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Sounds good! What would be Cheyenne's method/ weapon of choice, just out of curiosity?
I should've known you'd be here, Doc Trap.
I was primarily thinking larger cities, but if people are from somewhere smaller with a reputation for violence or having tough citizens, that works too. Cheyenne might be a good city.
I was primarily thinking larger cities, but if people are from somewhere smaller with a reputation for violence or having tough citizens, that works too. Cheyenne might be a good city.
Roman Cunningham has a problem.
Sure, he might run the little town of Personville, Montana- and with it the meth empire headquartered there. Sure, the mayor and the chief of police and other local officials are solidly in his pocket, and sure, he's pulling down tens of millions a year in illicit income, and sure, he produces and distributes more crystal meth than anyone in the Mountain States.
But it's like they say- more money, more problems. Roman's rise to power has not been without making his fair share of enemies- DEA, FBI, civic-minded vigilantes, numerous other crime syndicates. Roman Cunningham knows he's going to need quality muscle, a personal hitman, if he's going to get by in this cutthroat business. The local criminals are somewhat lacking, so Roman is looking past Montana to the whole country. Hitmen are arriving in Personville- nicknamed Poisonville these days- to offer their services. Known only by the names of the cities they hail from, each is looking for the coveted position.
Obviously, Roman only wants the best. There can only be one personal assassin. So Roman has arranged a sort of contest. Kill his current enemies, and if need be, each other. The last one standing gets the job.
Poisonville is about to be torn about.
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TL, DR: Rich druglord in a rural town is looking for a personal assassin and has reached out to the top hitmen from several American cities. To prove their skills, they're competing to take out his enemies.
Players are welcome to work together to eliminate targets or fight one another for the single opening, whatever they feel.
Players each represent a different American city, which will also be their name for the purpose of this RP. I'd like to see everyone have a distinct method or weapon of choice- ideally something that fits their city. For instance, Miami likes to quietly knife people in the dark, LA prefers to use an automatic weapon in a drive-by, Cleveland uses car bombs, Dallas is an expert quickdraw, and so on.
Anyone interested, or should I be ashamed of this terrible idea?
Sure, he might run the little town of Personville, Montana- and with it the meth empire headquartered there. Sure, the mayor and the chief of police and other local officials are solidly in his pocket, and sure, he's pulling down tens of millions a year in illicit income, and sure, he produces and distributes more crystal meth than anyone in the Mountain States.
But it's like they say- more money, more problems. Roman's rise to power has not been without making his fair share of enemies- DEA, FBI, civic-minded vigilantes, numerous other crime syndicates. Roman Cunningham knows he's going to need quality muscle, a personal hitman, if he's going to get by in this cutthroat business. The local criminals are somewhat lacking, so Roman is looking past Montana to the whole country. Hitmen are arriving in Personville- nicknamed Poisonville these days- to offer their services. Known only by the names of the cities they hail from, each is looking for the coveted position.
Obviously, Roman only wants the best. There can only be one personal assassin. So Roman has arranged a sort of contest. Kill his current enemies, and if need be, each other. The last one standing gets the job.
Poisonville is about to be torn about.
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TL, DR: Rich druglord in a rural town is looking for a personal assassin and has reached out to the top hitmen from several American cities. To prove their skills, they're competing to take out his enemies.
Players are welcome to work together to eliminate targets or fight one another for the single opening, whatever they feel.
Players each represent a different American city, which will also be their name for the purpose of this RP. I'd like to see everyone have a distinct method or weapon of choice- ideally something that fits their city. For instance, Miami likes to quietly knife people in the dark, LA prefers to use an automatic weapon in a drive-by, Cleveland uses car bombs, Dallas is an expert quickdraw, and so on.
Anyone interested, or should I be ashamed of this terrible idea?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Roman Cunningham has a problem.
Sure, he might run the little town of Personville, Montana- and with it the meth empire headquartered there. Sure, the mayor and the chief of police and other local officials are solidly in his pocket, and sure, he's pulling down tens of millions a year in illicit income, and sure, he produces and distributes more crystal meth than anyone in the Mountain States.
But it's like they say- more money, more problems. Roman's rise to power has not been without making his fair share of enemies- DEA, FBI, civic-minded vigilantes, numerous other crime syndicates. Roman Cunningham knows he's going to need quality muscle, a personal hitman, if he's going to get by in this cutthroat business. The local criminals are somewhat lacking, so Roman is looking past Montana to the whole country. Hitmen are arriving in Personville- nicknamed Poisonville these days- to offer their services. Known only by the names of the cities they hail from, each is looking for the coveted position.
Obviously, Roman only wants the best. There can only be one personal assassin. So Roman has arranged a sort of contest. Kill his current enemies, and if need be, each other. The last one standing gets the job.
Poisonville is about to be torn about.
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TL, DR: Rich druglord in a rural town is looking for a personal assassin and has reached out to the top hitmen from several American cities. To prove their skills, they're competing to take out his enemies.
Players are welcome to work together to eliminate targets or fight one another for the single opening, whatever they feel.
Players each represent a different American city, which will also be their name for the purpose of this RP. I'd like to see everyone have a distinct method or weapon of choice- ideally something that fits their city. For instance, Miami likes to quietly knife people in the dark, LA prefers to use an automatic weapon in a drive-by, Cleveland uses car bombs, Dallas is an expert quickdraw, and so on.
Anyone interested, or should I be ashamed of this terrible idea?
Sure, he might run the little town of Personville, Montana- and with it the meth empire headquartered there. Sure, the mayor and the chief of police and other local officials are solidly in his pocket, and sure, he's pulling down tens of millions a year in illicit income, and sure, he produces and distributes more crystal meth than anyone in the Mountain States.
But it's like they say- more money, more problems. Roman's rise to power has not been without making his fair share of enemies- DEA, FBI, civic-minded vigilantes, numerous other crime syndicates. Roman Cunningham knows he's going to need quality muscle, a personal hitman, if he's going to get by in this cutthroat business. The local criminals are somewhat lacking, so Roman is looking past Montana to the whole country. Hitmen are arriving in Personville- nicknamed Poisonville these days- to offer their services. Known only by the names of the cities they hail from, each is looking for the coveted position.
Obviously, Roman only wants the best. There can only be one personal assassin. So Roman has arranged a sort of contest. Kill his current enemies, and if need be, each other. The last one standing gets the job.
Poisonville is about to be torn about.
----
TL, DR: Rich druglord in a rural town is looking for a personal assassin and has reached out to the top hitmen from several American cities. To prove their skills, they're competing to take out his enemies.
Players are welcome to work together to eliminate targets or fight one another for the single opening, whatever they feel.
Players each represent a different American city, which will also be their name for the purpose of this RP. I'd like to see everyone have a distinct method or weapon of choice- ideally something that fits their city. For instance, Miami likes to quietly knife people in the dark, LA prefers to use an automatic weapon in a drive-by, Cleveland uses car bombs, Dallas is an expert quickdraw, and so on.
Anyone interested, or should I be ashamed of this terrible idea?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm impressed! Who's who?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
SONJA
Sonja quickly threw the vinegar in the woman's face, the acid cancelling out the base of the lye and stopping the burning chemical reaction. Doubtless the necromancer still hurt like hell, though. She was going to have some serious scars afterwards. Crap, did I just create a recurring villain for myself? Sonja wondered.
She twisted the woman's arms behind her back and snapped handcuffs over her wrists. True, against an experienced sorcerer that would only buy a few seconds at most. But that might make all the difference. "Now, look, I'm going to ask nicely this first time," Sonja said to the necromancer. "Polite and civil. So, if you don't mind, I'd really like to know who orchestrated this outbreak, and additionally, it'd be great if you could also tell me how to take down this dampening field. There, I asked nicely. You guys are my witnesses," Sonja said, looking over Killjoy, Light, and Hot Rod.
SIXGUN
"Tarnation!" he cursed as the acidic goop splashed his cheek. He tried to wipe it off with the sleeve of his blazer, cringed as the cream-colored seersucker began to dissolve as well. Tearing off the jacket, he threw it to the ground, cringing from the pain in his face. Move past it. Keep going. Father Ochoa would say that pain was only a test. It was temporary. He took stock. La Sombra had come up behind Santana, tried to cut his throat. Would've worked if he had been a touch faster.
La Sombra had shown some guts coming after Santana like that. More than anything, Ben respected guts. A man like that would've been useful in his gang, years and years ago. Ben decided right then that if La Sombra was to die in the course of this operation, it would be by his hand. A test of skill against skill, between gentlemen. Not like this.
He stepped forwards. The Mexican assassin had proven that it was possible to get close to Santana if he didn't see you coming, but he had thrown away his surprise with a witty remark and reaching into the man's field of vision. Sixgun didn't make that mistake. He simply got as close as he could behind the occupied alchemist, raised his pistol to the back of the man's head, and fired.
Sonja quickly threw the vinegar in the woman's face, the acid cancelling out the base of the lye and stopping the burning chemical reaction. Doubtless the necromancer still hurt like hell, though. She was going to have some serious scars afterwards. Crap, did I just create a recurring villain for myself? Sonja wondered.
She twisted the woman's arms behind her back and snapped handcuffs over her wrists. True, against an experienced sorcerer that would only buy a few seconds at most. But that might make all the difference. "Now, look, I'm going to ask nicely this first time," Sonja said to the necromancer. "Polite and civil. So, if you don't mind, I'd really like to know who orchestrated this outbreak, and additionally, it'd be great if you could also tell me how to take down this dampening field. There, I asked nicely. You guys are my witnesses," Sonja said, looking over Killjoy, Light, and Hot Rod.
SIXGUN
"Tarnation!" he cursed as the acidic goop splashed his cheek. He tried to wipe it off with the sleeve of his blazer, cringed as the cream-colored seersucker began to dissolve as well. Tearing off the jacket, he threw it to the ground, cringing from the pain in his face. Move past it. Keep going. Father Ochoa would say that pain was only a test. It was temporary. He took stock. La Sombra had come up behind Santana, tried to cut his throat. Would've worked if he had been a touch faster.
La Sombra had shown some guts coming after Santana like that. More than anything, Ben respected guts. A man like that would've been useful in his gang, years and years ago. Ben decided right then that if La Sombra was to die in the course of this operation, it would be by his hand. A test of skill against skill, between gentlemen. Not like this.
He stepped forwards. The Mexican assassin had proven that it was possible to get close to Santana if he didn't see you coming, but he had thrown away his surprise with a witty remark and reaching into the man's field of vision. Sixgun didn't make that mistake. He simply got as close as he could behind the occupied alchemist, raised his pistol to the back of the man's head, and fired.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Character Sheets
Slendy said
Hello I'm new to RPG and i was wondering if i have to do anything to join in this Rpg
Please send twenty dollars to the GM. Address to follow.
Seriously, though, all you need do is make a character sheet and await it's approval. Welcome to RPG! Glad to have you here.
Now I'm going to have to come up with a thousand nicknames for Cooper.
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SIXGUN
He had been injudicious with his ammunition, spraying bullets without caution. That mistake was going to end here. He raised the nickel-plated revolver, wished Pariah would've let him have his own Rugers. Aiming carefully, he fired only twice- once for each of the possessed apprentices, straight into the head.
Ben didn't make the amateur mistake of waiting to see what effect his bullets had, instead immediately turning on Santana and firing his last four rounds directly against the man's shield, hoping to help Fontana and Witchfinder break down his defenses.
SONJA
Sonja winced as the woman tore the dead snake from her throat. A living construct had been a mistake. While the trick would have worked on most inexperienced sorcerers, the acolyte had clearly been prepared for it. Light's tackle, at least, seemed to catch her off guard for a moment, as did the sprinklers bursting into life and the room filling with steam as the water hit the pyro.
A desperate plan came to her as she ripped off her fogged sunglasses. Sonja took advantage of the momentary confusion as Light struggled with the acolyte. Quickly cupping her hands beneath the spray of water from the sprinkler, Sonja let sparkling water fill the bowl of her folded hands. She blew lightly on the water, rocked slightly. Theater, always theater.
"Abracadabra, bitch," she said as she stepped forwards and threw the water into the acolyte's face. But it didn't splash against the other woman's face like a liquid. Instead, it was suddenly a coarse white powder that clung to her skin.
Transmutation had always come easily to Sonja. Turning water to lye was difficult under the circumstances, but still relatively simple. When the water from the sprinkler hit the lye on her face, it would heat up to 200 degrees and become highly caustic. Brutal, yes. But under the circumstances, Sonja felt it was warranted. The acolyte clearly intended to kill every person in this room- if it took painful chemical burns to stop her, so be it. Sonja began scooping up another handful of water, intending to turn it to acidic vinegar to cancel out the basic lye once the acolyte was out of the fight. Thank God she had had a good high school chemistry teacher.
He had been injudicious with his ammunition, spraying bullets without caution. That mistake was going to end here. He raised the nickel-plated revolver, wished Pariah would've let him have his own Rugers. Aiming carefully, he fired only twice- once for each of the possessed apprentices, straight into the head.
Ben didn't make the amateur mistake of waiting to see what effect his bullets had, instead immediately turning on Santana and firing his last four rounds directly against the man's shield, hoping to help Fontana and Witchfinder break down his defenses.
SONJA
Sonja winced as the woman tore the dead snake from her throat. A living construct had been a mistake. While the trick would have worked on most inexperienced sorcerers, the acolyte had clearly been prepared for it. Light's tackle, at least, seemed to catch her off guard for a moment, as did the sprinklers bursting into life and the room filling with steam as the water hit the pyro.
A desperate plan came to her as she ripped off her fogged sunglasses. Sonja took advantage of the momentary confusion as Light struggled with the acolyte. Quickly cupping her hands beneath the spray of water from the sprinkler, Sonja let sparkling water fill the bowl of her folded hands. She blew lightly on the water, rocked slightly. Theater, always theater.
"Abracadabra, bitch," she said as she stepped forwards and threw the water into the acolyte's face. But it didn't splash against the other woman's face like a liquid. Instead, it was suddenly a coarse white powder that clung to her skin.
Transmutation had always come easily to Sonja. Turning water to lye was difficult under the circumstances, but still relatively simple. When the water from the sprinkler hit the lye on her face, it would heat up to 200 degrees and become highly caustic. Brutal, yes. But under the circumstances, Sonja felt it was warranted. The acolyte clearly intended to kill every person in this room- if it took painful chemical burns to stop her, so be it. Sonja began scooping up another handful of water, intending to turn it to acidic vinegar to cancel out the basic lye once the acolyte was out of the fight. Thank God she had had a good high school chemistry teacher.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Abysse said
It seems more like the people god could not defeat their enemies due to technological divides. It wasn't, "Iron was their weakness," but rather, "They had iron chariots, and we didn't, so we got wrecked."
Yeah, that's how I interpreted that, but for fictional purposes cold iron works good.
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