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In the ‘mysterious helpers’ category, the poverty-stricken cobbler’s nightly visitor was interesting. Why would he have been good at making shoes, but have no shoes or clothes of his own? I think reasonably, he was motivated to make soft-soled shoes VERY well because of an innate fear of winding up underneath them . . .
*ftchar
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The mystery of the oviparian Oryctolagus–SOLVED!
*POP
“Hey, Why Does That Guy’s Camera Look Like A Paintbrush?”
People fear their perspective changing because they know the world will never look the same again . . . The only way to avoid this fear is to CONSTANTLY change your perspective. Most people find this process too disagreeable or scary, or something, I guess. What must it be like to be so rooted?
*mw
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The top dancers at Bice’s Nightclub, or, ‘the Bice Squad,’ are infamous for out-performing Broadway performers and top cheerleaders after two rehearsals. The music, however, is the real star of the show.
*artdecoposter
Mr. Quimby didn’t fit in with the community on Junebug Hill St. He didn’t come out to celebrate block parties in the cul-de-sac. He didn’t bring any plants outside from his upstairs, indoor hothouse. He only left his house to deliver his horticulture projects to his individual clients.
When the neighborhood association approached him, he told them that not only would he NEVER join, he was going to sue them if his neighbors couldn’t stop their dogs from breaking down their inferior fences and getting onto his lawn. He said they dug up his lawn a lot and caused problems with runoff. He hated all the barking at night anyway.
The neighborhood association rebuffed him, saying that all the good lawyers in town were on their side. Further, that his lawn was just grass, so why all the fuss? It was their own fences being broken and their own lawns receiving the runoff. Why would he worry about it anyway?
He said he’d been wanting to put a plant or two outside, but didn’t want to because dogs would likely tear them up. Besides, they might be mildly poisonous, and he didn’t want to be responsible.
The neighborhood association said to put some out. That it would be their own fault. Hadn’t he warned them? They gave it to him in writing.
He put out a plant on his back patio. He said it was a new species named the ‘rainbow eye shrub.’ . . . there are a few dogs missing . . . but all’s well, right?
*OPMC
“Tonight the part of Short Round will be played by a stocky Chippewa in a nun’s habit.”–said our GM on realizing this character’s intent.
This is Mr. Strait in a situation I played him in. It was a modified Deadlands system with custom characters. (Deadlands is essentially a western with undead, magic, supercoal, and steampunk.)
Mr. Strait has the weaknesses of facial disfiguration, having been attacked by a ghoulie covered with flaming turpentine, and needing more food than most by 50%. He is also wanted for deserting both the Union and the Confederacy. His advantages include Sense Object / Machine Weaknesses (+12) and stealing (Pickpocket, Sleight Of Hand, Misdirect, Conceal Obj / Self, AND Timing at +6) for use Mad Scientist Plans. He uses horseshoes a lot with his tendency to Unintended Use (+8,) including as prybars, makeshift armor, ranged and melee weapons. His experience points were mostly used to upgrade his stats, as you might guess. STR11INT18WIS14CHA7CON16WIL17AGL19DEX16STEA20RXN19
*rogue class
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“Amateur Night, Lavender Lounge, Deck 3” Her singing was always awful, and her playing was even worse. But complaining is less boring than travel, so people went and listened anyway . . .
*OPMC
“Juker, Cleric Of Chaos”
Originally an NPC designed as a one-off ‘damage sponge,’ a GM requested him to be played ‘for real.’
Juker is a cleric in two senses: He is a priest of a minor god of chaos, Riv, the Lone Survivor of the Apocalypse of the Previous Realm. He is also sort of an unknowing shakedown artist. He appeals to other very materialistic clerics to heal his own party by threatening to destroy valuables, magic items, etc. What he wields is the Ever-Changing Mace Of The Stuff Of Creation, which can harm NO LIVING THING. It gives a pleasant nap with weird dreams to whoever he hits with it and takes no hit points. One hit will cause random types of damage between 23 and 69 points to an object and its material surroundings. One point to the constitution of his party for every 100 points of destruction. 1d2 for the ability to swing it each attempt. It also provides him with triple the armor equivalent of banded mail and up to six saving throws per encounter / natural disaster. Which is good, considering his stats are really horrible.
INT4CHA15STR6AGL4DEX8WIL18CON9
“I’ll save you!”-Juker. “No, please don’t–allow me.”-Other side’s cleric.
*cleric
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“I’M the droid they’re looking for!” Droid 7391 (yes, look at the number upside-down) was originally programmed to be a regular custom service droid on a planet far, far away. Specifically, a brothel. Then an Imperial technician decided, as a joke, to program him with the ability to banter with opponents while teaching them techniques against those using -uh- ‘laser swords.’ A warrior at one with the shadows stepped out for just a moment, stooped, and went away.
Then Droid 7391 started WINNING the fights and shutting down to prevent injury to a a living being. It had been programmed to believe that it WAS one of those special warriors, maintaining a disguise by use of -uh- ‘psychic access to powers of good.’ They locked him in a store room till they could figure out how to reprogram it. It made a cloud of stun droids and escaped in the ensuing mayhem. It seeks to join the rebellion.
*NOT jedi/sith
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Ouch! Real life, leave me ALONE!
*NaJ/S
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