Quote of the Week from my gaming group...

[Fabricati]

And now we come to our new WWII Campaign, which we've been running a bit as an alternative to our modern champs game. A little lighter on the points (225), with a entirely new set of characters:

American Agent: He's a skillmonkey with a couple of nasty Ego-based tricks up his sleeve.
Lady Liberty: She has a mental killing attack. 'Nuff said.
The Professor: Imagine Professor Farnsworth in WWII. About like that, really.
U.S. Steel: An uneducated- but not unintelligent- high steel worker. Tricksy brick. Prefers his real name and rank- Pvt. Murray Coleman, and is pretty much the only guy on the team who does, apparently.
American Express: Yes. Seriously. He's a teleporting speedster. We don't leave home without him (because he's our CO).
The Sentinel: A Martial Artist who is telepathically bonded to his cape. The trick? It's also a radar array.

Best out-of-context:
GM: Polly want a blitzkrieg.

After listening to the GM do really bad German accents, one of the players notes that:
American Express (OOC): [In character] Some of us know German.
U.S. Steel (OOC): Not the GM.

The GM, trying to explain to American Agent what he's getting over his Mental Awarness what has Discriminatory, Analyze and Targeting:
GM: But [the minds] are kind of... funky.
American Agent: Like how?
GM: Like... Not quite human, but almost.
The Professor (OOC): They're lawyers.

[Greywind]

The only difference between a Locust and a Cicada is the size of the pilot's ego...

[Shadow Hawk]

Locust vs. Battlemaster:

Locust got behind Battlemaster, scored a lucky critical in the SRM6 ammo, and the Battlemaster blew up.

Locust pilot, now thinking he's invincible, charges a Warhammer. Warhammer hits locust with two PPC's in the center torso, Locust dies.
GM gives Locust player bonus points for his next character for being amusing.

[Vulcan]

Since someone PM'ed me about the unobtainium parasol...

In a fairly large battle, my Phoenix Hawk got caught in the open by a Battlemaster. I potshotted him with the large laser, and cringed waiting for the return fire. One of my friends says, "Wait a minute!" He mimes pulling out a miniature umbrella (like you'd find in a mixed drink ), opening it up, and handing it to me. "Here, you'll need this!" With nothing to loose, I mime taking it and holding it out against the oncoming fire.

Which all misses!

Sure, the Battlemaster got me next turn, but the legend of the Unobtainium Parasol lives on...

[ghost-angel]

The original Locust - I don't care what the books say - were Assault Mechs.

At least, every single Locust Pilot I've ever met acted like they were. . .
Especially if they fitted a pair of JJs on 'em. Nothing like a 20-ton DFA.

I caught a hovertank with that once. I don't think they expected the thing to hop. . . You'd think the green googly frog-eyes painted on the top would tip 'em off.

[Lucius]

Had a wonderful time at the Arsenal yesterday with Jkeown's Fantasy Hero game.

I was playing a variation on my Ranger Gord character.

We fought giant animated mushrooms that Gord, being a Ranger, recognized could release poisonous spores. So when one approaches, I say

"I'm backing away and continuing to fire arrows. I'm a Ranger, I fight at Range."

Lucius Alexander

The palindromedary informs anyone who may happen to care that we are experiencing technical difficulties and may be offline for a week or two, or not on as often as we'd like.

[Mephron]

From our Rifts game, run by Balabanto:

My character, the cheerfully batshitinsane dragon juicer Mindy (for those that don't know Rifts, a juicer uses immense amounts of superdrugs to boost their physical abilities past human max to ridiculous; Mindy's version also has dragon blood mixed in, which just makes it worse) is standing behind a barrier. A bunch of guys with brain implants that boost their abilities (and drive them crazy) are charging into town. Mindy has shown to be a huge fan of pre-Rifts rock music.

She also has a chainsaw that can cut through tanks.

When it comes her time to enter the fray, when most of them have gone past and she can attack from behind, she does so singing:

"Ever since I was a young girl
I heard the weapons call
From Chi-town down to Kingsdale
I must have learned them all
But there's one kind of weapon
I love above them all
This dragon-juicer chick
Sure wields a mean chainsaw!"

...death was painful, bloody, spurty and Mindy was laughing and singing the whole time.

"In a game that tends to be run as grim, gritty, and relentless, Mindy's cheerful lunacy is a bright spot."
"....of blood on a whitewashed wall."

[teh bunneh]

From last weekend's P4.NDO.R4 (Pulp Champions) game (run by our own Querysphinx)...

Cast:
Dr. Williams: Intrepid tomb-raider archaeologist, seeking to find proof for his theories of Atlantis.
Sam Sterling: An ex-Foreign Legionaire; tough-guy and gun-bunny.
Henri Octenshin: Biology grad student and master of Monkey-style kung fu.
Mr. Wilmott: Government agent and spy. Funding our expedition to the wilds of Central America.
Kiko Jones: Girl reporter looking for a scoop.
Hans Grumman (NPC): Belloch to Dr. Williams' Indiana.

Our heroes are in Guatamala, researching an insect-cult that seems to have ties with the strange goings-on in the rest of the world. For some reason, all of our characters are starting to slowly exhibit super powers...

Miss Jones has gained the ability to turn into a dragonfly-like woman, but only when near this magical temple. She's just rescued Henri from the top of the temple...
Jones: If we leave this place, I'll lose my powers and we'll fall!
Octenshin: ...OK, then. Fly low.

Dr. Williams has discovered, while bounding through the jungle, that he can leap great distances!
Williams: Awesome! I'm like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Archaeologist!

Sterling is being helped aboard an airship by Octenshin's pet orangutang:
Sterling: I don't want to be rescued by a monkey! It'll ruin my reputation!
Octenshin: Don't worry. We'll shave him and call him an NCO.
Sterling: Well, that's not so bad then.

Dr. Williams has a bit of a reputation:
Octenshin: I'm heading for the greatest concentration of chaos.
Grumman: Ah. Another one of Dr. Williams' proteges, I see.

Jones was shot and has been taken to the infirmary...
Williams: Don't worry about Jones. She's the toughest frail I've ever known!

[teh bunneh]

From my lovely bunny wife's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen/Women: 1938 game at Genghis Con last weekend:

Indiana Jones: I don't want to go down into a cave with Nazis coming up behind us!
The Shadow: It's OK. We have grenades!

Margo Lane: If we throw grenades in a narrow, enclosed cave, won't we get killed too?
The Shadow: Nah. We'll direct the explosions away from us.
Doc Savage: With what? Happy thoughts???

Margo (the Shadow's girlfriend) reveals a jealous streak:
Margo Lane: If Lamont tries to get too frisky with her, I'm going to find out what lurks in the heart...

Tarzan: I'm just happy to be someplace that doesn't reek of urine.

The heroes have to cross a lake of acid...
GM: Turns out, the water is only this -->.<-- deep.
Margo Lane: Oh. I could walk across that in my heels!

Indiana Jones holds up the party while keeping an eye out for people following the team...
Marion Ravenswood: Indy, what are you doing back there?
Indiana Jones: I'm protecting you from the Nazis!
Marion: What Nazis???

The Shadow: So the laws of physics are working perfectly?
Indiana Jones: Oh god! This is a Hero game -- that's bad!!!

The Shadow: The Shadow Knows... When to get out of the way!

Margo has been using a mystic artifact to heal people left and right...
Margo Lane: When I bring back the Voodoo Cross, Papa Loco is going to be mad!
Doc Savage (OOC): "When I loaned this to you, the tank was full!"

[NestorDRod]

because it's a myth. . .

Me: "A what?"

GA: "A myth! Myth! MYTH!"

Amazon: "Yes?"

Sorry. Couldn't help it.

[Shadow Hawk]

This weekend's DnD game had the king of Mhas offering us a reward for killing the dragon ravaging his kingdom. When we left the castle, the team's bard started singing (and we all joined in, much to the DM's disgust...)

We're off the slay the lizard,
The wonderful lizard of Mhas...

[AnotherSkip]

Stick had his problems, yes. His passive sonar couldn't see through a closed window, he couldn't read a dial instrument, he couldn't see a flashing red light, which made flying the team jet a little harrowing...

Yeah Superman replacment character in my homebrew campaign read part of the Ultimate book of Evil and clawed his own eyes out. He has enough power to get them fixed, but hasn't chosen to.

the Players have evil detecting sunglasses and offered to let the NPC Blind guy look though them, his response was:
"What good are these going to do me? Im Blind."

[bubba smith]

This weekend's DnD game had the king of Mhas offering us a reward for killing the dragon ravaging his kingdom. When we left the castle, the team's bard started singing (and we all joined in, much to the DM's disgust...)

We're off the slay the lizard,
The wonderful lizard of Mhas...

with THAT pun ,its no wonder he was disgusted

[AnotherSkip]

Since someone PM'ed me about the unobtainium parasol...

In a fairly large battle, my Phoenix Hawk got caught in the open by a Battlemaster. I potshotted him with the large laser, and cringed waiting for the return fire. One of my friends says, "Wait a minute!" He mimes pulling out a miniature umbrella (like you'd find in a mixed drink ), opening it up, and handing it to me. "Here, you'll need this!" With nothing to loose, I mime taking it and holding it out against the oncoming fire.

Which all misses!

Sure, the Battlemaster got me next turn, but the legend of the Unobtainium Parasol lives on...

The other night we were discussing what enables Navy Seals and Rangers to deflect bullets... Rubbing their trident or their patch... Yeah Battlemechs it does seem to be Unobtanium Parasols...

[OSAT]

OK, for those who cared...
Steel Knight: How am I supposed to top that?

either

1. Cheese
2. my parents told me i can do anything i put my mind to
3. can we hurry this up, i've got a date i don't want to be late for
4. I know that, you know I know that, I know you know that I know that, but do I know that I know that?
5. yea I do feel lucky, punk
6. LOOK AN OBVIOUS DISTRACTION!!!