Assuming Smith's not dead, he could probably fix you.
I don't think Smith actually got to enjoy any of the violence at all.
If my robot is dead, I will just BS some stuff up. "Keitel Corp called, they said the machine you guys got earlier was just a floor model, the real thing is still en route and will be here in a day or two."
Sorry my internet crapped out right near the end, we've been having nothing but shit weather here the past 3 or 4 days and last night was no exception. Hope everything wrapped up well.
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INeedNoSaltwith blood on my teethRegistered Userregular
edited August 2007
I'm spending my 2 pp from last night on two ranks of Dodge Focus, to bring my dodge value to the cap for our level.
Just reposting this, since I believe some people missed it and it deserves to be seen. Ending narration for the epic-length game.
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<Gamemaster>
There comes a time when everyone is defined by actions… or inactions. There is a point in the career of all where a singular moment, a short span of time, changes everything. As the Lightkeepers huddled in that bloody, ruined room; the sounds of boots running down the stairs, St. Justice’s shouts as he opened the door, the bodies of their injured comrades on the floor; as they stood over the fallen body of the leader of the Smile Syndicate, blood trickling down his face, they reached a threshold. There was a line crossed, a world of thugs and gangsters had been exited and a world of terror and pain and true evil had been entered. For every great deed done, every great battle fought, every great foe fell, there are those who watch and wait and plan. As the police sirens piled up, the ambulances that came, the SWAT teams that busted into the rooms, the stretchers that were filled with bodies, the media that swarmed the outside, the criminals that were led away, the watchers and waiters and planners made note.
Sitting on the tallest skyscraper, a young man was watching and waiting and planning and crying. Tears fell down his cheek as he gazed at a ruined building, a site of charcoal that had once held dozens of families. He held his hand outstretched, then closed it and stood. There is a moment when a person is defined by an action committed or a word spoken. For this boy, that moment would come soon enough. He stepped off the skyscraper and exploded into a figure of green wreathing flames, streaking away into the sky. He too was watching, and waiting, and planning.
So, uh. This IC post has kinda gotten away from me. I started to write and write and I'm at seven pages in Word and I'm halfway done. This thing will be well over ten pages.
Ok, I had to make the Epilogue and Cutscenes two separate posts. The thing is massive and huge and long. It came out to a little more then ten pages in Word. I just started writing and had all these ideas to do and couldn't pick one so I said "fuck it" and wrote all of them for four fucking hours. The first two posts are PURELY OPTIONAL reading, they go into a bit of scenes that happened after the fight. The group has finished the first adventure, Issue One and now is moving onto the next issue! Those two IC posts kinda setup the next issue.
The THIRD Post I am writing right now actually has IC stuff you guys can respond to. It'll start in the hospital and you guys can start responding as soon as I get it up.
EDIT: Moved stuff around. The first post in there now contains just the ending of Issue One. The second post contains the beginning of Issue Two. The third post will contain the start of IC thread.
You can view the actual session logs. War Smith went down to the vaults after the Beat Cops lied that the Chief of Police had sent him to ensure money was safe. So War Smith sat around in there acting busy while war was waged.
IC thread is up, the post starts here. All characters can speak except PSK, who is taken back to base to get repaired. Salt will be using Blackwell for this scene. Use it to ask questions, discuss what happened, etc. Once we post in here for a bit, we'll move forward a few days.
DVGNo. 1 Honor StudentNether Institute, Evil AcademyRegistered Userregular
edited August 2007
In my desire to trasmute robots into their basest components, I used one of my PP to buy an Alternate Power of Transform for a weaker version that uses Reflex saves instead of Fortitude Saves.
Status Update: I am basically free until 5pm Sunday, AST (that's 9EST for all you that suck at math). If you guys want, we can game tomorrow. It'd be short and might be plagued with interruptions as staff arrives. It's up to you guys.
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Hi I'm Vee!Formerly VH; She/Her; Is an E X P E R I E N C ERegistered Userregular
edited August 2007
Celebrating my sister's birthday tomorrow, so I can't.
Getting IC post up today (damn NFL Preseason games distracting me). I think we'll probably skip next Sunday as well, barring any opening of my schedule.
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I don't think Smith actually got to enjoy any of the violence at all.
If my robot is dead, I will just BS some stuff up. "Keitel Corp called, they said the machine you guys got earlier was just a floor model, the real thing is still en route and will be here in a day or two."
Also, IC thread?
I think I'm honestly already going into Pearl City withdrawl. >_>
Salt, the Robot is still alive. It's just smashed up real good.
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<Gamemaster>
There comes a time when everyone is defined by actions… or inactions. There is a point in the career of all where a singular moment, a short span of time, changes everything. As the Lightkeepers huddled in that bloody, ruined room; the sounds of boots running down the stairs, St. Justice’s shouts as he opened the door, the bodies of their injured comrades on the floor; as they stood over the fallen body of the leader of the Smile Syndicate, blood trickling down his face, they reached a threshold. There was a line crossed, a world of thugs and gangsters had been exited and a world of terror and pain and true evil had been entered. For every great deed done, every great battle fought, every great foe fell, there are those who watch and wait and plan. As the police sirens piled up, the ambulances that came, the SWAT teams that busted into the rooms, the stretchers that were filled with bodies, the media that swarmed the outside, the criminals that were led away, the watchers and waiters and planners made note.
Sitting on the tallest skyscraper, a young man was watching and waiting and planning and crying. Tears fell down his cheek as he gazed at a ruined building, a site of charcoal that had once held dozens of families. He held his hand outstretched, then closed it and stood. There is a moment when a person is defined by an action committed or a word spoken. For this boy, that moment would come soon enough. He stepped off the skyscraper and exploded into a figure of green wreathing flames, streaking away into the sky. He too was watching, and waiting, and planning.
Expect to read like a motherfucker.
I am going into withdrawl over here
The THIRD Post I am writing right now actually has IC stuff you guys can respond to. It'll start in the hospital and you guys can start responding as soon as I get it up.
EDIT: Moved stuff around. The first post in there now contains just the ending of Issue One. The second post contains the beginning of Issue Two. The third post will contain the start of IC thread.
So...uh...what was I doing during all this? >.>
you got disconnected trying to zone into the instance.
You can view the actual session logs. War Smith went down to the vaults after the Beat Cops lied that the Chief of Police had sent him to ensure money was safe. So War Smith sat around in there acting busy while war was waged.
I hope the city the city thanks us with some new wheels
Why did you hire him again?
Roger - "Damn kids. As reckless now as they've ever been. I can't believe I let myself get talked into this job."
You're like our grumpy old uncle.
Do not expect to hear from me until at least Saturday night.
Question you say. Care to elaborate?
There was a magic bullet. It was forged by Illuminati mystics to prevents us from learning the truth
What is with all these August birthdays?
back friday