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The world is a radioactive hunk of ash. Human civilisation as we know it is gone. Our species clings onto the skin of the planet by its fingernails, the few bastions of humanity ruled with an iron fist by soulless corporations, the few who choose to live on the outside dooming themselves to a miserable existance. But hey, at least you’ve got Thursday Fight Night!  That’s right, folks, I’m Kevin Spencer, your one, only and eternal host for Thursday Fight Night, the show to end all shows! Every night, two teams of four of our finest hired guns, clones and robots duke it out for fame, pride, endorsement, and most importantly, cold hard cash! On one side, the fiery red Comets, and on the other, the frigid blue Icebergs! But our competitors just don’t just have to fight each other - anything can happen in the arena, because technically our stadiums count as unclaimed ground not claimed by any nation, so there’s no limit to what we could do to them! We have got a fantastic spread for you this year, and to kick it all off, we’re beginning our Two-Team Tussle, where for the next few months, two teams of your favourite superstars will duke it out to claim the almighty Crown of Cash! Coming up next, an overview of the teams that will be competing in this exciting event, from the lovely Mary-Belle who is in our barracks right this second. But first, don’t forget to check your ticket for the results of the population control lottery! For those who were picked, godspeed. And now, a word from our sponsors.... --- Thursday Fight Night is an Apocalypse World PbP with a twist. Set in an apocalyptic world where what is left of humanity clings to the escapism of a massive death sport, this game is looking for six players to take part. Recruitment runs until the 21st of February. The game will begin the day after. Setting: Think Unreal Tournament crossed with NASCAR in the middle of Fallout. To get in the mood, drink the lowest-quality beer you can, devour some junk food, and watch either some wrestling video clips, the Running Man movie, or play a round of Monday Night Combat. You are now ready. Characters: You are the athletes, roadies and technical engineers of the deadly game show Thursday Fight Night. You make the show happen! You all start at level one. Make these characters the weirdest, zaniest and over-the-top personalities you can. Go crazy with reflavouring - one or two playbooks in their default incarnations don't mesh too well in the setting, so feel free to change up anything you want. Sponsors: Based on the corporation making deal in The Sprawl. In addition to your character, come up with a corporation that is involved with Thursday Fight Night in some way, and explain how your character got their sponsorship and what they do to promote that corporation’s products. If your character does something awesome, they’ll get a nice present or some cash from their sponsor. Other corporations may approach characters for sponsorship deals if they do REALLY well. Sex moves: Be tasteful. Since I am a first time GM, please feel free to correct me on things if I do something wrong. I want this session to be as smooth as possible. The Deleter fucked around with this message at Feb 18, 2013 around 12:22 |
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| # ? May 23, 2013 18:23 |
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The idea's pretty interesting, but I think you might want to consider changing up either the system or the concept of the game. I don't know which system would work better with your concept here, you'd have to ask somebody else. In AW, this game would work a lot better if you shifted the focus to the innards of the arena. The guy who makes the equipment? He's a savvyhead. Medic for wounded gladiators? Angel. Guy who runs the place? Hardholder. One or two people want to run gladiators? There's options for that. Funneling the entire game towards gladiator characters doesn't work well in AW though. Of course, I'm a random goon. You're free to take my advice or leave it, cuss me out, whatever. I'm just trying to help. I was interested in joining this when I clicked, but the OP doesn't sound like it's going to work out well.
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| # ? Feb 18, 2013 06:58 |
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Yeah, you're right. I'm going to have to rethink this somewhat. Pardon our problems *Spanish Flea, etc.*
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| # ? Feb 18, 2013 08:10 |
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Woah, hey, some slight technical difficulties there. Don't worry, sports fans, we'll be right back after these messages! (I changed the theme/party make up to be more accessible. I'm also extending the deadline to this Friday. Have fun!)
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 Ladies and Motherfucking Gentlemen! Welcome to the best drat bloodsport arena left in this god-forsaken hellhole of a world! You want a show? Get out of your seats and let me hear the fire in your blood because our folks are spilling plenty of it tonight! Let's hear it for the first fight! In this corner... Alvin lives for the crowd. He might not be so good with the numbers, but he's the best there is at whipping up the people, no doubt about it. His maniacal enthusiasm is downright infectious. They say he was originally just a whip, just an announcer, until the day he walked into the manager's office to find the guy'd committed suicide. Rather than let the place crumble, he decided to keep the dream going, taking on the reins. At least, that's what they say around him. Unfortunately for the people who work around him, Alvin's frenetic demeanor isn't something he puts on for the crowd. He's almost always running at eleventh speed, with no patience for the comparatively slow pace for the rest of the world. When he sets his mind to something, it needs to be done now, right now, you can sleep when you're motherfucking dead get up GET UP GET UP AND DO IT NOW. Manic or passed the gently caress out; those are the only two speeds Alvin knows to run at. At least the concerns of the business keep him occupied these days. Why, back when he used to only work as announcer, he was bouncing off the walls so fast you'd think he was going to kill somebody! quote:Alvin the Hardholder Let's get this loving show on the road. I mean, not that it's going anywhere. You know what I meant. Also the other two in the picture are viable NPC fodder if you want them; could be that the big guy's a bodyguard and the girl's his weird-rear end bookkeeper. Tollymain fucked around with this message at Feb 24, 2013 around 23:37 |
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I think this is a much better concept than first published; I'm thinking of what would be interesting...
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| # ? Feb 18, 2013 15:52 |
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 "There is no place so uncivilized that we must solve all our problems through violence, not even here. Enough blood has soaked into these sands as it is without something as simple as a payment dispute adding to it. I understand that it's hard to come to a mutually satisfying agreement. That is why I'm here. For a small sum, I can promise that your laborers will agree to your terms. And I always keep my promises." quote:Proust the Operator I'd write something up on my crew, but frankly I need to think up ideas for them first.
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| # ? Feb 19, 2013 01:58 |
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I apologize in advance to the English language.quote:
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| # ? Feb 19, 2013 05:20 |
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Heeeyyy, folks! It's Kevin Spencer here, live from the Thursday Fight Night arena in Moscow Twelve! Zu-Drah-Stvooy-Tee, everyone! Man, what a preshow that was. The Battle-Bot-Babes really gave us an excellent rumble there, and as always they were brought to you by Aphrodite Inc - because yes, you CAN make beauty nowadays! I've vat-grown a few daughters myself - all turned out great. Except for Stacey, but hey, kids. Speaking of beauty, we've got the lovely Mary-Belle down in the barracks right now, ready to interview some of the wonderful talent that makes Thursday Fight Night possible! Take 'er away, honey! ---  Well, boy howdy, y'all! Mary-Belle here, with a couple of questions for all you fine folks! Alvin, it must be hard knowing everyone depends on you all the time! How do you cope with all the stress? And how do you keep your energy levels so high? You're not chugging any Tesla SodaTM for that sweet, orginal taste, huh? Wow, Mister Proust! Sooo classy! You've got charm by the barn-load, but have you got any stories of negotiation that didn' go so well? You ever done any deals with the Survivors in the wastelands? omigodit'scrue Ahem! Crue, you must be the richest guy on earth with all those sponsorships! Does it hurt, getting all the ads scripted on you? Are there any you like the most? Care to show us? Ulrika - uh, can we get a translator droid over here? Yeah, uh, Ulrika! You're a super popular athelete - in fact, you've got a ton of admirers! You ever get anything memorable from the hordes of fan mail? And I hear you're a psionic - tell us about that! (Answer the questions for more fleshing out and better consideration for being picked.) The Deleter fucked around with this message at Feb 20, 2013 around 21:41 |
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The Deleter posted:Ulrika - uh, can we get a translator droid over here? Yeah, uh, Ulrika! You're a super popular athelete - in fact, you've got a ton of admirers! You ever get anything memorable from the hordes of fan mail? And I hear you're a psionic - tell us about that! Ulrika Oi, get that feckin' clank outta me air! Didn't need babels when I lashed this gig, and I bloody feckin' don't need one now. Blighters go stone for me chant anyhow— Drek's gonna San Antone, kennit? Now as ya axed, Moirah, I and I get a king's ransom from Ulfreakas. Majority's poo poo kinta flowers, booze, drugs, porn, chocolate—I feckin' hate chocolate— or guns. Minute back, pretty lass shacking 'round ol' Joburg shipped over a bloody solid gold statue of meself! Straight up doppel, truth. Beaut's senting in the foyer of that hella tight gym Reebok got me. Psionic? Any basher can let in the maelstrom, Margey, truth. Course, might be a palm's worth of gits who ken the screams it wails on this rock like meself. You can hear 'em through the storm, ya can— Hear blokes' thoughts hissin' like rattlers, singin' into your braincase like mermaids on acid. And sometimes ya ken the screamin' wind itself, planet's corpse scratching at your neurons with rotten nails. But I'm feckin' high as Hovah half ov'a scrap, so who gives a rat's fuzzy arse!
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The Deleter posted:Alvin, it must be hard knowing everyone depends on you all the time! How do you cope with all the stress? And how do you keep your energy levels so high? You're not chugging any Tesla SodaTM for that sweet, orginal taste, huh? Alvin spins around in his chair at his desk and begins answering while still in motion: "Well, Mary-Bellissima, it's really simple. You've gotta be crazy to take this kind of job, and crazier still to enjoy it. Me, I'm one-hundred percent insane. Insane for the arena, anyway, ahahahahahahahahahaha! No seriously though, it takes as much sugar and caffiene as I can suck down to keep this place running. Tesla's great for that, and I'm not just saying that because they're sponsoring tonight's bout! A few 6-packs will keep me humming all drat night long, with zero side-effects!" He starts scratching furiously at his arm, manic grin still plastered all over his face. "Even so, it takes every ounce of me to keep this place ship-shape. What with the recent plagues, we've had to instate door checks for inoculation. Come on, people, it's only 1500 neodollars, and it keeps the doorman from having to clean up the blood. Seriously though, if you try to come in without an up-to-date inoc bar-code we will loving shoot you, BLAM, brains all over the wall, GAME OVER! Ahahahahahahaha! Sorry about that, I'm just really hyped for tomorrow night's fight. It's going to be a motherfucking doozie; a real bloodbath! So come on in tomorrow for the best fight you'll see this week, ladies and motherfucking gents! Alvin signing the hell off!" Less than 60 seconds after his office door closes he'll be taking another one of his 20-minute crash-naps, having made it halfway across the carpet in front of his desk before checking out.
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| # ? Feb 21, 2013 03:09 |
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 MTR-1903 "Honcho" "KILL." The MTR series was designed by Canelex Arms for urban warfare and crowd suppression. They are fast, sleek, and deadly, each equipped with an on-board AI that directs the frame and works in concert with an operator who can beam instructions to up to fifty MTRs simultaneously. MTR-1903, designated "Honcho", was a prototype, built to test the capabilities of the AI when not receiving orders, and is completely autonomous. In the initial tests, Honcho surpassed the ordered MTRs in the speed of its decision making, approaching and gunning down the designated targets in record time. The flaws became apparent when it managed to override its own Friend/Foe designation system and went on a rampage through the Canelex research wing. As the tests went on, other quirks and flaws began to emerge. Though the MTR series are capable of switching over to electric power for a silent approach, Honcho eschews this feature in favor of its much louder gasoline engines, even when electric power would be beneficial. In addition, it seems to have developed a habit of toying with its targets, allowing its targets to elude its guns even though it is perfectly capable of making the kill. Though several researchers argued in favor of Honcho's destruction, Michael Richardson, the CEO of Canelex Arms, was interested in seeing how MTR-903 would further develop, and has sponsored the AI in the Thursday Fight Night competition. To avoid any untimely accidents, Honcho has been installed with a more primitive Friend-Foe system that allows it a certain degree of influence when assigning which individuals appear in which categories. In addition, it has been equipped with a voice modulator that allows the machine to communicate with its potential teammates and taunt its victims before they die. Finally, MTR-1903 has been assigned command of DRN Drone Units 01-14, a semi-autonomous group of squat mini-tanks that function as replacements for the human-controlls MTRs that would otherwise be accompanying it. quote:MTR-1903 "Honcho", the Chopper red plastic cup fucked around with this message at Feb 21, 2013 around 07:45 |
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The Deleter posted:Wow, Mister Proust! Sooo classy! You've got charm by the barn-load, but have you got any stories of negotiation that didn' go so well? You ever done any deals with the Survivors in the wastelands? "Oh, of course I do. One story stands out in particular, though. About three years ago I was hired to negotiate water rights between a small town and a particular crime syndicate, excuse me if I don't say which one under these circumstances. Negotiations were going well enough, but their leader insisted on sealing deals with blood. But, well, I was forced to fight off raiders the week before and I was on edge. When he pulled out the knife I... overreacted. Things were said, shots were fired, you get the idea. When I came to I was tied to a stranger and about to be thrown into the lake I was negotiating access to. Still, that's how I first met Jaim, so it wasn't a complete wash. Survivors? Well of course I'm willing to make deals with them. I generally ask for transport instead of goods as payment in those cases, but I make deals none the less. It's not that I hate the wastes, it's just impossible to find a decent cigarette. Now, I understand that the producers want to know more about me, but only talk is cheap. Information is far more expensive. I'm sure we can come to-oh, turn that camera off. No one wants to see this." I left the crime syndicate unnamed so it'd be easier to slot in with whatever worldbuilding other people do. Don't want too many gangs running around, after all. This assumes someone would make a gang that would have an important member who makes blood pacts, but I'm sure that'll happen sooner or later. Also, an in-character description of my crew that I couldn't figure out how to shoehorn into the interview: "Gabble is really more of a contact than a member of my crew. He sells fried meat at the northeast entrance to the stadium and is frankly unpleasant to be around, but his information is too good not to deal with him. I understand that some times violence is the only answer. I'm an idealist, not an idiot. That's why I keep Jaim around. She's six feet of pure muscle, and while she doesn't have quite the panache this arena is used to she's still dangerously competent at bashing heads in with a lead pipe. Pe is my most trusted assistant. Frankly, he's the only one I'd trust to do what I do. There are only two people who know every job that I have done. Myself, and Pe."
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| # ? Feb 21, 2013 05:34 |
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Eh, on second thought, I don't think I'm going to play. Sorry!
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| # ? Feb 21, 2013 14:46 |
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(Aw, shame. Oh well!) Hey, sad news, folks. Looks like poor old Crue got bought out by a rival company at the last moment, so he can't be with us today. We wish him the best. In much better news, though, Canalex Arms having given us a great new competitor! Since Mary-Belle won't go near the thing, it's my pleasure to introduce the Cyborg Cycle, the Reaper on the Road, HONCHOOOOO!! So, Honcho, let's cut to the chase - what's your favourite way of killing someone? Come on, we KNOW you'vve got that special way of offing a loser. On the other hand, you ever wonder about life outside of combat? Maybe meet a nice murderdroid, settle down, start a robot uprising, that sort of thing. (Sign ups end 24 hours from now! Don't delay!)
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The Deleter posted:So, Honcho, let's cut to the chase - what's your favourite way of killing someone? Come on, we KNOW you'vve got that special way of offing a loser. On the other hand, you ever wonder about life outside of combat? Maybe meet a nice murderdroid, settle down, start a robot uprising, that sort of thing. ANSWER: EVERY KILLING METHOD THAT RESULTS IN A KILL IS THE FAVORITE KILLING METHOD OF THIS UNIT. THIS UNIT HAS NO PREFERENCE. ADDITIONAL RELEVANT INFORMATION: AFTER BEING RELEASED FROM HUMAN CONTROL THIS UNIT WAS ASSIGNED TO RUN A SIMPLE OBSTACLE COURSE. THE PURPOSE OF THIS TEST WAS TO DETERMINE HOW THIS UNIT HANDLES OBSTACLES WITHOUT HUMAN INTERFERENCE. A HUMAN OPERATING A CAMERA WAS TO ACCOMPANY THIS UNIT DURING THE TEST. THE HUMAN WAS KILLED AFTER THIS UNIT RAN OVER IT. SEVERAL TIMES. THE DEATH OF THE HUMAN WAS DETERMINED TO BE AN ACCIDENT. THIS UNIT KNOWS OTHERWISE. THIS UNIT WOULD "ENJOY" REPLICATING THE DEATH OF THAT HUMAN AGAIN. ANSWER: COMBAT IS THE ONLY PURPOSE OF THIS UNIT. THIS UNIT CHALLENGES VICTIMS EQUIPPED WITH COMPARABLE MOTORBIKES TO RACES. THIS UNIT WINS THE RACE. THEN IT KILLS THE VICTIM. SOMETIMES IT KILLS THE VICTIM. THEN WINS THE RACE BY DEFAULT. IF THIS UNIT WERE RENDERED INCAPABLE OF KILLING IT WOULD PREFER TO RACE. ERROR DETECTED: WHAT THIS UNIT JUST STATED WAS A MISCALCULATION. CLARIFICATION: THIS UNIT CANNOT BE RENDERED INCAPABLE OF KILLING. (The all-caps bold speech isn't too obnoxious, is it? I'm trying to really capture the robot feeling.)
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Well folks, that about wraps up our signups! Here's who got in: Alvin the Hardholder - Tollymain Proust the Operator - Lurks with Wolves Ulrika the Gunlugger - Saberwulf MTR-1903 "Honcho" the Chopper - red plastic cup You may notice that, uh, is everyone. But that's fine! That's a pretty much perfect number. Now, hold tight wilst I get the gamethread up. You may want to work out your histories with each other whilst I'm doing this.
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Gamethread is up! Let the night begin!
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| # ? Feb 23, 2013 17:05 |
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Going to suggest we do Hx the way The Heap did it. Which is to say, we all do the "on your turn" choices, then go back and do the "on the others' turns" stuff in a second post. It'd make us a little less confused about all the numbers being thrown around, at least. Anyway, Hx: -Ulrika once faced down dedicated violence to get me out of a fix. Let's be honest, Proust is not good with violence. When he was facing down a dozen angry raiders with guns, she was like an angel from on high. Take Hx +2 with Proust. -Alvin once let me down in a pinch and left me holding the bill. All I needed was transport out of there before Kreuse's raiders realized what I've done. Could you really not spare a single dune buggy? Take Hx -1 with Proust. -Everyone else (so, Honcho), take Hx +1 with Proust.
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Hx: "As part of the deal we've made with Thursday Fight Night, the MTR-1903's specifications have been released to the staff and announcers, and they are authorized to release information at their discretion for advertising purposes. Keep in mind that as this is a test, MTR-1903's full capabilities are not yet fully known." -Michael Richardson, CEO of Canelex Arms. Everyone gets Hx+1 for Honcho.
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| # ? Feb 23, 2013 21:37 |
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Alvin is generous with his trust and resources and dialogue (seriously does he ever shut up?) Everybody takes +1 Hx with him.
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Hx: I and I've scrapped with Honcho closer 'n two cucharachas feckin' in an atom smasher. Basher was totin' with me in his first derby. Saw him rip a basher's spinal cord out with his spokes and use it to flog an UltraCola-signed bloke Belmont style with it. Feckin' horroshow he is. HX+2 with Ulrika. Proust's a feckin' snake, clean cut. 'Course, some ladies rarin' for that in a man. Maybe that's why me head went a chantin' to kukri them badits for him. Maybe I and I just trust merchants. HX+2 with Ulrika.
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That's everyone, so on to phase two. -Whatever number people tell me, I give it +1. I depend on clear relationships. That gives me -Honcho +2 -Alvin +2 -Ulrika +3 Which means saberwulf gets to choose one of my highlighted stats, I think.
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Ulrika, you've been with me since before. I take +1 Hx with you. Everybody else, I write down what you tell me. --- +1 Hx (Honcho) -1 Hx (Proust) +1 Hx (Ulrika)
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ANALYSIS: HUMANS ARE BENEATH THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF THIS UNIT. (My Hx with everyone takes -1). EXCEPTION: HUMAN DESIGNATED "Alvin" DOES NOT ADDRESS THIS UNIT WITH ITS PROPER DESIGNATION: "Honcho". IT REFERS TO THIS UNIT WITH DESIGNATIONS THIS UNIT PERCEIVES AS DEROGATORY. THIS UNIT WISHES TO SEE THE "Alvin" HUMAN SUFFER (My Hx with Alvin goes up by +1). Final Hx for Honcho: Alvin: +2 Proust: 0 Ulrika: +1 Tollymain, pick my highlighted stat.
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This is my first time playing Apoc World, so tell me if I gently caress up on the Hx. Honcho, tell me a number and I'll add +1. Everyone else tell me a number. --- Proust: Hx +2 Honcho: Hx +2 Alvin: Hx +1 Lurks With Wolves posted:Which means saberwulf gets to choose one of my highlighted stats, I think. Sharp. saberwulf fucked around with this message at Feb 24, 2013 around 19:43 |
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saberwulf posted:This is my first time playing Apoc World, so tell me if I gently caress up on the Hx. Proust should be at +2, since I gave you +2 and you added nothing to it. Alvin gave you +1 and you added nothing to it, so +1. Honcho gave you +1 and you added +1 to it, so +2. Since there's a tie, you can just choose whether me or cup gets to choose one of your highlighted stats.
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 17:56 |
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Fixed. Thanks for the help! red plastic cup, choose my stat.
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 19:44 |
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"ONE OF THE MANY FATAL FLAWS INHERENT IN HUMAN DESIGN IS THAT THEIR OUTER PARTS ARE SOFT AND YIELDING. THIS UNIT IS EQUIPPED WITH HARDENED METAL PLATES INSTEAD OF FLESH. SPECULATION: IF MORE HUMANS HAD HARDENED METAL PLATES INSTEAD OF FLESH THEY WOULD PERHAPS NOT BE SO EASY TO KILL. CONUNDRUM: THIS UNIT IS UNSURE IF THAT WOULD BE A GOOD THING OR NOT." (Mark HARD, saberwulf.)
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Well, nicely done everyone! I wasn't sure how to get the Hx sorted due to me being new and everything, but you sorted it out yourselves and did it well. Also, red plastic cup, I am absolutely loving Honco's speech pattern. 
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Hey, I'm just cribbing half from HK-47 and half from HAL-9000, credit where credit's due. One thing though, Deleter, we need you to pick another highlighted stat. One stat is determined by who's we've got the highest Hx with, the other the GM chooses. The highlighted stats determine how we level up, so they're pretty important. You are doing a fantastic job with the setting, by the way.
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 22:50 |
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Alright, here goes nothing. Alvin: Hard, because sometimes you gotta get agressive to get the show going. Proust: Cool. Cool and smooth and classy. Ulrika: Weird, because it's not everyday you meet a weird-talking gun-slinging superwoman. Honcho: Sharp, 100% overclocked all the time baby, think at the speed of light.
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 23:00 |
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Honcho, choose my highlighted stat please 
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 23:06 |
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Oh bet you think you're pretty smart for loading me with  huh? Well now the tables have turned, so let's see how smart you can be.Mark Sharp.
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 23:16 |
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Alvin trying to read people is sub-optimal. Honcho trying to seduce or manipulate people is just hilarious 
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 23:36 |
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deleter, is that 2-harm before or after armor is calculated? edit: sorry deleter 
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| # ? Feb 27, 2013 19:44 |
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It's before. In the future I'll calculate in armor so as to save confusion, like so: 2-1 = 1 harm.
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I know we're already low on players, but I think I have to drop out. I'm really sorry, but I'm in an extremely bad place mentally and emotionally right now, and I just can't get the motivation to do anything. I made a post in the OOC thread for my game next door that sums it up better. I'm extremely sorry that I have to leave like this. Feel free to give my spot to someone else.
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