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PostPosted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 3:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"needs credit card approval..."
Sounds like the voice of experience here, been scoping those naughty superheroine sites, eh?

That's a good one though, I'll have to pull it on my players. Very Happy

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PostPosted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 12:31 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Sounds like the voice of experience here, been scoping those naughty superheroine sites, eh?


Hardly! Visiting those sites is disgusting. Being the webmaster of several, as I am, well that's perfectly respectable... Razz

Thanks for all of the feedback, guys!

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Snate56 wrote:
"That's a good one though, I'll have to pull it on my players. Very Happy


Thanks! I was really happy with how it came out. I gave each player this sheet at the beginning of the game. There was space at the bottom for them to design the site. Each player got the same form, but with a different character name on it.

They filled them out then and sprung them on each other in game. It was pretty freaking funny - they are a great group. Very Happy Everyone got a benny (which they later needed - it was a tough game!)
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:39 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Laughing

You could expand upon the idea, too.
Have everyone else design crap that fans would send to one of the others on the team and give them with a benny for good ones.

I, for example, might make a batch of cookies to bring to the game frosted to memorialize the fans favorite idol!

Kinda makes me wonder what they would have come up with for their own characters!

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 3:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I like it!
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PostPosted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Next game: October 18th!

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:22 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Have you given any further thought as regards a blog with uncensored entries?
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:23 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Have you given any further thought as regards a blog with uncensored entries?


Hey, stop reading my mind!

But, yeah, what he said...
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:44 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thought? Yes.

Action? No. Razz

I may actually have all interested parties apply for membership over at our 'private' Forums, where the whole group posts. One Pinnacle poster already does so and we've met a nice guy and fellow NE gamer in the process.

Yeah, maybe I'll do that. Too busy to post details right now. Very soon!

And as always, thanks for your interest.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:35 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Gospog wrote:
I may actually have all interested parties apply for membership over at our 'private' Forums, where the whole group posts. One Pinnacle poster already does so and we've met a nice guy and fellow NE gamer in the process.


Aww, thank you... Oh great, now I'm blushing. Embarassed

But it’s true. Quite fun to be there. They got everything you could want over there:
Funny recaps, nice people, Necessary Evil and a crazy Russian… Mr. Green
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Have you given any further thought as regards a blog with uncensored entries?



YEAH!!! Especially those superheroine sites!


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PostPosted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 8:00 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

We played Saturday. I think it may have been the best game of the campaign so far. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard.

The NE cards for the Adventure Deck are INSANE. Two of us villains have sidekicks now. One of them (not mine) is a male stripper who dresses up like a clown.

So much fun, so much to explain. The write-up is almost half done. I'll post the edited version here and then I'll PM how to log into our private group boards to anyone who's interested.

Oh man, it was insane...

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 8:32 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'm interested.
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sitting Duck wrote:
I'm interested.
What he said!
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:29 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sounds cool. I'm looking forward to reading it.

Type quickly!
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PostPosted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:37 pm    Post subject: NE Plot Point Campaign Game 6 - SPOILER ALERT! Reply with quote

Wow! I think this is my longest post yet. Seven Players and nine hours of game. A lot happened. Most of it pretty horrifying. But here, see for yourself...
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Date: October 20
Therapist: Dr. Leonard Mortin
Subject: Omega
Session 97

DR. MORTIN: Why, Dr. Omega, this is um...a, er…

OMEGA: A fruit basket.

DR. MORTIN: Yes! A fruit basket. Well. Well, thank you, Dr. Omega. Um…

OMEGA: It’s a farewell present.

DR. MORTIN: Oh god! (sob)

OMEGA: Oh, sit down, Doctor. I’m not going to kill you (today). I merely no longer require your services. I’m cured.

DR. MORTIN: C-cured? But, um, well…I get to see my family?

OMEGA: Yes, of course. Just as I promised. Oh, except your son, um, Billy.

DR. MORTIN: David?

OMEGA: Yes, David. Young David is a class 6 genius. I’ve put him to work on some of my smaller side-projects, like the freeze grenade, and he’s made impressive progress. You should be very proud. He’s staying here. I even pay him.

DR. MORTIN: …

OMEGA: Come now, Doctor. Let’s shake hands like sane men and I’ll escort you down to the holding cells. We’re even giving you a ride home in the Omega Van.

DR. MORTIN: I…no. No, I’m not going.

OMEGA: What?

DR. MORTIN: I-I’m not going, Dr. Omega. I need to k-know why. Why you’re cured now. What happened? I owe it to you as your therapist to make sure you’re r-really cured. S-so, what happened? Come on, one last session, just to be sure.

OMEGA: Bah! Very well, Doctor Mortin. I have time to be magnanimous. My newfound mental stability is due to the happiest of circumstances (happier, even, than the time when I very nearly vaporized France). I found her.

DR. MORTIN: Her?

OMEGA: Why, Gina, of course! I found her! She’s here, in the Omega Dome!

DR. MORTIN: Gina? Oh, Gina, Agent Delta from your days with Zenith? She’s alive???

OMEGA: Oh yes. But she goes by “Meanstreak” these days. And her powers are considerably different. And her skin is metal. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Sit down, Doctor. I’m going to tell you all about our happy reunion…

*************************************************************

Dr. Omega called the meeting to order just as the Reverend Burdo strolled up to the Omega Meeting Table. Two new supervillains were seated at the table and he hastily made introductions.

“Gentlemen, this is the Reverend Burdo, founder and spiritual leader of Burdology. I’m sure you’re familiar.”

Dr. Omega then gestured to a frazzled-looking man in a stained lab coat. “This is the Math Maniac. He provided a vital distraction while I liberated some equipment from an East Coast university recently. He is working with us…and tutoring my clone sons…until further notice. Or until he wanders off.”

Dr. Omega sat down and gestured with an armored hand at the other newcomer. The man was dressed in green coveralls and black gloves. His body seemed relaxed and yet coiled to unleash violence at any second. The lines of his face betrayed a hard life of conflict and horror.

“This is Gothic. He says that he came from the future because I made some cyborg demons (or maybe found them?) and then gave him and some other soldiers demon tech. And now he’s come back in time to save Sarah Connor. Or me. Did I get the gist of it?”

The taciturn soldier nodded slightly but said nothing.

“Ok, great. Let’s bring this meeting to order. We have a lot to talk about since we last met. As you all know, we captured not only another V’sori Battle Master, but also the alleged super genius Hydra. Reverend, I had meant to ask you: would it be possible for you to read Hydra’s mind? You know, to clear up what he uttered when Paco found him?”

“Yep.”

“Yes?”

“Yep. Let’s go.”

“Right now?”

“You want to do it later?”

“Ummm… Uh…no! Let’s go. Omega Men, remain here momentarily. This shouldn’t take long.”, Dr. Omega ushered the Reverend Burdo into the nearby Omega Infirmary.

An uncomfortable silence settled over the meeting table. Everyone glanced around nervously or looked blankly at a wall or the floor.

A buzzer sounded. The upstairs intercom! Someone was up in Quicky’s Fish Cannery, at the door, attempting to gain access. Scrape and Vertebreaker both leapt up from their seats simultaneously. “GOT IT!”

Unfortunately for Vertebreaker, Scrape pressed the button to summon the elevator and was already ascending to the fish cannery as Vertebreaker angrily hit the “defrost” button on the microwave over and over again. “Up, damn you!”

Upstairs, Scrape made sure he was obscured by shadows as the visitor identified himself. “I’m Isaac Hayes, I’m looking for the glorious Reverend Burdo.”

Scrape laid a cancer-inflicting hand on the man’s shoulder. “You’ve found the right place, my friend. Step into the elevator, do not turn around and I will guide you to him. He is very close. Yes, that’s it, hold my hand but don’t look back…”

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In the Omega Infirmary, Dr. Omega kicked over a trash can in frustration.

Hydra lay on a stained cot, still in a deep sleep or possibly even a coma. He hadn’t mumbled anything more than the phrase he said last month. “Meros came to me…tried to make me forget...but I remember.”

“Sorry”, the Reverend Burdo explained, “that’s all that’s in his head. I tried to pry the secret identity of Dr. Destruction out of there, as you requested, and as far as Hydra is concerned, Dr. Destruction is…Dr. Destruction. I’ve got nothing.”

Scattered band-aid wrappers paid mute testament to Dr. Omega’s frustration. They scattered as he swirled his cape around and stormed back to the Omega Meeting Chamber.

“Scrape! Who is the stranger and why is he sweating so heavily? He looks like he’s on his death bed.”

“Oh, he sure is, Pa! I-“

“Reverend!”

Burdo entered the room and Isaac rushed forward, prostrating himself at his knees. “Oh, blessed Reverend, I have traveled so far to find you!”

Dr. Omega leaned in to whisper to Reverend Burdo, “Sit in my Omega Throne. This guy might have some money.” Dr. Omega took Burdo’s usual seat, inspiring the metal folding chair to heroic efforts in not collapsing.

Isaac was able to control his awe long enough to relate the story that brought him into the Omega Dome and the presence of the Reverend Burdo.

“There has been a terrible schism in your church, my lord. Some fools believe that the V’sori are in fact the Alien Ancestors, come to test us! There are some of us, less now, that cling true to your words and know that the V’sori could never be the AA. But, these heretics, they now have actual support from the V’sori. They’re hunting your true-believers down, killing us in droves. You must help us, my lord. Please!”

Reverend Burdo shot a quick look at Dr. Omega. The evil genius nodded, ever so slightly. Burdo had the full support of the Omega Men.

“Rise, my son. Of course I will help you. As will these…um, other people, even the one that gave you ca- er, led you down here. Who is behind this reign of terror? Who is the apostate who dares threaten my flock?”

“They call him Davros, my lord. He operates out of Downtown, the worst parts. Your churches used to stand there, proudly, but he has burned them down, frequently with Burdo loyalists still inside.”

“Where can we find this Davros? Exactly where?”

“I do not know, Reverend. Forgive my ignorance, I beg you.”

Upon hearing that, the Omega Men launched into action! Math Maniac cornered Gothic and explained the mathematical probability of Davros being in different sections of Downtown. Scrape ran after Dr. Omega holding the phone book and insisting he had found “Dav-ros”. UPS busied himself with shooting koala bears off of the ceiling. It was Vertebreaker who found the needed information, on the Internet.

Vertebreaker handed Dr. Omega a dot-matrix print-out listing all of the churches burned down by these worshippers of the ‘Space Gods’.

“Good work, my son!” exclaimed Dr. Omega. Once they see that we’ve rebuilt one of the churches, they’ll rush over to destroy it again. Then we’ll have them!”

“We’re going to build a church?”

Reverend Burdo snapped his fingers, “We won’t have to.”

No one noticed the determined look on what passed for Scrape’s face as he held the phone book on his lap and dialed the phone…

*************************************************************

The church was beautiful. It was pristine white, as if the fire never happened. Its steeple soared towards the heavens and its stained glass windows showed divinely-inspired scenes of the Alien Ancestors returning to Earth in peace, bearing gifts. The kindly aliens held banners reading “Hope”, “Change” and other inspiring messages.

The front doors were solid oak and stood open to welcome the faithful on this night, the Grand Re-Opening of the church!

It was all fake, of course. Reverend Burdo, in addition to being a super-powered healer, could also create incredibly complex and realistic illusions. This new church was one of them. While the Reverend and three of his “faithful” minions greeted parishioners at the front, the rest of the Omega Men surrounded the church ruins on all sides. On Burdo’s word, they would spring out and capture a Space God cultist (drawn by the mystery of the suddenly restored church), forcing him to divulge the whereabouts of Davros.

Actual loyal Burdonians were quickly ushered out the back of the illusory church by equally illusory Scrape and Vertebreaker.

A tall, heavily muscled man walked up to the Reverend in front of the church. “I’m looking for Mr. Scrape.”

Burdo gestured into the church, where what appeared to be a blond, handsome man ushered some loyalists out the back doors.
“Mr. Scrape?”

“Yep. Oh! It’s you!” Scrape handed the man an envelope and gestured to the illusion of a curtained-off area. “You can set up over there.”

The man retreated to the curtained alcove and Scrape and Vertebreaker both heard Burdo’s voice in their microbeads, “Incoming. Look sharp.”

Both deformed clones looked to the back of the church. Robed and hooded men were emerging from the nearby bushes. Men with guns. One of them grabbed a faithful Burdo-worshipper and pressed a handgun to his head. Then he shot him in the head.

Roaring in rage, the two freaks sprung into action! More hooded men emerged from the bushes and Scrape and Vertebreaker tore into them, sending broken bodies flying in all directions!

At the front of the imaginary church, more robed gunmen appeared. Four, no-eight! A dozen robed men appeared from the shadows! A like number appeared on all sides of the church! Four dozen attackers, all armed with blaster pistols. Burdo tapped his microbead into life. “Guys…we have a problem”

On one side of the church, Dr. Omega and his new minion, Juan Valdez, found themselves surrounded by hordes of Space Gods cultists. Dr. Omega opened the comm. Channel in his helmet. “UPS, Math Maniac…now!”

In the sky, a V’sori Manta floated out of the cover of nearby buildings. Guided by the Math Maniac, it used precise amounts of inertial force to deliver the deadly cargo suspended under it by cargo straps.

From a height of eighty feet, the PSI-Borg fell into the crowd of Space God cultists. Most were crushed instantly. Other fell under the crushing force of its long scythes. The PSI-borg thrashed in rage, not even bothering to stand upright! Blood painted the streets crimson.

Unseen by the combatants, Gothic quietly sprang off of the back of the PSI-borg, which he had ridden to the ground. Invisible, he slipped from enemy to enemy, eliminating cultists with ruthless efficiency as he made his way to the front of the church to reinforce Reverend Burdo.

UPS guided the Manta up higher and released control of the laser cannons over to a giggling Math Maniac. As he opened fire, UPS gasped in shock and lit up the display screen so that the Math Maniac could see what was approaching: a V’sori Barracuda!
“UPS to Dr. Omega…we have a problem.”

Inside the church, the tall muscled man emerged from the curtains. He was dressed as a clown. He wore no shirt and his pants buttoned up the sides. Seeing no one actually in the church, he strolled outside and saw Scrape dismembering several cultists with a vibro-knife.

“What the hell’s going on?”

At the best of times, Scrape can be very literal. He rounded on the clown-faced man, “I’m a super villain. Dr. Omega is my dad. We all kill V’sori, like once a month.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Scrape casually disemboweled a Space God cultist.

“I can control minds and I’m super tough.”

“You’re in.”

“Well alright then!” The tall clown reached down and ripped off his button-up pants. He was now completely naked. From…somewhere, he produced a radio and started blasting frantic dance music. The dance that he started immediately was…suggestive, to say the least. Several cultists stopped what they were doing and just started following the naked clown around.

“Yes!” urged the clown, “You three…hold that man over there down. He is resisting my control, we need to…convince him.”

Scrape grinned in pure happiness. He had a sidekick!

At the front of the church, Reverend Burdo was in dire straits. Two of his minions were dead, shot down by Space God fanatics. Seeing that his illusory church no longer served a purpose, he dispelled his illusion. He was about to retreat back to cover when the Manta hove into view. UPS was busy trying to convince the Barracuda pilot to help them but the Math Maniac still had control of the laser cannons! Suddenly, Burdo and his remaining minion were very much alone at the front of the church. “Thanks, Maniac!”

“Dr. Omega to UPS. Have you convinced that pilot that we’re V’sori putting down an armed insurrection yet?”

“N-not exactly, boss. I don’t think he’s buying it. It’s not gonna work.”

“PSI-borg, jump on top of that Barracuda and rip the top of it off. We’ll see how tough the pilot is then.”

The PSI-borg had only been in its new, metal prison of a body for a few weeks at that point. It still didn’t understand its full strength…or that it had jump-jets.

The giant robot rocketed into the night sky just as the Barracuda came into view. Lack of planning and coordination resulted in the PSI-borg clinging onto the front of the V’sori craft, it’s glowing red eyes peering into the cockpit!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!” screamed the understandably terrified pilot.

“AAAAAAAAA.” Screamed the PSI-borg in a synthesized monotone.

The Psi-Borg tore its scythes out of the craft and fell away, but not before pulling it fatally off course. It crashed into a crowd of Space God cultists, engulfing everything around it in flames.

Dr. Omega shrugged. “That works, too.” At that point, the evil Doctor fully intended to launch into a maniacal speech, pointing out the impending doom of the cultists (except one). But he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. (even more surprisingly, he also shut up)

One of the Space God cultists had lost her hood and mask. Dr. Omega recognized her instantly. It had to be her! Gina! The woman known as Delta back when they served together in Project Zenith! Obviously, the V’sori had kidnapped and brainwashed her, after faking her death alongside the other heroes. And now, here she was!

It was up to Dr. Omega to rescue her. Luckily, he had prepared for just such a contingency. He programmed his armor to emit a focused beam of waves emitted from the Omega Zone. The Omega Zone was an alternate dimension that he had discovered early in his scientific career. It was an alternate dimension wherein all of life’s variables were decided in the best possible way for a specific person, in this case, him. He theorized that there were other “perfect dimensions”, keyed to other people, but never saw the point in looking for them.

According to his theories, a concentrated blast of Omega Waves could affect a person or object in this dimension, to an extent. He wasn’t quite sure what the result would be, but all of his calculations pointed to “something good” happening. He knew that this could be Delta’s only chance.

He raised his armored hand and fired the beam of Omega Waves at the confused young woman. Before she could even scream, a startling transformation took place! A burst of energy issued out from her, shredding her Space Gods robes and revealing smooth metal skin underneath! Her body was a marvel of engineering, bordering on art. But her face was clearly that of the woman she had been. Clearly Delta.

“Wha-? What happened? Where am I? Why is that clown hurting that man?”

“Shhh! None of that matters now, Gina. We’re together now. You’re safe, you’re with me.”

“Who…?”

“Dr. Omega. Your- We’re together now and that’s all that matters.”

“S-someone must have brainwashed me, tampered with my memories. You…saved me?”

“Yes! Exactly! But that’s all in the past now. Come! I will introduce you to my Omega Men!” Omega congratulated himself silently. Clearly, this was the best of all possible outcomes. How could it possibly go wrong?

The battle was finishing up. Dead Space God cultists littered the ground. Gothic stood on a particularly large pile of them, cleaning a knife. Scrape was congratulating his new Sidekick, Dave Ross (Not exactly Davros but apparently his new sidekick), who had three cultists under his perverse thrall and chattering away about where to find Davros and the best time to catch him by surprise. The Manta was already headed back to the Omega Dome. Reverend Burdo looked more determined than ever to put a stop to this schism in his church, to put a stop to Davros…

*************************************************************

Back at the The Omega Dome, Dr. Omega and Dave Ross, the psychic stripper clown, stood by the sick bed of Hydra, still in some kind of coma.

“It’s true, my powers only work when I’m naked and dancing to music.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Listen, you’re the one asking a naked clown to read the mind of a comatose supervillain.”

“Point. Why don’t we get started?” Dr. Omega pressed ‘play’ on the nearby CD player.

No sooner had Dave Ross whipped off his pants and started gyrating than he was launched bodily from the room, smashing into the Omega Meeting Table in the next room, which being just a card table, was utterly crushed.

Dave jumped up and held up his hands to the advancing and concerned Scrape, “It’s ok! I’m alright!”

A trickle of blood escaped from his painted red nose. “Someone set up some formidable psychic defenses in there. I’m still pretty new to this stuff, but I’d say that whoever did it is more powerful than either me or the Reverend.”

“Very well”, hissed Dr. Omega, “We’ll wait. At least we know where Davros is. Omega men, prepare yourselves! We leave in two hours!”

*************************************************************

The Space God Cult gathered once a week in an old bank in Downtown to hear Davros speak. The building had no guards outside of it and the villains went in with a plan.

Scrape had Dave Ross mind-control the three captured cultists into putting on “life preserver vests”, which were actually explosive vests full of dynamite, which triggered remotely.

The three mind-controlled captives made their way past the V’sori Drones in the lobby (very interesting!) and into a back room where the cult gathered around a blue-skinned man. Gothic followed them, walking on the ceiling and invisible. In his bionic arm, UPS waited.

As they all entered the meeting chamber, Gothic and UPS noticed that the blue-skinned man looked…wrong. A closer inspection revealed a disheveled looking man…a bum! In blue greasepaint. “It’s a trap!” Gothic blew the mind-controlled human bombs and all hell broke loose.

Dr. Omega snapped his fingers and Meanstreak (formerly Delta, sometimes Gina) sprinted into the building at the speed of sound. She checked every room and the roof in a few short seconds.

“The real Davros is in the tellers’ area, it’s been boarded off. There are four inactive war-spheres in the managers’ offices. I didn’t have time to check the vault but at least 30 cultists are on the roof. With guns. No one saw me.”

“Excellent, Meanstreak! Omega Men, destroy them!”

Open combat erupted around the old bank! Scrape charged into the V’sori drones in the lobby, smashing left and right, shattering drones with every swing. UPS and Gothic engaged the cultists on the roof. While Gothic used his telekinesis to hurl several of them off the roof, others got in a series of lucky shots on UPS. They compromised his cold plasma containment sphere and he quickly lost coherency. The energy villain was dying!

Back on ground level, Math Maniac had just about cracked the combination lock on the bank vault (child’s play). She had also collected the inert war-spheres and shoved them into some bank bags.

Gothic moved down to assist Scrape in clearing out the lobby and cornering the enigmatic Davros. Davros’ back was against the wall. Unfortunately for him, Paco, the last living Omega Minion, was on the other side of the wall with a chainsaw. Sadly for Paco, he dared to tempt fate, using a chainsaw on a solid brick wall. It didn’t go well and Dr. Omega was returned to the familiar position of needing to go “minion shopping’.

Cursing the inconvenience, Dr. Omega spied UPS, greatly deflated and leaking his life’s energy onto the roof of the bank. The evil Doctor teleported to the roof, and spirited the dying Russian villain back down to ground level. Though exhausted by the rapid teleport jumps, Omega was still able to hook up some jury-rigged ‘jumper cables’ and attach them to the last vestiges of UPS’s cold plasma containment sphere. A surge of power flowed into UPS, saving his life and restoring his structural integrity (to an extent).

Vertebreaker covered his back while he did this, clearing cultists with great sweeps of his bony fists!

Meanwhile, Math Maniac had cracked the combination for the vault. Inside, he found two women. One was in her 50’s, at least. The other was in her mid-20’s, perhaps and looked…familiar. Both looked a little apprehensive of the lab coat-wearing disheveled man who staggered into the room stating, “I’m here to save you!”

The younger woman replied, “Tell my brother I said ‘Hi’ .” And then disappeared.

Math Maniac blinked a few times. Yes, she was gone.

The older woman smiled happily. “Did my boy send you? He keeps me in here, to be safe. Is he ok?”

“Your boy? Davros?”

”That’s my boy!” Math Maniac tapped his microbead. “Math Maniac to Dr. Omega. For once, we don’t have a problem.”

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The battle was largely over, but Davros was still unaccounted for. He had evaded Gothic and Scrape by blasting his way out the wall where Paco met his unfortunate demise. He was sprinting away from the bank as the Omega men regrouped and got their bearings.

Dr. Omega produced pencil and paper from somewhere in his armor and scribbled a note. He handed the note to Meanstreak and pointed in the direction Davros was heading in.

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Davros’ hearts pounded. His lungs ached. V’sori were made for swimming, not sprinting. Not even a half-V’sori. He was sure that his legs would give out with every step but somehow, he kept going.

Something moved past him. Something fast. His clothes fluttered in an unnatural breeze. The windows on either side of the street all exploded, showering the crumbling pavement with glass. Davros stopped, more from shock than exhaustion. There was a note pinned to his shirt.

“We have your mom. Come back to the bank or we give her to Scrape.”
-Dr. O

The V’sori hybrid’s shoulders slumped. He turned around and started walking towards the bank.

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The Omega Dome. Reverend Burdo healed the loyal Isaac Hayes of his Scrape-inflicted cancer and was discussing the fate of Davros with Dr. Omega.

“Here’s what I would do, Burdo. Make an example of him. Really rebuild that church, and nail Davros’ body to the front of it. Crucifixion’s been done before, but sometimes, you have to respect the classics.”

“Ummmmm…no. My church actually preaches a message of peace. It’s one of the reasons my followers sucked at resisting Davros. Anyway, no public executions. But he did cross me and my flock. He does need to die. You’ll take care of it?”

“Sigh. I deplore needless killing. But I guess if I use his psychic brain to make a psyche-out bomb, it’s not really a waste.”

“Hey boss”, UPS floated into the room, “Did I hear that you’re gonna kill that new V’sori you captured? Can I use his skin to make a…new…shoe?”

“UPS, he’s only a half-V’sori.”

“That’s ok, I’ll make a sandal.”

THE END (for now)
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:19 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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“It’s true, my powers only work when I’m naked and dancing to music.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Listen, you’re the one asking a naked clown to read the mind of a comatose supervillain.”

“Point. Why don’t we get started?” Dr. Omega pressed ‘play’ on the nearby CD player.


Twisted and funny! Mr. Green

Great update!
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 7:46 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thanks! The character of Dave Ross happened in a pretty hysterical way. The Player who plays Scrape tried to make a roll to look up the whereabouts of this Davros guy. He failed. Bad.

So the GM passed him a note that said "You found him! You call and tell him to come to the church tonight."

The Player had no idea what was up until the guy showed up, ready to dress up as a clown and strip.

But Scrape's Player had the last laugh, playing the Sidekick card and creating "Dave Ross', a logical person for Scrape to call when looking for Davros. After that, Dave Ross kind of took on a life of his own...
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 8:24 am    Post subject: Re: NE Plot Point Campaign Game 6 - SPOILER ALERT! Reply with quote

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My newfound mental stability is due to the happiest of circumstances (happier, even, than the time when I very nearly vaporized France).

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“Hey boss”, UPS floated into the room, “Did I hear that you’re gonna kill that new V’sori you captured? Can I use his skin to make a…new…shoe?”

“UPS, he’s only a half-V’sori.”

“That’s ok, I’ll make a sandal.”


Great lines there. Laughing

Now that Dr. Morton is no longer on retainer, what form are future posts going to take?
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 8:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Gospog wrote:
But Scrape's Player had the last laugh, playing the Sidekick card and creating "Dave Ross', a logical person for Scrape to call when looking for Davros. After that, Dave Ross kind of took on a life of his own...


The Adventure Deck is a good source for in-game inspiration. It makes the GM think quick, but it really provides some plot twists and surprises.

We've incorporated the AD into our Deadlands Classic game. We've gotten a lot of mileage out of it.

No male-stripper-clown-sidekicks though. yet...
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