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  1. JmOz

    Is it wrong to power game?

    So this thread has brought up a lot of feelings for me, and more than a few thoughts that could be projections. I have been around this system for a very long time. I have made hundreds of characters, some originals, a lot of homages, and a a number of adaptations. I have debated rules particulars about a variety of issues. I am personally attracted to the system because of the rules of F/X or more specifically how f/x is not tied to the mechanic of an ability, so a blast could be fire or electricity or ice, etc... I say these things to explain my Bias. One argument that has been repeated is in regard to NCM, What Assualt called the Batman Fallacy. This has always been one of the bigger ones, and it is founded on a couple misconceptions. 1) NCM is the maximum a human (non augmented) character can have. 4th edition books (and later editions) made it VERY clear that legendary characters can go above it. If Batman does not qualify as a legendary character... 2) The characteristic is what it says on the tin. This ties into what I said about f/x not being tied into a game mechanic. This misconception makes it so that people try to force a worst build based on a concept. In essence punish a player for playing Batman instead of Mutant batman... 3) Points matter. Two characters who spend similar points on similar abilities should be able to do similar stuff Just as an example, I decide to run a campaign where everyone is based on a version of Superboy. Superboy 1 is based on the original Clark Kent Superboy. He buys his strength as a characteristic Superboy 2 is based on the Reign of the Supermen Superboy. Because of this mentality he NEEDS to buy Telekinesis with no range. This of course costs him more endurance and 10 less strength for the same points, making him objectively worse character. However for all practical purposes it is the same super strength. This also fails point 3. So back to Batman, Batman is a character with many skills way above the norm. He is tougher, smarter, scarier, etc...than a normal human (based on what he DOES). Even though we are told OFTEN that he is a normal man who has trained hard, he is also often called "The Bat God" and for good reason. Now if we restrict the Batman player to making him under NCM, he will need to spend more points to meet the goals of the character concept. This is unfair to the player. You are at this point PUNISHING him for his concept. IMO skill levels are really more for heroic characters, especially the more expensive ones...Some will say that it's fine because that is the "cost" of the concept, I say that is unfair. So how do we make Batman so that he is as capable as a paranormal with powers based on being a "better human", simple, allow him to buy higher characteristics. Now, what does this all illustrate. The fact is that what we really need is to be "fair". Characters should be a similar level, built with the same basic theory on design...
    5 points
  2. With a name like that, you'd think he'd be able to, I dunno . . . strike some kind of bargain to get his vaccine.
    4 points
  3. I say old chap ! Frightfully spiffing don't you know ? If you are aware where that jolly ship the Mayflower sailed from, that is where the Tribble is now resident. My part of the country is in Tier 2. One cousin is in Tier 4 now and has the virus but is otherwise ok. I mentioned either in this thread or elsewhere that they had it and that was before the new restrictions kicked in. I'm fine and mum is fine. And thanks for anyone who was keeping us in their thoughts/prayers.
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  4. No Lucius Alexander The palindromedary concurs
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  5. Cancer

    In other news...

    More to the point, the dirty old broads know what you should be doing, and complain bitterly with you don't. You want 72 of those b*tching at you in your afterlife?
    2 points
  6. Old Man

    Coronavirus

    I'm pretty sure our resident Tribbles aren't in the London area, but given the hypercontagious covid mutation that has evolved there, I hope he and his mum will continue to take the necessary precautions until they get vaccinated.
    2 points
  7. Well, I mean its not immoral to powergame and its fine if the GM and players are okay with that. What isn't fun or good is trying to get an unfair or unwanted advantage over everyone else, and "win" by overwhelming the GM's scenario. Building to efficiency and using the system well is good -- I personally welcome that kind of thing as an interesting challenge, and a way to build scenarios. But if you're just in it to pwn everyone and everything, well maybe you should go play some other game.
    2 points
  8. My point about it being a "bogus argument" needs to be read in light of what I subsequently wrote. In the past "character concept" has been used to argue what I call the "Batman fallacy" - the notion that since Batman is "only human", he should be inferior, in terms of characteristics, to "real superheroes". It's a fallacy simply because in the source material, the majority of superbeings aren't superhuman in that area, except where that is specifically part of their powers, and in fact Batman is plausibly superior to most of them in those areas. So he is actually squarely in the middle, or even slightly superior, in those respects where people argue that he should be inferior. These days, people tend to use Hawkeye as an example instead. However, even there, he needs to be compared with, say, Hank Pym, the Wasp, the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. In most respects, he can easily be rated as superior to them. He's "only human" - but he is "more super" (in terms of characteristics) than a whole bunch of indisputable supers. (Pym is smarter, Quicksilver is faster and more agile, but neither are tougher or stronger... EDIT: except, of course, when Pym is in Giant-Man/Goliath form. But Hawkeye himself was Goliath for a while.) In fact, this was built into the original design of Champions - there was no nonsense about different character concepts imposing different constraints. If anything, it was a given that characters that were "only human" would routinely have better characteristics than "truly superpowered" ones. It was only the merger of Champions with entirely different games that introduced any confusion. But what truly makes it "bogus" is this: character concept is arbitrary. If a GM quibbles about whether or not a character build can be justified by concept - the concept can be changed. The issue is a diversion.
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  9. I don't disagree at all. My 60 points of Energy Blast should be about as powerful/useful as your 60 points of random skills, sciences, Knowledges, and modest amount of Martial Arts. But how many GM's successfully makes my 60 points about as powerful/useful as your 60 points?
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  10. Pulling the Dr Peppers out for a 3-D effect is genius. This is the Way... to the drink aisle. I'm here for Baby Soda.
    1 point
  11. But the sun is going down and Batman only comes out at night.
    1 point
  12. Cancer

    The Academics Thread

    You could set up a lab to measure it. Otherwise set up a simple model where you can estimate it. I've never seen one cracked open to see what's inside.
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  14. archer

    In other news...

    I disagree with the issues being tricky. Are you printing? Y/N Are you paying the author his royalty? Y/N
    1 point
  15. For anything that is a Carried weapon, I'd let them switch it out with any other Carried weapon of the same or smaller mass. For weapons with different ammunition types, I'd probably have the stats worked out beforehand so it's as easy as writing down which ammo they're loading. Optionally I'd let non-Carried weapons be switched out before a mission, which would take time and possibly a Mechanics roll. Another option is to spend Construction Points for more Mass Units than the robot can typically carry with its Chassis & Power Plant capacity; the capacity limits how much the robot can carry at any particular time, but the extras are for items the character keeps "back at base" and can swap those in and out as desired. A resource pool, more or less. Edit to add: In one of the games I played in back in the day, the GM created his own, fairly extensive, premade weapons list, and we drew from that for several campaigns. That can prove pretty helpful, plus there is at least one list of pre-created weapons in the book specifically for this purpose.
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  16. JmOz

    Paranoid Hero Files

    Professor Xavier and Charles Niles (The Chief from Doom Patrol)...I would not be surprised if Oracle had some to, but don't know of any story where she used the info...
    1 point
  17. unclevlad

    2020-2021 NFL Thread

    Yeah, they get to play on the longest night of the year. There is symbolism there for their fans.....
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  19. Sorry Jmoz but I’m going to have to disagree. 4th ed probably muddled NCM more than anything. What’s normal human for Heroic is a different assumption than for Superheroic.
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  20. *bites tongue* Nnno, we're good.
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  21. I did not. So... Professor X? Another thought for things to include in the files: Oddly personal comments. eg: "Wears too much antiperspirant." "Fond of classical music. Why?" "Eats a lot of donuts." "Did they know what they wanted when they got that haircut?"
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  22. Benita felt even more light headed than before, and was beginning to get nauseous by the time Oscar had left, throwing the divorce papers down on the concrete steps as he left the little house, cursing Benita at the top of his lungs all the way to his car. “Mama!” cooed Mariposa, “Please, Mama! Lie down. Rest. You look… your color, Mama; you are so pale…” “I am fine, Mari,” Benita spoke with that soft, tired ‘don’t worry about me; it’s nothing’ tone that a parent never truly gets away from when their children fret. “I have had a very exciting day for an old woman; that’s all.’ She was feeling dizzy, though, and she felt…. Hot. She could feel her body trying to cope with what felt like a heat overload, and she could feel heat radiating from herself. She took the excuse of humoring her daughter to drop unceremoniously on the couch. “Mama! You would have scolded me for ten minutes for doing that! Do you hear how the couch complains?!” Benita giggled. She was right, of course. The furniture took time to pay off; it wasn’t impossible to treat it properly. “Mama! Look! Look at yourself! You are shaking!” Benita looked at her hands. They were trembling, slightly. How foggy was her vision, now? Her hands did not belong to her. These were large, powerful hands. Certainly she had gained considerable muscle over the years, but the gains had stopped as she started getting closer to forty. Still, these hands— had she really become so strong? So big? She stared at them as they twisted and turned against the spinning room. Then she noticed the tear in her dress. The _tears_ in her dress! perhaps, because she had moved so quickly, and with such adrenaline, she had flexed far harder than intended? The sleeves of her autumn dress were split, and her muscled arms were visible. The shoulder stitching had torn loose as well; one shoulder had separated completely as her powerful trapezius bulged through it. She was not flexing now. She was barely conscious now. So…. why were her shoulders still bulging through her dress…? She got up and walked carefully to the full-length mirror next to the hallway, light-headed and unsteady. When she was finally able to comprehend what she saw, her eyes opened until they strained her face, and she didn’t blink again until her eyes were so dry they felt they might crack and peel. She was an extremely muscular woman; twenty years of bodybuilding will do that. She had gotten used to having to have her clothes altered, and given her budget, had gotten in the habit of modifying patterns and making her own clothes, which fit and hung better anyway than anything she would buy and have “let out.” But her dress— she had worn her favorite light autumn dress; the dress with the small, faintly-colored roses patterned across the fabric, to make herself feel more comfortable, more confident for the talk with Oscar-- had split at the seams and torn through the light fabric. Her neck and shoulders strained against it, and there were tears where her movements had caused her muscles to bulge rapidly. The neckline was torn into a modest but noticeable “V.” More alarming was the reflection of the room: it was… off, somehow. As if— if her viewpoint had changed— had she… was she taller?! The confusion was too much for her exhaustion, and she began to swoon. Mari helped her back to the couch, whereupon Benita relievedly poured herself, looked around, and passed out. When she came too, Oscar was gone. The signed papers had been picked up from the scatter on the stoop and placed on the china cabinet outside the kitchen (the small simple house had no defined “dining room,” but an open area that flowed from outside the kitchen to an area that a patterned rug defined as the “living room.”). Mariposa saw her mother stir and was upon her instantly. “Mama! I was starting to worry!” she said, her faltering grin making a poor showing at hiding her concern. “Mariposa….” Benita said, weakly, but with the warmth of a mother’s love and the tranquility of one who has awakened and seen that the nightmares were not real. “Sweet Butterfly. You worry too much about your Mama. I am fine. I am a big strong girl, and I can take care of myself, Mariposa. Relax. I am fine.” “Mama… what happened…?” “I suppose I had enough, Mari. I have had more than enough for many years. But… I don’t know, _Pollita_; I suppose you just… get used to it, maybe? But to see it… to see it when it was you, I… I was— there was so much, so much inside me, Mari, and it just came out… To see you in danger, it was more than I could stand. I just— I remember what I lost when….. I wanted to protect you, _Pollita_—“ “No, Mama! To you! What has happened to you?! You were so pale and unsteady-- when I tried to touch you, you were burning up!” Mari studied her mother’s face, looked closely at her eyes. “_Chinita_.” She finished up and spoke. “I don’t know what happened to you, Mama, but it has made you very tired. I think… I have a friend; she saw something on the news about a clinic—“ “I will be fine, Mari. Your fa— _Osca-- _…. He is gone; he has signed the papers?” “_Si_, Mama; he has signed the papers, but I am talking about what happened to _you_, Mama! Now come; _priso; pronto_, Mama. We have to get you to a doctor.” “Mari, stop! I have just— I have just had a very emotional day; I just need some rest—“ “_Deja ya de gufear_, Mama! I have already made the phone call! The doctor is a specialist, and he will see you. Either way, there is no charge for this—“ “A doctor with no charge? And you tell me _I_ am _gufear_?” “Please, Mama; just come in the car with me.” “Let me rest, Sweetie; Please. Let me rest, and I will come with you in the morning” Benita promised groggily. Mariposa called her boyfriend and told him she was staying with her mother that night.
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  23. Lord Liaden

    Coronavirus

    Omigod. This is how some of the elites are going to justify getting the vaccine early. Setting a good example.
    1 point
  24. archer

    In other news...

    Reminds me of the old joke where a suicide bomber martyrs himself then gets to Heaven and is met with George Washington who works him over with an axe handle for a while then Patrick Henry who works him over for a while...and on and on through 72 people. At the end of the process, the suicide bomber dragging himself, bloody and beaten, gets at long last to see the Creator to complain. He's told that he'd read a faulty translation: after martyring himself, he gets 72 Virginians. And that he needs to ready himself for tomorrow.
    1 point
  25. archer

    Coronavirus

    If only we had something like a national policy and national guidelines rather than throwing the vaccine out there and letting people come up with their own plans for distributing it fairly....
    1 point
  26. Pariah

    In other news...

    What's the big deal with virgins, anyway? I mean, trying to martyr yourself so that you can have 72 virgins in the afterlife? Is it just about the novelty? Why not 72 dirty old broads who know what the heck they're doing? I'll show myself out now.
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  27. True, but buying the military and police to make your claims stick is expensive.
    1 point
  28. Benita, too, was in shock. She stood there, holding the wrist of a stranger that she had known for over twenty years. She hadn’t thought; she wasn’t even certain that she had acted. Mariposa… He was going to strike Mariposa. Mariposa, who she loved dearly, perhaps even more than she loved herself. Mari, who was, for Benita, the living embodiment of all that was righteous in the world, all that was beautiful to her. She sat there, shaking, trying to figure out— to remember— what had happened. Was this shock? Was this— the shaking, the anger, the fear— was this adrenaline? She did not know, but her mind had finished processing and was beginning to play back what had happened: Oscar had moved to strike Mari, and without a thought— purely by reflex and the instinct to protect Mari— Benita had reached out as Oscar’s hand flew toward their daughter and seized his wrist, stopping his fierce backhanded slap in an instant. She pulled him around toward her, away from Mari and toward herself, jerked him off his feet and into the air and slammed him like a rag doll on his back across the table-- slammed him into it so hard that it had split the grain of the wood the length of the table and even the supporting framework underneath, dropping Oscar to the floor, where he now lay, gasping while his stunned diaphragm took stock of itself and tried to resume breathing. “Sign this, Papi.” Mariposa held out a pen and the papers, which rattled slightly in her shaking hands. Seeing her father come toward her like that—- her life, too, had changed forever. “Sign this, Papi. Sign this, and go to wherever it is that you go, go to whatever cheap young actress or dancer you can woo with stories of your ‘used to be;’ go find the woman who matches that sickening perfume— the woman you deserve, and do not come back, Papi. You will not ever deserve Mama; you will not ever deserve me! Sign this and _go_, and don’t come back, Papi.” Benita watched, devastated as the tears rolled down her daughter’s face. She thought about the years of abuse she had tried to hide from her. She found herself wishing for “should have done” and “could have been.” If only she had walked away years ago. But Mariposa… she needed a father, so Benita had stayed. Mari deserved a father. Benita was heartbroken to realize that it did not matter that she deserved one; she certainly never had one. Benita felt light-headed, exhausted, sluggish in body and mind. She was flushed, and too warm. She watched with only half her attention as Oscar struggled to his feet, took the papers from his daughter’s hand and threw them on the floor. Benita could see the coals in his eyes as he turned to face her. “You do not control me! This— this _child_ “ he spit as he gestured vaguely behind himself “does not control me! Does she speak for you? Are you such an empty puppet now that even your daughter tells you what to do? What manner of woman are you, Benita?! Are you even still a woman? Look at yourself! You spend all your days making yourself into a man, yet you still do not have what you need! What is strength without a spine?! You are no more than a simpering cow! You will _never_ presume to tell me what to—“ he drew his elbow back, hand clenching into a fist “you stupid bi-“ his attempted sucker punch never landed. The moment he tried to swing, Benita had grabbed him by his suit coat, turned slightly, and threw him over her shoulder and toward the stairs, where he landed in a crumpled heap. He rose, shaken, less bravado in his voice than before. “You don’t scare me, you ugly cow! You manly monster! I am not frightened of you! Leave! Leave my home at once! Begone, before you grow the horns and testicles befitting a bull of your size!” Benita turned to him, tears on her cheeks, and making no effort to pretend that his words did not hurt. “NO!” she screamed, with so much force that she surprised even herself. “No! This is _not_ your home! It is _my_ home! It is in _my_ name, because _I_ worked to get it! Two jobs I worked to support you while you did _nothing_! You _used_ me! You took my money and my home and lived a life all your own, all to yourself, doing who knows what with who knows who; doing as you pleased, when you pleased—“ She had never allowed herself to admit this before, and while her resolve did not waiver, the tears came faster and harder. “— when you pleased, with no regard for what I had to do to give you the clothes you wanted and the leisure you wanted, and never once did you have a hand in raising the child that —“ she stopped herself there. That, she would not say, not aloud, to anyone, ever. But she knew that she was right, and for the first time she had to admit that, too. The tears came even harder as her heart broke for her daughter. “You, Oscar D’vente Dominguez… You will get your slimy, lazy, cheating, using, hateful, dried-up shell of a make-believe man up those stairs, grab what you do not want to see burning on the front lawn, sign those papers, and leave _my_ house and _my_ daughter— _my family_— _alone_! We do not need you, Oscar Dominguez, and we do not want you, and we will never, ever see you again!” She started towards him, and wide-eyed, with his mouth agape, he scampered up the stairs.
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  29. Building inefficient characters is a mortal sin. It offends the gods of Champions.
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  30. Ranxerox

    Coronavirus

    Darn! Now I have to get an entirely new set of price quotes.
    1 point
  31. Yep. Probably as fried bread Elsewhere...
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  32. 30 days can't come soon enough.
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  33. Pariah

    Jokes

    Joe was a long haul trucker who'd been driving coast-to-coast for twenty years. Joe had no wife or family, so he'd often end up driving over the holidays. He didn't mind; he knew that if he was on the road, someone else could be at home with their loved ones. One Christmas morning, Joe pulled in to one of his favorite truck stops. Everyone there knew him, especially the morning server, Mavis. She and Joe had developed a remarkable friendship over the previous two decades. By his reckoning, Joe had spent more Christmas mornings with Mavis than with anyone else. She greeted him warmly when he came in. "Merry Christmas, Joe! The usual, hon?" "Merry Christmas to you, Mavis." Joe took off his trucker hat and sat down. "No, today I think I'd like to try something different. Can I get a menu, please?" "Sure thing, Joe," Mavis said, utterly surprised. In twenty years, she'd never known him to order anything but bacon and eggs with white toast and black coffee. She handed him a menu and gave him a few minutes to look it over. A few minutes later, he was ready to order. "I think I'd like to try the eggs Benedict. With orange juice, if that's all right." "Of course," Mavis said. "I'll have it for you in a jiffy." And sure enough, just a few minutes later she brought him his new breakfast with English muffins, poached eggs, and hollandaise sauce, with hash browns on the side, all on a fancy chrome plate, with a tall glass of cold orange juice. Joe thanked her and began to eat. Half an hour later, Joe had cleared his plate and was finishing off his second glass of orange juice. Mavis came by to check on him. "So, what do you think?" "That was fantastic, Mavis. I can't believe I've never tried that before." "I'm glad you liked it, Joe," she said with a smile. "I did have one question, though," he continued. "What's with the big shiny plate?" "Why, it's tradition, Joe," Mavis responded. "Don't you know there's no plate like chrome for the hollandaise?"
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  34. This is an issue I struggle with. The player bought a game that promised he could build "any character he can imagine". He imagines a genius skilled at nearly every intellectual pursuit, or a charmer who can bluff, persuade or charm his way past almost anything. Then he looks at the build options. For 5 points, he gets +1 to all skills in his chosen arena (+5 INT or +5 PRE), but he also becomes more perceptive, or more impressive. So he looks for other options. But they cost almost the same and accomplish markedly less - only one skill at a time, blowing the ability to use complementary skills or just make base INT or PRE rolls. Is the player wrong for wanting an efficient build for his character, or is the game wrong for not pricing that concept in a manner consistent with its benefits? IMO, either skill levels are overpriced or (more likely) INT, DEX and PRE are underpriced. We saw a similar issue a lot in pre-6e when we had that "highly trained normal human" who could either be constructed with high DEX or be built much less efficiently with combat skill levels. Change your concept or use an inefficient build and suck compared to other PCs. Not the recipe for a fun game. We still see it to some extent - try running a Batman or Daredevil with 4 SPD in a typical Champions game.
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  35. Good news! Got the rabbit ear back! Bad news! He yakked it up on the hood of the truck....
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  36. The most honest review I can pull off of the Hero Forge printed-in-color miniatures:
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  37. Personality Disorders are not contagious
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  38. Well literally it just means from another place. NYC is exotic to someone from Beaumont, Texas. Ah yes, the Tiffany Problem.
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  39. 1. By default, a VPP requires a skill roll to change the configuration of powers while in combat. 2. RSR can also be taken as a modifier on individual powers, or as a common modifier for the VPP, so that it applies to the activation of ALL powers. 3. The skill for #1 can be the same skill for #2. You *can* buy the advantage No Skill Roll Required on your VPP, but *also* buy Requires a Skill Roll as per point 2. They're totally separate. It's just not very efficient. JmOz, sure, if you take RSR as a common modifier on the VPP, you'll have to make the roll every time. However, if you've left the skill roll intact (and thus are NOT paying the +1 advantage to the control cost) for the VPP configuration...you've already got the skill covered, because you use the same skill. For the VPP configuration, you'll invest enough in the skill roll to cover the full Active Points you're paying for in the control cost. Well, OK, that's already likely giving you a decent roll...yeah, with a 60 point VPP, I'll buy *at least* a 20- skill, so I've got at least a 14-. So if I slap RSR as a common modifier on the powers...they're at 14-. And remember, this knocks down pool size...with no other limitation, instead of a 60 Pool, 60 Control VPP, you need only buy a 40 Real / 60 Control. So you're saving 20 right there. And hey, if you're not comfortable with 14- activations? Slap 4 of those 20 into your skill roll. The math: 1. 18 Int, so base roll is 13-. 2. Active Cost for the VPP will be 62, to allow 12d6 or 10d6 Reduced END. We'll also go with 1/2 phase to change the VPP. 3. Limited powers: Blast, RKA, and Flash, based on heat and/or light. Call this -1/2; this is a VPP-only modifier, like the half phase. Now: Config A: near-cosmic. No Skill Roll Required for the VPP, no skill roll for the powers. Pool size is 62. Control Cost is 31 * 5/2 * 2/3 (+1 1/2 for no skill roll required and half phase, -1/2 for limited powers) = 155 / 3 = 52. Skill roll cost = 0. Total cost = 114. Config B: Drop the No Skill Roll Required. Control Cost --> 31 * 3/2 * 2/3 = 31. So the VPP cost is now 93. To get a 14- skill roll on the VPP, you need a 20-, so 7 levels. That's 17 points. Total cost is 110. So the skill roll is saving you *4*. Not worth it. Config C, leave the skill roll on the VPP, add RSR as a common modifier. Pool size --> 41. Control cost --> 31 * 3/2 * 1/2... because the RSR common modifier *also* reduced the control cost...so it's now getting a -1 limitation at this point. So it's 31 * 3/4 = 23. Total cost: 64. For the skill roll, let's go with a 16-; we'll miss that roll 1 time in 50. That's 21 points. So the total points you'll need to spend on this VPP is 85. You're saving nearly 30. Config D, now I want to slap 62 points into attacks AND 60 points into defenses. So the control cost stays 62. If I use config C, with that 22- skill roll, my pool size only needs to be 82, so the whole VPP is 125. The near-cosmic would be 174. (I'd have to argue for a different Limited Powers limitation, but for convenience, let's say we still have a -1/2 here.) Because now, the 2 largest chunks of most power-based character sheets are getting a -1/2 limitation.
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  40. The flip side is that if a villain is manipulating the hero by threatening his DNPC, then protecting the DNPC is the easiest way to end the manipulation.
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  41. The word actually is surveying, but since we tend to associate that specifically with assigning artificial boundaries to parcels of land, we as a culture invent all kinds of "sort of words" for it instead. "Surveilling" is surprisingly common in usage. And it's _much_ more legitimized (if only through constant repetition) than "survizal." Yeah; there's a story there, but it's not much good if you don't know the guy.
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  43. Duke Bushido

    In other news...

    Sorry. Thought you were talking about Teen Titans Go there.... I mean, its so _right_ to have been about Teen Titans Go.....
    1 point
  44. tkdguy

    In other news...

    LOTR cast attempting to purchase Tolkien's home If they are successful, they plan to turn it into a literary center in Tolkien's honor.
    1 point
  45. Road to Perdition https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0257044/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Johnny Dangerously https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087507/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Battle Creek Brawl https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080436/?ref_=nv_sr_1
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  46. While directing is uneven and acting can be bad, and as screenwriting can be very unreliable, the one area that is rock solid amazing and perfect in almost every Hollywood film is the set design and costuming. Those guys break their backs trying to get every single detail right, even things you barely notice or will never see. That's where the real professionals work. All that CGI and the explosions just distract everyone from the solid, excellent jobs by unsung heroes.
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