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Most of Murphy's Laws of Combat and 70 Maxims of Maximumly Effective Mercenaries can be adapted in some form or another.
 
http://schlockmercenary.wikia.com/wiki/The_Seventy_Maxims_of_Maximally_Effective_Mercenaries
 
http://www.murphys-laws.com/murphy/murphy-war.html
 
Especially if the Press is your Enemy (funny how those two words can easily be interchanged).

The old Adventures of Tin-Tin cartoon series.
 
Sin City
 

So apparently the reasoning behind converting solid objects into data-packets and transmitting is that the gravitic tidal forces of the wormhole would rip whatever was in the wormhole to shreds (this was apparently explained in one of the episodes).

Sorta like some people like Mayonnaise on their cheeseburger and others think it's too much.
 
I can dig it.
 
EDIT: And yes, I just compared wormhole physics to a cheeseburger.

There is are some scenarios where it makes sense:
 
What if it cost less energy to down into energy and transferring that energy through a smaller wormhole and reassembling it on the other side than to create a wormhole big enough to move the object itself?
 
What if creating a wormhole of that size caused the wormhole to be unstable?
 
Especially when your wormhole is across such great distances.

Most of Murphy's Laws of Combat and 70 Maxims of Maximumly Effective Mercenaries can be adapted in some form or another.
 
http://schlockmercenary.wikia.com/wiki/The_Seventy_Maxims_of_Maximally_Effective_Mercenaries
 
http://www.murphys-laws.com/murphy/murphy-war.html
 
Especially if the Press is your Enemy (funny how those two words can easily be interchanged).

The difference between a Super Villain and a Villain is presentation.
 
 

But don't ask how unless you want a broken jaw.

When your mind conflates several of the forum titles as Top 10 Terrorist Takeovers, perhaps you need to take a rest.

I started playing DnD when I was 10 years old.
 
My RPG experience is old enough to drink.
 

Text I sent to my wife today while I was at work:
 

The best I can share is an incident from our Pathfinder Game...
 
The Party:
Othar Deltrothus, Gentleman Explorer - Half-Elf Gear Head from Pure Steam
Shantara Swiftstaff - Half-Elf Bard/Fighter that will be taking the Dervish Presitige Class
Veleda the Huntress - Human Ranger with a Monkey named Spanky as an animal companion
Belanon, Scourge of the Undead - Cleric of Pelor
The PC's had been sent to look for a Precursor Artifact to help kill a Vampire who was trying to become a God. The person sending them was a Demonic Oracle. Their search took them to a Hobgoblin Crypt to find the remains of a Hob Archaeologist who specialized in Precursor MagiTech so they could find said Artifact. There they found and killed a strangely powered-up Gelatinous Cube. Inside the cube they found a small glowing orb.
 
I explained to the players that the orb is a fragment of a Demon Soul, typically created when a Demon is not powerful enough to resist having a piece of it soul sheered off. Basically a Long-Term investment, as the Soul-Shard grants control over the Demon much like knowing its True Name.
 
When they holed up for the night, they heard a whisper coming from the Orb. It was the Demon Oracle.
 
"It's about time, I thought you'd never find my Soul Shard."
 
Othar: "I thought we were looking for the Sun Stone?"
 
"You forgot rule number one. Demons Lie, Dumb-a$$."
 
Othar: "I'm really starting to like her."
 
Me: "Is that because I'm role-playing her the way I think you act?"
 
Othar's Player: "And you are doing a wonderful job!"

The best I can share is an incident from our Pathfinder Game...
 
The Party:
Othar Deltrothus, Gentleman Explorer - Half-Elf Gear Head from Pure Steam
Shantara Swiftstaff - Half-Elf Bard/Fighter that will be taking the Dervish Presitige Class
Veleda the Huntress - Human Ranger with a Monkey named Spanky as an animal companion
Belanon, Scourge of the Undead - Cleric of Pelor
The PC's had been sent to look for a Precursor Artifact to help kill a Vampire who was trying to become a God. The person sending them was a Demonic Oracle. Their search took them to a Hobgoblin Crypt to find the remains of a Hob Archaeologist who specialized in Precursor MagiTech so they could find said Artifact. There they found and killed a strangely powered-up Gelatinous Cube. Inside the cube they found a small glowing orb.
 
I explained to the players that the orb is a fragment of a Demon Soul, typically created when a Demon is not powerful enough to resist having a piece of it soul sheered off. Basically a Long-Term investment, as the Soul-Shard grants control over the Demon much like knowing its True Name.
 
When they holed up for the night, they heard a whisper coming from the Orb. It was the Demon Oracle.
 
"It's about time, I thought you'd never find my Soul Shard."
 
Othar: "I thought we were looking for the Sun Stone?"
 
"You forgot rule number one. Demons Lie, Dumb-a$$."
 
Othar: "I'm really starting to like her."
 
Me: "Is that because I'm role-playing her the way I think you act?"
 
Othar's Player: "And you are doing a wonderful job!"

The best I can share is an incident from our Pathfinder Game...
 
The Party:
Othar Deltrothus, Gentleman Explorer - Half-Elf Gear Head from Pure Steam
Shantara Swiftstaff - Half-Elf Bard/Fighter that will be taking the Dervish Presitige Class
Veleda the Huntress - Human Ranger with a Monkey named Spanky as an animal companion
Belanon, Scourge of the Undead - Cleric of Pelor
The PC's had been sent to look for a Precursor Artifact to help kill a Vampire who was trying to become a God. The person sending them was a Demonic Oracle. Their search took them to a Hobgoblin Crypt to find the remains of a Hob Archaeologist who specialized in Precursor MagiTech so they could find said Artifact. There they found and killed a strangely powered-up Gelatinous Cube. Inside the cube they found a small glowing orb.
 
I explained to the players that the orb is a fragment of a Demon Soul, typically created when a Demon is not powerful enough to resist having a piece of it soul sheered off. Basically a Long-Term investment, as the Soul-Shard grants control over the Demon much like knowing its True Name.
 
When they holed up for the night, they heard a whisper coming from the Orb. It was the Demon Oracle.
 
"It's about time, I thought you'd never find my Soul Shard."
 
Othar: "I thought we were looking for the Sun Stone?"
 
"You forgot rule number one. Demons Lie, Dumb-a$$."
 
Othar: "I'm really starting to like her."
 
Me: "Is that because I'm role-playing her the way I think you act?"
 
Othar's Player: "And you are doing a wonderful job!"

Practically anything is effortless if you practice it enough.

The part that always got me...he really made nice paintings. I mean really nice. I watch a whole episode and am amazed. it all seemed so effortless. 

Hey, I've liked Mr. Happy Trees since the 1980s.

Concepts I Must Use in an RPG Someday, Part 1178:
 
Throw-Away Line from an NPC:
 
"Oh yeah, (establishment name). They're like an Ikea for military hardware."

Ewwwwwwww...only a Drhoz post could be so disturbingly hilarious ( ).
 
 
Major Tom 2009

Looking back, I realized that I never posted about the A-Team at the PRIMUS base.  All of this takes place before the heroes ran into the Grief Tyrant and McGinty. 
 
The heroes arrived at the PRIMUS base to find the members of A-Team waiting either outside the building or just inside the open vehicle bay.  The heroes had brought Major Justice (NPC flying brick stick-in-the-mud who applied to join Just Cause) along just in case.
 
While the front-line fighters on both teams engage each other, A-Bomb (actor with radiation powers) zooms over to Circe and gestures at her costume.
 
A-Bomb:  Wait... is that a Versace influence I see?
Circe:  Yeah, you like it?  I designed it.
A-Bomb:  Tres chic.  Very nice.   I had to fly to Florence and kidnap Riccardo Tisci to do mine.  (Looks at the other heroes)  You had a hand in some of the other outfits too, didn't you?
Circe:  You have a good eye. 
A-Bomb:  I tried to talk some of my teammates into getting designer costumes, but they didn't want to be bothered.  I mean, look at Ankylosaur.  He thinks matte black makes him all badass.  Granted, it's better than that horrendous green-and-rust color scheme he used to have, but that all-black look is so 1990s.
Circe:  Um... are you planning to attack me?
A-Bomb:  Only if you attack me first.  Ankylosaur said to keep you tied up.  I told him, she seems much more the handcuff type.  But he so did not want to listen.
Circe:  But aren't you a villain?
A-Bomb:  (stage whispers)  Not really.  I just play one on TV.
 
One of the players reluctantly agrees to also run Major Justice.
 
Player:  But I don't know what he does.
Shadowboxer:  He's a FISS.  Flight, Invulnerability, Strength, Speed.  Your basic flying brick.
Honey Badger:  But he takes a lot of knockback.  I mean, a LOT.  If he takes a hit, he won't get hurt, but you'll take a while getting back to the fight.
Player:  How about personality-wise?
Honey Badger:  Self-righteous uber-hero.  Think Superman or Captain America with a major stick up his rectum.
 
Major Justice flies up to Auger.
Major Justice:  (loudly)  Halt, foul miscreant!  (strikes a heroic pose in midair)
Honey Badger:  (OOC) Nailed it!
 
(work is interrupting.  Hope to post more tonight)

Finishing up the A-Team:
 
While most of the hero and villain teams are trading blows, A-Bomb and Circe are basically standing off to the side, critiquing the battle and chit-chatting.
 
Pops:  (to Circe over Mind Link)  Last time, you spent the whole battle disguised as a bag lady and doing nothing.  Are you going to help us at all?
Circe:  Hey, I'm keeping A-Bomb busy.  You should be thanking me.
 
A-Bomb:  So, do you know if Honey Badger is available?
Circe:  (OOC)  Is he gay?
GM:  (OOC)  Are you going to ask him?
Circe:  (OOC)  Sure, why not?  (IC)  So, A-Bomb, are you gay?
A-Bomb:  Actually, I'm bisexual.  (grins)  Although I like to say I'm trisexual, because I'll try anything once.  (Looks Major Justice up and down while he's battling Augur)  Hmmmm... he looks interesting too.  (Circe)  Maybe you, me and the Major could have a little fun later on.
 
Malarky had researched Agrippa and found out that he is reportedly a direct descendant of famed 16th century German mystic Heinrich Agrippa and had supposedly found his great-great-etc-grandfather's secret journal listing many powerful magic spells.  Last time they fought, Agrippa had made Malarky's life miserable (flitting around the battlefield shrunk, locking Malarky in a mental entangle and then dispelling Malarky's spell giving defenses to his teammates).  So when Agrippa finally shows up, Malarky immediately moves up and attacks the mystic, blasting him from behind.
Malarky:  Well, now, lad, how d'ye like them apples?
Agrippa:  (CON-stunned and woozy)  Madre de dios!
Malarky:  Interesting German you're speaking there...
 
Circe sees a way of hurting the A-Team while also taking care of a little problem that Just Cause has -- namely, an earnest but destructive hero who is trying to join their team.
 
Circe (to A-Bomb):  You know, you're much more the heroic figure.
A-Bomb:  But every actor wants to play a villain.  It's a much better test of your acting chops.
Circe:  But think of the adulation of millions.  The fans, chanting your name and throwing themselves at you.  The endorsement deals...  I'll bet you could get a multi-movie deal out of it.
A-Bomb:  Hmmmm... you may be right.  Are you suggesting I join Just Cause?  Because I'd rather something closer to LA.
Circe:  No, you want a small team, where you could really shine.  Maybe a partnership... say, Major Justice is looking for a team.  You two could team up!
A-Bomb:  That is an idea...
Honey Badger:  (over Mind Link)  You've got to be kidding me.  Teaming up Captain Ultra-conservative with Super-Liberal.  That should be an... interesting partnership.  You are an evil, evil person. 
 
Of course, Just Cause won the day, capturing all the members of A-Team (though the New Gods got away without a problem). 
 
A few game sessions later, the following article appeared in the Hero.Net Herald:
 
 
 
New Heroes In Town
 
LA – A new two-man hero team announced their presence Friday afternoon in a major media event that included flashy demonstrations of their super-powers and in-depth interviews to all major networks. Flying brick Major Justice and energy projector Rad vowed to “bring sanity and safety to southern California.” 
     
Members of existing LA hero team Tech Knights could not be reached for comment.

My Wife when I shared this with her: (thirty seconds of silence) ....Wow!

Ramza the Belligerent (CN M Human Artificer) - My character
Kimpa Proudheart (NG F Leonin Ranger) - My wife
Karee (NG F Human Fighter) - the DM's wife
Nodwick - human henchman
 
We were hired to journey into the sewers to find out what was causing that awful stench. As it turns out, the giant s***-eating beetles in the sewers were being poached by kobolds.
 
Ramza (After frying a large group of them with a well-place fireball): "Yes folks, come on down to Colonel Ramza's for some deep fried Kobold Nuggets!"
 
Turns out a Black Dragon was preventing the Kobolds from reaching their regular hunting grounds.
 
Kimpa - "Ooh! Big scaley-faced kitty! I wanna pet it!"
Ramza - "No! No petting the dragon! It will wake up and spray acid on you!"
Karee - "Is that what you are calling it nowadays?"
 
After killing the dragon, I skinned it.
 
DM: "You took craft taxidermy?"
Ramza: "I'm an artificer, so I add +4 to all craft skills plus the +5 from my high INT Score. Plus I have a wand of Magecraft for another +5."
DM: "Why do we even have dice?"
 
Later:
 
DM: "Okay, so Nodwick has finished hauling up your dragon hides and you spend the next few days curing them. Is there anything else you want to do before you leave?"
Ramza: "Well, now that you mention it, I have a list of modifications I want to make to the airship."
DM: "That's a big list."
Ramza (pointing at my wife): "That's what she said."
*My wife slaps me*
 
After we are FINALLY ready to disembark
DM: "Okay, it will take you a month to reach the lost ruins. Ramza, you said you were stocking up on various raw materials for you to craft magic items. What are you working on?"
Ramza: "I have a list, complete with what I need to roll to successfully craft."
DM: "That's a big list."
Ramza: "I feel as though we've had this conversation before...."
 
Just as we are about to disembark we are attacked by a necromancer.
 
Ramza: "Didn't we just kill this asshole?"
Karee: "He must have gotten better."
Kimpa: "I don't recall Ramza turning him into a newt."
Ramza (after getting double-teamed by a pair of wights): Less talky-talky, more plinky-plinky!
 
(plinking is the term we use for archery).
 
DM: "The necromancer pulls a scroll and starts to cast."
Ramza: "Spellcraft check! 32!"
DM: "Cure Critical Wounds."
Ramza: "Screw that! Scorching ray on the scroll! 21 to hit!"
DM (Rolls on the spell-misshap chart for damaged scrolls): "Ooookay. He is unsuccessful at casting Cure Critical Wounds, and instead casts (Rolls) Flamestrike. Centered on him. 7d6 damage. He is burned to a crisp
Karee: "Hey! That hits me too!"
Ramza: "Sorry! I loot his body."
Kimpa: "Wait a second. I double-tap him. *plink-plink* Okay it's safe.
DM: "You find a wand of animate dead with 6 charges.
Ramza: "Sweet! I reanimate the f***er to keep him from coming back to life."
Karee: "What are you going to do with the zombie?"
Ramza: "Well I've always wanted my own butler."
Kimpa: "What does that make Nodwick?"
Ramza: "Bait."

It's worse than that.  They're a bunch of NPCs.