|
Squats! The Squats (Homo sapiens rotundus) were short, stocky and physically hardy Abhumans who were adapted to the heavy gravity conditions that predominated on the worlds they had settled near the core of the Milky Way Galaxy. Of all the Abhuman types encountered by the Imperium, they most closely resembled baseline humans. Squats were the descendants of baseline humans who had colonised the worlds around the galactic core in the far distant past. These worlds are some of the oldest in the galaxy, formed when the galaxy's structure had not yet been fully stabilized. The Squat species was ultimately destroyed by the invasion of a Tyranid splinter Hive Fleet that consumed their homeworlds in the late 41st Millennium, though some survivors still serve in the Imperial Guard, hoping for revenge and to find a new beginning for the remnants of their race... This is not their story. This is the story of Scrunts.  Squats are what you get when humans settle on worlds with high gravity. Scrunts may well be what you get when humans settle on worlds with high gravity and enormous amounts of ionizing radiation. Wizened, bestial, mysterious abhumans, Scrunts can best be described as a cross between dwarves, orks, and that guy on the bus late at night who's weaving his way towards sitting down next to yoh my god has he poo poo himself I think he's poo poo himself. This is not to say they are mindless. Indeed, Scrunts can produce some surprisingly effective equipment if given reason, although their design goals never quite manage to encompass “efficiency” or “subtlety” or “safety”. Nor are they to be discounted in combat – though clumsy and brutish, a Scrunt at bay is not to be taken lightly. At the very least, an assailant will be lucky to avoid contracting a number of horrible skin diseases. They will never match the numbers or brutality of the Orks. They will never match the ceaseless hunger of the Tyranids, or the focused malevolence of Chaos. The technology of the Eldar or Tau will be forever out of their stubby-fingered grasp. Still, their combination of low cunning, petty ferociousness and baffling resourcefulness ensures that in the grim darkness of the far far future... ...there are still, somehow, Scrunts. –------- Hello! This is the recruitment thread for a GBS-themed Only War introduction game! It will doubtless be puzzling to the outsider! You can blame the wonderful people in the GBS warhammer thread for that! It will be a slightly less serious, less rule-bound attempt at introducing nerds to play-by-post, myself included. I am looking for at least six wannabe Scrunts to crash-land on a backwater planet with the rest of their tribe, and generally make life unpleasant for people by their very existence. For those unfamiliar with the mechanics of Only War – you make a dude, with a gun, and you hang out with a lot of other dudes with guns, and you specialise in conflict resolution against other dudes, who possibly also have guns. You do this by rolling dice against your stats to see how successful you are, with bonuses or maluses for circumstance. You fluff this up a bit by getting in character, chatting with the other players, and engaging with the story. If you wish to be a Scrunt, I would ask you to pick one of the following eight characters (in a quote) on a first-come-first-served basis! Alternatively, if you've actually played Only War before and know how it all works, get in touch if you want to do your own guy and I'll work out regiment stuff. No pskyers yet, please. Please also give me the name of your Scrunt, and round about 150 words (or more!) on how your hideous hosed up space mutant got on a spaceship that is about to crash land on an unsuspecting planet. quote:
Female scrunts do exist, I have simply used “he” as shorthand. Comrades are generally a narrative conceit and mostly stay out of the fighting; they basically hang around doing nothing unless your PC explicitly spends actions to order them about. They do give you some useful bonuses, but comrade-less characters are not at a disadvantage. Also if you're the sergeant you don't get to order other PCs around unless they're cool with it. To begin with, I'm kinda assuming that I will handle all the character sheet stuff, dice rolling, and general upkeep – I'll give you an overview of what you've got and what your dude is good at, but generally your actions will be dictated by “what do you want to do” rather than “here is a list of things you can do”. I'm also kinda assuming no-one's going to have any Only War experience. I've barely got any myself, so we'll pick things up as we go. If you ever think “hey, I'm an experienced ballerina, and I need to do this advanced ballet test!”, or “Hey, I've got Common Lore: Biochemistry and I'm trying to work out what this poison is!”, highlight it in your post and you will get bonuses. I make no bones of the fact that if I like you I will cheat in your favour. Ways to make me like you include: > Posting lots. > Being funny without simply repeating GBS thread memes. > Engaging with the plot and/or other people. Please do these things, and please follow the general forum rules and use punctuation and stuff, and please enjoy being Scrunty.      EXTREMELY USEFUL RESOURCE POST PARTY LOOT DOCUMENT BASEBUILDING RULES
Inexplicable Humblebrag fucked around with this message at 20:30 on Mar 14, 2016 |
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 21:03
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 26, 2024 13:05 |
|
|
quote:The Technoscrunt! – this intelligent, technical Scrunt specialises in operating technology and making stuff. The Operator is more suited to driving vehicles – the Technoscrunt is more suited to fixing them. His robo-Scrunt companion SCR-417 sparks constantly, and reeks of oil! Scurrilous Scruntson is not what one would normally describe as 'intelligent' ('dumb' might still be too generous and even 'technically sapient' seems overstated at times) but he does seem to have a particular knack for fitting machines together. When the great Mechanicus exploratory fleet landed on his homeworld he was instantly drawn to them. He would constantly sneak into their quickly constructed research and observation outposts and spend hours following the Techpriests around babbling at them in his strange tongue, asking things like "the feck is tha' bloody thing?". Scurrilous, like most scrunts, didn't take kindly to being booted out time and time again (he once spent three hours gnawing a servitor's solid metal arm when it tried to carry him away) and after the ninth or so time he snuck in it was generally agreed that he was mostly harmless and it was less hassle to just let him wander around. Shortly after that it was also decided that all hand tools would be stored up high after he was caught waddling around with his ratty tunic stuffed with pilfered screwdrivers. After a few months Scurrilous seemed to disappear from the outpost, and the Techpriests breathed a sigh of relief. Until a week later when a junior Tech-Adept opened an unused supply closet to find that the scrunt had set up a makeshift workshop inside it. Scurrilous was just finishing working on an 'invention' of sorts, a set of four laspistols that he soldered together side-by-side. The scrunt demonstrated how to fire the weapon by pulling back a metal dowel he had soldered across all four triggers. No one was more surprised that it actually worked than the Tech-Adept when all four lasbolts severed his left shin. On the upside he got a pretty nice prosthetic upgrade out of it. Sensing he had worn out his welcome after a combat servitor nearly decapitated him with a power fist Scurrilous took his homemade weapon (lovingly referred to as the Double-Double-Beamy-Blasta) and hoofed it to the nearest place he could hide, which just so happened to be a transport loading up resources and other scrunts to be shipped out of system. Even though he was Spacebound with only his gun, the clothes on his back, and about forty pounds of miscellaneous crap stolen from the Techpriests, Scurrilous wasn't worried. But then again scrunts never are. Scurrilous Scruntson owes a favor to Groin Sklunger, who very kindly donated his bionic eye to Scurrilous so that he could complete construction on his small robotic new friend, SCR-417. Scurrilous Scruntson has a beef with Groin Sklunger as well, who viscously accused Scurrilous of knocking him out with a pipe to the back of the head and then stealing his bionic eye. This is all technically true, but he didn't have to be a dick about it and accuse Scurrilous. Scurrilous did procure a different bionic eye and installed it for Groin (after braining him with a pipe again) but still feels his scrunty honor has been besmirched. _________________   Thanks, FirstPersonShitter! code:code:Who What Now fucked around with this message at 19:51 on Feb 4, 2015 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 21:35
|
|
|
Hi, I am from the gbs thread and have not played any pnp games since dnd in hs. I also have never done a play by post. If you'll have me, I'd like to play. Im open to a simple punch people in the face role, and the closest seems to bequote:The Close-Quarter Weapons Specialist! – this scrappy Scrunt is good in a fight! He is equally comfortable in melee or utilizing his crude flamethrower! His comrade Munt is fat, and perverse! I am at work but will write a sweet back story tonight if you let me stumble along with you guys
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:10
|
|
|
Waroduce posted:Hi, I am from the gbs thread and have not played any pnp games since dnd in hs. I also have never done a play by post. If you'll have me, I'd like to play. Im open to a simple punch people in the face role, and the closest seems to be This is fine. This entire thing is a learning experience, as I have never GMd before, either online or in the flesh. From what I can see of other game threads it is hardly rocket science, so long as you're willing to post Post POST.
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:22
|
|
|
I am writing my bio for a scrunty Operator
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:23
|
|
|
Grimply the Scrunt Sniper Grimply was born slightly smaller and weaker than his scruntling brothers, but the mighty scruntfather didn't completely shaft him and blessed him with more cunning. Being smaller than his brothers earned him a lot of punches and kicks though, since they usually found him to be a better plaything than some dumb rat. This led to Grimply becoming good at hiding and weaseling his way around the scrunt village. Speaking off, his tribe were the remnants of a scrunt explorer fleet, that landed on an unknown planet to check it for colonization. But trouble befell them, because all their ships broke down after landing, and the planet turned out to be really hosed up and hostile for the most part. The scrunt tribe couldn't leave again, so they just built a village around their ships, and eventually scrapped them to improve their shoddy hovels. Grimply's skills at stealth started to show their weight when he was on hunting duty, and he usually came back with more vermin than the other hunter scrunts. He slowly became the top hunter of the village, which earned him some respect from his fellow scrunts who were making jokes about him before because of his small build. Grimply could have lived a decent live this way, but another tragedy struck the scrunt tribe. One day while Grimply was out hunting, a Chaos fleet fell out of the warp and descended upon the scrunt village. The vile Khorne worshippers slaughtered everyone for fun, took their skulls and then left. Grimply didn't notice any of this, because he was deep inside the twisted forests of the hosed up planet, and also got totally in the zone when he was out stalking. When he returned, he found all his fellow scrunts butchered and their village in flames and ruins. This experience dealt a blow to his sanity, and the following years of solitude on his hosed up planet also didn't help. He became gloomy and joyless, and only found solace in the fact that the scruntfather spared his life that day. A few years later, another scrunt explorer fleet reached the planet to check it out for colonization. They had more luck than the last fleet though, because their ships didn't break down after landing and realized that this planet was much too hosed up. Grimply saw their ships descending, and soon realized that he wouldn't be alone anymore. But he also didn't trust the new scrunts, so he snuck his way through their make-shift camp and into one of their ships. While rooting through their stuff, Grimply was caught by one of the other scrunts, who yelled at him and reached for his pistol. But in a sudden moment of genious, undoubtedly given to him by the scruntfather, Grimply just calmy replied "Oi mate, the fack's wrong with you, we've known each other for fackin years, don't get on me balls like that, crikey!" And to his amazement, the perplexed scrunt believed him, and told him to ready up because they were about to leave this hosed up place. And just like that, Grimply became a part of the scrunt tribe, and no one ever questioned his story. Because a scrunt is a scrunt, after all. During his time with the tribe, Grimply took a liking to a scrunt called Flet. Flet is very stupid, even by scrunt standards, but always cheery and that makes Grimply forget about his troubled past. Flet eventually developed a sort of hero worship towards Grimply, because he was so good at being stealthy and could also shoot very good. The tales of the scruntfather also impressed Flet, and he has become sort of a novice in Grimply's employ. This all came to a climax, when the scrunt tribe encountered an imperial guard regiment one day, and Grimply saved Flet because he told em to "Get tha fack down mate, the scruntfather told me these humies aren't friendly!". The other scrunts didn't hear Grimply's warning and were gunned down while bickering amongst themselves. Since then, Grimply and Flet just drifted through the Scruntperium, and hire on with any scrunt tribe that has use for their skills. Flet isn't nearly as capable or religious as Grimply is, but he at least tries. Grimply also firmly believes in the scruntfather, because praying to him is what kept him relatively sane during his years of solitude, and he's convinced that the scruntfather spoke to him and that he is his prophet. Tin Tim posted:I don't know yet how I'll get revenge on Grumb and Barry, but by the holy scrunt father, I'll find a way. code:Tin Tim fucked around with this message at 19:18 on Jan 6, 2017 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:26
|
|
|
 'Pernicious' Kreb, Scrunt Ranged Specialist Small and disgusting, even by scrunt standards, resembling nothing so much as a hideous face that sprouted baby limbs, 'Pernicious' Kreb congealed at the bottom of the scrunt social order at the bottom of the decaying hive city he called home. He learned to be keep to himself out of necessity, having at various points been mistaken for some strange ork offshoot, a nurgling, and some sort of genestealer scrunt, and narrowly escaped falling victim to the violent response his mistaken identity engendered. His isolation forced him to learn to cook ('cook') using whatever scraps he could scrounge up, and where he grew up those scraps were the scraps of scraps of scraps. Have you ever tried to make stew out of a bootlace, three miscellaneous bones and a cup of sick? Kreb has. He became an adept trapper, catching the mutated vermin of the undercity and growing twisted on their putrid meat, gaining some of the animal viciousness of his prey along the way. In a fight Kreb is like a rabid dog, a rabid dog with scabies that is even harder to fight off because it's so gross you don't want to touch it. Luck changed for Kreb one day when his traps caught something he didn't expect. One of his snares caught on the fine, fluffy, neon pink mane of one of the gangers, and the Twisted Neon Electro Snake Gang were notoriously vain. The ganger just stood there, refusing to risk his beloved feathered mullet, trying in vain to shoot away the snare with his exceptionally phallic stubgun. Kreb's life depended on his ability to take an opportunity when it presented itself, and that is what he did here. The Ganger really wasn't expecting a set of sharp little teeth, distracted as he was by his hair crisis, and the shock of the bite made him drop his gun. Kreb had seen guns before, but what the scrunts of the undercity called guns were more a kind of pipebomb on a stick. This stubgun was, while exceptionally phallic, of a level of craftsmanship Kreb had never seen before. His first thought was to drag it away and sell it. But Kreb had been ripped off before, stealing from Kreb was like taking candy from the baby from Eraserhead. Easy but disturbing. Maybe it was all the radrats and sick he'd eaten, but in the gun Kreb saw the power of the gods. He understood the operation of a firearm, and to prove it he shot the ganger several times, taking his mullet as a trophy to wear around his shoulders. To Kreb, a gun is a kind of trap. You set it somewhere, and when you see someone walk past it, you set it off. Soon the undercity came to live in terror of the minuscule figure with the gigantic gun, a figure that haunted the darkness and picked off the unsuspecting like the reaper himself. The rumour was that the killer was some sort of rogue war-cherub servitor, and these rumours spread fast. Meanwhile, Kreb was up to his eyes in all the eyes he could eat. He'd amassed so much loot that he had to employ a minion to carry it about for him. Pelt, another outcast of scrunt society. Scrawny and continuously disjointed from reality due to some bizarre mixture of paint scrapings and sewer water he heats up and huffs from a can, he claps and hoots like a seal whenever Kreb fires his gun. Unfortunately for them both, Kreb's newfound life as a mad killer and thief was soon to end. The techpriests of a passing imperial guard ship heard the rumours during a stopover in the hive city, and set about catching this rogue cherubim they'd heard so much about. No one had ever heard of a serious hunter killer cherubim like this, and everyone knows how big the reward is for finding some new archaeotech. The trapper became the trapped, lured in by a shiny bauble that turned out to be a net launcher, Kreb was soon hauled off to the depths of the guard ship by two techpriests, who would have been grinning ear to ear if not for the fact that their mouths were replaced with a host of miscellaneous tubes. Imagine their disappointment as they stood around the examination table, poised to disassemble and study their find, imagining the riches that awaited them, when it turned out to just be a scrunt with a gun that looks like a dick. code:juggalo baby coffin fucked around with this message at 23:32 on Nov 6, 2014 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:29
|
|
|
can I be a skele instead
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:32
|
|
|
scalded schlong posted:The Heavy Gunner! – this big, strong, tough Scrunt can handle big weapons! While the Specialists can carry a range of weapons for different situations, the Gunner kind of only has the one. His comrade Barry is bulky, and obnoxious!  Grumb Slanger was the largest of his litter, and throughout his youth would beat his smaller siblings to a pulp. He grumbled and grunted his way through life, never fully developing the speech center of his brain. His bulky frame and poor social skills made him ideal for leadership in the scrunt community, until the entire neighborhood was massacred by a pack of Compost Devils on his 17th birthday. Left with only himself and his cousin Barry, the two were picked up by a gang of retro 1980s imperial cyberpunk ruffians, where Grumb made a name for himself by excelling at silently waiting behind doorways with wide eyes making folks uncomfortable. He picked up a taste for cigars and firearms, in crude imitation of those he considered alpha males. They stayed with the gang, thriving in the harsh mohawk-heavy environment until his 27th birthday, when the entire gang was massacred by a horde of Hepatitis Rats. Without anywhere else to turn, the two survivors turned to panhandling and manhandling, until eventually they were rounded up by local authorities and stuffed into a grimy spaceship with a bunch of hungry, stinky, foul mouthed new friends. They were promised a new life upon their arrival- a steady job, three squares a day... But their future would hold only pain and suffering. And grunting. Lots of grunting. code:Ignite Memories fucked around with this message at 22:23 on May 1, 2017 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:38
|
|
|
Sniped the Sniper  Don't feel bad, Tin Tim, I was crazy bored at work so I was just checking and rechecking my bookmarks and I jumped on this thread the second it went up.
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:39
|
|
|
quote:The Medic! – this intelligent, tenacious Scrunt is what passes for a scientist among their misbegotten kind, and stitches wounds! His comrade Prakk is morose, and inexplicably racist!  Dak Rugby was searching for food in a trash hive and discovered a malfunctioning medical dataslate which died in a matter of minutes. While he only understand a handful of words, he was curious about the images and diagrams of human anatomy. Whenever one of his tribe found themselves dead or severely injured, Dak wouldn't be far behind with his crude tools, waiting to examine and cut, not quite recognizing the differences between human and scrunt bodies. After he gathered a good deal of experience taking a scrunt apart, Rugby decided to try his hand patching living scrunts up. After a rocky start, his work improved, and his success rate improved greatly. By scrunt standards. Dak realized his fellow scrunts weren't getting injured or killed often enough for him to continue his research, so Dak decided to injure some himself. Dak quickly realized he was not cut out for fighting against a healthy scrunt, so he decided to leave his home world in pursuit of new and more interesting injuries. Dak has a beef with Gumbo for calling his mother "a lady scrunt of low virtue" Dak owes a favor to Urok for giving him plenty of battered and fractured bodies to work with. code:ThNextGreenLantern fucked around with this message at 03:39 on Nov 14, 2014 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:43
|
|
|
It's aight. I would have liked to come up with a new story, but my creative allowance for the day went into making a nerd scrunt that build himself a scrunt bot friend because the other scrunts shunned him for being smarter than them. But I like your story more, and in fact, all the scrunt stories are good so far I'm gonna read up on Only War later Tin Tim fucked around with this message at 23:45 on Nov 4, 2014 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:45
|
|
|
ThNextGreenLantern posted:Gotta strike while the iron's hot! Eh it's fine I was after a minimum of six. Welcome to the Slam Squad. Ok so all the scrunts except the Sergeant got taken really really loving quickly, so if anyone else wants in on this and wants to be the sarge do please shout. There's not going to be any movement on this until at least tomorrow while I get everyone's character sheets sorted out so in the meantime: You all know each other. You're all part of the same loosely-affiliated tribe of Scrunts. You're all, roughly, on the same side. However, another Scrunt in the squad has recently caused you some small degree of aggro, and you also owe a favour to another Scrunt in the squad (possibly even the same one!) Tell us what happened.
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:55
|
|
|
quote:The  Groin Sklunger is a one eyed, one eared, one legged, one armed, half-bearded grizzled old scrunt. What he lacks in body parts, common sense and personal hygiene, he more than makes up for in an intense passion for all things motorised, loud, and dangerous. His missing limbs have been replaced by poorly sourced bionics which are constantly in various states of disrepair; Sklunger possess just enough technical affinity to maintain these parts, but he is no Technoscrunt. His unfortunate half-beard disability is due to a flamer burn, which has scarred half of his scrunty old face. He smells constantly of very burnt roasted pork. Groin has one of the worst, but also most experienced service records in the scrunt armed forces, having wrecked or totally destroyed pretty much every land vehicle issued to him. He has never been allowed control of an aircraft, it would probably best for everyone involved that this remain the case. While he is definitely not the most reliable, competent or sane driver, he is always the first to volunteer for a crazy or dangerous task, as long as he gets to drive a bitchin ride or make something loud and grindy do loud grindy things. When he is not behind the wheel, Sklunger is either blind drunk, asleep or nursing a hangover. In fact, Groin is often one of the three when he is behind a wheel too... Groin appears to have survived so long either through luck, tenacity or from his old drinking buddy Jekk jumping to his aid. Groin's last known mission brief was to ferry a vital shipment of Scruntwiser Ale to an important location, but unfortunately read the directions wrong and has ended up aboard a transport ship heading out of the system. Groin has caught Scurrilous Scruntson coveting Groin's bionic arm and leg. Groin reckons Scruntson wants to detach and steal the bionics to use in his nefarious Technoscrunt studies. Groin no longer trusts Scruntson and is keeping his only eye on him. Groin owes Dak Rugby a favour for saving Groin from choking on his own vomit, after consuming one to many alcoholic beverages. code:Moola fucked around with this message at 14:48 on Nov 24, 2016 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 22:56
|
|
|
scalded schlong posted:Eh it's fine I was after a minimum of six. Welcome to the Slam Squad. The scrunts are part of the imperium, right? Pernicious Kreb is angry at Grumb Slanger for being big and also having a big gun. Kreb feels that people should have one or the other, and that having both is unfair. He expresses this displeasure by staring at Grumb from the shadows and periodically hissing. He owes a favour to Scurrilous Scruntson, because his comrade Pelt was getting the shakes really bad from paint scrapings withdrawal and Scurrilous helped him locate a source of a similar paint.
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:14
|
|
|
The Scrunts just sort of hang around. They are marginally tolerated by the Imperium if they're being watched but I guess they also have no compunction in raiding human settlements if they are threatened or larcenous or feel like it. Think of them like how Beastmen used to be back in the Rogue Trader days - if there's Scrunts that want to hang around with the Imperium, great, bung them in a specialist unit and send them to the front lines to die like the filth they are. But you wouldn't want your daughter to marry one. In other words, you're not going to be shoehorned into being buddy-buddy with the Imperial Guard and I'm perfectly happy for you to go on a tear and loot a Baneblade to run over a space marine, but if you happen to meet some dudes and you manage to persuade them that you're not hostile by offering them crude sculptures of their commanding officer then you can probably work together.
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:25
|
|
|
Groin has caught Scurrilous Scruntson coveting Groin's bionic arm and leg. Groin reckons Scruntson wants to detach and steal the bionics to use in his nefarious Technoscrunt studies. Groin no longer trusts Scruntson and is keeping his only eye on him. Groin owes Dak Rugby a favour for saving Groin from choking on his own vomit, after consuming one to many alcoholic beverages. Moola fucked around with this message at 23:29 on Nov 4, 2014 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:26
|
|
|
Scurrilous Scruntson owes a favor to Groin Sklunger, who very kindly donated his bionic eye to Scurrilous so that he could complete construction on his small robotic new friend, SCR-417. Scurrilous Scruntson has a beef with Groin Sklunger as well, who viscously accused Scurrilous of knocking him out with a pipe to the back of the head and then stealing his bionic eye. This is all technically true, but he didn't have to be a dick about it and accuse Scurrilous. Scurrilous did procure a different bionic eye and installed it for Groin (after braining him with a pipe again) but still feels his scrunty honor has been besmirched. -EDIT- Ha! I wrote my post before seeing yours, Moola. Nice.
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:29
|
|
|
scalded schlong posted:Tell us what happened. It wasn't all bad though. When everyone was just millin about the camp, I had my gear and rifle stashed in my ragged tent. I heard some commotion from it, and snuck up on my own tent to see what's up. I carefully lifted the edge of it, and saw Scurrilous loving around with my rifle. I pulled out my tiny knife and yelled at him to keep away from my stuff, but he calmed me down and said he just wanted to improve it. I checked out my rifle, and it now had a slightly bigger scope and some funky gadgets on the body. I was pretty impressed by this, and said thanks before booting him from my tent. The rifle now may explode next time I use it, but in my scrunt mind I think it's probably much better now, and Scurrilous is now good in my book. ---- Also, I realized that I'm kind of the straight man between all you gnarly slam scrunts, so I'll make that my thing and pretend it was my idea to begin with Tin Tim fucked around with this message at 23:42 on Nov 5, 2014 |
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:32
|
|
|
Who What Now posted:Ha! I wrote my post before seeing yours, Moola. Nice. haha awesome!
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:33
|
|
|
I'm here to claim the role of Scrunt Sergeant Gumbo Bulgequote:The Sergeant! – This tough, hardened Scrunt specialises in motivating the rest of his gang, and holding the line in melee! He is the leader! He does not get a comrade! Will write up words and choose favours/aggro shortly
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:43
|
|
|
Gravitas Shortfall posted:can I be a skele instead I did not address this earlier, but no. I am sorry. Eight Scrunts, then. Jesus. I'll do sheets tomorrow. I will give pastebin links that I would like you to paste into your character bio posts, and I would like a link to said posts at the bottom of each post you make in the game thread so that I have stats easily to hand.
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:50
|
|
|
Hey schlong, I found this beginner pdf for only war, and that's probably all I/we need to know to make your job a bit easier, right? Oh, you're also cool and good for doing this
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:55
|
|
|
yeah its really rad of you to set this up for us idiots
|
|
#
?
Nov 4, 2014 23:56
|
|
|
scalded schlong posted:I did not address this earlier, but no. I am sorry. just another part of the anti-skelespriracy 
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:01
|
|
|
Tin Tim posted:Hey schlong, I found this beginner pdf for only war Yeah if everyone could have a gander at that it would be helpful - certainly look at pages 8 through 15 as they tell you what all the stats are and what the skills do, and feel free to have a look through the body of the adventure if you want to see what sort of situations pop up and what sort of things require skill tests. However, common sense rules kinda apply - I'm going to assume you know a meltagun will be good against tanks, but I'm not going to assume you know it does 2d10+10 energy damage with a penetration of 12.
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:10
|
|
|
scalded schlong posted:Yeah if everyone could have a gander at that it would be helpful - certainly look at pages 8 through 15 as they tell you what all the stats are and what the skills do, and feel free to have a look through the body of the adventure if you want to see what sort of situations pop up and what sort of things require skill tests. looked at page 9 and immediately read Scrutiny as Scruntiny
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:12
|
|
|
I got bored so here is Pernicious Kreb
juggalo baby coffin fucked around with this message at 02:42 on Nov 5, 2014 |
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:13
|
|
|
Grumb Slanger owes a favor to Sgt. Gumbo, who literally pulled his rear end out of a fire when Grumb was captured and partially cooked by a pack of urban mutant cannibals during a routine scruggling mission. This was the first time anyone but Barry had ever stood up for Grumb, and he won't forget it. Because of this, Sgt. Gumbo is the only scrunt that grumb makes an effort never to spit on. Grumb Slanger is suspicious of Dak Rugby, who once patched up Barry after a particularly nasty bottle-fight that tore a huge gash in his face. Barry just never acted quite the same after that night, and deep down Grumb is secretly afraid that he may never have his cousin back. Also sometimes Barry ticks now.
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:16
|
|
|
Moola posted:looked at page 9 and immediately read Scrutiny as Scruntiny FirstPersonShitter posted:I got bored so here is Pernicious Kreb
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:17
|
|
|
FirstPersonShitter posted:I got bored so here is Pernicious Kreb I think we should all do this, the worse the artistic skill the better
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:20
|
|
|
That damage seems low for a meltagun. 
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:23
|
|
|
Yeah, could be fun I'm gonna hit the bed now and will try tomorrow
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:23
|
|
|
FirstPersonShitter posted:I got bored so here is Pernicious Kreb This is the best thread. Do the rest of the squad!
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:24
|
|
|
So on this. What kind of weapon does the heavy get? some kind of heavy stubber? Or is it like, a grenade launcher or something?
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 00:29
|
|
|
What type of class is the ranged specialist scrunt in the book? I want to ogle some weapons.
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 01:04
|
|
|
I was just voluntold im presenting to a large client tomorrow morning, and id like to do a good job on this. Im gunna have something up later tonight bc I dont wanna be left out, but I may just throw together a boilerplate and flesh it out tomorrow after work.
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 01:14
|
|
|
This'll have to do until I figure out what my weapon situation is. GRUMB SLANGER 
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 01:21
|
|
|
Good God. I'll have to keep an eye on how this wonderful train wreck pans out. /edit: someone use this image of a cat-drinking Scrunt somehow: 
|
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 01:29
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 26, 2024 13:05 |
|
|
GUMBO BULGE Born and raised in the small Scrunt settlement of Scrunton, eleventh son of a local taxidermist, Gumbo Bulge was always an ugly Scrunt, even by Scrunt standards. He has tiny eyes, no visible neck, half an ear on one side and a long, almost cylindrical nose. Bullied by other Scrunts, who would call him cruel names like 'Dicknose', Gumbo spent his childhood in his corner of the family shed, acting out adventures with poorly taxidermied animals and Danny, a human skull he found in the woods who was his only friend. After years of isolation a teenaged Gumbo finally found his niche playing Scruntball, a twelve player game of brutal violence, fast paced strategy and complex scrunty eroticism. Gumbo discovered a natural talent for leading and motivating Scrunts, and as team captain, Gumbo lead his team - the Scrunton Scavengers - to victory in the Scruntbowl, primarily by being the only team to find the arena without losing too many players to large local birds and general ennui. Buoyed by this taste of fame and fortune, Gumbo remembered his boyhood dreams of adventure and led a gang of young Scrunts to the closest human settlement, an enormous waste processing facility that did very little processing, to enlist in the Imperial Guard. Initially turned away by the recruiters, he and his comrades refused to leave, instead setting up camp amongst the galactic waste and toxic sludge. The local bureaucrats eventually decided there might be some value in his determination and, much more importantly, his willingness to spend time in conditions human soldiers found 'too icky'. He and his friends were enlisted in the Imperial Guard. Gumbo's new squad, the 409th Scrunt Auxillaries were quartered in onboard sewage facility on an Imperial cruiser. The area was known as the poop deck and was rancid by any human standards, but to Gumbo and his Scrunt boys it was home. They spent their days drilling, sometimes combat drills, sometimes just drilling holes around the ship to see if anything interesting would come out of the walls. Over time it became apparent that the other soldiers of the Imperium had little respect for Scrunts. Gumbo and his boys suffered taunts and occasional beatings whenever they crossed paths with ordinary guardsmen. To make things worse, they were never called for duty. It was as if they had simply been forgotten in the poop deck. Bored of life on the poop deck, Gumbo devised an escape plan, but when he approached the other Scrunts about it they decided they were happy where they were, the poop deck was warm, safe and smelly. With a heavy heart he loaded himself into a waste canister, alone again, and launched himself at the nearest inhabited planet. Since leaving the Imperial Guard, Gumbo has taken a variety of jobs, mostly involving stealing or fighting, they have not paid well, but he has found a little of the excitement he craves and teamed up with a few other Scrunts he has met along the way. Gumbo owes a favour to Grumb Slanger, for letting him win in an arm wrestling contest when he was attempting to impress a lady Scrunt of low virtue Gumbo has beef with Pernicious Kreb, for catching and eating a hosed up tiny wolf Gumbo had been attempting unsuccessfully to tame with beautiful Scrunt music. code:Phoon fucked around with this message at 20:31 on Jun 21, 2016 |
|
#
?
Nov 5, 2014 01:38
|
|