SatinKitty

Re: Complicate the Person Above

YamaMura posts very good characters, and he is really the Ghost Author of "Memoirs of a Geisha".

Re: WWYCD: Attraction Loop

Firestorm The B Movie actress, probably would notice nothing out of the ordinary for some time. This sort of thing is part of her business. When the men got too bold, she would sweetly remind them that her heart STILL belonged to THE Harlequin . That usually works to cool things down REAL quick. (She's hot and sexy, but she's not "loose".) If that DIDN'T work, she'd know something was up and pay a visit to her friend and former teammate, Mind Flair.

Mind Flair, on the other hand, would probably be called on by Invictus first. If the usual gentle mental taps didn't send would-be suitors on their way, she'd tap a bit harder. If still no luck, she'd peek "inside" to see what was up. If she saw the familiar signature of one of her Hunteds or Arch-Foes, she'd sigh, roll her eyes and move immediately to take care of the problem.

Tabby Cat would send a Thank-you note and probably a bunch of flowers to whichever of her neighbors had been kind enough to set up this convenient "Free Delivery" Service.

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...

From a Gen Con game I thought I wasn't going to like, but loved:

Note: If you are not familiar with the movie "Blazing Saddles", you will not understand this:

I was playing an African American Male Energy Projector. Our party was travelling through time fighting invading Aliens. When we got to WW2, we faced a platoon of Nazis. They had weapons, a battleship AND large numbers. FISH IN A BARREL.

I asked to make a Presence Attack. The GM nodded:

Me: (Big Smile) "Hey Guys ! Where're all the WHITE women ??!!??" (Huge Grin)

GM: ( Flings empty juice box in my face.)

Re: A Thread for Random Musings

I would love a seperate move/literature thread from the NGD. I'd start a thread on a particular book series but really' date=' it would be buried in two hours tops and not likely to resurface.[/quote']

 

 

You gotta think up a catchy name, Dude !

Re: Musings on Random Musings

Okay' date=' that's it, then I'm getting naked and uploading pics, you'll not say that again...[/quote']

 

 

D&mn !!! I can't rep you !

Re: NGD Scenes from a Hat

OK: I got one: You know you are a gamer when......

Re: Musings on Random Musings

Sorry Zorn, you're not scary.

Re: Beastly Distinctive Features

On a slightly different note:

I think that Viper's distinctive uniforms with the big "V" on them and the vans and other vehicles that say VIPER in huge letters are the biggest "Duh !" in Champions. Simply being a member of this organization is illegal. I know if I were a terrorist (they do blow up buildings) I would NOT wear or display anything announcing the fact. And the object of being a criminal is NOT to get caught. Look to Aum Shin Riccio (spell ?) for an intelligent criminal organization which, in the Champions universe, OddHat believes would be DEMON.

Re: WWYCD: Ignorance is Bliss

Firestorm: is a "B" movie actress with a public identity, so would roll her eyes and say "This again", and probably not even care at this point. It's been done to death.

Wicca: Is a time and dimension traveler with no memory of her life before a few months ago, and so would not be able to confirm or deny any of it.

Tabby Cat: Is still getting used to being a Vampire and would figure it was her Sire, his Boss and his friends back home trying to flush her out. As long as there was no immediate danger, she'd keep her head down. She wouldn't worry unless her actual whereabouts were being posted. Then she'd run for it.

Mind Flair: would wonder who would be interested enough in someone as boring as she to bother with all this in the first place. She is one of the best Mentalists on the planet and spends most of her time cleaning up other mentalist's messes. Revenge ? She doesn't live that way, and would not take action unless the sites were harming her or someone else.

Re: Longest Running Thread EVER

Nah' date=' he's cool. He's a 2 1/2 year old black, shorthaired Tom that we named Willy. He sure is a talker. [/quote']

 

 

(sigh)

 

 

Just like my Cassandra. Little Bombay. Got her as a kitten in '86, and she NEVER shut up ONCE. I adopted her mother too, and Cassandra did the talking for both of them. Cassandra was called to the Heaviside Lair 9/21/00. Still have her mother. Pudge had to start doing her own talking. She lost her lifelong skittishness, inherited the couch as territory from Cassandra (unfortunately, unlike Cassandra whom I got declawed when I was young and stupid, Pudge has all her claws. So much for the new couch) and we have to live by her rules. She is the sweetest, most affectionate little old biddy I ever knew. I just wish she could still get up on the bed herself. It's a pain to have to get out and lift her up. But the cuddles are worth it. We missed three years with her while living in Japan and are very grateful for all these bonus years Bastet has blessed us with.

Re: The cranky thread

To those who've sent well wishes, yes, I am finally over the worst of it, went back to work today. Had to take a lot of care with my voice not to blow it out on my first day back, but seems to be all right. Tired a lot, though.

 

*takes a moment to hit Tim with a pillow*

 

Things go rolling on along though, thank God it was fairly slow today at work (so the supervisors weren't going around yelling, "Come on, get the call queue down!"), actually worked on my website a bit while on the phones (the joys of waiting on hold for people). Got an online store now.

 

I actually wish I had a jacuzzi, but I want it filled with COOL water, not hot... just to sit back and relax...

 

God, I hope I get more than five hours of sleep tonight, but that's not bloody likely, the damned AC went out again. It's almost 90 in our apartment right now.

 

Michelle

aka

Samuraiko

Disclaimer: I have nothing but sympathy for your recent illness, I admire your tenacity in your efforts to get your book written and published, I certainly wish you well and I mean the following in a friendly, light bantering way.

Soooo, Samuraiko, you say your bedroom's too hot ?

I'm sooooooo sorry.

I seem to recall your saying that one of your favorite Wintertime amusements is calling up all your East Coast and Midwest friends and rubbing their noses in the fact that you are celebrating Christmas lounging by the pool with a Pina Colada in your hand.

Last night my husband turned on our bedroom air conditioner and by 3:00 am it was so cold I woke up and actually had to turn on the heat. THIS HAPPENS EVERY NIGHT !!!! He keeps the house so cold in the summer I have to bundle up. EVERY DAY !!!!

Bwahahahahahaha !!!!!!

Re: The cranky thread

It's not my nature,

 

but today I'm gonna take advantage of the Cranky Thread!

 

While I have nothing but the best wishes for the folks in N.O right now, that storm is wide enough to give us some fits around here, too.

 

I had an out of town trip scheduled, but things being what they are west of us, those plans fell through.

 

So I had a chance to do a little charity work today, namely take part in a Dice Run, with the profits going to the 'coats, food, school, etc, for homeless or borderline kids' in the area. I don't generally do pack rides; the exception is children's charities.

 

So my group shows up today and we hit the road. Skies looked good; weather channel showed smooth sailing for the bulk of the afternoon.

 

We ended up buying rolls at five locations scattered around the county, and one of the guys riding with us made seven natural passes, so he bought five more passes, figuring 12 would give him a good chance at winning. This brings up a choice of strategies: either turn your card in at a popular location, hoping to win a piece of a large pie, or find a way-out location and turn it in there, hoping for better odds of winning a piece, but of a smaller pie.

 

Being as how the proceeds were for charity, he figured that going for the better odds / smaller pay-off would not only increase his chances, but reduce the amount of money paid out overall, letting the 'kids' keep more. So he and I and one of the others headed for the most remote registry we could find-- about an hour from town-- while the other two opted to keep playing at some other closer locations.

 

We hit two more spots before leaving town with nothing spectacular happening. At one point, I had rolled nine passes, but rather than stay or buy additional passes, I opted to roll again and blew it totally. (which is fine; I play to lose in these cases).

 

Eventually, we headed out of town to register my friend's card. On the way out, we hit the slightest amount of drizzle, but the sun was out and it looked and felt like the weather would hold. As we went through an underpass, we saw one of our earlier companions parked under the bridge, taking a smoke. We stopped to see if he was okay. "I'm fine; I'm just waiting on the weather to clear...."

 

At this point, we both began to tease him mercilessly. "C'mon, Robert! You've got a freakin' GOLDWING! Look at this thing! You've got two acres of windshield, lowers, ducted air defrost and heat--- you gonna sit here beside the road while a couple of no-frills bug-eaters keeps on going? Wimp! Coward!" (All in good fun, of course). We loaded up, still 'marvelling' loudly about how he could just sit there, considering all the shielding and creature comforts he had.

 

And six miles later, someone turned a pond over. Raining so hard that we couldn't even see well enogh to get off the road. We rode through it (for lack of a choice) for twenty minutes, hands over our faces (rain hurts at speed), chests being beaten red by massive drops. My boots (and drawers) filled up with rain in about eight seconds, and I think we were both in danger of going hypothermic.

 

Eventually we hit a slack spot in the rain and could see well enough to pull off to a service station. We parked under the canopy, dismounted, and sat there shivering, checking for bruises (seriousy; rain _hurts_ at speed) and huddling close to the tailpipes in a desperate attempt to curb the shivering. About twenty minutes later, the rain subsided back to the slight drizzle, but we were still too chilled to go anywhere just yet.

 

And fifteen minutes after that, Robert pulled in on his nice dry Goldwing. He looked at me; he looked at my friend. Then he unplugged a cord from his helmet, opened a flap in the fairing, and stowed the cord. He reached into the same stowage and pulled out what looked like a CB radio. Then he looked at us, grinned, and said:

 

 

"I've got NOAH, too!"

 

Rotten bastich.

 

 

GGRRRRrrrrr!

Hey Duke:

Maybe I'm very slow, but I did not understand one word of that. Would you please explain to me what exactly random dice is, and what animal you gave the children pack rides on ? Or was it a small plane of some kind ? What are rolls (rolls of what ?) and what do they do and how do they work and why do you have to drive to many different locations to buy them ? Then what do you do with them? As you can see I have no clue what on Earth you are talking about. Sorry you got drenched, I got that part. But were you driving a jeep of some kind, or what ? And was your friend driving a truck or SUV ?

Information, please ?

Re: NGD Scenes from a Hat

She begins by demanding you stop LARPing with your friend when you are eight and insists you take dolls and doll carriages over to her house. (Very embarassing) She then dedicates the rest of your childhood to getting you to play only with girls your own age and stop hanging around with those geeky boys.

nt: What is your gamer geek origin story ?

Re: NGD Scenes from a Hat

OOPS ! Someone beat me, but this typo must be added:

"The man who lives on hope dies farting."

(This is a typo that appeared in an actual book trying to quote Benjamin Franklin. The actual quote is "He who lives on hope dies fasting."

nt: Man found dead dressed in a six-year-old girl's school clothes, complete with patent leather shoes, with a gas mask over his nose and mouth with the other end of the hose stuffed into his rectum. ( I am NOT making this up !!!)

Re: The cranky thread

While I blew my nose today (got a bad cold) instead of a pile of snot like I was expecting' date=' a glob of almost pure blood came out of my nostril. Very surprised and quite shocked. My lifeforce was escaping from my nose [/quote']

 

 

Thanks for sharing.

Re: The cranky thread

Just buy a friggin' PS2 and quit worrying about crashes and drivers and all that. Seriously, if I had a dollar for every time one of my PC gamer friends had to reload his machine (and call my cell phone to walk him through it), I could buy Hero Games.

 

Sure, console graphics don't get updated every six months, but do they need to be? SOCOM II is still more fun than it has a right to be.

Hey Old Man:

I've been reading the cranky thread all night and have really enjoyed your posts. From your handle, avatar and personality I judged you to be a funny old codger. Then I finally noticed your age and was shocked ! Are you fibbing about your age ? I thought it was at least 60. If you fib as a matter of privacy, my apologies.

I like your posts a lot, especially the one about the grenade launcher. I got as far as the one above. Keep up the good work !

Re: how to make this power

Hi Everyone:

The Wild Cards series edited by George RR Martin did a whole series of books on a gang of teenagers with this power. They were called the Jumpers. Here is my humble opinion of the whole series: They would take over someone's body then use it to commit horrible crimes, using any powers the victim had while the victim was helpless in the teen gangbanger's body, then switch back and run away, leaving the victim to face the consequences. Once, one of them drank a bottle of Drano before switching the victim back. A few times, they made the victim commit suicide. One victim they made murder her own Father, who had been a continuing character throughout the series. If they were in a generous mood, they might merely take a night on the town courtesy of a victim's credit card.

Then they got the idea of finding the ugliest, most deformed people they could and blackmailing the rich, beautiful people into paying fortunes to keep their own bodies. The gang members got rich quick.

As this is a family board I won't go into what the leader of the Jumpers did to his hated Grandfather once he got the Grandfather into a pretty sixteen-year-old girl's body.

Both my husband and I thought this was George RR Martin's gang's weakest storyline. One Jumper hiding in the shadows might have had a chance, but a whole gang of them rampaging through the city ? Uh-uh.

These books are out of print now, but you might be able to find them on Amazon. My advice? Don't waste your money.

Re: Telepaths Must Die!

I started playing Champions in 1988 and my second ever, and longest running character, was a Mind Controller. She spent most of her time in psychiatry repairing the damage in other minds caused by villains with mental powers. Someone like this is a necessity in any world containing egoists. I played her for so long she got to the point where she could take on Menton. Never got the chance, though. She was my best alltime character, and Telepath/Telekinetics are my favorite kind of character to play.

But if I really had MC I would definitely hide it, even from my husband. If you've ever read Firestarter by Stephen King, that's what I think would happen to all supers, at least all with ego powers of any kind, unless there were enough of them to fight back and prevent it. In the George RR Martin Wild Cards world, Russia controlled all its supers by imprisoning their families. The supers knew that their loved one's continued comfort and safety depended on the super's absolute obedience. With telepaths anyway, I think that would happen here too.

All right you guys:

Who designed Invictus' new costume in Villany Amok ??? Liberace on LSD ???!!! Invictus is NOT wearing THAT in our campaign. Unless his students had very deep respect for their leader, they'd laugh hysterically at the sight of him in that. His old costume was fine. Why not reinstate it ?