starblaze

Peter Bradley.

So I just recently purchased both the print copy and PDF of Shades of Black and I noticed that there is not HD Character pack for the adventure.  If there was one somewhere it would very much a time saver for me.

Does anyone know if I can find it somewhere else?

On 8/1/2014 at 4:55 AM, Tasha said:

Session  0.5

A shake down adventure/combat to both teach the rudiments of the system and debug the PC's.

Background:

The PC's have worked together two at a time for years. They all know of one another. So when they ended up in the Treasure Island Prison Camp, they ended up clustering together. They had collars that muffled their powers esp movement and defensive powers. Also the collars had an explosive charge that would go if if the prisoner went outside the confines of the Prison or if someone tampered with the collars. The Villain Brick was the first casualty of the collars, which showed that even the nigh Invulnerable people were vulnerable to the collars. The prisoners were taken out to an exercise yard daily where occasionally the Guards would pick fights between the inmates. They would turn off the power dampeners and watch the inmates fight. Often making bets on who would win.

That day the PC's were in the yard talking with Fury, who is the oddity in the prison. Being the only hero there. Also, Grond was there using the Mega Sized Workout equipment. One Guard decided to see what the PC's would do with a POed Grond in their face. So he whispered some lie about how the PC's betrayed Grond blah blah. Grond goes berserk and comes after Fury the one Hero. The villains (PC's) saw Grond coming and assumed he was after them. So they battled. Darkest Knight got a lucky shot and hit Grond in his eye which caused catastrophic damage to him. Next was Dr Pestilence who blinded Grond with a degenerative Eye disease. The real stand out was Fixer who after fooling with an illusion of the guards, changed tactics and hit Grond with his Images of Hellfire (Mental Attack). That caused Grond to freak out and also his tiny brain to shut down over the mental fire etc. Grond did manage to knock Fury and Dr Pestilence on their butts (stunned). The group got a lot of Prison cred for taking Grond out. Also the guards were more careful of the PC's.
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What I thought about the Adventure:
It was a normal Champions combat. People caught on quickly and the action was fast paced

6e Grond is written for a MUCH higher powerlevel than my poor DC 12 folk. 40PD is IMHO on the high side. The +2 spd only for punching was annoying. I just treated him as 4 spd and then on 6 and 12 I had Grond throw 2 punches.

Also Dr Destroyer is Way over the top when it comes to being Overpowered.

It should noted in the Savage World version the Dr. Destroyer expy was actually dead and had his ID supplanted by the Aquaman clone.

5 hours ago, starblaze said:

Here comes the next character, James 'Bucky' Newsome.

 

 

Here comes the next character, James 'Bucky' Newsome.

On 10/31/2023 at 9:41 PM, DentArthurDent said:

Wow!

 

This is also from Cynthia Sheppard at https://www.deviantart.com/sheppardarts/gallery

 

 

Eat hot lead Audrey!

On 7/19/2021 at 11:24 PM, wcw43921 said:

Ya know, there are these things called holsters?

Ya might've heard of 'em.  .  .

The gun store had a sale!

[b]Mackenzie “Mackie” Gleeson[/b]

[b]Val Char Cost Roll Notes[/b]

10 STR 0 11- Lift 100.0kg; 2d6

15 DEX 15 12- OCV: 5/DCV: 5

13 CON 6 12-

13 BODY 6 12-

10 INT 0 11- PER Roll 11-

15 EGO 10 12- ECV: 5

20 PRE 10 13- PRE Attack: 4d6

18 COM 4 13-

6 PD 4 Total: 6 PD (0 rPD)

6 ED 3 Total: 6 ED (0 rED)

3 SPD 5 Phases: 4, 8, 12

8 REC 6

30 END 2

30 STUN 5 [b]Total Characteristic Cost: 76[/b]

[b]Movement:[/b] Running: 6"/12"

Leaping: 2"/4"

Swimming: 2"/4"

[b]Cost Powers END[/b]

Compulsion

13 1) [i]Awe-Inspiring:[/i] +20 PRE (20 Active Points); Only To Make Presence Attacks (-1/2)

17 2) [i]Compulsion:[/i] Mind Control 6d6; Incantations (orders must be loud and obvious; -1/4), Normal Range (-1/4), Limited Range (5"; -1/4), Requires A PRE Roll (No Active Point penalty to Skill Roll; assumes a PRE Roll of 12- or 13-; -0) 3

[b]Perks[/b]

3 Well-Connected

10 Money: Wealthy

[b]Talents[/b]

14 [i]Hotshot Pilot:[/i] add the Hotshot Pilot Talent

[b]Skills[/b]

3 Conversation 13-

3 High Society 13-

3 Bureaucratics 13-

3 Combat Piloting 12-

10 +2 with Ranged Combat

3 Bribery 13-

2 Gambling (Card Games) 11-

3 Oratory 13-

[b]Total Powers & Skill Cost: 87

Total Cost: 163

75+ Disadvantages[/b]

15 Psychological Limitation: Aerial Thrillseeker (Common; Strong)

5 Rivalry: Professional (with other aviators; Rival is As Powerful; Seek to Outdo, Embarrass, or Humiliate Rival; Rival Aware of Rivalry)

15 Stubborn: (Common; Strong)

20 Overconfident: (Very Common; Strong)

20 Hunted: Order of the Black Dragon 8- (Mo Pow; PC has a Public ID or is otherwise very easy to find; Harshly Punish)

13 Experience Point

Aviatrix, wealthy philanthropist, and direct descendant of William St. John, Mackie currently serves as the leader of the Brotherhood of William St. John. A noble, caring, and adventurous soul, she is nonetheless a bit snobbish due to her wealthy upbringing while she tries her best to uphold the standards of the society (and demands nothing less of her compatriots) she has never known personally the plights of those she seeks to defend, so she sometimes needs to be reminded that she is not better than those of lesser means.

She is particularly fond of Bucky Newson, who acts as the ace mechanic on many of her cars and aircraft, and on whom she looks as a brother, and of the simple but direct Savage Steve McDermott, who serves as a conscience and anchor to the real world. She has a deep and abiding respect and friendship

with Tennessee O’Malley, who is a trusted companion in tight spots, and the one person with whom she can be blunt, and who can get away with openly telling her off.

So along with Pulp Hero one of my favorite Pulp games is Amazing Adventures.  Much like Pulp Hero, AA has a group of pre-generated characters as well.  They are fifth level characters and since I have been getting back into running Pulp Hero and since I like both games I have decided to try and convert these characters to my all time favorite system. 

Now, since they are very different systems I am not going to try and do a direct conversion as that will be too difficult.  Instead I am just get as close as I can to the concept of the characters.  Any comments and suggestions will be appreciated.

So here is the leader of the team. 

Hi, I just purchased some PDFs from the online store and I it was discovered with malware.  Can anything be done about this?

So now I'm getting this.

A fatal error has occured. Please review the Hero Combat Manager FAQ. If the FAQ does not provide you with an answer, submit an bug report to Hero Combat Manager Website. Include the Combat Record File that was being used during this combat session. Also include the error log file, hcmlogging.txt, which is found in the folder where Hero Combat Manager was installed.


(( XMLSAX) org.xml.sax.SAXParseException; lineNumber: 710; columnNumber: 37; The content of elements must consist of well-formed character data or markup.)

Thanks 

Liz Murdock.hdcLiz Murdock.hdc

Bill Ferguson.hdc Randall Irons.hdc Lili Winchester.hdc Hamilton Cross.hdc

(( XMLSAX) org.xml.sax.SAXParseException; lineNumber: 1070; columnNumber: 37; The content of elements must consist of well-formed character data or markup.)

That's what I am getting.

A fatal error has occured. Please review the Hero Combat Manager FAQ. If the FAQ does not provide you with an answer, submit an bug report to Hero Combat Manager Website. Include the Combat Record File that was being used during this combat session. Also include the error log file, hcmlogging.txt, which is found in the folder where Hero Combat Manager was installed.
 

The original.  Not very complex but man that killing attack is brutal.  I used him several times when I just want a near unstoppable villain.

So my idea is the Hideous get cured not from his disfigurement but from his problem with it.  He essentially got over it and instead decided to reform.  What actually ended up happening is he went to prison and was interviewed by the media.  This caused Lady Blue's popularity to plummet. 

LB starts getting uninvited to gala parties and her nobody is buying her action figures.  It completely falls apart when a tabloid reporter starts harassing her on the street while she is in her power suit and she accidentally hurts him.  This is the last straw and she loses her agent and starts going into debt.  When she hears about Hideous attending an outside fair she flies over and attacks him unprovoked.  Hideous tries to talk her down and it fails as she starts in about his ugliness and to have Hideous reply that she is the one being ugly.  

She then realizes that he's right and apologizes and breaks down to cry. 

There was a Batman TAS episode where they had an actress/model who went crazy because she thought she was no longer beautiful.  Turns out she wasn't ugly just not perfectly beautiful.

So I am running one of the Pulp Hero adventures and I was trying to create one using Randall's Raiders but the program gives me an error message every time.  I tried using the program not using the Raiders and it works.

How can I make the characters acceptable?

Just now, starblaze said:

had

Had a big crush on her when I was a teenager.

So do any of your character actually want to be Superheroes?  I can't help but notice a reluctance to use their powers or consider themselves a Superheroes.

On 5/19/2019 at 9:41 PM, Duke Bushido said:

    Returning to his life was a lot harder than he thought it would be.  He no longer matched any of his ID: his driver’s license showed him to be six inches and roughly a hundred pounds less than what he was now.  Worse, the skinny, pointy-chinned, thin-haired, hook-nosed man with glasses in the picture looked nothing like the broad-chinned square-jawed man he had become.  His landlord didn’t recognize him; the security checkpoint at his job refused to let him enter until someone from higher-up ordered it. None of his clothes fit, not even a little.  He felt ridiculous that first day out shopping for new clothes, poking out of all his old ones. He had gone to see his father later that same day, and that had been a total disaster.

 

    “Hazel!  What you have done to yourself…!  What you were thinking?!”

    “I didn’t do anything, Dad.  I was in an accident, like I said.  The doctors saved me, and what they did— it made me the way I was supposed to be.  It made me… _me_.”

    “Hazel, how you could do this to yourself….  Do you really think we are not loving you as you were?  We are not loving all of our boys?”

    “Dad, I didn’t do anything!  I stopped a thief, like I said, and I got infected with a bunch of experimental medicine, and I came out of it—“

    “Hazel….. We have loved you, always we have loved you.  You are my _son_! My boy! You were the first child and the first son!  My heart is so much full of you, all of the time. It pained me that you were sick so much times, but I loved you.  I did not care that you were not like the others. I was proud of you. You always worked so hard; you studied while your brothers played….  You were such good boys, all of you, and I love _all_ of you, Son. There is no matter that you were different. I did not realize that you were….   ashamed.” Viktor's throat fluttered, and a soft almost-choke accompanied the sudden wetting of his eyes.

    “It’s not like that, Dad.  It’s not like that at all. Or maybe it is.  I don’t know. But _this_—“ he gestured up and down himself  “this is something special. I am more like you and Steffano and Grigory and Lukas.  I am who I was supposed to be, Dad. I was excited. I thought you would be proud….”

    His father shook his head in disbelief.  “My son…. I do not know how you can do this to yourself…”

    “I didn’t do anything, Dad!  It happened to me! I told you!”

    His father was beyond hearing him. “You face….  you little bright smile with the buck-out teeth….  you slender hands— you mother, she hoped you would be pianist, you know.   You have worked so hard to throw away who you were. Do you not know that you were my son?!” he barked at the end, anger welling up from somewhere deep in his heart.

    “I told you, there was an accident; I was exposed to experimental medicines—“

    “There is no medicines that can do this!  This is why you have no car; no home for you own!  All these years— you spend all your money on the surgery for the face!  The hair— you never have thick black hair this way, Hazel; do not deceive me!  How you get so big? You take the hormones! The hormones, they ruin you body. Do you see the news?  The steroids, the hormones— they wreck you heart and you guts! They kill you! They kill you, Hazel!”  Viktor was in a heart-broken frenzy by now, tears running down his face as his voice ran higher and more jagged.

    “Dad….”

    “Why, Hazel…  What I did so wrong, so terrible that you want take away my baby son from me?  Why…?”

    “Dad….  I love you, Dad.”  And with that, Hazel turned and left.

 

    He swung by the gym after that, desperate to release the maelstrom of emotions whirling away inside him.  He had to buy a new membership: no one believed he was the man in the picture on his club card. He started with the speed bag, and worked it like he had never been able to do before, but no matter how hard he hit it, or how fast, it seemed that he couldn’t get it to fall into its familiar blurry rhythm.  Lost in his thoughts and his pain, he was oblivious to the crowd that had slowly formed to watch him. He walked away, unaware of the split seams on the bag or the stretching he had done to the spring. He found a heavy bag and began jabbing it, trying to remember the rhythms and patterns his instructors had taught him.  He danced and shuffled and hopped and poked the bag, harder and harder until he fell up against it and was hammering his fists into it, harder and harder until he managed to tear a hole into it and shoved his gloved hand completely into it. He snatched out his hand, furious over his loss of rhythm, drew back and delivered a haymaker roundhouse dead center of the bag, tearing it loose of its moorings on the wooden beam above.  Everything in the gym stopped.

    All eyes were on Hazel.  He stood, frozen, arm still outstretched with the follow through of his last blow.  Finally, a bow-legged little bald man in sweats walked up to him. “Son, your stance is crap, absolute crap.  But you get good results.”

    “I’ll— I’ll pay for the damage-!” Hazel started.

    “Don’t worry about it.  That was quite a show, Big Fella.  My name’s Dietrich. It’s on the glass where you came in.  If you ever decide you want to train up, go pro…. You give me a call that number on the other side of the window.”

    “Let me pay—“

    “Don’t worry about it.  I was going to replace a couple of those things anyway; they’re getting’ old.  Get outta here; get some quiet. You got a lot on your mind, and I ain’t got a lot a spares around here.  That one came from China, dirt cheap anyway.”  He studied the mess on the floor.  "Kinda surprised." he muttered to no one in particular.  "I for the price, I figured that thing'd be full a' old diapers or somepthin'."  He had already forgotten about Hazel and jerked a thumb toward one of the high school kids that worked the afternoon shift.

    Hazel stammered more apologies as he left the gym.  He _did_ have a lot on his mind. As awful as his life had been, for just a few weeks, it had all seemed worth it: for a few days, he was exactly what he had always felt he was supposed to be: a big, strong, athletically built handsome man, just like his male kin.  He had been surrounded by people who cared about him, and his friendship with Pauline seemed to be growing stronger by the day. He had even gotten to be a hero of sorts, keeping Pauline safe from the intruder and saving the company the massive financial loss that a successful theft would have been.  All he was lacking was the acceptance of his family, and it turned out that the very thing he thought might gain him that acceptance was, simply because the truth was too fantastic to believe, the very thing that instead cost him the acceptance that he never understood he had.

    Lost in thought, Hazel didn’t really notice that he had walked a few dozen blocks beyond his apartment.  There was so much to which he had to adjust, around which to get his head. He didn’t notice the extra footsteps that had fallen in with his, or that they were getting closer.  He barely noticed the young man that stepped away from a porch stoop and stood in front of him, cigarette in mouth, fumbling through his pockets. “Hey, Mister; you got a light?”

    Hazel stopped short.  “Sorry; I don’t smoke.”

    “Yeah,” said the younger man, spitting out the cigarette.  “me, neither.” he said as he whipped a knife from inside his jacket.  Hazel stepped back instinctively, only to find himself pushed forward by two more thugs behind him.  “Your wallet! And your phone! Give ‘em to me. Now, Dude; I ain’t playin’ with you!” He waved the knife menacingly.

    Well this was just great.  All he needed to top everything else off was to be robbed.  “Hey, check it out.” the hood with the knife called to his partners.  “Big man’s looking all scared.” They all chuckled.

    Hazel didn’t want any trouble; he just wanted to go home.  He reached back toward his pocket for his wallet. Then the thug’s words spun a wheel in his mind.  ‘Big man.’ His mind’s eye exploded with a series of images— the testing, his new speed and endurance and muscle mass; his increased perceptive abilities (for all the good they had done him so far) and the heavy bag at the gym torn from its mount.  He didn’t have to be anyone’s target, ever again. Without thinking further, he sprang into action. The hand behind him flew forward as he whipped his shoulder forward, propelling his fist as hard as he could. He twisted his waist and lunged from the knee, they way his boxing trainer had always tried to get him to do.  Even as the young thug’s face had just begun to register surprise Hazel’s fist drove home into his abdomen, pushing deeper and deeper as Hazel followed through for all he was worth.

    The young man curled around Hazel’s fist, and the look on his face told Hazel that he had taken a hit at least as good as a heavyweight boxer might have delivered.  The hood sailed backwards, trailing vomit as he arced through the air and landed on the sidewalk six feet away. Even before the first criminal hit the ground, Hazel spun around, shooting his left arm out and whipping it with his rotation.  He balled his fist and delivered a perfect backhand smash to the side of a head. The hood spun in place, staggered, and began to fall.

    By now, the third man had a moment to begin to react.  He lunged forward for Hazel, reaching as to pin his arms from behind, and his face showed confusion that his target was now facing him.  He was already in motion, lunging forward, over-balanced. With both arms still partially extended, Hazel drew up his knee, counterbalancing by bringing his fists in tight, and delivered a snap kick directly into the younger man’s chest.  He fell backward against a mailbox, but hadn’t gone down like his friends. Before he could react, Hazel darted forward, grabbed him one-handed by the front of his jacket, swung him overhead as though he were a rag doll and slammed him on his back to the sidewalk, while being careful to cushion his opponent’s head with his own foot.  The impact stunned the thug’s diaphragm and left him gasping for air. Hazel noticed, and commented. “Poor little fishie. Look at you… You got too adventurous. You swam too hard and jumped too high, and now you’re all the way out of the bowl. You have to be careful, Little Fishie. That’s a good way to die….” The hood looked terrified.

    Hazel walked back to the first young tough, the one who pulled the knife.  He was cradled in a fetal ball, barely able to breathe, in too much pain to attack, or even to get up and run.  “You.” Hazel demanded. “Give me your wallet.” The thug looked up at him, uncomprehending. Hazel reached down and tore the jacket from him.  Rifling through it, he found eight wallets and six cellular phones. He used one to call the police. In turn, he searched the others. In total, he relieved them of thirteen wallets and nine cellular phones.  The hoods had started to stir, but Hazel kept circling them menacingly.

    He didn’t realize just how long it took the police to respond to some neighborhoods, and by the time they showed he had been seriously considering letting the boys go and turning their ill-gotten gains to the lost and found.  When they did arrive, Hazel told the police what had happened, while each of the three muggers gave radically different stories about being attacked by a crazed stranger. Hazel handed off the wallets and phones to the officers, who told him point blank: “Listen, this is a really good thing you did, hanging around to turn this stuff in.  I wish I could tell you that these kids are going to get locked up, but the fact is I got nothing. It’s a he said / they said kind of thing. We’ll likely have to let them go after we get them there.” Hazel was a bit disappointed. Even though he had always wanted to be a police officer, he had never realized how often even the simplest bad guys got away with it.  The officer could see the disappointment on his face. “Listen, Man; don’t let it discourage you. That’s a mighty brave thing you did; not a lot of people think any good deed is worth getting out of a chair for anymore. Don’t let this get you down. The world needs more people like you.”

 

    The officer’s words rang through his head as he turned and walked home.  By the time he opened the door to his apartment, Hazel Netteldryk Schlipzenskarts knew what he wanted to do with his life.  First though, he was going to have to learn a few things. He called Dietrich’s gym and asked for the owner. After a brief conversation, he thumbed through the phonebook and looked up a few dojos.  His life might turn out to be useful to someone after all.

 

Powers and Abilities

 

    Maximum, through the combination of the radiation and experimental nanotechnology to which he was subjected, has gained extraordinary gifts.  Most of his physical abilities have been raised to or just beyond the absolute peak of human potential. Owing to both his altered physiology and the persistent presence of a large number of molecular RNA nanobots (it took Pauline some time to realize that Hazel would never be completely free of them, as many of them had mutated to become self-replicating or, like the viral model upon which they were based, co-opt Hazel’s own tissues to replicate themselves as needed), he is able to lift approximately one ton, run for hours without becoming unduly tired, and recover energy far quicker than all but the most intensely-trained athletes.  Owing to his altered musculature, he is able to leap roughly twelve feet into the air; up to eighteen feet if he has a moment to prepare.The nanobots also allow him to heal extraordinarily fast from injury, and make him extremely resistant to illness.

    His trebly-replicated nervous system includes uncountable redundancies in his neural map and thousands of neurological ‘shortcuts’ both in his brain and his nervous system in general.  While none of this makes him more intelligent than he ever was (while the public education system failed him, Hazel was always extremely bright), he is able to process and recognize data far faster than most other people.  This allows him to recognize a situation sooner than others, and combined with his augmented reflex system and superior muscle structure, he is able to react faster than most others as well. Testing has demonstrated conclusively that extremely-well-trained combatants are able to react to an attack or an opening an order of magnitude faster than the average person.  Hazel is able to do this as though he has spent his life training in martial combat, but further, he able to do this in _any_ situation, from timing button presses to driving. Without a common experience, he usually explains this as feeling like he can “see faster” than most other people. In times of extreme stress, he states that it is as though “the rest of the world is moving at half-speed.”  An unexpected side-effect, he rarely perceives the “speed blur” associated with viewing rapid repetitive motion. As with his experience with the speed bag on his last night in the gym, he is able to clearly see the object at speeds far above what most others are capable of perceiving.

    Hazel’s movement, too, is faster than that of most.  While his running speed is incredible, it can be matched by a small handful of olympic champions.  It is his “twitch” speed that borders super-human. With his altered perceptions, reflex speeds, and muscle structure, Hazel is capable of orchestrating a dizzying number of movements in an instant, though the faster he moves, necessarily the less refined the movements must be, as is the case with any other human being.  The most spectacular demonstrations of this ability are found in his more complicated combat moves: his signature “Machine Gun Punch,” in which he can deliver up to ten specific, full-strength strikes in one-seventh of a second. There is also his well-known “Flying Smack Down,” an exhausting combination of punches, kicks, and nerve strikes that he uses to gain a bit of breathing space when the fight is going badly, or to quickly take down a powerful threat.  Super-high speed cameras have counted as many as thirty precisely-coordinated strikes in two-sevenths of a second. Perhaps his most impressive move is the one he has termed “the Ambush Reversal,” with which he has been able to deliver serious blows almost instantaneously to a half-dozen targets placed to surround him. He once commented that he could be the world-record champion of typing, if he wasn’t so lousy at spelling.

 

Weapons

 

    Hazel has no special weapons training— in fact, he has very little combat training of any kind, save a decade of amateur boxing lessons and his recent study of Mixed Martial Arts.  While his powers have given him the ability to deliver a staggering offense, they have not made him invulnerable, and striking fifty blows a second hurts a bit. Because of this, he wears a lightly-armored wrap around the knuckles of each fist and carries a pair of wooden sticks that he will often use as weapons to deliver his attacks and block the attacks of others, though he is perfectly capable (even though it is unpleasant) of continuing to fight without them.  He is clever at finding numerous objects durable enough to use as weapons should he lose his sticks, and wears the half-gloves typical of many martial arts schools to wrap and protect his hands. Interestingly, though with his increased strength and perceptions one would assume it would be easy to do, Hazel will very rarely use a thrown object as a weapon, and in fact carries no weapon specifically for that purpose. The reason is surprisingly simple: Hazel has had no sporting experience or even outdoor play that has given him the chance to practice a throwing skill, and his aim and throwing skills in general are sub-par compared to the typical person.  His fears that he might injure someone thirty feet away from his target are well-founded.

 

 

copyright D.E. "Duke" Oliver, 2019

 

 

And that's it, folks.  That's as far as I've ever had time to finish it out.  Like I said: this is about all I get for practice anymore, and the time to do it is scarce.

 

 

I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, I hope you take a minute to tell me why not: I've _got_ to do something to get the rust off!  

 

 

Duke

I liked it.  I have a brick character named the Palooka that started out as a skinny wimp but became a superhero and took on bullies too.

On 1/27/2018 at 11:32 PM, Christopher R Taylor said:

 

Its actually  not awful.  The first half or so is pretty poorly done, disappointing stuff, but it gets a lot better as the movie goes along and is pretty solid by the second half.

Its biggest sin was giving the Spirit Deadpool levels of healing factor.

Shadows of the City had an NPC called Shamus who got immortality by way of a weird science experiment.  He hates the modern day and feels his immortality as a curse.

I almost always end up coming back to Champions.  I have run other games, Castles and Crusades, Amazing Adventures, BASH and many others but I eventually end up going back to my first love. 

It wasn't my first RPG, Holmes D&D was that, or my first Superhero RPG, Villains and Vigilantes was that but I still end up getting Champions because it is the only crunchy game that I comfortable with.  Running the game just feels like putting on a pair of comfortable shoes.

On 7/22/2023 at 12:59 PM, GDShore said:

OH, I forgot to describe the Tourist's attire, Bermuda shorts in flourescent lime green, a Hawaiian print shirt, a straw hat and flip flops with knee high socks.

You suffer a flash attack just looking at him!