish Guy. You're the man who held up a post office to save the stamp pounding lives of my brothers and sisters in the building. You held it when they got out. Then, you saved our Christmas bonuses and maybe even a job or three by keeping that building aloft long enough for them to salvage it. You didn't let the terrorists win. When you did that? Whether you realize it or not, you became one of us. " He didn't look back as he got into the driver's seat, not even a glance in the rearview mirror, which is good, because I'm sure the expression I wore was one of utter confusion bordering on W-T-H-edness. "You are my brother in blue, and today, you and your wounded team mate are also my packages. I will deliver you, and neither rain, nor sleet, nor jerkass villain will stay me from this sacred duty." He began to drive off, not gunning it, but there was such a profound look of dignity on his round face that I swore that if he were part of a parade, he'd be the guy holding the colors and that flag would never ever touch the ground. "Thanks," Was all I could think to say to the man who was making this a truly surreal moment, "Mister…?" I turned the ignorance into a question. "Postman Bert Newell, Letter Carrier Veteran for seven years running now," The man said, "You can call me Bert. Like I said, you're one of us," He drove on, "that guy you were talking about, he look like a cross between a 1930's mafia boss, the phantom of the opera, and a steroid junkie?" "That's him," I said, "He's in view of your mirror I take it?" "Yup, and he's ticked, but no one is getting hurt. It will probably never occur to him that you might be in here," He turned the corner, "We postal workers are easy to overlook. We are as constant as the sun in our movement, and just as often ignored, and yet still we bring what we can of our light to the world." He drew forth his CB like device, "This is Postman Bert Newell, I am going to be behind on deliveries today, please pivot someone else instead of me as I will be taking aforementioned greater time to complete the usual appointed route." "You are delayed?" Said a woman's voice, sounding like she had just heard the Pope declare he was skipping Mass this morning, "Are you feeling well, Bert?" "I'm fine," Bert said with resolve, "Honorary Postman Eel and one of his team mates is in my vehicle and injured. I'm helping them." "Bert, I'd ask you if you were joking but I know you don't have a sense of humor," The woman replied, "Permission for delay granted, and others will pivot if necessary. Tell Eel, well, hell, tell him we've got his back." "Roger that, Post Officer Janice," He said, and put the device down, "We've got you covered, Eel. Where to?" I needed water to heal more quickly, but I'd still regenerate albeit slower. Pinprick was worse off than I was. I looked at Bert, took a breath and told him to drop me off about a block away from the base. I was tempted to tell him to take me straight to the base and give its location and trust him, but it wasn't just my secret. And he was already taking a tremendous risk, "And drop us off behind a building or something so no one will see us if you can?" "You've got it, honorary postman Eel," He picked an empty area for an out of business carwash, allowing us a chance to slip out as he opened the hatch then stepped aside, "Consider yourself delivered." And he saluted me. Carefully shifting Pinprick to my left arm, I saluted back, "You serve your pony express ancestors proud, sir." I tried to say it with a straight face, because even if I was still baffled, I was grateful, and incredibly aware that his smuggling Pinprick and myself out had just saved our lives. He smiled at that, and puffed up a little, "Good luck from here on, I have to return to my duties." "Are all post officers as tough as you?" I asked him as he got behind the wheel and ready to pull off. He looked at me, "We're in a town with super-battles. The wimps wash out, the cream rises, and the men get separated from the boys. Or the women from the girls in the case of my sisters in the cause." "Of course," I nodded slowly, "I won't detain you any further from your appointed rounds." And he drove off. And I lurched on at the fasted shamble I could manage to get my friend to safety.
  44. 2 points
    RDU Neil

    Black Panther with spoilers

    I laughed so hard at that, and realizing that the overall movie version of M'baku was such a genius interpretation of "Man Ape"... wow. To see that Coogler didn't just ignore the stereotypical character from the comics, and instead reinvented him as such an interesting, badass and hilarious foil for T'Challa was one of those great moments in a movie full of them.
  45. 2 points
    LoneWolf

    Armor Encumbrance

    Are you already using the encumbrance and endurance rules? A suit of full plate weighs 40 kg, add a large shield for an additional 7 kg, plus a few more for all the other stuff the characters are carrying and you are easily over 50 kg. Unless you characters all have 18 STR this meanst they are taking -2 to their DCV/DEX rolls, as well as -2m of movement and paying 1 END per turn. This also means they lose 1 LTE per turn. If this is for heroic characters they pay 1 END for every 5 STR instead of 1 per 10. If you use the LTE rules this means the high STR character with a good SPD runs out of END very quickly. A character with an 18 STR and a 4 SPD uses 16 END per turn in just STR alone. If they are moving or doing other things that require END they can easily push this to 20+ END per turn. Unless they have over a 10 REC this means they lose 2 LTE per turn. Most combat focused characters have decent STR and above average SPD. Figure a character with an 18 STR and 3 SPD. They spend at least 12 END per turn when going full out in combat. That means they only last a few min. before they are exhausted. Out of combat they will probably need to reduce their SPD or they will be out of END all the time. Dropping down to a 2 SPD they can avoid exhausting themselves so quickly, but now are moving a lot slower. Most people don’t consider this, or ignore it. If you really want to keep amour in check this is one of the best ways.
  46. 2 points
    Hugh Neilson

    Focus

    I don't see it that mathematical. An OAF can be disarmed, rendered useless by Grab or Entangle, etc. It need not be unavailable for an extended period to be limiting.
  47. 2 points
    "They see me rollin, they hatin'..."
  48. 2 points
    death tribble

    NGD Scenes from a Hat

    The same thing he does every night. Try to take over the world !
  49. 2 points
    Starlord

    Black Panther with spoilers

    You know your life is going bad when Ragnarok comes twice.
  50. 2 points
    Hyper-Man

    Stunned without losing STUN?

    APG1 has a new Stunning option for Change Environment you should check out. I've posted more details on older threads of similar topic. [Notes: From APG1 page 83 - The Stunned effect lasts as long as the Change Environment is maintained (1 Turn*). However, when affected the victim gets to make a CON Roll immediately (at -6*), and if the roll succeeds the attack has no effect on him. If the roll fails, he gets to make an additional CON Roll every Phase he's affected at a cumulative +1 (so +1 on his second roll, +2 on his third, and so on). As soon as any roll succeeds, the power immediately stops affecting him and he has his full Phase in which to act.]
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