Nice stories everyone. Just a reminder, I don't expect you to write about everything you want to do in the 2 weeks in between updates, (though you can if you want to) so you can provide a list of actions to go along with your stories that you would like to preform can be reasonably done in 2 weeks time sort of like Eltain's dwarf NES.
Mutant NES: The Rising
- Thread starter Karalysia
- Start date
Mark sat uncomfortably in the plain, wooden booth.
"I've never, uh, confessed anything before. It... but, um, this felt like the right thing to do. Are you there?"
"I am here."
Mark recognized the voice.
"Is that you, Father MacKinnon?"
"It is."
Mark remembered coming to this place- his upbringing had never been particularly religious, but his parents had brought him here for Christmas services several times, before they moved and divorced.
"I... I killed someone, by accident. His name was Brandon Jamieson, but he's a bully... and I punched him in the head... harder than I meant to."
He didn't mention how it had blown up.
"And then I ran away, to here."
He didn't mention his father's stolen car parked outside.
"And I..."
Now came the hard part.
"I'm a... m... ah, um..."
The word wouldn't come out. Perhaps he was still denying it. But what he had done earlier that day... shouldn't have been possible.
"I think I'm a mutant."
There. He'd said it. Mark was quite still now, nearly hovering in anticipation of the response. Would it be understanding? Angry? Father MacKinnons voice was slow to respond, deep in thought. After some time, he spoke, his voice as warm and gravelly as Mark remembered it from his youth.
My son, our Lord God has seen to it in His plan that you have received this gift, or this burden, however you wish to look at it. You have done terrible things with it, but you are not incapable of doing good with the same strength. God can forgive, but to achieve absolution from man, you must turn yourself in. You are still young, and did not intend to cause death.
Mark held a dubious look on his face, which was thankfully invisible through the grille.
God loves you and will protect you, my son.
Thanks Father.
Mark edged his way out of the booth and left, at a pace just slightly slower than what he would characterize as fleeing. Within minutes, he was back on the road, his mind in no less turmoil than before.
"I've never, uh, confessed anything before. It... but, um, this felt like the right thing to do. Are you there?"
"I am here."
Mark recognized the voice.
"Is that you, Father MacKinnon?"
"It is."
Mark remembered coming to this place- his upbringing had never been particularly religious, but his parents had brought him here for Christmas services several times, before they moved and divorced.
"I... I killed someone, by accident. His name was Brandon Jamieson, but he's a bully... and I punched him in the head... harder than I meant to."
He didn't mention how it had blown up.
"And then I ran away, to here."
He didn't mention his father's stolen car parked outside.
"And I..."
Now came the hard part.
"I'm a... m... ah, um..."
The word wouldn't come out. Perhaps he was still denying it. But what he had done earlier that day... shouldn't have been possible.
"I think I'm a mutant."
There. He'd said it. Mark was quite still now, nearly hovering in anticipation of the response. Would it be understanding? Angry? Father MacKinnons voice was slow to respond, deep in thought. After some time, he spoke, his voice as warm and gravelly as Mark remembered it from his youth.
My son, our Lord God has seen to it in His plan that you have received this gift, or this burden, however you wish to look at it. You have done terrible things with it, but you are not incapable of doing good with the same strength. God can forgive, but to achieve absolution from man, you must turn yourself in. You are still young, and did not intend to cause death.
Mark held a dubious look on his face, which was thankfully invisible through the grille.
God loves you and will protect you, my son.
Thanks Father.
Mark edged his way out of the booth and left, at a pace just slightly slower than what he would characterize as fleeing. Within minutes, he was back on the road, his mind in no less turmoil than before.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Things to do.
Go to New York to chase after some electricity shooting girl. Meet up with Sylvia, another electricity shooting girl that is employed by the bureau of mutant affairs.
Find out that Sylvia's the sister of the aforementioned girl a second too late and be totally be outsmarted by Sylvia. Shoot her in the head.
Lie and call off the search for the electric girl, figuring that the girl suffered enough, because Sylvia never got a Christmas present, and finally because the entire case is not worth giving an exploded pigeon corpse anymore.
Get a 4 week vacation. Be totally wasted. Watch in horror as the government covers up the entire incident as some random shootout. Sleep for days.
Go to New York to chase after some electricity shooting girl. Meet up with Sylvia, another electricity shooting girl that is employed by the bureau of mutant affairs.
Find out that Sylvia's the sister of the aforementioned girl a second too late and be totally be outsmarted by Sylvia. Shoot her in the head.
Lie and call off the search for the electric girl, figuring that the girl suffered enough, because Sylvia never got a Christmas present, and finally because the entire case is not worth giving an exploded pigeon corpse anymore.
Get a 4 week vacation. Be totally wasted. Watch in horror as the government covers up the entire incident as some random shootout. Sleep for days.
No need to summarize your stories 
I do read them
In your case this would be all you would need:
Your list is things not done in your stories. Which allows you to cover interesting things in your stories and put boring things like "Collect X materials for Y" in your list. Helps prevent tedium.
I do read themIn your case this would be all you would need:
Your list is things not done in your stories. Which allows you to cover interesting things in your stories and put boring things like "Collect X materials for Y" in your list. Helps prevent tedium.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
Orders:
Start planning the assassination. Plan when and where would be the best time to even attempt before March 31. See if any other people need to be killed first in order to get a chance.
Start planning the assassination. Plan when and where would be the best time to even attempt before March 31. See if any other people need to be killed first in order to get a chance.
das
Regeneration In Process
Well, I was hoping to write the second story for Michael by now, but I guess I'll get around to it later. Doesn't change much if it appears for the second update, really.
Basically he takes to patrolling the streets and starts making a name for himself by provoking and beating up muggers, possibly persuading some of them to reform themselves afterwards. Nothing large scale and not really building a cult just yet, though this will be part of the groundwork.
Meanwhile, remain abreast of further developments in the nation.
Basically he takes to patrolling the streets and starts making a name for himself by provoking and beating up muggers, possibly persuading some of them to reform themselves afterwards. Nothing large scale and not really building a cult just yet, though this will be part of the groundwork.
Meanwhile, remain abreast of further developments in the nation.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Can we join later? I'm calculating if I'll have time in the future.
erez87
Lord of Random
- Joined
- May 16, 2002
- Messages
- 13,500
Perhaps if I will find entertainment myself. It has been hundreds of years since I was forced to kill to hide my longevity...
Suddenly as I were thinking a bunch of teenagers came and begun to tease me. They took my staff but I did not fight them. Silly children, silly humans. Eventually they dropped my staff a few meters from me and I got it myself. They left and I was left with thoughts.
Humanity no longer worths enough to exist in my opinion. Yes this humans discovered much, but now us the mutants are rising, and we will be able to do things they can only imagine. I must find more of my kind. I must find someone with a more active ability than mine...
Suddenly as I were thinking a bunch of teenagers came and begun to tease me. They took my staff but I did not fight them. Silly children, silly humans. Eventually they dropped my staff a few meters from me and I got it myself. They left and I was left with thoughts.
Humanity no longer worths enough to exist in my opinion. Yes this humans discovered much, but now us the mutants are rising, and we will be able to do things they can only imagine. I must find more of my kind. I must find someone with a more active ability than mine...
Well I'm pushing the update to Wednesday, so you have time. I need to restore my house, someone put out all my fires.
Yes you can.
SKILORD
Insurgent
It is not unusual for there to be a murder in Washington Heights, bullets fly. And this isnt the West Coast, nobody does drive bys, the bullets all come with a face and a name. It is unusual for anyone to care, and judging by all of the cops outside of this alley, this is an unusual situation.
Rauls phone rings.
The voice is desperate, panicked, They killed my sister, is all she keeps saying. Raul tries to keep calm, the loudness of his cell phone earns him a stern look from one of the police officers investigating the alley, and Raul marches on down the street towards his car.
Ill meet you in front of Bobst, he tells her, fishing some cash out of his pocket to hand to the parking lot attendant. The whole scene is weird for the attendant, he probably thinks, judging from the money and the trip to NYU, that some sort of drug deal is going on, Raul does not care.
The traffic is hell, only a lunatic would drive in New York. But Raul does.
In front of the building the girl is still clearly hyperventilating, Raul leans over to open the passenger side door as she rushes towards it.
They killed my sister, the girl says, killed her!
Who did?
They said she went rogue, her partner shot her. She was working for Mutant Affairs.
What?
The girl is still breathless, I told her about you.
Oh, Raul thinks, so nobody is safe now. He merges lanes and tries to decide how safe it is to even go back to his apartment. Too risky, he thinks suddenly of the body that everyone seemed to care about in that alley. Better paranoid than sorry and he drives on past the bridge to Washington Heights.
Where are we going? the girl asks.
Someplace safe, Raul says and she has a confused look on her face. But Raul doesnt clarify, just points the car towards Yonkers.
-
Inside the Cathedral, quiet at all hours, a place of solemn sanctuary the priest comes up to the two people huddled silently in the back rows, sharing some sort of sandwhich.
He recognizes a face suddenly, someone he knows, a good devout Catholic.
"Go in Peace," the priest says.
"Serve the Lord," replies Raul.
Rauls phone rings.
The voice is desperate, panicked, They killed my sister, is all she keeps saying. Raul tries to keep calm, the loudness of his cell phone earns him a stern look from one of the police officers investigating the alley, and Raul marches on down the street towards his car.
Ill meet you in front of Bobst, he tells her, fishing some cash out of his pocket to hand to the parking lot attendant. The whole scene is weird for the attendant, he probably thinks, judging from the money and the trip to NYU, that some sort of drug deal is going on, Raul does not care.
The traffic is hell, only a lunatic would drive in New York. But Raul does.
In front of the building the girl is still clearly hyperventilating, Raul leans over to open the passenger side door as she rushes towards it.
They killed my sister, the girl says, killed her!
Who did?
They said she went rogue, her partner shot her. She was working for Mutant Affairs.
What?
The girl is still breathless, I told her about you.
Oh, Raul thinks, so nobody is safe now. He merges lanes and tries to decide how safe it is to even go back to his apartment. Too risky, he thinks suddenly of the body that everyone seemed to care about in that alley. Better paranoid than sorry and he drives on past the bridge to Washington Heights.
Where are we going? the girl asks.
Someplace safe, Raul says and she has a confused look on her face. But Raul doesnt clarify, just points the car towards Yonkers.
-
Inside the Cathedral, quiet at all hours, a place of solemn sanctuary the priest comes up to the two people huddled silently in the back rows, sharing some sort of sandwhich.
He recognizes a face suddenly, someone he knows, a good devout Catholic.
"Go in Peace," the priest says.
"Serve the Lord," replies Raul.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Name: Eugene Emmons
Age: 34
Occupation: Bounty Hunter / Private Investigator
Location: Cameron Parish, Great State of Louisiana, USA
Physical Description: Tall, white, brown hair mullet style, brown-yellow-green eyes, muscled, slight beard and sideburns. Would be attractive if he cleaned up.
Mutant Powers/Abilities: Supercharged biomodification. He is in complete control of his body, can morph it into blades, claws, whips, extra muscle mass, shield and whatever he thinks of. This means he can run fast or reinforce his skin with monomolecular plates to resist bullets and beat the crap out of people with his enhanced strength. Theoretically he could turn invisible or even shapeshift, but Eugene is a simple redneck and quite uncomfortable with such notions because he loves his ten inch penis and three testicles. Boobs would just be too weird. Using his abilities makes him very hungry however as all transformations require mass and/or energy.
Other Skills: Offroad driving, Hunting, Killing, Skinning, Barbecue, Moonshining, Drinking, CQC skills
Possessions: A pickup truck, pair of handcuffs for criminals, R700 rifle, shotgun, M1911 handgun and a mobile home (trailer) he sometimes uses.
Injuries: A few chemical imbalances in the brain
Affiliation: Registered Republican
Followers: 1 (Cousin Charlotte who has a crush on him, stays in trailer and cooks, sometimes more)
Background:
Eugene was born on a parking lot outside of a liquor store in 1977. His mother was an alcoholic and his father a closet pedophile. Although a bit dense, he was smart for a hillbilly but lazy so when he barely completed high school, he declined his football scholarship and went to join the Marine Corps. There he learned how to fight and it reaffirmed his fondness for guns and explosions. Also, his hatred for towelheads and AIDSed homosexuals in the military and otherwise.
He served several tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Managing to survive several IED explosions thanks to his powers he always cursed them bearded sand negroes for blowing up his pimped out military Humvees and decided to go get his revenge at night by massacring several villages that he suspected were harboring them. The higher ups soon noticed this disturbing trend and coupled with an incident when a friendly soldier saw his leg regenerate after it was blown off by an RPG led to a quiet, but honorable discharge.
Returning to his native Louisana, he applied his skills to hunting escaped criminals, people on the wanted listed and other minor legal or illegal work that people hire him for.
Age: 34
Occupation: Bounty Hunter / Private Investigator
Location: Cameron Parish, Great State of Louisiana, USA
Physical Description: Tall, white, brown hair mullet style, brown-yellow-green eyes, muscled, slight beard and sideburns. Would be attractive if he cleaned up.
Mutant Powers/Abilities: Supercharged biomodification. He is in complete control of his body, can morph it into blades, claws, whips, extra muscle mass, shield and whatever he thinks of. This means he can run fast or reinforce his skin with monomolecular plates to resist bullets and beat the crap out of people with his enhanced strength. Theoretically he could turn invisible or even shapeshift, but Eugene is a simple redneck and quite uncomfortable with such notions because he loves his ten inch penis and three testicles. Boobs would just be too weird. Using his abilities makes him very hungry however as all transformations require mass and/or energy.
Other Skills: Offroad driving, Hunting, Killing, Skinning, Barbecue, Moonshining, Drinking, CQC skills
Possessions: A pickup truck, pair of handcuffs for criminals, R700 rifle, shotgun, M1911 handgun and a mobile home (trailer) he sometimes uses.
Injuries: A few chemical imbalances in the brain
Affiliation: Registered Republican
Followers: 1 (Cousin Charlotte who has a crush on him, stays in trailer and cooks, sometimes more)
Background:
Eugene was born on a parking lot outside of a liquor store in 1977. His mother was an alcoholic and his father a closet pedophile. Although a bit dense, he was smart for a hillbilly but lazy so when he barely completed high school, he declined his football scholarship and went to join the Marine Corps. There he learned how to fight and it reaffirmed his fondness for guns and explosions. Also, his hatred for towelheads and AIDSed homosexuals in the military and otherwise.
He served several tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Managing to survive several IED explosions thanks to his powers he always cursed them bearded sand negroes for blowing up his pimped out military Humvees and decided to go get his revenge at night by massacring several villages that he suspected were harboring them. The higher ups soon noticed this disturbing trend and coupled with an incident when a friendly soldier saw his leg regenerate after it was blown off by an RPG led to a quiet, but honorable discharge.
Returning to his native Louisana, he applied his skills to hunting escaped criminals, people on the wanted listed and other minor legal or illegal work that people hire him for.
OOC Note: Joergen Zimmerman lives part-time in New York State, but if its all right the company is based in West Texas.
I also fixed some typos:
This month:
Not sure how things are working out in Somalia, as last in 2010 Al Shabaab's offensive was regressing somewhat in the central heartlands. Joergen will be looking to Puntland for a training gig to pick up some of those aid dollars from their defense budget. He will offer taking a permanent interest in strengthening the defenses of their country if they pay well (see bottom of post).
Karzai in Afghanistan is probably still trying to edge out security companies protecting aid workers distributing aid in areas not loyal to him. Not sure what oppertunities may develop there, but if first world companies start to pack up and move out to be replaced by second and third world security contractors, he'll try to get in touch with the government. As the security situation worsens there may be room for 'special abilities' to shore up the Kabul government, and he will accept if he is offered a lucrative contract.
Otherwise Zimmerman will be travelling with a mutant/human escort unit to try and pin down the identities of more mutants in New York so he can offer them a job or otherwise... he will attempt to break into high society to make contacts and if he becomes well established will begin to cautiously put out the word that there is someone who can provide magic on demand.
He'll also be on the lookout for a rich, conservative liberal woman with political credentials and start to develop relationships with any such women.
At the end of fiscal year board meeting Joergen will mandate the usual 20% dividend of yearly profits (as such he can add ten percent of yearly profits to his Swizz Bank Account), and invest the remainder in a few MRAPs (mine-resistant ambush protected vehicles) as they may be going on sale after the Iraqi COIN war and possibly lessening Afghani involvement or if the Puntland government accepted his contact he will invest in the construction of permanent training facilities in Puntland.
I also fixed some typos:
Spoiler :
This month:
Not sure how things are working out in Somalia, as last in 2010 Al Shabaab's offensive was regressing somewhat in the central heartlands. Joergen will be looking to Puntland for a training gig to pick up some of those aid dollars from their defense budget. He will offer taking a permanent interest in strengthening the defenses of their country if they pay well (see bottom of post).
Karzai in Afghanistan is probably still trying to edge out security companies protecting aid workers distributing aid in areas not loyal to him. Not sure what oppertunities may develop there, but if first world companies start to pack up and move out to be replaced by second and third world security contractors, he'll try to get in touch with the government. As the security situation worsens there may be room for 'special abilities' to shore up the Kabul government, and he will accept if he is offered a lucrative contract.
Otherwise Zimmerman will be travelling with a mutant/human escort unit to try and pin down the identities of more mutants in New York so he can offer them a job or otherwise... he will attempt to break into high society to make contacts and if he becomes well established will begin to cautiously put out the word that there is someone who can provide magic on demand.
He'll also be on the lookout for a rich, conservative liberal woman with political credentials and start to develop relationships with any such women.
At the end of fiscal year board meeting Joergen will mandate the usual 20% dividend of yearly profits (as such he can add ten percent of yearly profits to his Swizz Bank Account), and invest the remainder in a few MRAPs (mine-resistant ambush protected vehicles) as they may be going on sale after the Iraqi COIN war and possibly lessening Afghani involvement or if the Puntland government accepted his contact he will invest in the construction of permanent training facilities in Puntland.
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
He walked through the tile floors of the terminal, clad in a dress shirt, towards gate B7. As he approached, a man's voice rang through the PA system.
"All Nippon Airways Flight 0976 to Manila now boarding."
Bronislav joined the line and waited until he reached a young lady near the door to the jet-bridge. He handed her his ticket and a small red book with gold lettering. She opened the book, then to the ticket, and then to Bronislav.
"Thank you very much Mr. Kaminski. Have a pleasant flight."
Bronislav smiled, took back his ticket and passport, and walked onto the plane. He walked down the isle looking at the little numbers near the baggage compartments. He counted down the rows until he reached his seat, 14C, an isle seat next to a middle aged, Asian woman...most likely Japanese. She looked up to him then moved her coat from the seat beside her, realizing it was blocking someone's way. Bronislav smiled in thanks, and the woman smiled in return.
The little Filipino man, whom called himself Eduardo, stopped the car in front of the airport allowing Bronislav to step out. He reminded the Filipino to be back in thirty minutes, and the little man nodded in understanding and pulled away. Bronislav turned around and walked into the terminal. He checked his watch, it was 12:43pm and the target's plane arrived at 1:15pm. He calmly walked to the security checkpoint and easily walked through then headed towards the gate the target was to arrive at. Quietly, he slipped into a employee's only area and promptly disappeared from view. He quietly passed two ground crewmen as they smoked, turned a corner, and found himself in a dingy bathroom. Standing on the toilet, he lifted a ceiling tile and grasped for what he was told would be left for him. He pulled out his weapon, a Colt Cobra snub-nosed revolver, .38 special. He slid it into his pocket and slunk out onto the tarmac. He waited below the jet-bridge for the target to arrive. Ten minutes later, the plane touched down and taxied over towards him. It was late, but wouldn't affect anything. The plane stopped and a staircase was rolled up to it, and that was soon followed by several police officers. The target walked down the stairs, in handcuffs, and walked towards what one would assume would be a police van. Bronislav briskly walked past the escort, right up to the target and stopped. As the men walked away he leveled his revolver above the target's head.
BANG!
The round flew through the air and landed square in the back of the target's head.
BANG BANG BANG!
The second round penetrated just below the target's left shoulder blade followed by two more rounds in the back. The target fell and Bronislav quickly pocketed the pistol and began to walk back toward the airport. The police officers encircled the dead man and shot at a man standing behind where Bronislav once stood. He could hear him shriek in pain as the officers bullets struck him.
As he walked out of the airport and towards the street, Bronislav could see the small white car that dropped him off. The same little man greeted him as he entered the car. Pulling away from the curb, the small man turned towards his passenger. "Da zdravstvuet revolyutsiya."
The dream ended with Bronislav lying in bed in his boxers. A cold sweat ran down his cheeks as he sat up. The sun was rising, it couldn't have been any later than 5:30am...time to get ready for work.
"All Nippon Airways Flight 0976 to Manila now boarding."
Bronislav joined the line and waited until he reached a young lady near the door to the jet-bridge. He handed her his ticket and a small red book with gold lettering. She opened the book, then to the ticket, and then to Bronislav.
"Thank you very much Mr. Kaminski. Have a pleasant flight."
Bronislav smiled, took back his ticket and passport, and walked onto the plane. He walked down the isle looking at the little numbers near the baggage compartments. He counted down the rows until he reached his seat, 14C, an isle seat next to a middle aged, Asian woman...most likely Japanese. She looked up to him then moved her coat from the seat beside her, realizing it was blocking someone's way. Bronislav smiled in thanks, and the woman smiled in return.
* * *
The little Filipino man, whom called himself Eduardo, stopped the car in front of the airport allowing Bronislav to step out. He reminded the Filipino to be back in thirty minutes, and the little man nodded in understanding and pulled away. Bronislav turned around and walked into the terminal. He checked his watch, it was 12:43pm and the target's plane arrived at 1:15pm. He calmly walked to the security checkpoint and easily walked through then headed towards the gate the target was to arrive at. Quietly, he slipped into a employee's only area and promptly disappeared from view. He quietly passed two ground crewmen as they smoked, turned a corner, and found himself in a dingy bathroom. Standing on the toilet, he lifted a ceiling tile and grasped for what he was told would be left for him. He pulled out his weapon, a Colt Cobra snub-nosed revolver, .38 special. He slid it into his pocket and slunk out onto the tarmac. He waited below the jet-bridge for the target to arrive. Ten minutes later, the plane touched down and taxied over towards him. It was late, but wouldn't affect anything. The plane stopped and a staircase was rolled up to it, and that was soon followed by several police officers. The target walked down the stairs, in handcuffs, and walked towards what one would assume would be a police van. Bronislav briskly walked past the escort, right up to the target and stopped. As the men walked away he leveled his revolver above the target's head.
BANG!
The round flew through the air and landed square in the back of the target's head.
BANG BANG BANG!
The second round penetrated just below the target's left shoulder blade followed by two more rounds in the back. The target fell and Bronislav quickly pocketed the pistol and began to walk back toward the airport. The police officers encircled the dead man and shot at a man standing behind where Bronislav once stood. He could hear him shriek in pain as the officers bullets struck him.
* * *
As he walked out of the airport and towards the street, Bronislav could see the small white car that dropped him off. The same little man greeted him as he entered the car. Pulling away from the curb, the small man turned towards his passenger. "Da zdravstvuet revolyutsiya."
The dream ended with Bronislav lying in bed in his boxers. A cold sweat ran down his cheeks as he sat up. The sun was rising, it couldn't have been any later than 5:30am...time to get ready for work.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Name: Eli Tremblay
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Location: Montreal, QC
Physical Description: Tall, Dark, shaggy hair, white, sad eyes
Mutant Powers/Abilities: Power emulation: If Thomas is in physical contact with another mutant, or on the receiving end of their power, he permanently acquires said power.
Other Skills: Intelligent, excellent cook, very quick reader, bi-lingual
Possessions: Apartment in the Mcgill Ghetto.
Injuries: None
Affiliation: None
Followers: None (though lives with a room-mate who has no ideas about his abilities)
Background: from an Old quebecois Francophone family, his parents moved to the states to get PHds, and now live in New Jersey, a bare 30 minutes out from the City. Eli has returned to montreal to attend Mcgill University.
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Location: Montreal, QC
Physical Description: Tall, Dark, shaggy hair, white, sad eyes
Mutant Powers/Abilities: Power emulation: If Thomas is in physical contact with another mutant, or on the receiving end of their power, he permanently acquires said power.
Other Skills: Intelligent, excellent cook, very quick reader, bi-lingual
Possessions: Apartment in the Mcgill Ghetto.
Injuries: None
Affiliation: None
Followers: None (though lives with a room-mate who has no ideas about his abilities)
Background: from an Old quebecois Francophone family, his parents moved to the states to get PHds, and now live in New Jersey, a bare 30 minutes out from the City. Eli has returned to montreal to attend Mcgill University.
Haseri
Emperor
My orders: Just continue working for now.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
How about he can keep up to 3 at any time, and can choose when to ditch one and aquire a new one?
My problem with that is if you get the right collection of powers you're basically a god, for example Syson's immortality, John Michaels immunity to stuff, and Raul's transmutations. It's sort of game breaking to become an unstoppable, invulnerable god.
Perhaps the gain their power should require physical contact and you could retain it for a set period of time, say 2-4 weeks (1-2 turns)
Perhaps the gain their power should require physical contact and you could retain it for a set period of time, say 2-4 weeks (1-2 turns)
Ahhh, this reminds me of 8-bit theater. ^^ GM sure was out to get BM for taking Blue Mage as his prestige class.
(Hey I'd take the offer Thomas, you just need to make a wide circle of mutant friends and touch base every now and then.)
Turns are 2 week? I was worried I had it horribly wrong. OK, I changed Joergen's actions to 'this month'. : )
Guess I will be writing personal character interaction stories then.
Hmmmmmm... maybe I should just make a new character. If things go 2-weeks at a time Ishould probably will probably feel like playing someone far more violent and unstable than a mostly straight-laced over-ambitious businessman.
(Hey I'd take the offer Thomas, you just need to make a wide circle of mutant friends and touch base every now and then.)
Turns are 2 week? I was worried I had it horribly wrong. OK, I changed Joergen's actions to 'this month'. : )
Guess I will be writing personal character interaction stories then.
Hmmmmmm... maybe I should just make a new character. If things go 2-weeks at a time I
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
I'm so interested in this that I'm going to subscribe to the thread and start working on an info thing. I look forward to the update, and probably won't officially join until after I see how you're going to do it.
Similar threads
- Poll
