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Yesssssss.... C - Fear. Let them have their baubles, you will be prepared for what is coming.
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# ¿ Jan 28, 2015 02:59 |
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# ¿ Apr 29, 2024 13:57 |
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A. 70% Ship first, everything else follows
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# ¿ Jan 31, 2015 09:30 |
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E. And you know why.
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# ¿ Feb 5, 2015 10:10 |
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A
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# ¿ Feb 11, 2015 07:12 |
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C
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# ¿ Feb 14, 2015 04:06 |
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FireSight posted:D The very fact that you were able to dock and board the ship without being noticed, and doing so UNINTENTIONALLY, shows a serious flaw in the Explorators systems. He just lost a lot of his bargaining power with you, because it's shown that his setup has been incompetent. That said, we are willing, out of our respect to him and his brethren, to allow the Magos the honor of watching the ship being raised... if they can provide us with the required fuel. Kai Tave posted:Voting D by way of B. Even when we take advantage of this for our own ends we should still make it clear, diplomatically or otherwise, that there are limits to how far you can gently caress with a Rogue Trader, spooky techno-mystics or no. This whole situation smacks of someone's attempt at dickwaving or a "test" of some sort, and that poo poo can't stand. Works for me
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# ¿ Feb 15, 2015 08:09 |
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and we were raised by Inquisitors. Politeness is for little people.
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# ¿ Feb 16, 2015 04:06 |
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Plan Kai
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# ¿ Feb 16, 2015 11:18 |
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DOWN JACKET FETISH posted:Don't trust the skull jesus christ people. We don't know that till 3/4 of the way through the game
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# ¿ Feb 16, 2015 19:25 |
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dollA dollA
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# ¿ Feb 19, 2015 05:11 |
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Tran posted:Show these dregs that the Prosper dynasty is something to fear once more. Also this. Deniability is simply polite.
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# ¿ Feb 19, 2015 05:17 |
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Por que no los dos?
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2015 04:28 |
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B works for me, and your writing inspired me to do my own CYOA So theres that
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2015 05:42 |
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A. We're not big leagues yet.
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# ¿ Feb 22, 2015 05:54 |
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B
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# ¿ Feb 24, 2015 03:08 |
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T3 A2 S1 Very Rare for a platoon, make them our Praetorians. Troop names are the voidwalkers, due to their first successful action under us.
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2015 05:56 |
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EG3
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# ¿ Feb 26, 2015 04:19 |
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A
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# ¿ Feb 28, 2015 23:57 |
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JT Jag posted:It's all well and good until new Orcs who don't have augmetics start sprouting. Feed them to the tribes
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# ¿ Mar 2, 2015 16:00 |
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This is a Good Post. yoCo
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# ¿ Mar 3, 2015 00:06 |
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Im up for spending Fate, but burning on some pleb doesn't work for me. We are a Rogue Trader!
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# ¿ Mar 3, 2015 01:40 |
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A
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# ¿ Mar 3, 2015 17:54 |
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Beer4TheBeerGod posted:Actually it's a case study in the (lack of) ethics in mob rule. We have ethics, its just a pragmatic utilitarianism unburdened by empathy
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# ¿ Mar 3, 2015 18:38 |
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Pththya-lyi posted:We are being empathetic - towards our own. They work hard and are loyal to the death, why shouldn't we take reasonable measures to protect them? Empathy is a tool by which the weak try to make up for their own failures. Embrace Objectivism. We shall use them until they are no longer useful, then discard them.
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# ¿ Mar 3, 2015 21:57 |
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Outrail posted:I can't help but feel that for all the demons and toad killing and whatever pit Ohone is digging for herself it's this thread that will produce the most objectively evil CYOA protagonist. Challenge accepted
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# ¿ Mar 4, 2015 00:52 |
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I'm excited to see where this goes Also, woo! Thread title!
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# ¿ Mar 4, 2015 04:14 |
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D
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# ¿ Mar 5, 2015 05:46 |
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Nothing! It was perfectly natural!
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# ¿ Mar 5, 2015 05:56 |
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B/C Vader lost limbs several times, so can we.
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2015 17:07 |
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Outrail posted:Study at the library. Have Crispy help, and get him talking during breaks Also have him read the tattoos on our back.
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2015 17:52 |
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Kai Tave posted:C with side of B for all the reasons enumerated. We can brush up on our swording skills any time but getting to pore through a Mechanicus library doesn't come along every day and we need to be able to hit the ground running. Have Crispy assist and use the opportunity to see if we can covertly glean anything about him as well. And who is the only group to make vortex grenades? The Mechanicus
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2015 19:58 |
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Beer4TheBeerGod posted:
We are the Magos
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# ¿ Mar 8, 2015 06:00 |
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Through the warp It was Prosper day, and all was well. You were ensconced in your throne, a half dozen meters high. It was one solid piece, made of the blast steel of a planetary battery from Sacred Terra. It alone was worth worlds, and it was the least of your treasures. Around you, the tapestries and relics of a thousand conquests, a thousand victories. By your will was the sector moved, by your will did trade pulse. At your back, squads of Space Marines, sworn by their Chapter Master to eternal loyalty to your Dynasty. They watched with cold eyes, visual representations of your strength and glory. Even Space Marines served you - even the Chapter Masters were compliant to your whispers. Your personal weapons and armor was crafted by their finest smiths - artifacts with millennia of history. In front of you, the obedient and the servile. Inquisitor Lord Gant, brought back from the dead, brought back from the Warp. Your alchemical masters and Magi forced him backed to life, and now he bent the knee. It was said that your wrath was worse than the Daemons of the Warp, and he would know, wouldn’t he? Behind him, all the other Inquisitors, all the ones who had tortured you in your youth, surrendered, their Rosettes now marked with the ‘P’ that was your Dynasty. With them as well, the Rogue Traders came to grant you homage. Dozens of them, all the Dynasties who had laughed at you, all the ones you had thought you could never aspire to. Their fleets served you, if begrudgingly, and you occasionally made examples of them. But they served regardless, and your wealth was the stuff of legends. The Sector-Lords were even considering making you a High Lord, in a century or so. Races and nations and species you’d never heard of, all came to grant you tribute, the fear and the awe that was your due. Such was your will - such was the destiny the universe had granted you. To stride the galaxy like a colossus, and crush all before you. Your life was and would be nothing but an endless series of victories and successes, and the children of your line would conquer other galaxies themselves. Except… that wasn’t it, was it. Your life had been hard, starting in squalor, fighting over scraps, making bargains with people who should have obeyed you instantly. The Space Marines faded from view, and the Rogue Traders walked away, laughing at you still. The Inquisitors… the Inquisitors grew horns and fangs and a perfect beauty. You had always known they had served the Warp. You had always known they were out to get you, stop you from getting what you deserved. Dozens of Inquisitors, with warp-crafted weapons, watching you with sharp teeth and easy smiles, the same golden eyes peering out of every skull, the same voice echoing from every throat. “Didn’t you know were damned, Sebastian? And you with us. We have brought you down with us, to dance and cavort in the darkness. Your home is in the Warp, Sebastian, and we love you…” You pulled your gun, trying to prioritize targets. There were so many of them, and your resources so few. Your relic turned to a lasgun in your hands, a pitiful thing, and you felt the terror of being overwhelmed once again. Gant had brought you into this world, a world of terror and pain, and he was going to take you out the same way. Except the world that followed would be even worse… You called out to the God-Emperor and he came. Four meters high, wreathed in silvery battle armor, the glow of his psyker powers spreading out from him in waves. The Inquisitors knelt and cried, mewling before something that was so much greater than they. He gestured, and they melted away, like visions of water in the heat. You crawled before the God-Emperor, crying and worshipping, dreaming of looking up to see that perfect face… “Rise, my child. My favored one.” The voice was perfect, and you looked up, like staring into the sun and saw Ork features staring back at you. What, what? Crispy floated over to you, a small skull out of the darkness. “Hey, you feeling okay?” “...what?” “You took a big whiff of that hallucinogen grenade. What you seeing?” The God-Ork-Emperor looked down at you, smiling toothily. “Um… nothing important.”
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# ¿ Mar 13, 2015 04:03 |
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B, but you secretly believe C The library is cool as gently caress by the way.
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# ¿ Mar 13, 2015 23:38 |
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Beer4TheBeerGod posted:Well you know the Warp is a parallel dimension where emotions are made manifest through the collective will of sentient beings. It is the well of power from which psykers are able to do amazing things, but is also host to beings of unfathomable malice. Traveling through the Warp is only way to travel faster than light. Warp travel can not only send you through space but also time, and it is possible to arrive at your destination before you left for it. To look into the Warp is to stare into pure insanity. Ways for future me to tell past me stock predictions
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# ¿ Mar 14, 2015 06:28 |
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B
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# ¿ Mar 22, 2015 16:16 |
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B
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# ¿ Mar 25, 2015 02:41 |
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# ¿ Apr 29, 2024 13:57 |
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C
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