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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Speaking of tweaks do any of our voluptuous co-GMs mind if I upgrade Riley's fighting experience to Trained for Season 2? I figure that in the intervening months she would be picking up a few self-defense techniques.
@Byrd Man "And they will," Jackson said as he led Adams towards a fire escape. "But it won't do us a bit of goddamn difference if we die here in Moscow. Now, follow me and we'll get away safely. I let you do the talking when we needed diplomacy, Adams. But now is the time for killing, and this is where I do my best work."
Aaaaaargh!
Someone needs to come up with an Andrew Jackson meme of him saying "But now is the time for killing, and this is where I do my best work."
I've got a thing in space, and actually a few players have written out some of their cosmic backstories with my being in mind.
As have I (and... there may possibly be future GM developments down the line from that sphere...). But compared with Earth/Lost Haven it's a lot less cluttered.
Space is a pretty big place.
Postscript: Don't worry, we haven't forgotten about Umbraxis, mate.
Might be worth discussing S.T.R.I.K.E further with @Dedonus and @Nitemare Shape to see how well that fits your needs.
...or he could be some grunt and fell to Earth and is now trying to find his place.
...or you could round out the virtually untouched cosmic sphere of the game (which at this point might be a little lonely... but then people creating something in that space often encourages others to take note and join in).
Give me a little while to make my character. Also, how long do my posts need to be? About a paragraph long or such?
How long's a piece of string?
Pretty much dependson the context.
For example, my character is in a room with a bunch of other PCs in a meeting. In this case and context I could probably spit out 2 or 3 lines responding to questions and it would be alright.
...but then stand-alone posts should be considerably longer.
Basically it is a sandbox (i.e. free form) game where we create our own superheroes (or supervillains if that is your fancy). So the Marvel, DC, or any other comic company's superheroes don't exist as real people, but we create our own to make a world just a vibrant as Marvel or DC. The application and a semi-brief summary of past important events are in the OP.
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I assume that is the Present Middle/Passive Particlpe, Feminine Nominative Singular of παρατηρέω, "to watch".
;)
I intended it as "noted", but I believe it more accurately translates to "observed"... if I'm not arse-backwards.
There you go. Greek filtered through the eyes of a coarse Australian.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>