Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Dr. Crazy! Paging Dr. Crazy! Well that was a fine dandy little skirmish. Too bad they had to go and shoot everyone. Kind of made it boring...
Virago was busy trying to save the half dead man they were supposed to meet to really pay any attention to the fire fight (zing!) going on around him. He was busy playing medic.
"A little from column a... and a little from column b... and a little from column c... or not. I don't think I have a column c. Oh well, maybe some dirt will make it work."
Virago ran over to the fire ring and scooped up some gravel, dust, blood, grass, rat feces, whatever was close and began stuffing it into the syringe he was using to mix up some chemicals. Then he held it over the embers of the now dying fire to warm it up.
"Perfect! I should have stayed in medical school. Nah... too boring."
Seemingly with total disregard for any collateral damage, he jammed the needle straight into Secret Agent Man's eyeball, shooting it full of whatever mess of painkillers and narcotics and stimulants (Virago thought it was ecstasy, but he wasn't really sure which one he put into which). It was a nice nasty green color but deep down he knew it would do the trick. This guy would be well again in no time!
After that Virago set out to make up some trauma dressings and try and control the inevitable bleeding that would probably come from all the open (and likely internal) wounds. Worst case scenario he grabs the knife and goes in for some minor surgery. That's what first aid kits were made for right? Field surgery?
Putting him in the cooler isn't a terrible idea...
"Ice helps swelling! To the cooler! Preferably one without any blood in it. Don't want to get an infection! I worked hard to keep this guy sterile!"
(OOC: Using an Awesome Point to uh, not kill him.)
Adrian took a second to ponder Char's question. He had to translate it, answer it, then re-translate it to a laymen's term.
"Well, magic is very different. It's sort of like weaponry. You don't give an archer a battle axe. The spellcraft of which you speak is something that the late Jal would have been able to perform... probably. I can't. Even if I could, since I believe we are quite literally altering the course of time I doubt it would do us any good.
I don't know which is better tactically... but we shouldn't ignore the bait."
Posted on 2011-02-26 at 20:24:24.
Edited on 2011-02-26 at 21:44:54 by Admiral
Topic: Still looking for a game Subject: well
A lot of free form games don't post open recruiting, you just sort of jump in. Typically a PM to whoever started it is good form, but a lot of times the first post will say to just start playing.
Eol posted some good links too! You'll find something. If nothing else I'm enjoying Dynasty
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Grugg
“The ice cream goes in the body parts… or maybe the ice cream is how I get the body parts… Never been on an ice cream truck before, have you?”
Virago sported a look that can only be described as sheer confusion before stepping away slowly from the cooler. No fingersicles would be ingested today, at least not by this guy. At least they were moving now, and Percy's eyes were focused on something other than him.
Turkey in the Straw blared through the city in a very stealthy manner, causing Virago to crack a smile at what he imagined was a perfect sight to see. The slums of Fantastico, fallen buildings, and cheerful tings of a once-noble sales profession that had become the cover of pedophiles and drug dealers.
Halfway through the trip it became apparent Gerald didn't exactly have the mental capacity to keep pace with their conversation. Twas a shame. He had high hopes for this one. Then, as if right on cue to redeem this whole situation... Conan spoke those glorious words Virago had been waiting to hear for what felt like days now:
" Hey kid, why don’t you tell me about the street light now."
Maybe there is hope for you afterall big guy...
Sadly before he could even find where to begin the epic story of fire and taxis the ice cream truck pulled to a halt.
"Hey Downhouser, Virago... how about we show these thugs how to do this sort of thing properly."
Surely he's not being serious? Vir replied loudly so the thugs could hear. "Properly? Why would we want to do that? We have guns... they have... nothing really. The guy with the fire might have a chance. Everyone else will be dead before they reach us. This isn't the time to be proper. It's time to shoot. Actually, you shoot. I hate guns. Just don't shoot me"
Virago grabbed his street light and charged forward, mentally scanning for the first epic movie battle cry he could come up with.
"FOR NARNIA!!!!" He belted out at the top of his lungs, suddenly realizing he didn't exactly think that one through. F*** it, we'll do it live.
(Charging full speed right at the thugs, and performing a flying leap past/over/through as few of them as possible. Ultimate goal here is to not get shot. Secondary goal is to get to the victim and see if he's still alive, beating back thugs as needed. Tertiary goal is to get the victim to relative safety, which might involve a leap through the ring of fire assuming it's thin/short enough. He can always be put out on the other side.)
Do we have a general move/act setup or something? I mean I can accomplish a lot in 10 seconds
Posted on 2011-02-22 at 02:10:23.
Edited on 2011-02-22 at 02:11:11 by Admiral
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Who needs names!
"Well, isn't that nice. I think I'll pass on the street light thing for now. I'm sure you'll understand."
He didn't. It was an awesome story. It involved a taxi cab and a fire engine.
Virago instead sorted through his pack to make sure everything was there. The others did the same. He kept an eye on Mr. Bond as he got shot down by the redhead. "Cute, but not really my type... all filler" he muttered under his breath.
“Virgo, did you say your name was? Let me guess, you’re a grounded salt-of-the-earth type of guy, right?”
Not the first time I've heard that one..."Actually Dr. Isley, I'm a Gemini. And I'm anything but grounded. I try to stay off it as much as possible. Also I avoid salt since it's bad for your arteries and is the underlying cause of most heart attacks. That and stress, but a lot of us today have evolved significant coping mechanisms and aren't really bothered by it anymore...
"But yea, salt kills."
The ice cream man was absolutely intriguing. He never, ever wanted to be left alone with him in a small room, but he was fun to watch.
The Terminator spoke next. “West side is a bad part of town. It’s got lots of crime; drugs, prostitution, murder. We will have to be careful there. I don’t know who Conan is, but he can take the lead if he wants to. My name is Gerald, and I warn you: Do NOT take drugs. They are bad for you. You should pick up acting again. I’m sure business will get better eventually.”
Virago chuckled. Clearly not a movie guy. "It's a... don't worry I'll pull up the movie on my iPhone and we can watch it later. You look just like him. Hey big guy... Gerald, right? Can I ask you a question?" Without waiting for a response, "What is best in life?" Virago began giggling furiously.
"Now you say: 'To crush your enemies, see them driven before you... and to hear the lamentation of their women!' Trust me it will be HILARIOUS." Virago seemed to be able to change gears on a whim. "Oh and drugs aren't bad by definition, beings they are inanimate objects and incapable of moral reasoning. Besides antibiotics are drugs, and so are vitamins. So I challenge that statement. Drugs are neither good nor bad, but simply tools in the hands of someone who knows what they are doing."
Now that they had a vehicle they at least didn't have to walk, but it would be tough to squeeze into the back with all those freezers. Not that he really minded the closed space... it was the music that set him off.
“who’d keep fake body parts in a freezer? That’s just crazy…” Virago was conflicted. The man did have a point... but that didn't the moment any less awkward. This very well could be a golden opportunity for him. He knew a few producers hurting for money right now... Maybe this little adventure would make a good screen play.
"Umm, Mr. Softee... do you have any ice cream without body parts in it? I'm a vegetarian."
Posted on 2011-02-20 at 21:03:21.
Edited on 2011-02-20 at 21:08:41 by Admiral
1. Eol is a scary person.
2. This is why you use Linux
3. Golf Carts are hilarious
4. Eol dude... SERIOUSLY?
5. I will get a filler post in before the update
Also, this exclusive video was taken only minutes ago in Westside:
Posted on 2011-02-20 at 20:10:37.
Edited on 2011-02-20 at 21:04:44 by Admiral
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Yea... a bit over the top
A loud roar erupted and quickly became a gentle hum as the cowbell clang signified the start of the match. The arena was a professional grade MMA ring obtained through questionably legal means. The stands were probably stolen from the World Fair, and the lights were legitimately purchased from the local hardware store. The owner's son ran the popcorn stand and the underground fighting circuit takes care of their own.
The cage fitting over the ring was old school style, meaning there was about 5 feet of concrete floor between the edges of the ring and the cage. This allowed for maximum drop when one fighter threw the other over the ropes. No weapons were allowed to be brought in, and the equipment was not allowed to be destroyed. This is a holdover from a few years ago when one fighter ran under the mat and tore off a two-by-four to use as a bludgeon.
The two men wandered around inside the cage... sizing each other up. One was obviously bigger, faster, and stronger, but the other had a strange twitch to his step. And although he moved with the grace of an epileptic hippo there was something unsettling about his mannerism and the way the movement of his feet didn't match the movement of his legs... something that betrayed a hint of crazy that... well to be honest it was pretty well known by now. This was Virago's 5th match of the night and he had yet to be beaten.
The crowd never understood exactly how the 4th contestant died, nor did they understand why he even tried to climb up the side of the cage to chase after "The Boston Crazy." (Wild fighting style combined with an insufferable accent had earned Virago that name, by the way.) In addition, nobody really understood why "Captain Death" as he called himself decided to step into the cage as the 5th challenger.
To his credit, Captain Death showed no fear as he wandered into the cage and climbed through the ropes. He never faltered as The Boston Crazy began surgically removing the femur of his most recent victim. Nor did Captain Death seem to mind that The Boston Crazy was obviously planning on using the bone as a weapon against him. This earned him the respect of the fans.
And a cerebral hemorrhage.
There was no sixth challenger.
After the match Virago was on his way home. To him home was the rooftops of the city, far away from the plebes that roamed the streets and sidewalks. True he had an apartment - a 500 square foot room in a modest neighborhood - but that was little more than a storage shed and place to sleep. He spent most of his time wandering the skyline. And tonight would be no different. As he rounded the corner of his favorite climbing point and readied himself to launch, a voice in the distance caught his ear.
"Sir! Uh, Sir! Mr. Boston Crazy! We need to talk to you! It's uh... Fantastico. We have orders to bring you to company headquarters!"
Virago wasted no time leaping up the side of the building and used every ounce of his remaining energy to promptly GTFO. Oh shiiiiii...... fans....
That was the last thing he needed right now, a couple of fanboys wanting autographs.
And another homicide allegation. Those things tend to follow.
Forty-Five minutes of solid running from rooftop to fire exit to rooftop followed, with only 17 breaks to inject himself with "awesome juice." It did occur to him that these fanboys were long lost behind him and he *really* didn't need to be running full out, but awesome juice has a tendency to make him exaggerate his feelings and confuse absolute necessity with the dangerously excessive. And so he ran.
A short time later, back on the streets, Virago couldn't help shake the feeling he was being followed. And not just a paranoid delusion like he was used to... this one was real. He even injected himself with an antidote to the awesome juice just to be doubly sure. He was being followed.
Maybe these weren't fanboys? Maybe the police had finally found enough evidence to get a warrent? Either way he couldn't be caught with only his clothes, a handful of drugs, and a backpack filled with several useful items. He needed a weapon if this was really going to go down like this. He hailed a taxi and got one within minutes.
"Just drive! Fast!" he yelled at the driver as he jumped into the passenger seat. Before the cabby could tell him to sit in the back or otherwise complain he found a nice wad of cash on his lap. Without another word he drove as fast as he could forward, the environmentally friendly glow from the street lights becoming a "naturally white" blur.
At just the perfect time, Virago reached over and jerked the wheel, causing the cab to spin wildly to the left and plow straight into a street light. Years of training left him unharmed, however the cabby was not going to have a very good day tomorrow if he woke up at all. Virago grabbed his money back and jumped out of the window of the cab, taking a bow to the horrified screams of college kids trying frantically to dial 911. He grabbed the top half of the broken street light and, now exhausted and in a lot of pain, began to climb the nearest building so he could watch the firefighters and paramedics do their thing.
Unfortunately the Fantastico military was waiting for him on the roof and promptly stabbed him with some sort of tranquilizer.
After their little "introduction" they were released back out into the city presumably with some sort of implanted GPS bug or something. "Ok guys, we have a half mile walk. I suggest we walk quickly. That way we can get there faster. Conan should take the lead since he is the biggest target. Anyone else should probably be behind him. In case we get shot at. I plan on not being around if trouble shows up, and I don't know much about the West side so I'm assuming it's a bad part of town.
"By the way, my name is Virago. Some people call me the Boston Crazy but I promise it's not because I'm actually crazy. I don't even like the name but it's kind of stuck. I am a professional fighter and actor and do my own stunts. Used to make money doing it too until the collapse of the entertainment industry.
"Let's see, I do a lot of drugs, take a lot of risks, study drunken boxing, fight hobos, drive cars too fast, and jump from tall buildings without a safety net. I'm also very shy and keep to myself." He added a wink to that last part, but was rather upset his brand of humor seemed to be lost on the others.
He decided it was better to simply make pleasant conversation with the group to pass the time.
"You know... This is actually similar to one of my movies. James Bond and Conan the Barbarian lead an assault team against the clown guy from Twisted Metal and meet Ginger from Gilligan's Island along the way.... It was a B movie. Real low budget stuff. I did get to throw an axe at an Ice cream truck though so it wasn't a total wash. Hey guys, wanna know how I got this street light?"
Posted on 2011-02-16 at 04:16:36.
Edited on 2011-02-16 at 04:55:11 by Admiral
Topic: Corrupt a wish Subject: well
You kill the thread.
Seriously, nobody else has any more inspiration to post. You now have every bit of inspiration in the entire world.
I wish for a hot dog
Posted on 2011-02-14 at 00:37:26.
Edited on 2011-02-14 at 00:37:45 by Admiral
Topic: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIEF!! Subject: Happy 35th!
Happy birthday Bossman!! 35 is the new 25! Which makes me... 15? I think?
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 16:52:38.
Topic: The Official ==Play Outside Your Comfort Zone Challenge== Subject: well
I've played a few games where the players (I GMed in two cases) had no idea even of the rules of the system. They basically gave a character description and appearance, and were handed everything else.
It was quite the blast.
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 16:47:49.
Topic: Corrupt a wish Subject: heh
You grow gills... quick better find a swimming pool. You think your lungs just died.
I wish for something blue that is also a hat.
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 02:50:31.
Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A Subject: Mr. Firetruck
I think we need another group pic now that the party has "aged" a bit and added Flynn.
Also I can't seem to find the old one anywhere. Boo
Good luck with the con, we have a few Texans that I know of.
Feel free to drop by the comings and goings forum and post a little about yourself. Stick around a bit, you might enjoy it.
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 01:08:50.
Edited on 2011-02-11 at 01:09:00 by Admiral
Topic: Recruitment is Closed Subject: party
From years of playing modern and cyberpunk here's what I figure is a good balanced party:
1. Face - the guy to talk
2. Tech - to handle hacking and such
3. Artillery - lots of bullets
4. Heavy - the fat man on the front lines
5. Wildcard - driver, medic, scout, etc.
Luckily it looks like Steel will cover face, tech and even scout, I can cover heavy and medic, so there is a lot of wiggle room. If Almerin brings a gunner then we are pretty much set. We have all the bases covered at least for a minimum competent party so everything else is just icing on the gravy... or something.
Posted on 2011-02-10 at 17:55:52.
Edited on 2011-02-10 at 17:56:50 by Admiral
Advantages:
Longarm Warrior
- Especially deadly with polarms, spears and the like. Also doesn't take penalties when using improvised weapons in this fashion.
EXTREME Acrobatics
- By all means should not be alive. Uncanny ability to glide, slide, roll, tumble and otherwise control movement.
Silver Spoon
- He's got money from his parents in a trust fund back east. Lots of legal red tape to get to it since they were American.
Disadvantages:
Batman Complex
-Never used a gun, and very well might shoot himself if he tried
Items and Equipment:
Custom Acrobat Suit
Half-broken Street Light
Backpack
10 doses of questionably legal stimulants
First Aid Kit
Protein Bars and Sports Drink
5 doses of questionably legal painkillers
iPhone (loaded with Apps)
Knife
Flask of Gin
Wallet and some cash
Keys to apartment
Rope, Grappling Hook, Pitons
Physical Description/Personality Description
Born to a family with a long line of wealthy doctors, Virago always knew what he wanted to be... a movie stuntman. His parents did everything they could to force him to be a surgeon but all it did was fuel his boundless energy. It didn't work.
While Virago was in Medical School on a visa in Fantastico his parents both died in a freak accident. Having inherited a fortune, Virago promptly dropped out and took a job as a movie stuntman. The work came naturally and Virago soon became a new rising star in the community. Sadly more realistic CGI and skyrocketing insurance rates soon put him out of a job. He turned to drugs and began to push his risk taking to the absolute insane level. He spiraled downward into a mess of paranoia, alcohol, drugs, weirdness, and spending. He would often his the underground fight clubs at night and MMA fights during the day to toughen him up.
Vir used the rest of his college fund to buy a small house and build himself a full body glove that consisted of kevlar, leather, and that insulating foam stuff, all designed to provide him protection from whatever demons haunted him without hindering his crazy stunts.
One day after playing some Final Fantasy, Virago decided he rather liked the concept of the Dragoon, and took to the streets to test it. Acquiring a regular lamp post, Virago began to train with it as a weapon, doing quite fine and killing several nuisance animals with it and even smacking around a thug or two. The look on people's faces was priceless when Vir would come flying off the roof of a three story building holding a half-broken street light like a lightsaber.
Finally... something that could finally satisfy his need to adrenaline without having to inject himself with drugs. Now if only he could find another job before his work visa expires.
Virago stands a compact 5'8 with an average slim build. He was easily able to stand in for most actors which helped make him a great stuntman.
His custom armor is a dark and slightly reflective silver, with a few (50) long loose strands trailing from the neck that fan out like a ragged cape. His hair is a messy light brown about shoulder length, with streaks of white and blond he put in for his last role and just sort of kept.
His eyes are an electric green. His skin a medium tone and teeth Hollywood quality perfect. He often wears a rave hoodie or a hat from his vast hat collection.
Virago is impulsive, crazy, brash, and unable to really hold long term friendships. He fits in well at the more eccentric scenes, at least for a little bit.
Posted on 2011-02-10 at 07:28:57.
Edited on 2011-02-11 at 01:22:41 by Admiral
Topic: Recruitment is Closed Subject: oh man
So many epic character ideas... must drink on it
Posted on 2011-02-10 at 04:55:03.
Topic: 2012 Recruitment-REVIVED! Subject: suggestion
This sounds a lot like a freeform game. You might want to go ahead and make an opening post in whatever forum you're going to host the game in.
That way people can just jump right and play. It will probably get you some more players and faster.
- Put a lot of effort into your intro post. Spellcheck it, proofread it, revise it, just like an essay. I typically re-write my opening posts to a new game at least three times before I'm happy with it.
- Spell out exactly what you want from the players, what they will be doing, and how they met.
- Decide if you want to be a player or strictly a GM. I find that in freeform it's better if you play as well. Perhaps as a General or squad leader, so you can still direct the game. Make clear how the game will work. Thus far I haven't been able to gather this info from your posts.
- Remember, you can always play with just two people or even just you. Start writing a story post by post and if people are interested they will join. If not at least you get some practice with creative writing!
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Not the first time I've heard that one..."Actually Dr. Isley, I'm a Gemini. And I'm anything but grounded. I try to stay off it as much as possible. Also I avoid salt since it's bad for your arteries and is the underlying cause of most heart attacks. That and stress, but a lot of us today have evolved significant coping mechanisms and aren't really bothered by it anymore...
