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Re: STD carrier I'm not going to play "my tragedy is better than yours". Let's focus on the mechanics. But why not? It's far easier to just touch someone or kiss/breathe on them (like some sort of pestilence carrying undead). I imagine, generally speaking, getting that extra step in privacy wouldn't be quite as easy. As I basically said, the former would be too slow for the scope of most games. Other "infections" could act faster, or even have immediately apparent non-lethal effects. Besides that, however, not all games are whiz-bang shoot-em-ups or four color slugfests. Sometimes the heroes die from things that don't quite present themselves in the open. ANYWAYS guys, this isn't a thread to discuss morality/sensitivity in. It's how to represent something with game mechanics.

Re: Ctrl+V The real cost would be making a city near to it. Also, how would we get past knocking all those trees with all the environmentalists these days.

Re: Ctrl+V It seems ... insensitive to me to have it in a game

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Re: STD carrier I guess the issue would be how much of a nuisance "Must engage in sexually intimate contact" would be. -1 at the least, in my opinion.

Re: "Neat" Pictures I haven't been to the coast in over five years. Man...I should really go back sometime.

Re: Ctrl+V Click…click…click…click..click, click, click,click,click A grainy grey image shifted up, then down, then centered for a blurry moment before the projector operator focused the lens. Bold black text on a grey background read “THE ROAD TO WAR!. After the title hung for a moment, a narrator read the words dramatically, and the scene shifted to show a young boy in an oversized ball cap tossing a baseball high into the air, catching it himself as it dropped. The young boy did this a few more times, eventually losing the ball over his yard’s wooden slat fence. As the boy poked his head over the fence to locate his ball, he found himself staring at his elderly neighbor, holding the ball, and wearing a large grin. “Here you are Tommy!” The balding, elderly man said, tossing Tommy the ball. “Your catch partner must have quite the arm to land the ball over here!” “Thanks Mr. Anderson!” Tommy said, receiving the ball. He looked over the fence, his freckled nose wrinkling as he squinted beneath his ball cap. “I don’t have a partner though. I’ve been playing by myself.” “Well, then the compliment is yours!” Mr. Anderson replied, resting a sweater sleeved arm atop the plank fence. “Why are you playing by yourself? Where are all the other boys today?” “Oh, they’re around.” He said. He dropped his head a bit before the next line. “It’s just, well, my dad and I always used to play together…” “Ah…” Mr. Anderson said, understanding the boy’s unspoken allusion. “Well, those times will come again young man. Your father is doing a great service for this country. Fighting in the war ensures that you’ll get to keep playing baseball, and going to school, and engaging in free enterprise once you’re older, don’t you know!” “I know all that Mr. Anderson.” Tommy said, looking back up. “But why did the war start? It’s been going on for as long as I can remember. And that’s close to seven years now!” A matter of fact tone highlighting his sentence. Mr. Anderson laughed. “Well, it has been quite some time. Let me tell you why we’re at war.” The music changed from a pleasant suburbia flute draw to a quick tempoed fluttering flute. The scene changed, switching from the suburbs to a stack of newspapers. Hands reached into the scene, grabbing a newspaper, one by one. As they did, the dates on the newspapers became successively earlier, starting at 1945 and working back to 1938. On the front page of the 1938 edition, the headline “MONOLITH REIGNS” dominated the top scrawl, and the music changed to an ominous tuba tune. “After the Great War,” Mr. Anderson’s voice broke in as black and white footage of soldiers from all nations fighting from trenches and rolling around in tanks played on the screen, “The Germans became very reclusive. They severed their ties with the True Confederate States of America, and built a huge steel wall around their land. Back then, the German Empire extended from Paris all the way to Russia.” The footage showed construction efforts, with destitute prisoners of the German Empire building the steel and cinder wall, while military officers stood, decorated, with arms crossed watching the labor. “Since both England and Germany had gotten a hold of Tesla’s Death Ray thanks to the Confederate Texas Ranger Marcus Carvey, they kept an uneasy truce for several decades.” Mr. Anderson’s voice accompanied images of German and English soldiers constructing and maintaining their own version of Tesla’s Death Ray. “Back here in North America, we had remained pretty safe from the conflict. But tragedy knows no borders, and come 1920, the whole world’s economy fell apart. Some people blame the war, and some people blame population booms and technology rushes. Whatever the case, the Great Depression was hard on everyone, from the Union to the Confederate States, all the way down to the True Confederates in the South. It was during this time that the Western Alliance out in California and the other western states was born—but that’s another story.” Families in rags wandered through deserts, fighting with each other over plots of land. Several California Desert Rangers sauntered across the screen, towing a line of illegal refugees from the eastern nations behind them. “As the world recovered, secretive Germany kept building, making terrible war machines and airships. They didn’t talk to anyone, and didn’t let anyone in or out of the great Steel Enclave. Germany’s actions came to be known as ‘The Great Silence’ to everyone else in the world.” The scene cut back to Mr. Anderson, who looked solemnly down at Tommy. “Then, Germany broke its silence.” A booming cymbal crash accompanied a vicious bass drum with horns and strings singing a dread marching tune as the dark visage of Monolith appeared on the screen. His face was obscured by a black facial mask, stretching from his forehead and wrapping around his chin. His eyes were dark, vacant holes, and the only feature the mask had was a small, rectangular cut where the man’s mouth would be located—if indeed it was a man who wore the dread mask. “That was the year Maggon Monolith, a dark priest of the Thule, became the Emperor of Germany, which he renamed ‘The Divine Realm of Thule.’ Following his inauguration, his men destroyed England’s Death Rays in one swift attack. Once the Death Rays had fallen, Monolith deployed his terrible airships and Siege Crawlers. That was the day the Second World War began.” Enormous treaded tanks crawled across the European country side, firing pulses of electrical energy as they rolled. The march continued, with Allied troops retreating across scorched battlefields. The shadow of a particularly massive airship stretched across the North African desert. The scene cut to show a handsome, smiling member of the Thule army, adorned in the black and red overcoat of the Thule Officers. The man had his hand on the controls of the massive airship, his chest puffed out in pride. The name “Spitzer” was visible on his officer’s placard. “Did Monolith attack America?” The scene cut back to Tommy, still clutching the baseball. “No, but he attacked our friends overseas. And when you attack our friends, it’s just like attacking us. That’s why in 1940 when the European Freedom Alliance called on the American Nations to come to their aid, we did!” “My aunt in Chicago always tells my mom we shouldn’t have helped.” Tommy said. “Isn’t helping the right thing to do?” “So what are we looking at here?” Jack asked. His voice was deep, and a slight rasp trailed his words. The grizzle in his voice was a left over from shouting orders to his fellow ranchers in Montana in his youth, and his fellow soldiers in adulthood. He rotated an upside-down photo to view it properly. “Big stuff, actually.” Henry began, lifting a picture of a thin white man sporting a fedora and smoking a pipe next to what Jack guessed was a rocket. “You know who this is?” He asked, holding the picture for the men to see. Jack and Leif glanced at each other, the photo, and then back at each other. Leif shrugged. “For Pete’s sake…” The older man started, shaking his head. “It’s J. Robert Oppenheimer, you Cretans.” “Take it easy Henry, I know Oppenheimer. Just didn’t recognize him.” Jack said, studying the picture. “Yeah, don’t get bent out of shape old man.” Leif agreed, craning his neck to view the picture over Jack’s shoulders. Leif was a shorter man, stocky and muscular. Most people took him for a sailor, or a Russian, though Leif could never quite figure out if there was a correlation between the two. “Alright, so what’s he do then?” Henry asked Leif, in a tone that didn’t suggest he believed him. “He’s…uh” Leif stammered, scratching the back of his dirty blond head. “He’s….gonna tell you. Tell ‘em Jack.” He said, swinging his arm wide and pointing at his friend. Jack chuckled. “Oppenheimer was a physicist. He was one of the guys on our side who had started working on harnessing energy from atoms. I remember a lot of the scientists we rescued from the Thule had wanted to meet him. I remember a lot of whispers about him…guys saying he could build something that would put Tesla’s Ray to shame. He died in the Purge, though.” Jack said, a hint of sadness in his gruff voice. The Purge was a mass extermination of scientists globally at the hands of Thule agents. Monolith had initiated the Purge in response to a Union led mission that destroyed his atomic research facilities. Cascade was the team leader of the operation, tasked with rescuing scientists who wanted asylum and executing those who were loyal to Monolith, as well as capturing or destroying all Thule research, equipment, and prototypes. His final objective was destroying the research facility. Monolith’s reasoning for the Purge was simple—if he couldn’t develop atomic energy, no one would. Jack thought back to the men he’d rescued. He could almost hear the heavily accented men discussing what life would be like outside of Monolith’s prison, dreaming of living by the sea with their families, or visiting the great cities of the American Nations. A pang of guilt overcame him as he recalled his broken promise to the men; that nothing would harm them in America. Henry’s voice brought Jack out of his thoughts. “Well, you’re part right. Oppenheimer is all you say of him. Except dead, that is.” Henry said, retrieving the photo from Cascade, replacing it with one showing Oppenheimer next to a long, horizontal rod, with various machines attached. “Whoa, what? Oppenheimer was confirmed dead in ’42.” Jack said in disbelief. “Yeah, I think I remember that.” Leif chimed in. “Crow put a bullet through his brain and dumped him off the coast of New York, I think. My brother wrote me about it while I was in France. Wasn’t sure why it was such a big deal at the time.” Leif spit the word ‘Crow’ with a venomous hiss. Crow was a common, derogatory term used to describe the black clad Thule agents and soldiers. “Aye, I thought that myself.” Henry said, handing Jack a report. “Turns out it was a cover-up. The Union boys knew the Crows would come a’callin for Oppenheimer, so they faked his death and shipped him off to some unknown island, along with all his research on atoms, and some prototype for a weapon. Thing is, only two people ever knew of the operation, outside the President. One fella was a ship captain, the other was told to round up Oppenheimer. The man who delivered Oppenheimer was told a few days later that he’d been killed by the Crows, and the captain was told to drop Oppenheimer and a team of scientists and builders off on a remote island—any of his choosing.” “This was to allow Oppenheimer to continue his research without fear of being knocked off by the Thule, I’m assuming?” Jack more stated than asked. He was leafing through the report on Oppenheimer’s disappearance. There was very little information, save that some ship captain of unknown name took Oppenheimer and an unknown group of scientists and construction workers to an unknown island in an unknown part of the Caribbean. “So where do we fit in?” “ I’ll get to that.” Henry said, taking a seat. “Oppenheimer was given a large sum of money to keep the captain employed, and silent. The captain was paid to bring in food, drinking water, research material for the scientists, and building material for the workers. He was told never to speak of the island, even if the President himself asked. If he did give up the secret, well…” Henry’s gesture made it clear the captain would not enjoy the consequences of revealing the secret. “So then what the hell’s the point? We got Oppenheimer screwin’ around on an island but we got no way to get to him? Classic Union foresight there, ladies and gentlemen.” Leif said sarcastically. Henry ignored the quip and continued. “Dr. Oppenheimer was tasked with finishing a project his men had started prior to the Purge. Some sort of atomic weapon. A beam or a bomb, I’m not sure. Once he was done, he was instructed to radio back for extraction. Oppenheimer was given a radio, which could be used only once. When activated, it would send a code of numbers to a Union agent in Cuba. The code tells the agent to pass along another set of numbers to an agent in Florida. Those numbers are the combination to a safe the ship captain was instructed to deliver to the Union embassy in Florida. And in that safe…” Henry said, nodding to Jack.

Re: Ctrl+V The banging on the hatch grows louder, more pronounced, the metal buckling in rounded bulges as rust crackles and creaks. It's unsettling how pronounced the blows are for someone on the rungs of a ladder; with the way it is jostling, it is not long. Kim gives Greg a look, but works at the pistol, glancing out to the streets and speaking quickly beneath her breath. CRACK! With a spray of rusted flakes and ruddy powder the hatch whips open on its hinges, Greg's reflexes kicking into high order. He is given pause, however; an eyeless face was expected, not the swollen and misshapen head that he is greeted with, bright red and warped at rounded swells--with a pair of red stalks emerging from empty sockets capped with bulbous ends. The thing shrieks a high pitched squeal that echoes across the rooftops, and Greg fires, a hole punched through the head and blowing out a mist of crimson moisture as flagella begin whipping about wildly from the hole.

Re: Ctrl+V Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

Re: Ctrl+V June 29th, 4:17 A.M. By the time some distance has been placed between the plant and your duo of transportation, the sky seems to have cleared back to a more reasonable doldrum of murky dark gray, clouds rumbling quietly far off to the northwestern horizon; from here, you make out a stray arc of lightning in that great distance, far from your present bearings. John sleeps, others soon slipping towards following in his wake. However, Jennifer presents a sound suggestion, and with the surviving ensemble both world and road weary, a small farmhouse five miles out from Defiance comes as the most practical resting point. Quaint, in its own way--once, at least. A two-story white wooden abode accompanied by a large red barn--plenty typical; all that remains of whatever had been parked in the driveway is a rusted heap which, at first glance, looked like a compost pile. Across the side of a cow-shaped mailbox faded gold lettering declares the 'Gibbons live here!'--the flag, made out to look like the cow's tail, is in the upright position. Whoever owned the place may well have been doing quite happily for themselves; the land surrounding the dilapidated little homestead had once been a rather expansive stretch of crops. What would have been a cornucopia of sustenance has been seen to by the rains long ago--all that remains are barren grounds and disintegrated foliage, and only the most stubborn of weed-like growth prevails over the furrows of topsoil; even the sediment seems to have been worn away, however, one step away from being a dust bowl. Derelict farming machinery is scattered about, rusted far beyond working order, now nothing more than oxidized sentinels. Within the barn proper are a collection of hay bales which have begun to decay, as well as an assortment of farming implements, tools, and a small work bench with an old ham radio left forgotten. Ample parking space for the bus for the time being--though a hole in the roof will doubtlessly leak precipitation should rain come. Outside, a rain barrel sits filled to the brim, almost coyly inviting some passerby to sample its contents. Right on the front porch to the home is a set of rusted-down deck furniture, with scattered shards of glass and porcelain underneath holes in the table. Each of the three front-facing windows is obscured with grime, and each has a flowerbed underneath it, empty. Still, once tried the front door is found unlocked, leading into a small living room with a fireplace. Plastic has been laid over all the furniture, and a thick layer of dust has settled over top the remainder; the whole place is cluttered, packed with knick-knacks, trophies, memorabilia and keepsakes, with pictures and paintings strewn over every open inch of the walls, continuing on up the stairwell to the second floor. Thick rugs overlap one another on the hard wood floor, reeking of cat piss and other indeterminate foulness--much of the odor originates from the kitchen, where a small mountain of dirty dishes has flourished into a wild fungal paradise, having crept across the counter-top and onto the tile floor. Right by the fridge is the door into the pantry, which you find still occupied with a fair number of canned and boxed goods. The remainder of the first floor consists of a cramped bedroom--dominated by a queen sized bed which makes it difficult to fully open the door--and a rustic-decorated bathroom and shower. Upstairs, another larger bedroom, and what looks to have been a study. A large antique desk is littered with letters, mostly credit card applications, bank statements, invoices, and other such materials which all seem related to the agricultural business. Inside the master bedroom is a king-sized bed lavishly cushioned, a large leather-bound bible resting on the nightstand beside it--paired well with the sizable crucifix positioned over the headboard. Inside the mailbox are the soggy and irretrievable remains of envelopes which rainwater has soaked countless times through the cracks. From outside, you can see that there is a crawlspace underneath the house, where a coiled garden hose and other yard utensils have been stowed. Within the barn, the ham radio is workable with Evan's expertise. There is a pitchfork, shovels, rakes--the basic things you might expect to find. A spare tire for a pickup truck still in reasonable condition, a large coil of barbed wire (roughly two hundred feet worth), and several containers of engine oil formulated for a tractor. Also found is an old box of shotgun shells, with four 12ga buckshot still loose inside. Above the fireplace is a long double-barreled breach-action shotgun hanging over two-dozen or so framed photographs and porcelain 'snow babies'. Most of the pictures seem to be of a trio of children looking happy. The shotgun has a firearm safety lock attached over the trigger. The fireplace has been boarded over, and a four hundred pound safe has been crammed against the boards. Inside the closet is a heavy coat, a bright orange vest and hat, and a locked gun safe. In addition, there is a long bag with an old metal detector inside; its battery shows signs of corrosion, but it seems to work.

Re: Ctrl+V Faygo Grape Soda

Re: STD carrier Admittedly, the former won't come into play within the span of most campaigns, but it'd be nice to at least see it included as an option.

Re: Ctrl+V The ring is 24 feet on a side and oriented on North, with the NW post in hex 0201 (hexes are counted W to E as 01xx, 02xx, 03xx; and N to S as xx01, xx02, xx03; even numbers are a half-step more South than odd numbers). Rily is in corner 0302; Sumo Queen is in corner 1109. They are 11 yards apart. TURN 1 The bell rings! Rily chooses All-Out Defense (+2 to Dodge) and moves forward 3 hexes, to 0504. Sumo Queen rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so doesn't have to All-Out Attack. She moves forward 5 hexes to 0706. They are now 3 yards from each other. Status 1: Rily: HP 14/14, FP 12/12 Sumo Queen 14/14, FP 12/12 TURN 2 Rily chooses Evaluate and Steps to 0604. Sumo Queen rolls against On the Edge and fails, so she must All-Out Attack. She chooses All-Out Attack, Strong and moves 2 yards to 0604 for a Slam. She rolls an 11 for a hit. Rily attempts to Parry and uses Feverish Defense (spending 1 FP) to give an additional +2 . . . he rolls an 14, failing! (He didn't retreat because he's a bit Overconfident and didn't think he'd need to). Rily does 1d-2 damage to Sumo Queen (14x2/100 = .28 or 1d-2) and rolls a 4! Sumo Queen does 1d+2 damage to Rily (12x2/100 =.28 or 1d-2, +2 for AoA, +2 for Sumo) and rolls an 8! Rily is knocked down, and takes a Major Wound. He rolls a 4 on his HT roll and is not stunned....but he is still knocked down from the Slam. Status 2: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 11/12 -- Lying Down Sumo Queen 10/14, FP 12/12 -- -4 Shock They are now in close combat with each other. TURN 3 Rily changes position to kneeling. Sumo Queen rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so she doesn't have to All-Out Attack. She also knows that Rily is in trouble, but she is also reeling from shock. She decides to go for it. Making an All-Out Attack, Determined. Using the +4 to offset the -4 Shock penalty. She's going for a Stamp Kick to the Leg. She must roll against Stamp Kick-10, (+4 AoA, -4 Shock, -2 Hit Loc: Leg). She rolls a 13 and misses, jamming her leg into the ground, and now must make a DX (-4 for Shock) roll or be off-balance. She rolls a 7...just making the roll. Status 3: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 11/12 -- Kneeling Sumo Queen 10/14, FP 12/12 TURN 4 Rily knows he's to do something serious, although he is a great grappler, he decides to take advantage of the fact that Sumo Queen can't defend from attacks and try and cripple a limb. He stands as his step and unleashes a Telegraphic Punch at Sumo Queen's right hand. He rolls against Karate-12 (+4 Telegraphic Attack, -4 Hit Loc: Hand), rolls a 5 and succeeds. Sumo Queen gets no defenses because of the All-Out Attack last round, so Rily rolls damage and gets a 5. That is just enough to cripple the hand. Sumo Queen must roll vs Health for Knockdown and Stunning. She rolls a 9 and stays up, but she is in great pain and has lost the use of her right hand. Sumo Queen rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so she doesn't have to All-Out Attack. Because of the shock penalty, she takes an All-Out Defense (Increased Dodge), and moves back two yards to 0805. Status 4: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 11/12 Sumo Queen 5/14, FP 12/12 TURN 5 Rily decides to press his advantage. He spends 1FP for a Giant Step. He moves two hexes to enter close combat with Sumo Queen and attempts to grapple her leg. He rolls against Wrestling-13 (-1 Hit Location), and rolls a 10, succeeding. Sumo Queen can't parry with only one hand, so tries a retreating dodge with Feverish Defense. She must roll under 16 (9 Dodge, +2 AoD, +2 Feverish Defense, +3 for Retreat). She rolls a 12 and steps into hex 0906. Sumo Queen rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so she doesn't have to All-Out Attack, but she's a bit desperate and is going to try the one maneuver that worked so well for her last time...an All Out Attack, Strong with a Slam. She rolls an 8, good enough to hit, even considering the -4 penalty to Sumo she gets for only having one hand. Rily, now taking her seriously as a Slammer, pulls out the stops. He does a Retreating Feverish Defense Dodge of Sumo Queen, rolling a 9. He steps into hex 0804, and Sumo Queen takes carries through her full movement to hex 0403. They are four hexes from each other. Status 5: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 9/12 Sumo Queen 5/14, FP 11/12 TURN 6 Rily notes that Sumo Queen is facing away from him and can't defend anyway. So he wants to capitalize on this situation. He'll make a Move and Attack (spending 1FP to use the Heroic Charge Option in order to offset the Move and Attack penalties) to get into close combat and make a grapple for Sumo Queen's leg. He rolls an 11 against his Wrestling-13 (14, -1 for Hit Loc) and grabs her leg with both hands--she has no defense. Sumo Queen rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so she doesn't have to All-Out Attack. Instead she tries to break free. This is a Quick Contest. Rily rolls against Wrestling-19 (14, +5 for grappling with two hands) and makes it by 11. Sumo Queen rolls against Sumo Wrestling-14 (13, +2 for Sumo, -1 for not having the use of one hand). She is very concerned about the state of affairs, so she decides to use her luck on this roll. She rolls three time getting 11, 12, 8. 8 is her best roll, making it by 6--not enough to break free. Status 6: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 8/12 Sumo Queen 5/14, FP 11/12 TURN 7 Rily uses his leg wrench technique. This is a Quick Contest. Rily rolls against Leg Wrench-15 (13, +2 for Wrestling), and makes it by 2. Sumo Queen rolls against ST-16 (12, +4 bonus against leg wrenches). She makes the roll by 10, and Rily does no damage. Sumo Queen rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so she doesn't have to All-Out Attack. Because she is grappled, she can't move...so she decides to punch Rily in the arm, she'll spend 1FP for Mighty Blows. Maybe she can hurt him enough to let her go. She rolls against Brawling-9 (13, -4 for being grappled). She rolls a 16 and misses. Status 7: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 8/12 Sumo Queen 5/14, FP 10/12 TURN 8 Rily continues to use his leg wrench technique. This is a Quick Contest. Rily rolls against Leg Wrench-15 (13, +2 for Wrestling), and makes it by 9. Sumo Queen rolls against ST-16 (12, +4 bonus against leg wrenches). She makes the roll by 6. Riley beats her and violently twists her leg doing swing cr damage as if his ST was 16 (13, +1 for Lifting ST, +2 Wrestling bonus)...that works out to 2d+2. Rily rolls and gets 11 pts of damage! Only 8pts will count, because that's all he needs to cripple Sumo Queen's leg with a disturbing snap. Since this is a Major Wound, Sumo Queen must make a HT vs Knockdown/Stunning. Rolling a 9, she isn't stunned, but the broken leg makes her fall down immediately. Sumo Queen is at negative HP, so she must make a HT roll or fall unconcious. She rolls a 7, so she is still up...but she is hurting really badly. On the ground, suffering shock penalties with a crippled leg and hand. She rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so she doesn't have to All-Out Attack. She decides the match is over, so she doesn't attack and yells out, "I give up!" Status 8: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 8/12 Sumo Queen -3/14, FP 10/12, -4 Shock Penalty TURN 9 Rily rolls against bloodlust and fails the roll with a 15. He kneels down and decides to shift his grip from Sumo Queen's leg to her neck. This is a Quick Contest. Rily rolls against Wrestling-17 (13, +3 for having more free hands), and makes it by 3. Sumo Queen rolls against Sumo Wrestling-9 (13, -4 shock penalty). She fails the roll by 5. Rily now has his hands around her kneck and is preparing to choke her. Sumo Queen is at negative HP, so she must make a HT roll or fall unconcious. She rolls a 9, so she is still up. She rolls against On the Edge sucessfully, so she doesn't have to All-Out Attack. She uses her one good hand to punch at Rily's right hand, spending 1FP for Mighty Blows. She rolls an 11, which is a miss. She needed a 5 (Brawling 13, -4 for Hit Loc, -4 for being Grappled). The crowd is reacting with a mixture of excitement and revulsion. Status 9: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 8/12 Sumo Queen -3/14, FP 9/12 TURN 10 Rily chokes the Sumo Queen. Rily rolls against Strength-16 (13, +1 for lifting ST, +2 Wrestling bonus), and makes it by 5. Sumo Queen rolls against Strenght-13 (12, +1 Lifting ST). She makes the roll by 2. Rily inflicts 3pts of damage to her neck which is multiplied by 1.5 for 4pts of damage, and Sumo Queen continues suffocating. Sumo Queen is at negative HP, so she must make a HT roll or fall unconcious. She rolls a 14 and passes out. The match is called, the bell rings, but Rily continues to choke Sumo Queen. Two guards pull him off of her and he is declared the winner. A doctor from Sumo Queen's camp pulls her out of the ring and starts administering medical aid. Rily looks menacingly at Norm Jackson...the man he will meet in combat tomorrow night. Status 10: Rily: HP 6/14, FP 8/12 Sumo Queen -7/14, FP 8/12, -4 Shock Penalty

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Re: Ctrl+V http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjSwhuB2A3Y

Re: What Are You Listening To Right Now? I was considering getting a Nightwish CD. Are they any good on the whole?

Re: What Are You Listening To Right Now? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjSwhuB2A3Y

Re: Ctrl+V Ancients get reduced to techno snobs so our plucky human heroes can save the day!

Be it an HIV infected human, or a sex demon with a vile malady, how would you stat up the harboring and ability to spread an STD in HERO 6th Edition? I'd like to see both a controllable and uncontrollable version, please.

Re: Ctrl+V Mosquitos

What are some examples of this in fiction? Two examples that come to mind are the Stargates from Stargate SG-1 and the Vaults from Fallout.

Re: Ctrl+V "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to the coffee," Dean corrected with a teasing smirk and took a long sip. Von rolled her eyes and punched him in the arm. He groaned with the coffee still in his mouth and shot her a glare then he chucked his thumb over to her and asked Bobby, "The hell you've been feeding her Bobby? Red punches like a machine gun," he winked playfully and took another satisfying pull from his mug. Sorcha stared expectantly at Von, sitting and swishing her tail in excitement. Von waved her hand at the dog dismissively and strode over to the corner, bending down and scooping up some dog kibble with a measuring cup. She dropped the food in the metal dish that used to be Rumsfeld's and Sorcha went to town, happily chomping down on her breakfast.

Re: Ctrl+V Interesting nickname for the developers. --- sternum

Re: Ctrl+V sebum