Nolgroth

Wouldn't he then end up beat up all the time?

This one: http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2015/02/26/389250817/astronomers-discover-a-supermassive-black-hole-dating-to-cosmic-dawn ?

Good Luck Nolgroth.  
 
 
Anybody know why the IRS now wants State Drivers license information?   not "required"  supposedly...

Sorry to hear that, Nolgroth. Best of luck.

Served 10 years, 7 countries, combat veteran with 6 months in Iraq.  I generally have a less critical eye than others about cinema, but nothing pulls me out of a movie/tv show easier than improper military portrayals.  Some common screwups are:
 
Cover worn indoors
No cover outdoors
hair over the ears or 5-oclock shadow
LEFT-HANDED SALUTES
Saluting indoors
 
To civilians these mean nothing, but to they scream "WRONG" to a military eye.

I'm using hyperbole to make a serious point.   Raymond Chandler: “As to the emotional basis of the hard-boiled story... obviously it does not believe that murder will out and justice will be done — unless some very determined individual makes it his business to see that justice is done. These stories were about the men who made that happen.”   The focus in on private and individual and justice. Not on public and institution and order. It was assumed, if the powers that be had their way, no justice would come to the common man. The hard-boiled hero was not cop, soldier, g-man, member of the elks, or lover of PTA women.    He was a disruptor who did right despite - and in spite of - those in authority with official power. He represented purity in the face of institutional corruption and an oppression under color of law. He did not enforce bankrupt rules. He went out and fought for principles and righteousness.   He was a modern day Jeremiah the Prophet. Jeremiah was God's prophet. He stood up for truth, and justice, and righteousness. He went against the corrupt system and called out the leaders. What happened? They tried to kill him, imprison him, and discredit him.  He kept going - infused with courage and compassion for the people and a dogged desire to see justice win out.    That is the emotional basis that drives the superhero, but our culture has changed. Today, we are regulation loving sheep who fetishize government, order, the status quo, institutions, and rules. We obediently accept censorship, thought police, intellectual boshevism, zero tolerance policies, TSA gropings, and pervasive invasive government surveillance.   Extreme rendition? Water boarding? Extra-judicial killings? The loss of freedom? Insofar as its the other guy. Insofar as we are safe. Insofar as the government does for us instead of our doing for our neighbors and ourselves. When I said Zero Dark Thirty and Jack Bauer were now our national anthem and our national hero, I meant it.   And, it shows in our comic book derived media, too. Who will protect us from the heroes? Well, the government of course. They'll make sure all is well. Those superheroes have to be registered and regulated! After all, they wear masks, just like criminals! The constant zombie-horde of cop shows and espionage thrillers and special forces movies have increasingly become bald-faced propaganda for statist power.   Put your faith in the system, the institutions, and the powers that be. Don't question the rules. Don't question the outcomes, or the means to the outcomes, or the corruption and injustice inherent in our society. Don't rock the boat. And, especially, don't trust the goodness of the individual that marks the hallmark of the knight errant, the cowboy, the hard-boiled detective, and the superhero.   Superheroes are disruptors, superheroes threaten to unmask the status quo, and superheroes are therefore dangerous. Tony Stark in Civil War represents the antithesis of the hard-boiled detective and his pajama wearing son. Captain America is Chandler's bygone hero tilting at windmills in a world that would rather he stand down. Cap is The Last of the Mohicans. Which, as a term, is probably violating someone's speech-code and zero tolerance policy.   I guess what I'm saying is that the superhero hasn't realized society is looking the other way while the government unmasks him and puts him in a cell, to protect itself in the name of the people. That his mask was originally a totem intended to strike fear into evil-doers and to protect not himself, but his loved ones, from reprisals is lost on the sheeple who more deep down inside agree with Tony Stark. That the authors don't understand the emotional basis of the superhero is just a sign that the cultural rendition order has already been given.   Rant Off!

I'm still bummed we don't appear to be getting a Captain America: Serpent Society movie

Khelben Blackstaff.

Thank you for the welcome. I'm using the 6th Edition PDFs. Right now, I'm still working on getting the framework for my setting laid out. I do need to create some of the more important NPC's, though, which is part of why I'm here. I hope I can pick up some tips on worldbuilding and on creating memorable & unique NPCs.

Good news indeed. Hope your mom gets plenty of rest. Good thing she went and found out though. Always better to be sure.

You could upload your collection onto a thumb drive, place the thumb drive on a book shelf, and take a picture of the book shelf.

Condolences tkdguy. Well wishes for your mother and the rest of your family. 

How does one take a photo of PDFs on a shelf.

18 counts. I saw his inmate profile card. There were no other convictions on it. Truthfully, I saw it as you did. You work in a prison where murder is almost trite and having a guy with Wearing an Unauthorized Ribbon in there seemed odd. Still, it happened and makes for a quirky story. As to his deflection of personal responsibility, he was an inmate. I determined early on that you can easily tell when an inmate lies; he opens his yap and sounds come out. We used to have a running joke that when an inmate approached us and started out with "Yo Sarge, check this out...." anything after that was a lie.

Well no, but it sounds like you have some (deserved) self-loathing and are lashing out at the world because of your traumatic experience.
 
 

How does one take a photo of PDFs on a shelf.

Back in 2014 I went through a major Lulu phase, pulling together PDFs and making "deluxe" hardcovers for many things. Only a couple of them were Hero System related. Among the other books I had made was this deluxe hardcover collection of the old FASERIP books:
 


 
These are fat hardcovers with full-color interior pages. Each one cost me about as much as a brand new college textbook, and that's after applying a substantial discount. The fun part was designing the cover graphics and, of course, seeing the final product in all its glory.

How does one take a photo of PDFs on a shelf.

I do also laugh while torturing people, but I am infamous here as an almost intolerable fun guy  and extremely frolicsome so that probably does not count.
I mean "One swallow does not make it summer" as the proverb goes, right?

A lot of ignorant comments, but the music suits my mood.

Er, this doesn't actually include a treasure hoard, so I'll treat the Bog Beast as still open.
 
The Bog Beast's treasure is... the bog. More precisely, several medicinal mosses, herbs and fungi that grow in the bog; growing in this location, their healing virtue is greater than equivalent plants that grow in other bogs. Local apothecaries value them highly. The Beast makes gathering these plants dangerous, but that is why the gods made apprentices. 
 
Some believe the Bog Beast gains its unnatural resilience from living among the magical herbs, but sages know the truth is the other way around: The herbs gain their virtue from the Beast. The greatest treasure of the Beast is... how to put this delicately... its leavings. To be blunt, its poo. As its droppings dissolve into the muck, the plants they fertilize gain a bit of the supernatural life-force of the Beast itself. If one can collect the Bog Beast's dung fresh, it can be used as a poultice that cures almost any disease. The hazards of collection are extreme.
 
Dean Shomshak

The Dolocher's hoard has been found and dismissed more than once. A collection of sixteen rotting old peasants' purses, each of which contains a single lowest-minted-denomination coin, each coin from a different realm in the remote past. Most of them are from minor kingdoms now wholly forgotten, and the coin is the last concrete token of them remaining on Earth.
 
According to legend, if Dolocher finds a seventeenth unique, least-value minted coin, in the purse of a dead beggar or wanderer, then all the princes (who in their pride stamped their visage into the metal and declared that to be valuable), bankers and moneylenders (whose souls are twisted by the lust for all money, and the long slow cruelties they wrought on others in order to get it), and judges (whose appointed task is to punish those who act out against the greed of those who have money and power, and assist the accumulation of all wealth into as few people as possible) will be yanked from wherever they are -- in this world or subsequent ones -- and the metal of all coinage will melt and run through their eyes, their loins, their veins, eternally, and they will twist in burning, shrieking agony forever, gasping for cool water they can never again touch, while the souls of those less tainted by avarice dwell in lands beyond want.
 
As far as anyone knows, the seventeenth coin has never been found.
 
To quest for the Dolocher's Seventeenth Coin is, of course, prohibited by all nobles and all guildmasters and banking-house masters in all lands everywhere.
 
Next up:
 
The Thunderbird that dwelt on Mount Mazama

Or.  .  .you could yell before setting off, "Oh, No!  The ship is sinking!  Sinking fast!  Whatever are we to do?"
 
That should get them off, for sure. 

A little game. 
 
Player describes the treasure hoard of the creature/being/vault given above. It can be as general or as precise as you'd like.
 
For example:
 
 
Creature: The Nymph of Crystal Falls
Hoard: Driven by her fey-born narcissism, Allura the Nymph has gathered a modest hoard of gifts brought to her by prospective suitors, as well as the remains of a few would-be ravagers - she's not without defense. She keeps her treasures in her abode, a cottage she crafted using her magic. 
 
She's surprisingly tidy for a creature of chaos and keeps her sparkly coins in small, nature magic-crafted chests - those alone being worth half the value of the coins they hold. She has a surprising number of silver mirrors, flowers from all over the world growing in pots of specially treated soil, statuettes of magnificent creatures in various stone or metal medium, and a wardrobe of gorgeous gowns and dresses.
 
Finally, the north wall or her humble abode is a show-room of (mostly normal or masterwork) weapons, polished and cleaned, mounted next to the head of the being who tried to use it on her.
 
 
Next Creature:  Havnorraz, the Demon Dog of Greenwood.