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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf
Sorry about no update, afternoon was waylaid by (of all things) wiffleball.
No, we do not actually know how to play it.
Yes, we're awesome at it.
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 03:16:19.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf
Alright, I'll try to have this combat wrapped and resolved...probably later today (oh god if saying that crashes my computer again Im going to kill something).
Just a note, because I felt I was a bit general last time. Not every combat will be simple like this in terms of posting. Obviously, changing circumstances will probably require a second round of posting and whatnot, but given the simple nature of the current encounter (a bunch of gangbangers trapped in a ring of fire...simple!) the single round of posting will give me a good enough idea to run it without dragging this out for weeks. 
Also, bears.
Posted on 2011-02-23 at 17:14:45.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: adsf
No, that is perfectly logical and reasonable to most extents.
Even though I really want to see human dodgeball...mayhaps later.
Also, you can smell rap, still laughing about that.
Posted on 2011-02-22 at 22:02:23.
Edited on 2011-02-22 at 22:04:37 by Grugg
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf
If you'd like to use an awesome point and do something slightly outrageous just let me know here, briefly describe it and explain why, and then post up something awesome in the thread.
Also, bears.
Posted on 2011-02-22 at 17:58:30.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf
Per round, try to think of it in D&D terms, generally one move action + one other action. You have a bit more time than a D&D round, but just try to be reasonable.
The rules are a large port from D20 modern, but with accounting for the different character sheets, is a little changed.
Also, awesome points can be used for additional actions, if I never mentioned that before, so if you want to "tripletime" it, feel free.
Also, bears.
Hell yes I'm pushing awesome points.
Posted on 2011-02-22 at 16:45:51.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Rar
Computer is fixed. Is good.
Posted on 2011-02-22 at 00:53:32.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: dasfg
Just a reminder, you have an upper limit on awesome points, so the sooner you spend them the sooner you can get more.
Also, unless you have a fire hose in your pants...and I am not elaborating on that...you might have some trouble with that Eol. 
Posted on 2011-02-21 at 20:41:23.
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Topic: The Warlock of Firetop Mountain - Recruitment
Subject: asdf
The man looks cool, but red is not a natural skin colour...at all...so uh...yes...I think it's unrelated to our position on smoking...which is...largely...splendid...jell-o.
I hope this has answered all questions.
Please continue recruiting, game looks fun if I wasn't already double occupied.
Posted on 2011-02-21 at 17:32:07.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Les Updates?
Alright update is up, and first taste of combat has begun!
For those of you that want to read the update before this to avoid having the combat situation spoilered, please do so now.
There are eight, large angry men in front of the truck, and one heap of rags you've deduced to be a man who has been severely beaten. One of them has a switchblade, two have tire irons, one has another molotov cocktail, three are barehanded and one is still carrying a rap-blasting, booty-pounding boombox.
As of this time, all of you are still in the ice-cream truck. For the purposes of you all having time to react during the unfolding events, getting yourself out of the ice-cream truck will not require any actions or time.
Now, for the some quick notes on the mechanics of combat.
Every "round" is essentially 10 seconds for all intents and purposes, so if you can do something in 10 seconds, it's safe to assume it's a round's worth of actions. Id like combat to move swimmingly, so if you can sort of outline a plan of action over multiple rounds (either here or in the game thread itself) it will help us get through it quickly and not bog the game down.
I shall attempt to make a map to detail combat positions if you need it, but suffice to say you're in a square surrounding by fire about 20ft x 20ft, and the gang of thugs is about 10ft in front of the truck.
Any questions?
Posted on 2011-02-21 at 17:24:26.
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Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Check yo' self, before you wreck yo'self
Chapter 1.2: Rated G for Gangsta
Introductions were quickly made within the group, and it would seem that a motley crew of personalities had never been assembled before. The straight-edge, giant Downhouser towering over the amphetamine fueled Virago, the fast and loose Danyael already making advances to the group's lone female, the fiery (in both hair and personality) Kathryn, and the Ice-Cream Man, Percy as he called himself, who was another case altogether.
Though their ideologies greatly differed, the group now shared a common purpose. Fantastico HQ sat beside them, an enormous testament to the company's once total control of the island, and even now a fortified monolith that spoke volumes of their resolve to regain it. Though none of the group had any evidence, they could all “feel” Mr. Fantasti's eyes on them, and the large amount of armed guards within the complex gave even the most confident of the group a twinge of anxiety about failing to carry out his orders. The captain had given them their destination, and while the group struggled initially to find room for all of them in Percy's pastel-coloured “ice-cream” truck, they were soon off on their way.
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From his office, Mr. Fantasti watched idly out the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of his new team as they headed out.
Hmm, he thought to himself, ...did I remember to tell to captain they were to be given access to one of the out modelled APCs? He squinted out at the streets below, still unable to see the group.
”I'm sure they'll figure out on their own...” he muttered to himself.
In fact, he had just caught a glimpse of the group now, walking from the base of his headquarters across the street to a...a...what the hell was that? It was smaller than he thought the APCs were...and the paint job was a bit...spotty.
He was staring intently at the vehicle until it was about to pull out of sight into an alley when the first notes of the song hit him.
Turkey in the Straw
For the second time in months Denise's face allowed a small smile as the sound of her bosses curses rang out through the still jammed intercom.
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The ride from Fantastico HQ to the outskirts of the company's control gradually mimicked the fall of society within the city itself over the last few years. It seemed that with each block behind them, the general state of repair dropped. Though the buildings around the HQ had been maintained and kept livable, more and more cracks appeared in the illusion until eventually only dilapidated slums lined the streets. The worst was yet to come however, as the group finally entered Westside proper.
The large archway that spanned the street looked certainly like it had been built from scrap stolen from other projects. Its rusted metal body jutted out in many directions, and the word “WESTS!D3” was crudely cobbled together across the apex, seemingly from display lettering stolen from the fronts of restaurants and the like. Slightly more concerning was the wooden sign hanging just slightly below the apex, held to the structure by large chains. Riddled with bullet holes, the words painted on the sign were faded but still visible from street level.
”Ur in da wrong neighbourhood, muthafucka”
Emboldened by the apparent warm welcome, the group passed through the arch undaunted, and the apparent poverty of Westside surrounded them.
Though none of them remembered anything particularly notable about the area before the collapse of Fantastico, it looked as if their the area had been hit hard by the riots. What would have once been apartment complexes now resembled photos taken of Europe years past during WW2, still missing large sections of walls and caked with graffiti and soot. Though the streets just past the entrance were empty, a handful of overturned cars lined the sides of the road, their rusted out bodies home to a collection of vermin and scavenger animals, some still with fuel dripping from them, leaving long lines criss-crossing the street. As the group rounded the first corner, a scene unfolded before them.
”Wut the fuck you doing in Westside, beotch?”
The group couldn't tell exactly who had said that, as it seemed originate from a group of large black males huddled about something in the middle of the street. One held a large boombox on his shoulder, and the familiar refrain of Darius Garnett's gangsta-rap anthem ”Fuck Fantast!co” could be heard throughout the street.
”Ya, we ain't seen yer sorry white ass up in here before, homie.”, a second different voice chimed in.
It took a moment for the team to realize the group they'd stumbled onto was in fact not talking to them, and was looking at a mass of rags curled in the fetal position at their feet. When one of the men gave a solid kick to the pile, it let a faint whine. There was definitely a person in there. The jingling of the ice-cream trucks speakers soon drew the group's attention, and they turned to face the seemingly randomly appearing frozen treat dispenser.
”Looks like someun's brought us some frozen treats, boyz” the seemingly lead one said, already reaching into his pocket, bringing out a switchblade. ”Must not be from 'round these parts.”
A couple in the back snickered, cracking their knuckles, while another two turned from beating the man on the ground with a pair of tire irons. One, confusingly, pulled an already lit molotov cocktail from the folds of his coat, tossing it giddily from hand to hand.
”Why don't we show'em a lil' Westside hospitality, cuz?”, the one holding the molotov called out.
The lead one nodded, and within seconds a molotov was sent hurtling toward the ice-cream truck. The aim was slightly off, and it streaked past seemingly harmlessly, landed a few feet to rear of the vehicle. While at first it had seemed a lucky break (a direct hit surely would have melted some of the ice cream) it appeared the team hadn't got away quite so cleanly. The fire burned a moment more before catching some fuel, tripping idly from one of the overturned cars on the street side. Within seconds, the remaining fuel erupted, sending flames tracing around the ice-cream truck and large gang as they soon became encapsulated in a large ring of fire. It was almost as if some outside force had prepared this ring of fire as some sort of deterrent for attempting to flee the situation...almost as if this scenario had been designed to give the team their first taste of combat in a confined area while giving the potential for third degree burns. Almost...
The leader of the gang advanced on the ice-cream truck, sneering.
”Cum on out, bitches...” the others began to advance with him, ”...cum on out n' play!
Posted on 2011-02-21 at 17:17:55.
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Topic: I broke a personal record!
Subject: axdf
I have informed Guinness.
Unfortunately, I was unable to navigate their complex phone message service and I believe I have ordered a crate of their finest lager.
I am still considering this a victory.
Posted on 2011-02-21 at 16:46:28.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf
Alright. Not my computer, but I'll have a computer for today. Thanks for being so understand, and the filler posts in the meantime have been excellent. I'll be posting with an update this afternoon, and hopefully have my computer repaired by later today so I can get back to actually being around.
☻GruggLovesYou
Posted on 2011-02-21 at 16:07:53.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Mother78uhSJIwopsdad
Roommate: Hey, Brian, something is wrong with the computer.
Grugg: Oh? What is it?
Roommate: Well, I was downloading something and now Ive deleted most of system32 and system restore.
Grugg: 
Long story short, I am posting this from my phone.
The 3/4 complete post is presumably erased, as soon as I can get to a computer Ill put the update up.
This would happen, wouldn't it.
Posted on 2011-02-19 at 19:37:26.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Gruggtranslation
This Afternoon = Tomorrow
Something has come up.
Posted on 2011-02-18 at 22:08:30.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf
Eol, you're proper screwed up man.
Almerin, Im expecting no more than one post a week from anyone. Some people were just seeming to have some RP going, so I was wondering if anyone was looking for that. No rush.
Update this afternoon I suppose then.
Posted on 2011-02-18 at 15:58:23.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: jio
Quick question for my playas players. With all posts in Id be up for updating tonight possibly, although that might get moved back to early tomorrow, anyone want to get anything else in before that?
Posted on 2011-02-17 at 23:36:37.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf
My god, just driving a golf cart through city streets.
I have no words.
Finished reading the entire post, cannot stop laughing.
Posted on 2011-02-17 at 22:38:09.
Edited on 2011-02-17 at 22:41:23 by Grugg
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf
Make him up if you'd like, but like I said, he/she didn't give you any information about Westside, was merely from the area post-riots and was a bit of an ass.
Posted on 2011-02-17 at 18:22:29.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: A Moment Of Learning
Dropping some knowledge for those characters that would have it. Knowledge rolls + circumstance, commencing!
Gerald Downhouser is familiar with Westside from his days on the force following the general collapse of society. It was known as a hotspot of violent gang activity as well as being a hub for the majority of illegal drug movement through the city.
Danyael Greyson has in the past heard many references to being "Done up Westside style", generally in the context of a husband attempting to kick his ass. He generally assumes this is a bad thing.
Popsicle Percy and Kathryn McDonnell, have minimal knowledge of goings on it Westside, but both know of at least one person who they've met who previously was from the area and was unpleasant.
Virago thinks West side is two words and that it would be a cool place for a story.
Yay!
Posted on 2011-02-17 at 17:50:58.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject:
Artichokes
Posted on 2011-02-16 at 15:50:53.
Edited on 2011-02-16 at 15:51:02 by Grugg
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf
Good sweet horse jesus on a pogo stick, LAST PART OF THE INTRO IS UP.
Alright lads (and lass), now is time for the posting. Feel free to backpost if you'd like, and Ive left your position slightly ambiguous so you can talk amongst yourselves and whatnot before heading out.
Also, my brain hurts.
Double also, do remember to use this thread to drop discussion like it is hot. Im not sure what that means.
Posted on 2011-02-16 at 01:35:46.
Edited on 2011-02-16 at 01:36:39 by Grugg
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Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Intro, Part 3
Chapter 1.1: An A-Team Montage for the Ages
Sitting alone in office, Mr. Fantasti V was afforded a magnificent view of his once magnificent city. He could remember back to a time before this all happened, before his father had disappeared, before everything he had worked to achieve crumbled without his guiding hand. He and his father would travel throughout the city daily, supervising construction and interacting with the people. It was hard for him to imagine that those people who had so warmly welcomed him into their stores and homes were now out there tearing down everything his father had built, keeping him trapped in his headquarters like a scared animal.
Bzzzzt
The buzz of the intercom on his desk drew his attention away from the large window. He turned back to his desk and pressed the casually response button.
”Yes Denise, what is it?” he asked, already confident he knew her answer.
”The board sir, they’re expecting you in their chambers shortly.”
Her voice was emotionless, as always. She used to be more cheerful and bubbly, but being trapped in the same building for three years probably would have that kind of effect on someone, Mr. Fantasti thought. It was a shame, he’d at one point thought of asking her out, not that there’d be any time for that now.
”A shame too,” he said to himself,”…she had a great rack.”
”What was that sir?”
Mr. Fantasti looked down startled, realising his finger was still on the button.
”Nothing Denise, tell them I’ll arrive momentarily.”
He released the button, double checking to make sure it hadn’t become stuck before walking away from his desk. His office opened directly onto his suite, and he took a brief moment to freshen up before departing. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he headed towards the elevator. His light brown hair had a tinge of grey to it, and his once handsome face streaked with worry lines. He’d deal with that later, he still had some of the best doctors in the world under his employ, and he had more pressing issues to deal with now. He took a moment to adjust his tie before stepping into the lift and selecting the executive floor.
The executive floor was dark, not from lack of power, but because Mr. Fantasti assumed they generally preferred it that way. His father had always joked that the members of his board were vampires, as the only way to succeed in business these days was to have a team of tireless abominations on your side, a joke Mr. Fantasti had always found funny until he had to deal with them directly. He stepped into the meeting room and sat down at the dimly lit table. Within moments the board had joined him, sitting around the table in silence.
The silence was broken by a voice from the other side of the table, though Mr. Fantasti had trouble figuring out just who had spoken.
”This board meeting has begun, there is one matter before the board today, gentlemen and ladies of the board, prepare to vote.”
Mr. Fantasti sighed and leaned forward on his hands. Why the board continued to issue meaningless proclamations while the City didn’t give a rat’s ass about them was a great mystery to him. His preconceptions were quickly shattered as the issue was put before the board.
”The issue today is non-confidence motion brought forward by the board against Mr. Fantasti V, as we no longer feel he is capable of steering this company in a positive direction. All those in favour?”
Mr. Fantasti could only sit there dumbfounded as one by one the members of the board gave their consent. He only got his wits about him as the original speaker began again.
”A unanimous decision has been reached, as of this moment you are--“
”WAIT!”, Mr. Fantasti blurted, scarcely able to believe what he was hearing. ”You can’t do this! This is MY FATHER’S COMPANY! We’re the reason any of you are here today!”
He paused a moment to look around the room, though he could barely see the faces of those at the table. One or two shuffled uncomfortably as his gaze passed them, and he decided to press on.
”What’s your grand plan after you get rid of me, hmm?” he asked the group, ”The people out there still won’t listen to you, and throwing me under the bus won’t save yourselves.” He paused again, he could see some of them definitely waivering. He hadn’t prepared for this, but by god he wasn’t going to let them get rid of him that easily. ”Give me a month, one month to get control of the city back. If this city isn’t back under our control within a month, I’ll step down myself.”
The board shifted, murmuring amongst themselves. Eventually, the speaker stood and addressed Mr. Fantasti.
”Very well, you shall have your month Mr. Fantasti, but no more. Now I ask you, how do you propose we retake this city?”
Mr. Fantasti smiled, ”Well gentleman, there’s only one man electrifying enough, to save this city, there’s only one man who can captivate the world and layeth the smackdown and give us our city back, and I’ll have him in here within the hour.”
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”You have reached the booking line of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. We are sorry but Dwayne is currently booked throughout the remainder of the year, please leave a message after the beep and we’ll attempt to get back to you.”
”GODDAMNIT”, Mr. Fantasti hurled the phone across his office, shattered it against a marble bust of himself. ”We’re fucked. We’re FU-U-U-U-UCKED”
Denise stood by his desk, expressionless a small FantasticoVacbot emerged from a slot in the wall and attempted to suck up the shards of the phone. ”Was there anyone else we could call sir? Or were you banking heavily on The Rock being available.”
”What the hell do you think?” Mr Fantasti spat back, ”I didn’t expect to be put in this situation!”
Denise casually watched the Vacbot try in vain to suck up a piece of phone nearly as large as itself as Mr. Fantasti composed himself.
”I’m sorry Denise,” Mr. Fantasti said, running his hands through his hair, ”I think you can understand I’m under a bit of stress right now.”
”Of course sir,” Denise replied, not taking her eyes of the struggling Vacbot, ”What would you like me to do?”
”I don’t fucking care anymore Denise, get me anyone…” Mr. Fantasti walked over to the window. ”Have a team go get anyone they can find that could possibly help.”
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Mr. Fantasti barely slept normally, and he found it nearly impossible following the revelations of the day. Countless hours passed, and he only realised it was the following day when the sun greeted him through his window. Staring back at the sun as it rose above the city skyline, the Bzzzzt startled him to the point where he tripped over his own chair.
”The team’s returned sir, they have your men.” Denise’s empty voice greeted him as he rose back to his feet.
”Tell the captain I’ll be down immediately” Mr. Fantasti replied, slicking back his now slightly frazzled hair.
”It’s time for this city to have some heroes…”
”What was that sir?”
Sitting at her desk in the entryway, Denise’s normally emotionless face cracked a small smile as she heard her boss’s profanity through the intercom.
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Mr. Fantasti’s rush to the containment level was nearly the fastest descent ever recorded on a stairway. He stopped a moment before entering, adjusting his hair and suit in a reflection from a window before stepping into the bay. The Captain of his team greeted him, along with less than a third of the men he had sent with him.
”Some men running late Captain?” Mr. Fantasti quipped, only to be shot down by the sullen look on the man’s face.
”No sir, this is all that are coming back. Street gangs accounted for a few of them, and one of your “guests” apparently had her front door wired with a few chunks of C4…and she wasn’t even home.”
The unexpected loss hit Mr. Fantasti like a truck. ”Well, certainly um…inform the next of kin Captain, and tell them we’ll compensate them appropriately.”
The captain saluted before returning to his men, Mr. Fantasti could hear some of them talking loudly about them as he headed away. ”Compensate them? With what? That shit hasn’t paid us in months.” His first instinct was to turn and reprimand the man, but that would have to wait. When he had control of his city again, no one would dare speak out against him.
When he reached the containment cells there was a single private waiting for him there. The private saluted him and led him into the hallway, lined on all sides by interrogation rooms.
”Got a good bunch of guys fer ya’ sir!” the private gabbed, ”A real purdy girl too!”
Mr. Fantasti rolled his eyes. He remembered when his father had hired professionals to work for them, not uneducated firearms enthusiasts. Desperate times…
”Now this first one…” the private flipped through a couple pages on a clipboard. ”He’s Virago Nelahw, you remember Die Hardbo 7? This guy did stunts for that and uh…one of the guys in B-company said he saw him kick someone’s ass in a club a few years back. Took us two hours to catch the bugger, once we identified ourselves he just took off like some sort of freak, bolted straight up the face of a building he did.”
Mr. Fantasti stared dumbfounded at the private. ”A movie…stuntman…you brought a…nevermind, let’s get a move on.”
The private nodded happily, striding down to the second window. ”And this is…Danyael Greyson, nice guy, real nice. Well, next we have--"
”Wait, a second private.” Mr. Fantasti interrupted, ”Why is he here? What does he do?”
”Oh!” the private looked as if he was surprised the question had been asked. ”He’s uh, in…Analy…Litag…Finance!”
Mr. Fantasti had long decided to remain in a state of incredulous disbelief while talking to the private, so his expression barely changed. ”Did you just say Anal Finance?”
”Um…yessir?”
”You don’t even know what he can do, do you?” Mr. Fantasti asked, his face buried in his hand.
”Um…no sir…”, the private replied, looking down at his feet, “But uh…he kinda talked us into it. I think he heard us mention what we were doing and he just sorta…well he’s so charming!”
”I don’t even care anymore private…next please.”
The private nervously walked to the next window, before looking in. “Oh sir, this is that purdy lady I mentioned.” he smiled at Mr. Fantasti only to meet his blank stare. ”Oh!..and she’s good too! Um…Kathryn McDonnell, that’s her name. Caught up to her at the casino, but not before we tried to get in her home, sir. Awful mess that…door blew the whole front porch off…must have been rigged with something…I dunno.”
Mr. Fantasti looked up for a moment; this woman actually had some potential. He had begun to fear this whole thing was a waste of time.
”I think you’ll like this next one a whoooole lot, sir.” the private had already headed down to the next window. Mr. Fantasti joined him, and found himself staring at a man’s chest. Whoever was in that room was standing right in front of the glass…and was pretty damn huge.
”Whaddya think sir?” the private asked cheerfully, “Captain said he’d seen this guy around here before, can’t imagine he’d mistake this big ‘un eh? Called him Gerald Downhouser.”
Mr. Fantasti was still a bit shocked at the size of him. ”Can’t say I remember him…” he said, half under his breath.
The private shrugged. ”Dunno sir, weird part was he seemed to know what we were doing before we even knew he was there, answered all our call signs and everythang. He knows his stuff…we’re clearly dealin’ with some sort of…I dunno…some sort of genius here.”
Mr. Fantasti’s mood had brightened considerably…this was almost as good as The Rock. He turned to go to the last booth but the private refused to move.
”Something you’d like to tell me private?” Mr. Fantasti asked curiously, the private’s enthusiasm seemed greatly diminished.
”Well sir…the captain thought, what with you tryin’ to clean up the city and all that, that maybe you could use…well…one sick motherfucker to help out, sir, pardon my language. So he uh…told us about this guy see? This sick bastard he heard about while he was working the beat back in the day. This guy kidnapped people, cut them right up, then killed their families too, sir…really sick stuff. Well uh, we went to get this guy sir but uh…things got a little complicated like.” the private was by now visibly shaking.
”Well seeing how you brought in at least one more person, I’d say you stop yammering about how scary it was and introduce me to this person.” Mr. Fantasti tapped his foot impatiently.
”Well see sir…the truth is we didn’t actually get the guy…” the private stammered, “When we finally tracked this guy down…he was um…dead. Eyes scooped right out of his head like ice cream…and uh…we found this guy there…just standin’ there creepy-like.”
Mr. Fantasti stepped up to the window. Sitting quietly in the corner of the room was a slender man in a bloodstained Good Humor uniform. Something about him, just seemed off, and Mr. Fantasti instinctively looked away from the glass when man slowly looked up at the window.
”Who the hell is that then?” Mr. Fantasti asked, looking back at the window only to turn away as the man was still starring at him. There was no way he could know I’m here, Fantasti thought, …that’s a one way mirror for fucksake.
”Well that’s just it, sir.” the private drawing his attention away from the window, ”We have no idea who the hell he is. Guy wouldn’t tell us his name, has no fingerprints, and didn’t come up in any searches the Cap’n ran. We brought him in anyway, so uh…maybe he’ll be useful?”
Mr. Fantasti gave one last glance through the glass, and the creepy bastard was still looking right at him. A shudder went down his spine as he stepped away from the glass.
”That’ll do Private, I’d like these five brought to my office immediately, I’d like to talk to them about a business matter.” he began his walk out of the detainment hall, ”Oh…and that last one…better make sure you keep him cuffed, for all our sakes.”
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Mr. Fantasti was sitting behind his desk when the five were brought up to greet him. He wondered what he’d done to ever deserve what he was about to get into.
”Greetings!”, he said, standing as they entered his office. ”I trust your ride here wasn’t too unpleasant?
He didn’t bother waiting for an answer before continuing.
”I trust by now you all know who I am, and just what I am capable of. What you don’t know is why I need you here. My city is tearing itself apart, and while not my first choice, you’re just about the only hope in hell I have of bringing it back around. If you help me do this, I can assure you, you will never want for anything ever again, if you should fail well…”, he turned to face the window, ”…well god help us all.”
He turned to his desk and buzzed through on the intercom. ”Denise, have the Captain come in and escort our guests to the loading bay.”
No response came through the intercom but the Captain and handful of men quickly came in and surrounded the group, rifles drawn.
”Once we’ve ensured your co-operation your belongings will be returned to you.” Mr. Fantasti called out as they filed out. ”Oh and Captain, if any try and run for it…shoot them.
The captain nodded before shutting the door behind him, escorting the group into a series of lifts to the ground floor.
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The Fantastico HQ loading bay was a vast structure, located right at the base of the building. It was loaded with remnants of the vast fleet of APCs Fantastico required while it still had a military, now it simply remained a sad testament to just how few men remained. One the opposite end of the space from the lifts, a large bay door began to slowly creak open as the Captain escorted the men into the bay.
”Alright you five, you hold right there.” the captain waved at the group to stand by the bay door as a small group of soldiers dragged a couple of duffel bags (and one dragging a chunk of a lightpost) towards them.
”This is everything you had with you when we picked you up…”, the captain trailed off while looking at the man pulling the chunk of lightpost, ”…and if I see one of you open those bags while you’re still in the building, you’re swiss cheese.”
The door finished its slow rise with a loud grinding noise, and the captain motioned for the group to move outside, taking their duffel bags with them.
“You’re heading for Westside, one of our field agents will meet up with you there.”, the captain said with a grin, “It’s about half a mile…well, west of here. I hope you lot feel up for a walk.”
The door began closing as the captain turned and walked back within the loading bay.
”And don’t get any ideas about getting out of here, because we’ll know…and you won’t like that.” he laughed as he disappeared from view.
The door slammed shut with a dull thud, and the group looked out ahead of them at the deserted street.
It was time for an awesome adventure.
Posted on 2011-02-16 at 01:32:02.
Edited on 2011-02-16 at 01:33:31 by Grugg
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Topic: Arcadia City Super Team! - M&M2
Subject: sadf
Man, if I was not dedicated to making sure I get my game going I'd be a guaranteed in on this. As it is, I'll have to give a "I want to be in but might not be able to so maybe also I love you".
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Posted on 2011-02-15 at 23:07:43.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Oohyeah
For those of you that are paying attention, you might notice that a game thread is up. There is one last part of the intro to be posted up before you can post, and you might notice that none of you have been mentioned yet. This will be double rectified tonight.
In the meantime, let me know what you think...that is a lot of words.
Posted on 2011-02-15 at 17:04:31.
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Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Intro, Part 2
Prologue: Fantastico, the Menacing Phantom of Warring Clone Sith Revenge
It was the summer of 2003 when Fantasti Co. first made its mark. The brain-child of Mr. Fantasti IV, a relatively unknown foreign businessman, Fantasti Co. arrived in America with a bit of a whimper. Its sudden appearance coupled with the fact that no one knew exactly what they did seemed to indicate a failure to exist as a corporation, and for the first year the company largely stagnated. In the summer of 2004 however, a t-shirt, a vision disorder and a large group of hipsters would change everything.
Following their unproductive first year, Fantasti Co. dedicated what remained of their budget to a last ditch advertising effort. They commissioned a t-shirt from a local merchant, to display their brand. A simple enough order, if the executive they had sent to view the samples not been unknowingly colorblind. The result, a horrifyingly neon pink t-shirt with FantastiCo. emblazoned across the front in an eye gougingly yellow font, was nothing short of an abomination. The t-shirt shipped to a massively negative reception from consumers, and it looked like Fantasti Co. had finally sunk itself.
Moments before Fantasti Co. was set to declare bankruptcy, something extraordinary happened. Hipsters, always on the lookout for the latest unpopular style to bring back, had descended on the masses of t-shirts like deranged animals, buying out the entire stock literally overnight, mistaking the company name for an odd misspelling of fantastic. Their quest for ironic fashion statements ironically caused a country wide movement, and demand for the t-shirt soon far outstripped supply. Their initial investment returned tenfold, Fantasti Co. soon was outsourcing the creation of off colour t-shirts all over the country, establishing themselves as a national buzzword. Seeking to keep the momentum rolling, the company renamed itself Fantastico, and by the end of the year, they were among the business elite, sitting atop the lists of earners for 2004.
The years dragged on, and Fantastico expanded their business model. Fantasticola, Fantasticorn Pops, Fantasicolonoscopy kits, there seemed nothing the public wouldn’t buy with the Fantastico name slapped onto it. Fantastico became known as a company of excess, and their opulent Manhattan headquarters a testament to their dominance over the market. With Mr. Fantasti IV guiding the company, it was often joked that the company’s executive board was more organised and efficient than the country’s administration itself, and rumours abounded about a possible jump to politics for the much beloved CEO.
Public support of the company continued to rise, and following the economic downturn at the turn of the decade, Fantastico was in the unique position of being virtually the only company unaffected. This afforded them an excellent opportunity to buy out virtually all of their rivals, and by 2015, the Manhattan business sector was almost entirely dominated by Fantastico. By this point, the US of A’s national debt had ballooned to a truly unimaginable level, and Fantastico made an offer that went down in history as perhaps the most ambitious of all time. In return for paying off fully a third of the nation’s debt, they would be granted the entire Manhattan island to do with as they saw fit. The administration, desperately battling their debt and hoping to associate themselves with the wildly popular Fantastico, reluctantly agreed.
For the next five years, City Fantastico became an international titan, dedicating itself to the unbridled advancement of arts and science. Their massive funding brought in high calibre private military contractors, and their presence coupled with the high standard of living kept the city relatively crime free. At the height of its power, City Fantastico hosted the 2020 World’s Fair, showing off its splendour to the world for the first time. The world marvelled at City Fantastico, it appeared as if nothing could ever top the spectacle presented at the World Fair. That was, as so many things are, unfortunately true.
Following the closing of the World’s Fair, there was a change in City Fantastico. It was subtle at first, everything just seemed to lack the lustre it had before hand. Soon the steroid-fueled sports leagues that had entertained the populace entered a near simultaneous lock-out, citing breakdowns in negotiations. One by one business closed their doors, seemingly lacking the firm plan which had allowed them to flourish. By the time Fantastico announced that Mr. Fantasti IV had gone missing, the City had already begun to revolt.
The insertion of Mr. Fantasti’s son, Mr. Fantasti V in his place did little to quell the chaos. The company’s stock plummeted, and soon the PMC refused to continue working for the promises of better financial times to come. The population began to rally around any figurehead they could, and soon the city ran wild with warring factions. The riots and battles took a great toll on the city, its once magnificent skyline marred with smoke and flames. By the time the fighting died down three years later, the City had been irrevocably changed.
Entrenched within their heavily fortified HQ, the last remnants of the executive board and their loyalist employees are prisoners within their own city. Only the division of their enemies allowed Fantastico to retain any sort of control, and the board knew their days were numbered. If anything could be done it would had to be soon, and it would have to be awesome.
Posted on 2011-02-15 at 17:03:20.
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