aturin
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"There is no shame in falling, There is only shame if you refuse to rise once again."
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Post by aturin on Nov 19, 2010 22:30:54 GMT
I do hereby declare, for the edification and such like of those not as fortunate as our dear selves to have the opportunity to play in this here game, that those that did participate in the game that did play itself out last night, that those who were there shall regale us all with there own personal tales of daring do and thrilling heroics in exchange, possibly from a bountiful reward from upon high.
TL:DR people in my Friday group write up what happened yesterday from your characters point of view, in exchange for plot points, funniest or most interesting gets most.
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Post by barmybex91 on Nov 21, 2010 15:49:30 GMT
Dear god neil- reading that post made me die a bit inside.
I can't wait for my character to play though *evil laugh* ^_^
My player's perspective- i was in a mystical place where it was pure white... then i came across a sign.. it said "Character creation" Pshht, where ever that is..
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Post by ltcollingwood on Nov 26, 2010 0:22:01 GMT
My name is Lt Tobias L Collingwood of the Independent army and i currently have two rather large dildos in my ears. As the grizzled old man scuttles away from my cell i start to wonder how it all came to be. I fought at the battle of Greanleaf for pities sakes, we lost admittedly. But as a great man once said, "We will rise again". We can still win the war, all we need is some elbow grease and a couple more guns, we'l show'em. Got captured at greanleaf don't you know? spent some time in a POW camp. Not to long ago they told me the war was over. A big gorram lie that was. No way the independents would back down to alliance scum. Told me i was crazy, load of bull, Ive never been more sane in my life. Didn't stop'em putting me in an an asylum. The alliance is trying to mess with our heads you see, telling us we lost, telling me i'm crazy.
That orderly went too far that day, told me i was yellow, said the the outer planets were doomed from the start. Not sure that orderly knew my leg was false. Lost the real one at greanleaf. Bloody landmines. Tis a mighty fine leg, the false one, my real one was a bit scrawney to be honest. Made good'n proper is my new leg, took the orderlies head right off don't you know? Needless to say i'm now one my way to a prison planet. Basterds took my leg as well. Ill find it, mark my words ill find it.
Suddenly the prison ship rocks violently, throwing me to the floor. I jump to my feet instantly, alert and ready for action. The cell door is knocked clean off its hinges by the explosion. Apparently some of the other cells have opened to. I greet my fellow escapes. They look stunned for the explosion and slightly perplexed by the sight of an excited peg legged man with a dildo in each ear trying to shake their hands. The cell mate nearest me, can't remember names so i shall call him "mechanic" or "meck" points out the dildo's. I throw them to the floor with glee.
One cell door has not yet opened. The man inside is scrawney and a bit ratty. I shall call him the "Tidly willy ecourageable rude person" or "twerp". We let him out after he tells us what im pretty sure was a false name. Meck and I open some crates finding nothing but wood carving tools.
All at once there is a cuffufle as one of the prisoner's, a sadistic fellow, spots my leg about 100 metres away. What follows is a sprinting race of epic proportions. I lead the field for allmost the entire way. Using my superior army trained muscles to keep the others in my dust. Until a catatrophe. I slip on the makeshift leg that the guards provided me with apon boarding the ship.
Moustache first i topple to the floor. If not for the afformentioned incredibly well maintained lip brissles, i surely would have been knocked clean out. I get up and wonder over to find the sadistic one cradling my leg rather too lovingly.
I wrote the rest of this out but my internet died as i pressed reply. this is all i have saved. it's half 12, im going to bed.
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Post by GHOON on Nov 28, 2010 2:28:00 GMT
I'm not good at writting stuff and didn't really check this over so I hope it makes sense.
I have gone by many names in my life but currently I am known as Neville Abad Jeon Hugg. A short while ago I found myself imprisoned on an alliance vessel. All I can say is that I had had enough. I led a riot in the prison and managed to free most of the prisoners. Those that I thought courageous and trustworthy enough I took with me as my crew using a stolen drop ship to escape. Eventually we made our way to a nearby planet where we planned to dump the alliance vessel and find one of our own.
As soon as we landed on the planet I opened up the exit ramp and tell everyone to follow my lead. They look nervous but I know they'll do well. We walk down and head for the exit like we own the place. Everything’s going smoothly but just as we are about to exit a clumsy mechanic working nearby stumbles and falls at my feet. He looks up at me with a look of fear on his face. I glance over at what he was working on and then back to his weak pathetic form on the floor. I just walk round but as I do I say to him “The rear compression coil needs replacing”. I don't turn around but I hear him saying thank you and scurrying back to his work. I step out the gate and breathe the air, thinking we weren’t going to have any trouble, and then I heard the gun shot from behind. I dart in to a nearby alley and signal the others to do the same. A few moments later a woman comes running past. As she runs past she trips and doesn't get up, seems things just wont go smooth. Unfortunately for me I just can't do nothing when a lady's in trouble. I roll out of the alley and grab the rifle she was carrying. Three shots five dead. I sling her over my shoulder and dart back down the alley signalling for the others to follow. Eventually we manage to get to a point where we can rest I use my medical training to bring her round, looks like those few years of medical school are finally paying off. She seems to have no memory she has no idea what’s happened or even what her name is. For now I decide to call her summer, after my younger sister. We end up finding a small run down bar to lay low in for a while. It doesn't take the others long to figure out what I already had, we needed money and we needed it fast. I walk up to the bar and look at the selections of spirits on the wall. I call over the barman and ask for a pint of whisky, the bar erupts into laughter. To cut that story short about twenty me were each fifty silver short by the time I'd finished that pint. As we left the pub three overgrown midgets approached us, apparently they had a job offer from a Mr Cane. We met with Mr Cane he was obviously frightened of me so I decided to show some pity and take his job. It was pretty simple we just had to collect the money owed to Mr Cane from some local businesses. Most of the shops were quite cooperative, apart from a few games of Xiangqi to win over a Chinese woman and some DIY at the hardware store, apart from the gun shop . They were obviously armed to the teeth and had set up a primitive ambush inside. I'd spotted the trap before we entered and warned everyone to be ready unfortunately one of my guys decided to charge in ahead, he didn't last two minutes. From there it went to hell I had to pull one of my guys out to stop him from killing himself. I managed to take out half the guys while getting the hell out of there and barely managed to avoid the grenades. From there we escaped down a nearby alley where I patched everyone up and planned our next move.
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Post by barmybex91 on Nov 28, 2010 23:52:32 GMT
YOU FUCKING LIAR TERRY!!!!
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Post by GHOON on Nov 29, 2010 13:37:53 GMT
now now don't be jealous.
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Post by jeffreazy on Nov 29, 2010 18:12:51 GMT
So after that story I'd thought id put it how I saw it. I'm the 'doctor' Rufus and this is how it happened:
After escaping the prison ship that was filled with washing powder, flying to a nearby planet via loop-the-loops and one of the passengers hiding in a corner never to be seen again, or well we did see him, but just ignored him. We were landed in the police compound on whatever planet this was, and we being escaped prisoners were in a tight spot. We discussed many options about what we should do, how to escape and what to do with the poor man that was beaten half to death and then carefully mended back to unconsciousness by your truly. In the end I opened up the rear hatch and stepped outside with the old man and the others soon followed, we met a mechanic named Scruffy who always talked about himself in the third person, the old man with the mighty fine leg stole a cigarette off of Scruffy and then we parted company with Scruffy. We decided the best course of action would be to walk straight for the exit and look like we knew what we were doing. One of our group bumped into another mechanic and almost started a fight, but we continued on our way. Glancing behind us we saw some police walking towards off so we set off rather briskly out of the compound. It was about then when I head a kerfuffle going on behind us and suddenly a short girl dressed all in black came sprinting out of the compound and past us, with police in hot pursuit. I took this as my sign to run and followed the talkative fellow Neville down an alley. There were bums in this alley, hobos if you will and the short woman all in black was at the mouth of the alley aiming a freaking sniper rifle back at the compound. Things were getting a bit too much for me so when I saw the old man and the mechanic fellow break into a nearby building I quickly went in after them. To my horror after shooting her rifle the shorty decided to come in after us but was very inelegant about it and fell over knocking herself out. Being the caring gentleman that I am, I noticed that she had a medpack on her and went to get it so I could help her with any injuries that she may have sustained. And what do I get for being a good Samaritan, I get my ass kung-foo'd and I was close to passing out, after a brief altercation with the lady I determined that she was batshit insane and couldn't remember anything, so I just walked off to the back door.
After we escaped from the abandoned warehouse we found ourselves on a high street filled with shops and to my delight a bar, so we decided to head there, unfortunately our new acquaintance the midget woman decided to follow.
I cant remember much about what happened initially in the bar as i was busy tending to my wounds with my newly acquired medpack but when I was feeling better I found half the party with drinks, and no-one had offered meone, the cheek, moreover the old man was playing poker with some locals and was getting all hot an bothered so I went over to watch, apparently there was some cheating going on and it ended up with old peg-leg throwing a punch at one of the locals, I took the golden opportunity that presented itself to me, as I was the first to react I had to do something worthwhile, so I stole the deck of cards that was strewn out over the table, pushing the stunned men aside and it seems they didn't notice as they said nothing. So happy I was with my new deck of cards I only realised what was happening when the bar owner pointed a shotgun at us and demanded we leave. So I left.
Outside we found Nevelle surrounded by 3 huge men, my immediate thought was that he didn't seem the kind to swing that way but to each their own. It turns out that these men had a job for us, so we went to meet their employer. He gave us a job to do some shakedown work on local businesses in return he would pay us and not inform the authorities of where we were, pretty good deal. So off we went, we headed to a scrap yard first, I am notoriously bad with money so decided to have a look around while some of the others dealt with the 'business'. The next place we went to was a supermarket and once again left the money to others, the old man bought me a chocolate bar which was delicious and so as we left the premises a swiped another from the shelf, this one tasted even better and i was in such a good mood i decided to share it with my companions.
The next place we went to was a hardware store, and once the business talk was happening one of our group, I call him the annoying one, but he seems good with gadgets, started being annoying. He had an argument with Nevell about the money we were getting right in front of the store owner. He then went outside to talk and that was the last I saw of the annoying man, in person at-least. The girl we had come to start calling Summer went into the back room with the owner in order to collect the money, something happened in that room as there was a large bang and Summer came running out with the money straight outside. I took my opportunity to grab whatever money there was in the till and leg it after her.
The next place we visited was a whore-house, or a house of women with variable moral standing or some crap like that. When we went to see the mistress she insisted that someone had already come to collect the money and that she had none left, she showed us a security video of the annoying man, damn he was annoying. And as he had deserted us we told her that we didn't know him and that she still owed us the full amount, she promised she would have some money within the hour and we agreed to return later.
And so we headed to the final destination, the weapon shop, filled with everything from grenades to swords. However we heard gunshots as we got there and hurried inside to see what was happening, all the customers were filing out as we went in. I though that this would be a golden opportunity for some plundering and headed for the body armor there were some men an the back of the shop who picked up some weapons and pointed them at us, perfect time to get in some armor then and i picked up and equipped myself with some. That was when one of them started throwing grenades, grenades hurt, after staggering to my feet I rushed over to the rack of pistols and took a shot at one of the men, a mighty fine shot as well and hurt him bad. I was vaguely aware of the others fighting around me but then I got shot, I got shot bad, so I turned and ran grabbing a scope and another pistol on the way out. Outside I saw Neville sitting on the pavement drawing with chalk that he must've stolen from hobos. So i sat down and rested with him while the others were still inside shooting and getting hurt.
Eventually the mechanic and summer came out, the mechanic dragging the old man out, I'm pretty sure there was an explosion but I was pretty out of it and they said something about the annoying man being in there but apparently he went down.
So now we have a bunch of people beaten up, me the only one with any proper medical training I assume and with more money to collect, however I think we may just buy a ship and get off this horrible planet. I'd never been shot before, damn being shot hurts.
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Post by ltcollingwood on Nov 29, 2010 21:02:08 GMT
Not so keen on the "Old Man". I'm not that old damnit.
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Post by barmybex91 on Nov 30, 2010 10:35:33 GMT
Where am i? How did i get here?! WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME?!
I had no recollection of the events leading up to where i gain consciousness in a warehouse, where one guy is touching me and the others are standing around. I know just where to punch to do most damage to the thief... Where in the gorram 'verse did i learn to hit like that?!!?
He goes flying as i quickly try to get up and see where the hell i am. He's a doctor and apparently we need to escape, according to the guys- i killed someone, i would doubt that if i didn't have the fuck off sniper rifle on my back- I don't remember firing a gun though, are they sure i can use this thing?
We get out and run until we can't run anymore- well at least the guys do, i slow down and pretend to be out of breath so they aren't outshone, i still need to get to the bottom of this, but i decide it can wait while we enter a shopping district. They ask my name, i frantically look around the shop windows- they all say "summer sale".. Hmm... Summer seems an adequet name, that'll do for now until i find my real name.
The guys are all requesting a pint, they say i can get one at a bar. So i go in and point to the first thing i see, asking for a pint of it- the bartender looked horrified as apparently "whiskey" is sold in these things called shots- what's the point of that?!
We have our drinks and the old guy plays this game where you put money on the table, be given two bits of paper- then you win more money. At least thats it went for me- The old guy in our party lost money, so he challenged the dealer to a duel which they played this "poker" game again. This time i was standing behind the cheater and helping the old guy out. Old man apparently fought in a war- so it'd make sense to stick up for the old guy, yet apparently he was on the browncoat side- for some reason i had a flitter of annoyance when told this, perhaps that is the trigger to getting memories back?
Apparently the cheater cheated again-so old guy hit him square in the face, i hit him too- i knew that if i hit him as close as possible to the cerebellum, he'd be out cold. What was more interesting is i used these things called brass knuckles-they make blood appear, I always did like the colour red...i think..but it looks so squishy- i think poking it will prove how squishy it is. Wow- his head is squishy on the inside...
We went outside, and the talky guy- neville i think his name was, got us a job. So we visited this Mr Caine guy- that mr caine has so many weak spots just begging to be jabbed, i can't help but wonder how he became boss, he ranted, i listened. We were given a job.
We went around these shops asking for more protection money, i have a feeling it was protection from mr caine himself, which seems pointless to me-maybe in gang culture it makes sense. Lots of the shopkeepers begged, telling pathetic stories- they should know i don't give a shit, i want to get money- me and talky guy got more out of them and pocketed it- we need to live too and we do more dangerous things then the puny shopkeepers, so they should understand we need it so much more then them.
The one guy in our group went off in a huff- apparently he didn't like us extorting shopkeepers. Looking at shop prices, shopkeepers dont have a problem extorting customers, so i fail to have any sympathy for them. Come to think of it... i fail to have sympathy ever...
We got to the last shop and proceeded being shot at...everything went a bit blurry though...all i remember was gunfire and lots of red....i like red...it's my favourite colour.. i'm going to make my hair that colour- it's pretty..
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Post by GHOON on Nov 30, 2010 14:56:59 GMT
you guys forgot the bit where I killed five people with three bullets.
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Post by jeffreazy on Nov 30, 2010 18:56:55 GMT
You didn't even have a gun until the very end of the game.
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Post by GHOON on Dec 1, 2010 0:08:39 GMT
I never said I used a gun.
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Post by arcadehamster on Dec 3, 2010 14:16:58 GMT
From the Diary of Bruce Mars Samson:
After getting thrown about the drop ship several times, we landed on a run-down industrial planet of some kind, air thick as engine grease but never mind, it was good to be away from the alliance, or it least it would be if we were and Lieutenant barrel-roll hadn't landed us in the docks of alliance station. After arguing for solid half an hour on what exactly we'd do and whether setting the ship on fire would act as good enough diversion, two of the guys just walked out and started having a smoke with one of the engineers.
Anyway, we all, but for the injured guy kleptomaniac brought along and kleptomaniac himself, who'd I'd swear just huddled into a corner, just walked out and headed sternly for the exit. O yeah, mighty fine wooden leg I told you about earlier, turns out it was hollow (who'd have thought!), so we were able to take that shotgun with us.
Walking out turned out to be easier than I'd thought it'd be, though a group of mechanics tried to start a fight with us over one guy bumping into them, could of hand 'em all, but never mind, this is when things start getting interesting.
We leave the docks and only get a few yards down the street when a ruckus starts in the dock yard; figuring we might be the attention of the upcoming shindig we hurry on, trying not to look back; when suddenly there's this shout and this lass in a black catsuit sprints out of the station with the entire division in pursuit! To be honest, it reminded me of an old story my folks used to tell me about two musicians who wanted to raise money for an orphanage but that's not important; we decide to make ourself scarce, running into various alleys and such.
Catsuit takes refuge in one of the alleyways two of the dudes went to and starts a fire-fight with the alliance division. Managing to break open the door to one of the warehouses nearby, all but one of us decide to follow my lead and get inside; this by the way included Catsuit who tripped over the door-step and knocked herself out. Being the gentleman I am, I drag her into the warehouse. Rufus, spotting a first kit, is over-run by the urge to steal it and reaches for it the exact moment Lass recovers consciousness. Understandably upset that she's being felt up, her first movement is to smack Rufus square in the face, clear near' knocking him out. I found myself only able to admire the precision.
Turns out she'd hit her head pretty badly on the way down as she appeared to have lost all memory regarding who she was and what she was doing two minutes ago. But we've taken her on and dubbed her Summer.
We spend the next few hours running, climbing and generally trying to escape the division of alliance behind us; successfully might I add. We ended up in a high street of some kind and head immediately to the bar; a great idea I'm sure you'll agree. In the bar Summer only buys me a pint of whisky and Collingwood starts a game of poker with whatever coin was left from the drink. After downing half to drink and hardly feeling the effects... not because it was cheap whisky, but because I'm awesome... Colingwood, loosing the game and our money, starts an argument with the dealer, punches him, prompting Summer to break the back of the poor Huen Dahn's head open. The bartender's shotgun pointed the way out.
Outside Neville was waiting with a group of brutes who advised us to see a Mr Cane about a job. Greeting us he berated us for our lack of subtlety thus far and demanded we fetch his recently increased protection money; a self-styled offer 'we could not refuse'.
The first stop was a second hand ship dealership, nice place, and the owner seemed pleasant enough, Neville and Summer went inside to collect the money, while we waited around, no problems. From there we went to a supermarket, same drill, except that this time Collingwood brought some chocolate!
Next was a hardware store, once Neville and Summer started proceedings, one chap in the group, never caught his name, started kicking up a fuss, paranoid that we'd spoil his 'reputation' or something before storming off to finish the job himself; more on that later. Anyway, Neville and Summer took care of business (how generous of them to do all the work) whilst me and Collingwood swiped some polish for the awesome wooden leg and getting the shotgun out for me.
We moved on to the next target, a house of women-of-variable-moral-standing if you know what I mean; not that I never never needed to make use of one of-course... Anyway, when we got to the manager, she insisted she'd already given the money to one of Mr Cane's men, even though Neville had the balance sheet, not that we couldn't guess who it was, we moved on, saying we'd be back for the money, Neville sweating by this point like he'd made some sought of accounting error.
Last on the list was a gun store, as we approached the store we noticed everyone leaving hastily and could hear gun-fire, I'm guessing as we needed to get the job done we entered. Men were stood behind various counters and such who told us to get out as they were closed. Colligwood, Summer and I waded over to the armour aisle, whilst Rufus went to the pistol and upgrade section, Neville stayed outside, afraid of a fight.
There was a lot of tension, I can't remember who shot first, but we all took cover behind the shelves we found ourselves by. Me and Collingwood were able to put on mesh armour moments before what I guess was a grenade blew apart the aisle in front of us, I'm guessing they didn't care about that stock. Unfortunately, this caused Collingwood to have flashbacks or something as he collapsed into a foetal position, which probably saved as well as a rifle bullet passed through the space his head occupied half a second later. After a few more shots a clerk dived over the counter wielding a sabre and ran towards Summer who had her back turned to him; seeing that she'd not be long for this world if he reached her, I ran towards him, raised my shotgun and uttered the words “I'd like to return an item” before letting him have it. The shot didn't kill him some how, not hat it mattered as Summer, without a thought, turned around and kung-fu'ed him to death. It was at this point Collingwood came back to us, and seeing the sword, I'm guessing it was a Browncoat one, dived for it before commencing shooting. At this point I noticed that the guy who ran off earlier was lying on stairs leading up at the back of the shop, half-dead and fighting with another half-dead man, it was at this point that a second grenade exploded near us, which really hurt, I'm guessing that it really hurt Collingwood as well as he began to shoot at him franticly while frothing at the mouth.
By this point I'd got rather badly hurt, and would probably be out of it if it wasn't for the mesh I'd stolen, Rufus had retreated and paranoid-other-guy had stopped moving. Things did not look good for us, most certainly was not a fair fight. Seeing that this would not work, I yelled to the others that we needed to get out of here, Summer, without expression began to fall back, and Collingwood replied only with a scream. Seeing that he was intent on getting the guy who threw the grenades, who himself was stood in the grenade section of the shop (so much for gun control), I grabbed his collar and began to drag him, still shooting, towards the door. Rather badly hurt, I wasn't able to take much else in, but I'm guessing he got him as at one point he smiled, and began to retreat on his own steam.
So now here I am: badly injured, hell, we're all injured; no doubt we can now consider ourselves on Mr Cane's hit-list; and we're still on the run from the alliance. If only I'd kept that drink...
I'm Bruce and believe in Dutch courage.
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Post by ltcollingwood on Dec 4, 2010 21:12:40 GMT
Just doing some research on where we should fly to. Wondering if anyone could remember which planet we are on at the moment. Cheers, Collingwood
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Post by jeffreazy on Dec 4, 2010 23:34:07 GMT
Verbena?
Ow *bleed bleed*
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