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Which albums stick in the heads of zombies the best?

The closed circuit TV is basically a bulky OAF Clairvoyance unit which can be used by anyone to scry particular fixed locations. So it could be argued that not being able to use mental powers through it is a limitation. But that's probably a little too "rules friendly" for your purposes....

"Hello citizens! I'm No Sense of Fashion Man and I'm here to save you!"

I just kinda have Loan-a-Mook as one of the services of VIPER, if the villain in question doesn't have ties to organized crime to get them any other way. I figure VIPER is always recruiting and always have people on their fringes trying to get hired on. Loan-a-Mook for the mooks is basically "you do this one thing for us and do it well, then we'll think about putting you on the payroll". So VIPER gets a cut of the action from the villain and/or perhaps a favor in return and "tries out" mooks at no particular risk to themselves.

I've had a couple of characters over the years who've built their own very minimal lairs. Usually it's something with the area of a small house but divided into several different physical locations so if one gets burned then he doesn't lose the secrecy of everything or lose all his stuff. (Yeah, I know you can't lose it permanently if you paid points for it but it becomes unavailable for immediate use.) Fold down bed, microwave, fridge, chair, TV, computer/laptops, bookshelf, closet, and bathroom covers the conveniences. Depending on the character, some sort of lab usually like electronics or computer because I tend to play high tech characters more than mystics. It gives him a place to bring a captive, an ally, or someone he's protecting then catch his breath. It's more that I like the idea of it than it's strictly useful. A good GM ought to take care of the pacing of the adventure and allow reasonable downtime. But I like having the control of having my own place if I want to use it. If I'm doing "the whole team meets here on a regular basis", I expect the whole team to kick in points to pay for the thing and have something more elaborate than a series of almost claustrophobic boltholes. For example, since I'm not doing either a real kitchen or a real bedroom, I could take that 1700 and divide it into five places not much smaller than a tiny apartment. I'm not living at any of the places full time and just using it on occasion in my Secret ID so the small size shouldn't drive me batty. Sorry, I don't have any of them written up anymore. What I had were mostly just proof-of-concept sketches anyway. I don't remember any of them being invaded and becoming the scene of a big fight or anything.

How long until Boy George's "Commie Chameleon" hits the top of the charts?

I wonder where she gets those marvelous toys....

I'm sure quite a few people will continue to call them WTF.

A fertilizer plant explodes, and the blast is powerful enough to somehow open a fissure in the fabric of reality. Manure from our world get sucked in. Things come out--looking for revenge! Introducing War of the Worlds, All-Crap Edition (You just think our world was crappy before....)

President Putin is sitting in his office when his telephone rings. "Hello, Mr. Putin!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Cork, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!" "Well, Paddy," Putin replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?" "Right now," says Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is meself, me cousin Seán, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!" Putin paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 1,000,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command." "Begoora!" says Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back." Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Putin, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!" "And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Putin asks. "Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor." Putin sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 60,000 tanks and 50,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 1,500,000 since we last spoke." "Saints preserve us!" says Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you." Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Putin, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!" Putin was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 1000 bombers and 2000 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 2,000,000!" "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you back." Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Good mornin', Mr. Putin! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war." "Really? I am sorry to hear that," says Putin. "Why the sudden change of heart?" "Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and we decided there is no way we can feed 2,000,000 prisoners."

I can't see the puck in hockey even with the various tech enhancements which have been tried over the years. Small fast moving black dot against a blindingly white surface doesn't work for my light-sensitive eyes. I loathe professional basketball. Used to like college basketball back in the 80's before they put in a shot clock and a three point line. I enjoy that's there's some artistry in soccer but it's not really my thing. Pro baseball is fine. I'd watch more of it but I'd have to pay extra for endless sports channels. And frankly I can watch something else or read a book cheaper. As for chicken, I've had good fried chicken at each of KFC, Church's, and Popeyes at least once. But not the other which shall remain nameless....

Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling that something ain't right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right Here I am, stuck in the middle with Groo....

What's disturbing is if you scroll to the bottom of the page and look at all the homes which the realtor thinks are similar to a missile silo....

Honorable Mention from the National Treasure soundtrack: The Sound of Silence Dogood

The Times They Are A-Changin' The Sound of Silence Immigrant Song

MSNBC is playing up the remark on its afternoon and evening shows. Reportedly, FOX isn't covering that remark at all. Haven't taken the time to look in on other news networks. It's not the first time he's admitted he's lost (denying he lost isn't a crime). But I think it is the first time he admitted he knew he lost in the context of admitting that he was trying to overturn the election (which is a crime).

"Get your Flamin' Hot Richard Nixon! Flamin' Hot Richard Nixon, right here!"

I've gotta watch that series....

"So the Victocoras had a secret nuclear reactor in their pond." The first time through I read this as "So Victoria's Secret had a nuclear reactor in their pond" and did a doubletake. Thanks to everyone who has taken part in this thread for the wonderful hours of reading.

My uncle when he was a young man had his wedding ring catch on a ladder as he was slipping and falling off of it. Nearly jerked the digit out from the middle of his hand. It permanently increased the length of that finger close to half an inch, plus gave him a loss of function and dexterity with it. Maybe they could have done a better job fixing it these days but it looked freaky as hell. And looked painful even decades later.

When I was in my 20's and working in the repair department of car dealerships, most anyone who'd been working a couple of decades in the business had a horror story to tell about someone getting their necktie caught in a fan belt. Usually happened to one of the service advisors writing up the repair order or some customer leaning over his own engine pointing out what he thinks needs repair. Slightly less common were stories of Things Gone Wrong with people who wear steel toe shoes in the shop so they could avoid minor accidents. Usually those stories involve large car parts crushing the shoe anyway and trapping the poor person's foot inside until the emergency room can figure out how to safely cut the footwear off without the person bleeding out or losing most of his foot. Stories about people seriously messing up their hand by wearing their wedding ring while working on cars (or painting houses) was a distant third. But I actually saw people whose hands had been visibly mangled from that one.

What do you call a group of old people dressing up and play fighting in the woods? LAARPing

Joe Biden called a press conference, to discuss his meeting with Vladimir Putin… “The good news, is that Mr. Putin told me that he wants peace.” After everyone cheered and clapped in relief, he added the bad news… “A piece of Ukraine, a piece of Lithuania, a piece of Finland…”

Even though it's not on a major trading road, it's likely some trading company would have a major presence there. The locals have to produce something and need something else. And a business being able to ask favors from the wizard and point out your importance to the community as an inducement for her to grant it would be a powerful fringe benefit. Banking since it sounds like the place is stable financially. Heck, any place that's not in danger of being raided and has law enforcement is practically heaven so I'd expect every occupation to be there if the tower has been around long enough. There's likely a logging industry, particularly if there's a river to send the logs down. Though likely the wizard, the fae, or the local government limits the amount or types of trees which can be downed. Fishing if there's a river or lake along with docks and perhaps a port facility. Boatmakers if there's a port. Ferrymen if there's a river. Makers of sails, rope, nets, anchors, etc. Likely a monastery or large church presence if the place is as safe as you are telling us. Young monks need to learn their letters and numbers somewhere and better that it's somewhere safe. Perhaps a large scholastic presence if there's church-owned books which need to be transcribed from older languages to new. Winery for monks. Granary and mills. Glassworks if there's a beach for sand. Saltworks if there's an ocean. Saltery for preserving fish. Weavers for making grain bags. Crockers for crockery. Coopers. Tanners if there's good hunting in the forest. Bowyers/fletchers for the hunters. Cobblers and armor-makers if there's a steady supply of leather. Orchards. Chestnuts, walnuts, pecans, almonds, hazelnuts since those are easily stored and are found naturally in many forests. Also the more typical fruit trees. Swineherding since pigs will eat acorns, leaves, and other forest debris. Quarry and stonemasons. Miners. Blacksmith. Apothecary Surgeon/dentist/barber Candlemaker Wainwright, wheelwright, carpenter Hostler, stableboy Innkeep, cook, maid, waitress Clerk (accountant), scribe Cockfights, dogfights, pit fights Soapmaker, basket-weaver, spinster, baker, teamster