Kozmos
Jew Detective
No stop quitting people....
CTNES: The Hero (or Villian) Within
- Thread starter Contempt
- Start date
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Just two people quit, though it's actually better for us. You know, takes shorter to update and etc 
Just so you people know, some evil plans that you ordered will not happen this turn. As evil plans are massively evil plans that require many months of planning, and funding, after the update I will put how much funding is required, and how much time is required. Basically, it will become a GoobNES style project, except dealing with a specific plan.
Example: Yahoo [1000/3000, 2/3]
1000/3000 refers to amount of funds needed, while 2/3 refers to amount of time to be fully ready for the evil plan to have a chance of sucess.
Example: Yahoo [1000/3000, 2/3]
1000/3000 refers to amount of funds needed, while 2/3 refers to amount of time to be fully ready for the evil plan to have a chance of sucess.
Symphony D.
Deity
I'm gonna have to drop too. I simply don't have enough time to give this the attention it deserves and there's no sense in forking an NPC on a mod. It's a good NES Contempt, don't let us peons get you down.
Castle goes and lives in Jaimaica from the funds he stole.
Castle goes and lives in Jaimaica from the funds he stole.
Storm Rider
Essence of Awesome
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Alakazen said:
The thing is, I basically slapped that together after work. I probably could have thought up funnier stuff, but I was tired, so I just did it Mad Lib style. Started off with regular dialogue, then just replaced all the nouns and adjectives.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Argh stop it! We need more people now!
Storm Rider
Essence of Awesome
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There are only what, 17 people now?
Kozmos
Jew Detective
The World is too big for only 17 people!
TerrisH
Mischief?
ah, but that is wat super-Hero Teams and Super Vilin groups are for!
das
Regeneration In Process
Well, Contempt COULD create some NPCs (after all, he did reserve a post for them...). Plus I don't doubt some more people would come at some point.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Okay then....I'd make a story but I'm busy now.....that said lets go the important issue. UPDATE NAO!
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Contempt, can we create NPC's for story purposes. Like some nior dude who is my arch-nemisis, who must defeat in a clymactic battle that will cause many buildings to fall down? They wouldn't need stats, just be known as "Story NPCs" if you want to make actually NPCs that pose an Super-Challenge you could do that to.
And can you have non-evil projects?
And can you have non-evil projects?
Swissempire said:
Well, if you create a NPC with super powers, then I'll put him in the stats and do actions for him each turn, so you can't just decide how much power he has, what amount of men, where his secret base is, etc..etc.
You can have non-evil projects if your project is to like...do something good or something. I'm not sure why you'd need to plan a good deed, unless it was like inflitrate something evil and then blow it up or something.
das
Regeneration In Process
Thankfully I already have an archnemesis, though he seems to be trying to hide from me on some obscure Carribean island. But he can't hide from justice forever!
Well, it all depends on the definition of good. For instance, from the viewpoint of my hero it IS a very good deed to launch a reactionary coup d'etat in Russia. But its kinda hard to do that without planning... (Well, its not much easier to do so WITH planning, but whatever, it still is slightly easier than that)
Well, it all depends on the definition of good. For instance, from the viewpoint of my hero it IS a very good deed to launch a reactionary coup d'etat in Russia. But its kinda hard to do that without planning... (Well, its not much easier to do so WITH planning, but whatever, it still is slightly easier than that)
Kozmos
Jew Detective
^^^
Archnemesis? You mean Comrade Hurricane? Muahahaah.
Archnemesis? You mean Comrade Hurricane? Muahahaah.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
1951 - 0421 Hours
Somewhere near the border between East and West Germany...
It was almost sunrise. The rain just stopped falling and the air was fresh and pleasent to breathe. You could see an odd figure walking in the middle of the road. His style of clothing could be considered unique, he was wearing cowboy boots, a brown trenchcoat, a light brown suit, a dark red waistcoat with a black necktie around his neck as well as dark red gloves on his hands. He also wore ammo belts around his waist and left shoulder. Sufficient to say, he was obsessed with westerns, cowboy films and guns. He was often criticized for his western style of clothing and was called for an investigation a number of times, but he was one of the best agents and was loyal to the KGB, so they gave him some leeway.
He took out his binoculars and looked foward, he could see a truck speeding on the road with several armed guards on it. "Our boy is right on time...he'll know soon enough." Putting his binoculars away Major Winter got on his knee and put both of his hands on the wet road. Then the road started to freeze, sllipery ice forming on it. He got up and slowly walked to a nearby tree, leaning on it. He could hear the truck coming and made a devilish grin, naturally with the high speed the truck was going combined with the frozen road an accident was bound to happen....and it did. The truck screeched and turned over, making several barrel rolls before finnally coming to a complete stop.
The surviving guards crawled out of the truck with a cofused look on their face, obviously trying to figure out what the hell happened. Then they saw an old man with a moustache walking towards them, sporting clothes like he was from some kind of a western movie. They raised their rifles and machine guns, but the man took out his revolver and using the revolver fanning technique (One hand holds the revolver and the other hits the revolver hammer repeatedly. This turns the cylinder and hits the firing pin in that order, allowing for 'automatic fire' of a revolver.) he quickly shot all three of them. However the third one was shot in the knee and managed to hide behind a truck, thinking he would be safe. He was wrong...Winter fired the gun at the truck and the bullet ricocheted from the metal straight into the guards heart, killing him almost instantly. Other from his globally known name, the communist hero Nuclear Winter(named after his unique powers), he was also known as Revolver Ocelot. Aside his powers to control ice which he got from an accident involving an experimental nuclear reactor and liquid nitrogen, Ocelot was also a master of ricochet and fancy gun-twirling techniques.
He approached the truck and opened the passenger door. On the seat was a scared man, still alive and trembling. Ocelot dragged him out and threw him on the road.
"Well if it isnt the defecting nuclear scientist? An ocelot never lets his prey escape."
"Please no, my wife and children are already in America. Please let me go, I promise I wont tell them anything, just let me get out of here."
"Do you know what this is? This is the greatest handgun ever made: the Colt Single Action Army. Six bullets: more than enough to kill anything that moves."
"Who are you!? What do you want from me?!"
"My name is Revolver Ocelot! And we will play a game."
"A g-g-game, what kind of game?"
"How about Russian roulette? It doesn't feel right to shoot an unarmed man... but I'll get over it."
"You mean the revolver with 1 bullet?"
"No, No, No. That is the plain old version, mine is much, much more fun."
Ocelot took out three of his revolvers. He emptied the chambers of all them, leaving one bullet in each revolver. He closed the chambers and spinned them.
"I'm going to juggle the revolvers and pull the trigger 6 times. If you dont get shot, I'm going to let you go. Ready?"
"What!? No!"
It was too late, he already started to juggle them while humming a carnival theme with a big smile on his face. The scientist on the other hand was terrified and in shock.
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
With each succesive click, the nameless scientist looked like he was going to get a heart attack. "Hahaha looks like your luck hasn't run out yet..."
*BLAM*
The bullet went directly to his head and splattered his brains all over the icy road. Completing his mission, Ocelot holstered his revolvers and walked to his motorcycle hidden in the forest. Starting it up, he go onto the road and crossed the border into West Germany. Heading towards the post office to drop something off and then proceeding to the airport, to travel to an undisclosed location for his next assignment.
OOC:/End horrible rip-off
Somewhere near the border between East and West Germany...
It was almost sunrise. The rain just stopped falling and the air was fresh and pleasent to breathe. You could see an odd figure walking in the middle of the road. His style of clothing could be considered unique, he was wearing cowboy boots, a brown trenchcoat, a light brown suit, a dark red waistcoat with a black necktie around his neck as well as dark red gloves on his hands. He also wore ammo belts around his waist and left shoulder. Sufficient to say, he was obsessed with westerns, cowboy films and guns. He was often criticized for his western style of clothing and was called for an investigation a number of times, but he was one of the best agents and was loyal to the KGB, so they gave him some leeway.
He took out his binoculars and looked foward, he could see a truck speeding on the road with several armed guards on it. "Our boy is right on time...he'll know soon enough." Putting his binoculars away Major Winter got on his knee and put both of his hands on the wet road. Then the road started to freeze, sllipery ice forming on it. He got up and slowly walked to a nearby tree, leaning on it. He could hear the truck coming and made a devilish grin, naturally with the high speed the truck was going combined with the frozen road an accident was bound to happen....and it did. The truck screeched and turned over, making several barrel rolls before finnally coming to a complete stop.
The surviving guards crawled out of the truck with a cofused look on their face, obviously trying to figure out what the hell happened. Then they saw an old man with a moustache walking towards them, sporting clothes like he was from some kind of a western movie. They raised their rifles and machine guns, but the man took out his revolver and using the revolver fanning technique (One hand holds the revolver and the other hits the revolver hammer repeatedly. This turns the cylinder and hits the firing pin in that order, allowing for 'automatic fire' of a revolver.) he quickly shot all three of them. However the third one was shot in the knee and managed to hide behind a truck, thinking he would be safe. He was wrong...Winter fired the gun at the truck and the bullet ricocheted from the metal straight into the guards heart, killing him almost instantly. Other from his globally known name, the communist hero Nuclear Winter(named after his unique powers), he was also known as Revolver Ocelot. Aside his powers to control ice which he got from an accident involving an experimental nuclear reactor and liquid nitrogen, Ocelot was also a master of ricochet and fancy gun-twirling techniques.
He approached the truck and opened the passenger door. On the seat was a scared man, still alive and trembling. Ocelot dragged him out and threw him on the road.
"Well if it isnt the defecting nuclear scientist? An ocelot never lets his prey escape."
"Please no, my wife and children are already in America. Please let me go, I promise I wont tell them anything, just let me get out of here."
"Do you know what this is? This is the greatest handgun ever made: the Colt Single Action Army. Six bullets: more than enough to kill anything that moves."
"Who are you!? What do you want from me?!"
"My name is Revolver Ocelot! And we will play a game."
"A g-g-game, what kind of game?"
"How about Russian roulette? It doesn't feel right to shoot an unarmed man... but I'll get over it."
"You mean the revolver with 1 bullet?"
"No, No, No. That is the plain old version, mine is much, much more fun."
Ocelot took out three of his revolvers. He emptied the chambers of all them, leaving one bullet in each revolver. He closed the chambers and spinned them.
"I'm going to juggle the revolvers and pull the trigger 6 times. If you dont get shot, I'm going to let you go. Ready?"
"What!? No!"
It was too late, he already started to juggle them while humming a carnival theme with a big smile on his face. The scientist on the other hand was terrified and in shock.
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
With each succesive click, the nameless scientist looked like he was going to get a heart attack. "Hahaha looks like your luck hasn't run out yet..."
*BLAM*
The bullet went directly to his head and splattered his brains all over the icy road. Completing his mission, Ocelot holstered his revolvers and walked to his motorcycle hidden in the forest. Starting it up, he go onto the road and crossed the border into West Germany. Heading towards the post office to drop something off and then proceeding to the airport, to travel to an undisclosed location for his next assignment.
OOC:/End horrible rip-off
das
Regeneration In Process
"No, sorry - and sorry to disappoint you especially - but I feel just fine, despite your ludicrous pathos. Do understand that I am a cynical, treacherous person by nature and thus am quite unlikely to have any troubles with my conscience.
Regardless, I promised the information about the Peloponessian events. Very well then, but I shall be brief. Well, I'll try to be brief anyway.
I doubt that there is a real need to explain the general development of the events. During the first few years of the war, our good Paladin remained inactive. He however left his voluntary exile and did take great interest in the developments, especially as the Athenians, whom he had overestimated, proved not as strong as they seemed, having hid behind their long walls and lost battle after battle. They did on the other hand succeed in brutally crushing a revolt in Mytiline (mind you, it would've served the Mytilinians right had they actually been all slaughtered, but that's just me). Anyway, our sensitive friend evidently did not agree with my opinion on that occassion and decided to stop the "bloody reign of the democratic regime". Just kiding, they didn't call each other "regimes" back then, whereas the "bloody" part was really unnecessary as they all were. Ah, good old days...
But I digress. Anyway, that the Spartans soon enough massacred an entire city didn't seem to influence his opinion at all (but then, he never claimed to be unbiased, so calling him a hypocrite as people like to do nowadays would've been pointless); and besides, the Athenians immediately caught up with the scores by doing a little ideological bloodbath in Corcyra. Strangely, no matter how many civilians both sides slaughtered no immediate progress was attained despite the unquestionable long-term benefits. Alright, in other words it was a firm stalemate. The Paladin walked around Greece, witnessed great destruction and decided that things just weren't working. He needed to get into Spartan trust, and (perhaps unsurprisingly, as after all he in many things fit the Spartan ideals) suggested that a temporary truce with Athens be signed, as the war clearly wasn't getting anywhere at the point.
Unfortunately the Athenians also realized that the Spartans weren't doing at all well (especially after 425 BC and the Spartan defeat at Sphacteria, a result of a rather ill-planned marine operation), while they themselves were free to rest for now, inspite of the starvation and the plague. So they simply refused to sign peace, putting the Spartan leaders in a stupid situation.
Well, clearly they had to keep fighting, and that they did. The Paladin accompanied Brasidas as he led a Spartan army to the north and regained some of its prestige at Megara. Athens suffered several setbacks, but then Brasidas died and the Paladin was wounded at Amphipolis, which ended in a draw. As did the First Peloponessian War, in 421 BC.
In 418 BC war begun again and almost immediately a large Athenian and allied army was destroyed at Mantinea. By then, the Paladin's interwar efforts begun to pay off. Sparta regroupped, rebuilt and was ready to fight Athens. Unfortunately, Mantinea did not discourage the Athenians, nor did it discredit their most aggressive young commander Alcibiades. Only Athenian stupidity could crush him, and indeed crushed him in the end, but not before he had caused lots of trouble.
Right, I seem to have promised to be brief. Okay, sorry, now I will be. Athens struggled on, and the Paladin gradually gained in that struggle the political and strategic capacity to back up his tactical genius and supernatural abilities. He also gained much valuable experience he later used to fight heretics, rebels and all those that dared rise up agianst authority.
Anyway, though Athens at some point seemed to have begun to turn the tide, the Paladin had pulled his greatest diplomatic victory ever when he reconciled his two "creations", having persuaded Sparta and Persia to come to terms. After all, it doesn't matter whether one is a Greek or a Persian - all that matters is whether one is a human being or a stinking Athenian democrat. Stinking Athenian democrats were thoroughly smashed between the two juggernauts of order. Fin. Though ofcourse later things went wrong again - as a wise man once said, history knows no happy endings. I sadly don't know too much about what exactly happened next, but I'll look it up, I have my ways.
Right... If you want to know anything else, well, all I could say is that he indeed is preparing for something. We all are - he is buying up firearms, we're training with them, he keeps shadily meeting mystirious people (allies? recruits? or maybe even enemies, who knows?) in enigmatic restaraunts and so forth... Oh, and by the way, as this is probably within your jurisdiction... Did you ever hear of a "Joseph Raymond McCarthy"? Just curious."
To be continued.
Regardless, I promised the information about the Peloponessian events. Very well then, but I shall be brief. Well, I'll try to be brief anyway.
I doubt that there is a real need to explain the general development of the events. During the first few years of the war, our good Paladin remained inactive. He however left his voluntary exile and did take great interest in the developments, especially as the Athenians, whom he had overestimated, proved not as strong as they seemed, having hid behind their long walls and lost battle after battle. They did on the other hand succeed in brutally crushing a revolt in Mytiline (mind you, it would've served the Mytilinians right had they actually been all slaughtered, but that's just me). Anyway, our sensitive friend evidently did not agree with my opinion on that occassion and decided to stop the "bloody reign of the democratic regime". Just kiding, they didn't call each other "regimes" back then, whereas the "bloody" part was really unnecessary as they all were. Ah, good old days...
But I digress. Anyway, that the Spartans soon enough massacred an entire city didn't seem to influence his opinion at all (but then, he never claimed to be unbiased, so calling him a hypocrite as people like to do nowadays would've been pointless); and besides, the Athenians immediately caught up with the scores by doing a little ideological bloodbath in Corcyra. Strangely, no matter how many civilians both sides slaughtered no immediate progress was attained despite the unquestionable long-term benefits. Alright, in other words it was a firm stalemate. The Paladin walked around Greece, witnessed great destruction and decided that things just weren't working. He needed to get into Spartan trust, and (perhaps unsurprisingly, as after all he in many things fit the Spartan ideals) suggested that a temporary truce with Athens be signed, as the war clearly wasn't getting anywhere at the point.
Unfortunately the Athenians also realized that the Spartans weren't doing at all well (especially after 425 BC and the Spartan defeat at Sphacteria, a result of a rather ill-planned marine operation), while they themselves were free to rest for now, inspite of the starvation and the plague. So they simply refused to sign peace, putting the Spartan leaders in a stupid situation.
Well, clearly they had to keep fighting, and that they did. The Paladin accompanied Brasidas as he led a Spartan army to the north and regained some of its prestige at Megara. Athens suffered several setbacks, but then Brasidas died and the Paladin was wounded at Amphipolis, which ended in a draw. As did the First Peloponessian War, in 421 BC.
In 418 BC war begun again and almost immediately a large Athenian and allied army was destroyed at Mantinea. By then, the Paladin's interwar efforts begun to pay off. Sparta regroupped, rebuilt and was ready to fight Athens. Unfortunately, Mantinea did not discourage the Athenians, nor did it discredit their most aggressive young commander Alcibiades. Only Athenian stupidity could crush him, and indeed crushed him in the end, but not before he had caused lots of trouble.
Right, I seem to have promised to be brief. Okay, sorry, now I will be. Athens struggled on, and the Paladin gradually gained in that struggle the political and strategic capacity to back up his tactical genius and supernatural abilities. He also gained much valuable experience he later used to fight heretics, rebels and all those that dared rise up agianst authority.
Anyway, though Athens at some point seemed to have begun to turn the tide, the Paladin had pulled his greatest diplomatic victory ever when he reconciled his two "creations", having persuaded Sparta and Persia to come to terms. After all, it doesn't matter whether one is a Greek or a Persian - all that matters is whether one is a human being or a stinking Athenian democrat. Stinking Athenian democrats were thoroughly smashed between the two juggernauts of order. Fin. Though ofcourse later things went wrong again - as a wise man once said, history knows no happy endings. I sadly don't know too much about what exactly happened next, but I'll look it up, I have my ways.
Right... If you want to know anything else, well, all I could say is that he indeed is preparing for something. We all are - he is buying up firearms, we're training with them, he keeps shadily meeting mystirious people (allies? recruits? or maybe even enemies, who knows?) in enigmatic restaraunts and so forth... Oh, and by the way, as this is probably within your jurisdiction... Did you ever hear of a "Joseph Raymond McCarthy"? Just curious."
To be continued.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Need update fix! *collapses*
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
We have to be patient cleric and must have faith in contempt.
