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  2. 'Boy ! what a day !' 'In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the tiger sleeps tonight......' 'If you mess with these guys they will really raise a stink' And this is what happens when you play too much Grand Theft Auto, you want to try it out yourself
  3. It was pretty clear given the context. Nice research effort though. I was so used to using COM since the late 80s that I didn't even realize that it wasn't in the first Fantasy Hero edition.
  4. As a player, I would pay the points as required by default, unless the GM has provided campaign guidelines to tell me different. As GM, I would look at that point expenditure and expect to make those 2 points useful at some point in the course of the game, or tell the player that he can speak Japanese at no point cost. More likely the former - it is an important enough element of your vision of the character that you spent the points on it. If I took the latter approach, and it came up once or twice in the campaign, no big deal. Just like your background saying you're from Queens might allow me to set up a rivalry with a character from the Bronx, or a pre-campaign connection with another character raised in Queens, or both. The Doctor PC should have the perk. He should also have a variety of knowledge and professional skills. The question is really whether they should cost points, and then how much they should cost. If being a licensed MD will never have any actual in-game benefit, why does there need to be a point cost? Would you expect to charge points for an accountant being a designated CPA, or a welder having his trade ticket, or would that just be part of his background (and that free Everyman Professional Skill which is allowed for the character's job)? If neither is ever going to be valuable in-game, my answer is that neither should cost points. You get a character background at no point cost and it generates no significant in-game benefits, or you pay points for elements of your background and they carry in-game benefits. Feels like this has been said numerous times already. The player spending points on High Society is telling me "I want and expect this to come up in-game", just as much as his Reputation: Playboy complication tells me he expects that to come up in the campaign. By agreeing, as GM, that those are worth points, I have agreed that they will come up at some point in the game. Hopefully, the game runs long enough to build in all of those elements - if it ends after six months, perhaps not every aspect of every character, especially the small ones, will have received screen time. Sure, with a caveat. If the PC paid for SA, its benefits should be considerably greater than its drawbacks. If he only took the complication DF: Movie Star Handsome, that might work to his benefit on occasion, but should be problematic far more often than it is beneficial. If he took both, his good looks should be a drawback far more often than if he only took SA. Why ever update the game if everything that went before is a sacred cow? I think at least as many people who would have preferred to retain COM rather than change to SA would have preferred the retention of Figured Characteristics, so we should write that back in too, if only as an optional rule. I guess it should have both the option for OCV and DCV to be purchased separately, or to only change by their link to DEX and EGO, since both options are likely desired. And given the many house rules to give COM mechanical benefits, we should include all of those as options as well, right? Run that down through all of the game rules that have changed between editions (or even from 5e to 6e), and it seems like the books need to be a lot thicker to include all of those optional rules. Or is it only the things you like that need to get continued?
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  8. The Scouts Hold the Line 2017-  Marty Morgan rubbed his bald pate with a gloved hand. Age had taken his hair and carved lines in his face, but he was still fighting trim thanks to his gift. It burned calories like no one’s business. Finch, his wife, stood at his side. Gray strands of hair was the only difference he could see from when they had first met in ‘79. Who would have thought they would be together so long doing what they did. He looked to his right. Blue flame marked where the Lamplighters were doing what they were doing blocks away. He hoped they knew what they were doing. His kids were out there, and he wanted them to have a chance. “I, the Queen of Genn, the Sister of the Destroyer, the Mother of the Myriad, the Sun of a Million Lands, pronounce sentence on this miserable place for the crime of accepting my rebellious daughter as one of your own.” The image of a burning tree held up its prize in its grasp. The image covered the world so everyone could see what was going to happen. “You will all be exterminated just like this hero who tried to stop me.” The net around the Mark caught fire as magic poured down on him. He felt the green spark in his body being ripped out. Then he blew apart in a cloud of ash and smoke. Marty’s radio exploded in his ear. He gritted his teeth. Now was not the time to start losing it. “Everybody, pay attention,” he said. “We have to hold this line. Fliers, knock anything in the air that’s not one of ours down. Ground troops, keep their armies back as much as possible. We need to give the Lamplighters a chance to do their thing. Rangers, keep moving people out of the way. We don’t want to kill somebody by accident.” “I have to go,” said Finch. “Be careful,” said Marty. “I’m going to try to distract that thing until the Lamplighters can do what they can.” Finch moved to the edge of the roof. She vanished over the side. A streak of light appeared over the city. Marty frowned as he watched it head right at the center of the chaos. Then the giant hero known as M-37 punched the Queen of the Genn in the face with a metallic fist. That was a big distraction in Marty’s book. He needed to add to that. Purple pulses lit the night along the line. Air ships came apart as he watched the night sky. What was causing that? “I have some help over here, Marty,” said Scarrow on the radio. “We’re covering our point.” Another giant blasted through the air. Marty didn’t recognize him, but he was throwing blasts of energy into the Queen as he flew across the city. “He’s with us, Marty,” said the Scarrow. “Don’t shoot him.” Marty frowned. New players on the board were changing the positions. It looked like their mad scheme might work after all. All he had to do was keep his children safe, and the city by extension. “Mr. Multiverse is here on the ground,” said Plus. “He’s everywhere.” Marty expected that. Mr. Multiverse often showed up at events where there was a rip in the air. He only stayed around long enough to help out, and then he was gone. The Mark’s kids flew through the air. If the Mark couldn’t make a dent in Big Ugly, they couldn’t either. Other fliers joined them. Marty hoped none of them were his kids. He had to hold the line, and keep the air clear. If the Lamplighters were right, they would become targets soon enough. The Queen wasn’t going to let them pose a threat for long. “How’s it going?,” said a voice on his right. He looked down. A teenaged girl with dark hair and eyes smiled at him. “Name’s Sara. This is my brother, Moshe.” Moshe stood behind her. He scanned the air for danger as he tried to keep an eye on everything at once. “Our parents wanted us out of the way until they got done helping the Americans build their lamps,” said Sara. “Al-a-Din is down on the street with his butler and felt we should help you instead of getting in his way.” “That’s kind of him,” said Marty. “I’m trying to concentrate here. The goal is to protect the Lamplighters and keep the enemy confined close to the door. Can you do either of those things while I do what I have to do?” “I think so,” said Sara. She smiled. “What do you think, Moshe?” “I think we’re too close to the front line,” said Moshe. “I don’t think this is what Al-a- Din wanted.” “Concentrate on what’s going on,” said Marty. “We have to hold this line one way, or the other. If things get ugly, get clear.” “Don’t worry about us, old man,” said the girl. “We can handle walking trees.” “I don’t think that’s right,” said the boy. He flung blue balls of light across the roof. “Sorry, something moved over there.” “Need some light,” said Marty. Sara said a word. A column of light sprang into existence across the street. Trees with jack o’lantern faces looked around at the revealing fire. A rain of blue bolts fell on them before they could snuff the light out. “Keep doing that until the coast is clear,” said Marty. He sat down on the gravel of his base roof and concentrated. Marty started out his career as Animal Boy of the Hazard Scouts. His gift was the ability to summon animals to help him out. His foster family had brought him along on adventures until they were ambushed and for the most part wiped out. Barry Nicklaus, Mister Robot, spent ten years as a brain in a jar while Marty was figuring out how to survive without resources. As soon as Marty and his new friends had rescued him, he went back to solving problems with a new body. When the call went out, he had been the first to fly into New York to set up to repel the invasion. He had shifted to help the Lamplighters with his expertise while the rest of the newer generations of Scouts went about their business. Marty had originally only been able to summon animals. Then he had been able to summon mixes of two different animals. Then he had been able to move into imaginary animals after that. He crafted his summoning to keep the Queen busy. The Scouts had to hold the line while he worked. If the plan worked, he would be able to gather his extended family and take them home after a job well done. If it didn’t, he would go down fighting. Either way, he wasn’t giving up. “Are you okay?,” asked Sara. “Yes,” said Marty. He didn’t open his eyes. “Just keep the roofs clear while I cook up this surprise. It’ll take me a couple of minutes. It’s the biggest crafting I have ever done.” “Don’t worry,” said Sara. “We’re handling things.” Marty didn’t open his eyes to check the veracity of that statement. He needed to concentrate on what he was doing. He had been younger when he had started out. He hoped they knew better than he had. A roar answered his summons. He smiled. He opened his eyes as a wave of heated air washed over him. “What is that?,” asked Moshe. “The biggest distraction I could come up with,” said Marty. “Scouts, Behemoth is walking. Let him go by.” The summoned monster stomped forward, casually knocking aside any building in its way. The fins running down its back glowed in anger as it closed on the fight ahead. It roared its challenge at the Queen. “That is a big distraction,” said Moshe. “I don’t think I have seen anything bigger.” “Hopefully she hasn’t either,” said Marty. Weariness settled into his bones. He closed his eyes again. Maybe he had created too big a distraction. Maybe he should have tried for something a little smaller on scale. The roar of the big lizard was followed by the sound of burning air as it breathed on the Queen while still blocks away. “Are you all right?,” asked Sara. She said something else. Marty felt a tingling, but it wasn’t enough to get him back on his feet. “I just need a moment to rest,” said Marty. He knew that no matter what happened next, he was out of the fight. Calling on his monster had broken something inside. He could feel it. No one would be able to fix what he had done to himself. He was too old, and at the end of his life. He should have stayed home with his feet up and sipping Pepsi. Saving the world was a young man’s, person’s, game. “I can’t fix this,” said Sara. “I’m sorry.” “Everybody has problems,” said Marty. “Are we holding the line?” “I think so,” said Sara. “Your monster is forcing the tree people to defend their queen. They aren’t doing a good job of it from what I can see.” “The Mark’s girls are probably wrecking a lot of the mooks,” said Marty. “That’s what I expected.” “The Mark is dead,” said Moshe. “I didn’t expect that,” said Marty. “Doesn’t matter if we lose the fight.” If they lost, who was going to care how hard they fought, or who fell in battle. The human species would be forced to live under a yoke and possibly put on the path to extinction. He hadn’t joined the Scouts to let that happen. “It looks like we’re pushing them back, Marty,” said Corona in his earpiece. “That was some stunt you just pulled.” Corona and Ren had come out of retirement to help with this. Their son, Bond, was out there fighting with the other Scouts. She still looked like the blond girl from the poor side of town he had asked to move from Detroit to help him restart the Scouts after they had saved Barry. Ren had aged better than Marty. The former Animal Boy put it down to the magic he used to solve mysteries. Forty years had only given him some streaks of grey in his dark hair and a few wrinkles to go with the scars he had picked up in the battles they had waged. “The lines on the street have stabilized, Dad,” said his son, Mark. “We’ll need some more people on the street if we want to start pushing them back for real.” Marty tried to talk into his radio. There had to be something he could say to change things. His mouth was so dry. “I have a wedge of clear sky,” said Harmon, the Scarrow. “Darla says she can knock down anything flying too close to us.” Marty wondered who Darla was. He thought she had something to do with the second giant helping M-37. That made her the source of the purple lightning he had seen earlier. “Finch,” said Marty. He didn’t know if the radio would activate. He didn’t know how loud he was talking. “Can you hear me? I love you.” It would be beyond expectation to think she had heard him. He couldn’t do anything about it now. He had to hold on to give his monster time to do its work. If he died, his animal would expire too. He had to hold on to buy it time to do its job. “We’re ready to fire,” said Mark Hadron over the radio net. “Magicians, get ready to push.” Marty smiled. He only had to hold on until the Lamplighters did their job. He could do it for another ten seconds. “Counting down,” said Hadron. “Three...Two...One...Fire in the hole.” Blue flame pressed against Marty’s eyelids. He tried to turn his head, but he couldn’t. He grimaced as the light seemed to go on forever. Then it shut off and the night sky was back. “Mister Morgan?,” said Sara. “Can you hold on? It looks like we’re winning.” “Finch,” said Marty. “Can you find her?” “I’ll call,” said Sara. “We’ll get her for you.” Marty held his breath as he waited. He couldn’t open his eyes. He felt a hand touch his face. He smiled at the familiar calluses. “Here,” said Finch. “I love you,” said Marty. “Thank you for the time you’ve given me.” “Hospital,” said Finch. “I’m broken on the inside,” said Marty. “It’s my time, and no one can change that. I just wanted to say goodbye before I go.” “Love you,” said Finch. The city of New York lit up in a display of blue flames at Martin Morgan’s passing. His gargantuan creation went with him as it became thunderous clouds casting random lightning that broke apart over the ocean. His unknowing enemy, the Queen of Genn, looked down at the hole in her body in shock. A giant fist punched her back into her cloud door. Chanting closed the door as the various magicians summoned into action cast their spells to fill the hole in the boundary between worlds. The fighting continued for a bit, but the children of the Genn were beaten with their queen sent home, and no way to distract the Mark’s daughters. They were rounded up and sent home to get rid of them. The Scouts gathered where Finch had covered Marty with his jacket. Others like the Robot Rangers arrived to report in after the action was done. The city’s emergency services were taking over, surveying the damage. Tanner Lerner and his cousin, Darla, stood at the back of the crowd. A blond man in a dun coat stood with them. He puffed on his cigar as he watched things with his squinty eyes. “So we didn’t save everybody,” said Tanner. “Couldn’t be expected to,” said the man in the dun coat. “You two still did okay considering.” “If you can call running across the country and nearly getting killed fighting someone that killed the Mark okay,” said Darla. “What the frack was that?” “It needed doing,” said Tanner. “Exactly,” said the man in the dun coat. “Some things need doing. Have a safe trip back home. I doubt things will be this bad for a while. This Earth has beaten two menaces from beyond. The others might decide to leave us alone for a bit.” “What if they don’t, Mister Mysterious Mister Who Likes Crappy Smelling Smokes?,” asked Darla. “You’re the heroes who have to fight for the world,” said the man in the dun coat. “I’m just a nobody comedy relief.” He raised his cigar in a goodbye gesture and walked away. //235931
  9. Yeah although it is amusing to me to watch people argue that leaving in an existing Hero stat that has been in the game since the first typewritten pages before 1st edition is somehow excessive or adding too much.
  10. I have a surprising number of actual sheets, I have a lot more records/copies of powersets on sheets of paper (the player obviously had the paper record). I am amazed at how many of them I managed to preserve....
  11. To my memory, I had a few standard configurations that were designed for particular situations. The background was that he was one of a fleet of android police that flew around the galaxy imposing order. They had to be completely adaptable to do their job. I remember him calling out the name of a form and using that until going to another one. He rarely changed too much in the course of a combat but that ability to completely change from a fully tooled out Energy Blaster to a Brick in the blink of an eye was strangely effective (even if he was a second string EB and a second string brick).
  12. My friend had been playing a martial artist quite heavily for a few years and wanted to try something completely different. As far as a dodgy costume goes - we have one friend who was not only art challenged but colour challenged. It is a truly awful character costume - we still talk about how awful. It still lurks within the character folder.... 🙂
  13. I do indeed have the additional sheets - I remember seeing them there - it was indeed DI and Desolid. Complicated stuff. 🙂 We were at the point of seriously playing around with the system...
  14. You know what I hate about myself? I know what people taste like. I know babies taste the best.
  15. Watched Season 4 of Lucifer on Netflix. If you liked the first three seasons, it's very much more of the same. They didn't take advantage of the new format to inject more adult content, b/c they wanted to keep it more family friendly. Just added a couple of naked butts here and there. The new addition to the cast this season was very entertaining, hoping they bring her back next season. In the middle of the second season of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. Still pretty decent.
  16. Now this is exam the sort of thing I was wondering about. Now just need the ground pounders represented
  17. This is just a cool use of the standard character sheet pose. The background adds a lot.
  18. Thank you, thank you. That industrial design class instilled into me, a fascination with shiny metallic surfaces and how to portray them. That class was heavy on technique. So the results came out nice, but again the character was nothing special. I used the same skill, but a straight industrial marker technique for this character, who was another “play once and the file away build.
  19. "Tulip, the monster that terrorizes my people lives across the river. Alas, I cannot reach him, for the water is two feet deep, and I would surely drown. I want to enlist your help in hunting down the creature and saving my people." "Uhhh... Well, you know, I wanna help, but numbers on hands don't really have any connection to shadow monsters and I'm not really a saving kind of person, I'm more of a... self-looking-ish person. Self... ish? Hm... huh, that is not the word I wanna use."
  20. Seduction Skill appeared in the former four products I mentioned, but not the latter two. Both Greywind and Gnome Body (important) accurately determined what I originally meant from context.
  21. Good sir, it pains my heart to inform you that you have happened upon this thread almost five pages late.
  22. Have things scarier than giants around. Have walls more than 40 metres outside the areas you want to secure. People can teleport in, but they are stuck in an outside courtyard. Detection spells for magic (invisibility, shrinking and other stuff). Suppression fields for magic. (Personal immunity for your own magic, naturally.) You can't protect an entire country, or even your own lands, but homes and castles are another matter.
  23. Since I'm moving, and my apartment was striped nearly to the bare walls only to discover the new apartment wouldn't be available for another 2-3 weeks, I warmed up my Netflix and watched the first episode of Tidying Up with Marie Kondo. Marie Kondo is a Japanese decluttering expert and consultant, a stern taskmaster, and possibly the cutest adult on the planet. Not in the sexual way -- just mind-meltingly cute. The series will apparently involve her (and her interpreter -- Ms. Kondo does not speak English) intervening in the lives of families displaying the methodology she uses to help people simplify their lives by "seeking joy" and shedding those parts of their lives (particularly possessions) that do not meet that criteria. The idea is that if you don't keep stuff that doesn't make you happy, you'll live a better life. I'm tempted to take the opportunity of the move to go through a process like that, but then again if I shed everything that does not bring me joy I'd have nothing at all.
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