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The scuttlebutt had reached the ears of Jane late that very night, as she was finishing with her evening’s assignment. The words chilled her to the bone: Someone has murdered a whore. The chill was not because of any fear Jane had for her own safety. Something told her. She knew.

 

Jane found her way to the Essex Wharf and the Brown and Eagle Wool Warehouse and Schneider’s Cap Factory, where the body was found. Police shooed her several times away from the scene, but she had hoped to catch one glimpse of the victim… just to relieve the terrible premonition she had brewing within her breast.

 

Unfortunately, her fears were not relieved. They were confirmed. It was Polly.

Jane could contain herself no longer, and she could not handle the sight of the blood upon the ground. Jane staggered away from the scene, salty emissions watering the path, her matted brown hair flying behind her.

 

What kind of villain would do something like that to Polly? thought the distraught woman. She had no enemies in the world. Everyone loved her.

 

Jane rushed to her home, and she threw herself on the broken down mattress, the springs barely bouncing back. Her sobs were lost in the morning’s rising sun.

Reaching into her bed table drawer, Jane pulled out the slightly yellowed envelop. Removing the contents, Jane carefully unfolded the letter.

 

My dearest Jane,

 

She re-read the words once more. She had read them hundreds of times since he died. They never made her feel better, but that did not stop her. Those words of love and loyalty did not help now either. But she read them anyway.

 

A little over a week later, a second victim was found. It was another prostitute. Anne Chapman. Jane had not met her, but she had seen her around a couple of times. Chapman had been butchered. Two separate cuts across her throat. Her intestines had been removed from her abdomen and laid across her shoulder… among other hate-filled atrocities.

 

The rumors had been flying. Blame was being tossed to the Jews, to the insane, to Americans, to doctors, to demons themselves. Jane was not interested in the rumors. She was only concerned with living. Her priority was surviving in a London world infested by a predator weaving his way through the labyrinthine alleys and paths of the East End. A predator with a newly minted name …

 

Jack the Ripper.

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Captain Farver: If you'll look out the right windows, you'll see the 1939 New York World's Fair in progress. While this is an improvement over the dinosaurs we saw earlier, we still can't land here, so we're going to try again. Please remain calm, and pray.

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Alternately numb with grief or raging, he had gathered up his and Pendergast’s belongings from the hotel and had paid cash plus a hefty bribe to rent another car, avoiding the use of ID that Esposito could trace. He’d outfitted himself in black pants, sweater and watch cap, and smeared his face with camouflage. He carried his gun and plenty of ammo, a knife, candles, matches and a couple of electric lanterns --- and Fosco’s diabolical invention --- heading back up the hill in the middle of the night, lights out, crawling at about 5 mph.

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The scuttlebutt had reached the ears of Jane late that very night' date=' as she was finishing with her evening’s [i']assignment.[/i] The words chilled her to the bone: Someone has murdered a whore. The chill was not because of any fear Jane had for her own safety. Something told her. She knew.

 

Jane found her way to the Essex Wharf and the Brown and Eagle Wool Warehouse and Schneider’s Cap Factory, where the body was found. Police shooed her several times away from the scene, but she had hoped to catch one glimpse of the victim… just to relieve the terrible premonition she had brewing within her breast.

 

Unfortunately, her fears were not relieved. They were confirmed. It was Polly.

Jane could contain herself no longer, and she could not handle the sight of the blood upon the ground. Jane staggered away from the scene, salty emissions watering the path, her matted brown hair flying behind her.

 

What kind of villain would do something like that to Polly? thought the distraught woman. She had no enemies in the world. Everyone loved her.

 

Jane rushed to her home, and she threw herself on the broken down mattress, the springs barely bouncing back. Her sobs were lost in the morning’s rising sun.

Reaching into her bed table drawer, Jane pulled out the slightly yellowed envelop. Removing the contents, Jane carefully unfolded the letter.

 

My dearest Jane,

 

She re-read the words once more. She had read them hundreds of times since he died. They never made her feel better, but that did not stop her. Those words of love and loyalty did not help now either. But she read them anyway.

 

A little over a week later, a second victim was found. It was another prostitute. Anne Chapman. Jane had not met her, but she had seen her around a couple of times. Chapman had been butchered. Two separate cuts across her throat. Her intestines had been removed from her abdomen and laid across her shoulder… among other hate-filled atrocities.

 

The rumors had been flying. Blame was being tossed to the Jews, to the insane, to Americans, to doctors, to demons themselves. Jane was not interested in the rumors. She was only concerned with living. Her priority was surviving in a London world infested by a predator weaving his way through the labyrinthine alleys and paths of the East End. A predator with a newly minted name …

 

Jack the Ripper.

...I hope you aren't writing that fanfic...

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Warning: English Language.

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As I recall, that mail was very fine mesh modern steel. Might it qualify for something higher than DR4?

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THE BATMAN (600 pts) (as of the end of Dark Knight *SPOILER ALERT*)

 

ST 14 (40 pts)

DX 16 (120 pts)

IQ 14 (+6 to recover from surprise/mental stun; 80 pts)

HT 14 (+2 to rolls, +7 to recover from crippling injury/recover lost HP. heals 2 HP/success; 40 pts)

 

HP 18 (8 pts)

WILL 15 (+3 vs. fright/intimidate; 5 pts)

PER 16 (10 pts)

FP 15 (recover at 2x normal rate, lose at ½ rate; 3 pts)

 

BLOCK: 13 (Cloak)

PARRY: 13 (Cloak), 15 unarmed (½ penalty to parry 2/turn, +3 to retreating parry)

DODGE: 11

 

BASIC LIFT: 39 lbs

BASIC SPEED: 7.75 (5 pts)

DAMAGE: 1d+2 thrust, 3d swing, 2d-1 crushing with boots (½ penalty to rapid strike)

BASIC MOVE: 7

 

ADVANTAGES & PERKS (285 pts)

Allies (1; Alfred- 25% cost ally appears constantly; 4 pts)

Allies (1; the Bat-pod- 25% cost minion appears constantly; 6 pts)

Broken Chinese (2 pts)

Combat Reflexes (15 pts)

Contact (Gordon at skill 19, unreliable; 2 pts)

Cultural Familiarity (Chinese; 1 pt)

Eidetic Memory (5 pts)

Enhanced Defenses (+2 bare hands, +1 dodge; 25 pts)

Fearlessness (2 pts)

Gizmos (1/game session; 5 pts)

Independent Income (trust fund; 1 pt)

Luck (1/hour; 15 pts)

Night Vision 5 (5 pts)

Patron (Wayne Enterprises, provides equipment, secret; 15 pts)

Penetrating Voice (1 pt)

Signature Gear (bat cave; computer, hidden access/exits, laboratory, unusual location, uninterrupted power supply; 6 pts)

Smooth Operator (+1 reaction from con artists, politicians, salesmen; 15 pts)

Trained by a Master (30 pts)

Very Fit (15 pts)

Very Rapid Healing (15 pts)

Wealth (multimillionaire 2; 100 pts)

 

DISADVANTAGES & QUIRKS (-110 pts)

Enemies (Gotham City Police appears as a hunter quite often; -40 pts)

It’s All My Fault (includes higher purpose [save Gotham; 5], guilt complex [-5], sense of duty [everyone, -10], selfless [-5], vow [never kill; -5], workaholic [-5]; -25 pts)

Reputation (worthless playboy/dangerous vigilante; -2 to everyone; -10 pts)

Secret Identity (imprisonment if caught, high status; -30 pts)

Stubborn (-5 pts)

 

SKILLS/TL8 (100 pts)

Acting 14 (+1 talent; 2 pts)

Aerobatics 15 (1 pt)

Area Knowledge 14 (Gotham; 1 pt)

Broadsword 15 (1 pt)

Carousing 13 (+1 talent; 1 pt)

Climbing 16 (2 pts)

Cloak 16 (2 pts)

Detective! 14 (+1 talent to detect lies, savoir faire [police]; 24 pts)

Driving 16 (automobile; 2 pts)

Driving 15 (motorcycle; 1 pt)

Escape 15 (2 pts)

Explosives 13 (1 pt)

First Aid 14 (1 pt)

Fist! 16 (24 pts)

Gun 16 (pistol; 1 pt)

Hypnotism 14 (4 pts)

Intimidation 16 (+1 talent, +1 to surprise when yelling or roaring; 4 pts)

Invisibility Art 16 (8 pts)

Karate 18 (from Fist!; 8 pts)

Lifting 14 (2 pts)

Pickpocket 14 (1 pt)

Pilot 15 (Glider; 1 pt)

Stealth 16 (2 pts)

Streetwise 14 (from Detective!; +1 talent; 1 pt)

Tactics 13 (ground; 2 pts)

Thrown Weapons 16 (shuriken; 1 pt)

 

TECHNIQUES (4 pts)

Disarming 19 (2 pts)

Scaling 14 (2 pts)

 

EQUIPMENT

Bat-pod (ST/HP 33, Hnd/SR +4/2, HT 10f, Move 9/78, Lwt. 0.42, Load 0.2, SM 0, Occ. 1+1, DR 6, Range 150, Locations E2K)

- Gizmos (1/session)

- INNATE ATTACK: machine guns (range 200/2,000; 5d pi, acc 4, rof 15, recoil 2)

- PERK: intimidating design

 

Titanium Fiber Body Suit (body, limbs; 12/4, 6 lbs, LC 3, Notes [1,2,3])

Memory Cloth Heavy Cloak (DB 2, Weight 5, DR/HP 1/5, cape works as a Para-glider, Notes [1])

Gauntlets (hands; DR 8/2, fires a one use shuriken attack at STR10)

Steel Pot/Radio Headset (skull; 4 DR, 3.5lbs, 1 mile range, encrypted, LC4, 12 hrs)

-Attempting to remove this cowl inflicts damage equal to an Electro-laser pistol at touch range

 

Utility Harness

Magnetic Grapple Gun (2.5 lbs, x5/7 range, 300 lb weight allowance, uses pistol to hit)

Night Vision Goggles

Spy Camera (36 exposures, microfilm)

Portable Tool Kit (explosives TL5)

Shuriken x10 (1d-1 cut, Acc 1, .1 weight, Rof 1, Shots x10)

Fragmentation Grenade x2 (8d cr ex [10 yd], 2 lbs, Fuse 4, LC2, Notes [2])

 

 

REACTIONS

Personality: sense of duty (+2 if sense of duty is known), smooth operator (+1), stubborn (-1), workaholic (initially a +1, becomes a -1/-2 later)

Status: Rank 3 (+3)

Reputation: worthless playboy/dangerous vigilante (-2) to everybody all the time

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Am I the only one who feels like this conversation is going way off-base? They needed a camera. Stan gave them a camera. Aggie just said it was fair for the camera-lender to be credited for it. Whether or not Stan deserves to be blacklisted' date=' or if Lisa was right to try to encourage his forgiveness, is beside the point.[/quote']

 

That's not what they're arguing about. They're arguing about whether Lisa should even be talking to Stan in the first place.

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Bodie follows the man who sprints for the tree line. A low rumble fills the air, and he glances back toward the source. A rush of fast moving air almost pulls Bodie from his feet as the entire shack implodes.

 

Standing ten feet tall above where the shack once stood is a rat-like humanoid that glows with a sickly green aura. Centered on the ground between it's clawed feet is the book.

 

The peasant screams, drawing the attention of the monstrous rat-man before fainting dead away.

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Slouching into the chair, James Maybrick shuddered; the mild shakes had become common for the Liverpool-born cotton merchant, his hands trembling as they reached into his coat pocket for his red tin box. The medication he found within had long since stopped being effective, but that did not prevent him from swallowing them down with a gulp. Even the not-so subtle signs of arsenic poisoning that he had been exhibiting did not sway Maybrick. He was hooked.

 

Pulling his cloak and his top hat from his weakened body, an eerie calm had been overtaking him since he had dispatched the last whore. Her blood splattered the outfit he had been wearing, and necessitated his changing at his flat in Whitechapel. He could not be seen with the blood of a dirty whore staining his body. Not when the whore mother was nearby. That adulterous b%@#% would take the knowledge and destroy him, for sure. And that would not be acceptable until his crusade had been completed.

 

Removing the journal from its hiding place, Maybrick opened to the next page. In his arsenic-induced madness, he felt no concern over placing his thoughts and deeds into an incriminating document here in his own home at Battlecrease House. The cursed witch would never be as brazen as to step foot inside his study. He imagined asserting his will over the woman and her whore master. This was all her fault. The reign of terror that was Jack the Ripper was not necessary. It was Florence’s fault

 

Beginning to scribble in the old scrapbook he was masquerading as a journal, Maybrick’s hand shook. He hoped that the medicine would take effect soon. He was almost out. He must find more. He could not carry out his mission without them. Maybrick took another couple of his arsenic pills. These must start to work soon.

 

“Sir Jim,” a voice from the dark of the study rang through Maybrick. The name… Sir Jim… that he sometimes referred himself by felt foreign when spoken by another, but Maybrick did not turn to acknowledge the visitor. He knew who it was. He expected him.

 

After several minutes, “Go away,” Maybrick finally sputtered, the words barely escaping his lips.

 

“No, it is not time for me to leave yet, Sir Jim. Or shall I call you Sir Jack? I have to say, I have truly enjoyed the over-the-top coverage from the papers of your escapades. They have turned you into more than just a killer. They surely will make you infamous. I can hardly wait to read the next installment. And those letters to the police... genius! Pure genius!”

 

"I didn't write most of them," Maybrick said.

 

"Irrelevant. As far as the public knows, you wrote them all!"

 

Maybrick continued to write in the scrapbook. The memories of the Anne Chapman slaying were still fresh in his head. The warmth of the blood spurting from her throat as the cold steel of his knife sliced through the flesh. The look of fear in her eyes as she realized the days of her torturous existence would soon be ending. Oh, how he wished he had the strength to end the existence of the real villain of this piece. How easy it would be to move down the hallway to her room and put an end to the Ripper’s reign of terror once at for all. Without her, there would be no motive. There would be no need. Jack the Ripper could fade into the night like a creature from a childhood nightmare. But what then would he say to Bobo? Or to his sweet Gladys Evelyn? Surely these children needed their mother. Could he deprive them?

 

“You are still so lost in thought, James,” the mystery man said. “I truly did choose the proper man for this. We will change London forever. Jack the Ripper will be remembered… long after the names of the whores disappear from the world’s consciousness. Who would miss these dirty creatures?”

 

The hatred spewed from the man in the darkness as Maybrick slowed his hand. His own anger was subsiding, the arsenic finally making its presence in his body known.

 

“I see your pills are becoming in short supply,” he said. “I can help with that.”

 

A white hand reached out, coldly placing another tin filled with arsenic on the desk before Maybrick. The serial killer’s grateful glance toward his accomplice was all the payment he would make. Maybrick had money. He had stature. He had business associates. But none of them understood like this man did. He was as much of a soul mate as any friend could be.

 

“Remember, Sir Jim,” he said once again, “before you slip off into the escape of dreams, your next target has been chosen for you. It is time. The first two victims were in preparation for the true target. Next time that Jack the Ripper makes an appearance on the streets of Whitechapel, your victim will not be one of convenience. She has a name. You remember… don’t you?”

 

“Yes,” Maybrick said, his eyes drooping, his head slowly sagging. “Jane Sommersby.”

 

As Jack the Ripper softly slouched in his chair, the day’s events consumed by his unconscious, the man moved from the darkness, scooped the makeshift journal from the desk into his white hands, and returned it to its hiding place. Someone finding this confession would not do. Not for now.

 

With his green hair hidden beneath his hat, he did his best to contain the laughter that fought desperately to get out as he stared at the single playing card he grasped in his hand… the Joker. His grin spread, the yellowish tinted teeth invading his pale façade.

 

“Nighty-night, Sir Jim,” the Joker said.

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http://www.cracked.com/article_15788_the-top-25-men-who-look-like-old-lesbians.html

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