Personally, I think the above could work... not sure how he would jump into this, though.
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For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Well, if you can somehow manage to make a plot twist on bringing down the Command power supply or cause a large distraction, perhaps in the form of a huge vine trying to go into Command through the vents...
Otherwise, my guy is going to have to go through a very awkward conversation with a Command technician, his superior, and a terminal operator, with Guard officers and other operators listening in.
Otherwise, my guy is going to have to go through a very awkward conversation with a Command technician, his superior, and a terminal operator, with Guard officers and other operators listening in.
Personally, I'm waiting for everyone to get a turn and possibly make a move to change the rather nasty looking course my Hex is going on.
@Krein Thass is over at the hotel.
Should be as open as the name :)
Ignore Time's posts. They never happened.
As for his copycat RP, hey good luck to him, I don't hold copyright over any of my ideas. In my opinion, more GMs should play more of a dungeon master role - playing a character and trying to moderate is too much for me.
This doesn't excuse the fact he just threw himself into the IC without approval. @TimeToRP, I just woke up and am groggy, but you're on thin ice sunshine. Sort your shit out please, and come back to me with something I can work with, and a basket of freshly baked muffins from the market.
Looks like you're new here, so I wont boot you out for your hubris. Instead, I'll shed some light on how things work here.
You make a character sheet, post it in the OOC, I then approve it, and then you move it into the character tab.
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I'm going to be blunt and ask: Where the hell is Detective Norman?
This just sounds like you want a medieval fantasy roleplay but you don't want to put any effort into making it and want others to do it for you...! It just seems like that...!
He could always railroad us on a set storyline. Or he could do what he is doing... allow a little more freedom and world developed across the players so that they all have a solid say in how things are made...
Hex High Security Prison “Yarvan”; Near "Command" - 4:00 PM
Stallman was just about to go off duty when the alarms went off.
Guards ran in all directions, with orders over the loudspeakers: "Attention! Security Breach! All divisions deploy, Command is going on lockdown; Southeast is compromised! All teams, isolate perimeter!"
Running into the command lobby, where guard officers, cameras and a growing crowd of general staff were already located, he asked one of the stationed agents what was going on.
"Hex attack. From what I hear, are organized. We're getting most of the personnel in here and out of A hall. If we can't lock it down in five minutes, we're gassing it."
Stallman thanked the agent but was secretly dismayed. Gassing? Kill off everyone in A hall? That's not going to do at all...
He moved in the direction of the control room. With people going in and out frantically, he had no trouble getting in.
He looked around. Monitors everywhere, status reports coming in... chaotic. And there was one computer without anyone sitting there... Now's the chance.
Sitting down at the booth, he got a feed of hexes attacking the southeast wall and security system failure messages. A box was ready to be pressed. No doubt it was the one to gas the section...
Stallman closed the prompt and sent a feed to the Southeast Control Tower. "There's an attack on the west side! Anyone you can get, send there now. There's a level S on the way, repeat, a level S!"
He grinned when a few of the security guard squads in a matter of minutes looked around in confusion before heading into the wrong direction. Maybe, just maybe, the breach would succeed. Just then, he felt a hand on his shoulder and a slightly angry voice behind him.
"What are you doing on my terminal?"
Local Police Force Headquarters; Coffee Room
Halthar got yet another message. Sighing, he took the call. "What is it now?"
"We have a security breach at Yarvan. All agents are being called in. Get your ass off that chair and get moving!"
Almost spilling his coffee, Halthar got up and signalled to the Police Force sergeant sitting at the nearby table.
"Problem at Yarvan, have a squad follow me."
On that note, he checked his gun as he went into his car, and drove off in the direction of Yarvan.
Stallman was just about to go off duty when the alarms went off.
Guards ran in all directions, with orders over the loudspeakers: "Attention! Security Breach! All divisions deploy, Command is going on lockdown; Southeast is compromised! All teams, isolate perimeter!"
Running into the command lobby, where guard officers, cameras and a growing crowd of general staff were already located, he asked one of the stationed agents what was going on.
"Hex attack. From what I hear, are organized. We're getting most of the personnel in here and out of A hall. If we can't lock it down in five minutes, we're gassing it."
Stallman thanked the agent but was secretly dismayed. Gassing? Kill off everyone in A hall? That's not going to do at all...
He moved in the direction of the control room. With people going in and out frantically, he had no trouble getting in.
He looked around. Monitors everywhere, status reports coming in... chaotic. And there was one computer without anyone sitting there... Now's the chance.
Sitting down at the booth, he got a feed of hexes attacking the southeast wall and security system failure messages. A box was ready to be pressed. No doubt it was the one to gas the section...
Stallman closed the prompt and sent a feed to the Southeast Control Tower. "There's an attack on the west side! Anyone you can get, send there now. There's a level S on the way, repeat, a level S!"
He grinned when a few of the security guard squads in a matter of minutes looked around in confusion before heading into the wrong direction. Maybe, just maybe, the breach would succeed. Just then, he felt a hand on his shoulder and a slightly angry voice behind him.
"What are you doing on my terminal?"
Local Police Force Headquarters; Coffee Room
Halthar got yet another message. Sighing, he took the call. "What is it now?"
"We have a security breach at Yarvan. All agents are being called in. Get your ass off that chair and get moving!"
Almost spilling his coffee, Halthar got up and signalled to the Police Force sergeant sitting at the nearby table.
"Problem at Yarvan, have a squad follow me."
On that note, he checked his gun as he went into his car, and drove off in the direction of Yarvan.
I seem to be ousted 2 to 1 on the location of that particular bit. Open room it is, then.
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