Aaallright!
– (Glen Quagmire)

Some buffdom, especially the kind that makes my char look better:

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Me
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The name is definitely inspired by Deathstroke who was sort of a childhood Hero for me (yes, I am younger than you. Besides, pretending to have only one good eye is easier than pretending to fly and comes out just as impressing), but that’s just the name. We have very little in common other than that. Age, maybe. And seriousness.

Ras, OTOH, has nothing to do with the name but slightly more to do with the character. Specifically that cool thing he has with perspective, being so old and shit, and the green activism thing. Except Winston’s commitment is not to the planet, it’s to humanity – which makes the fact that the other PCs are not human so much cooler for me.

Very committed, this dude is. Oh, and I know how he looks, white suit and all. Get your Planetary comics to session if you get the chance.

I would also like to remind you that having a super-evolved twelve YO pushing people around was COOL. Even the parts where people put their foot down and say “not gonna be pushed by you, kid” is cool in retrospect, specifically because they usually end up with said foot up their asses.

Coming back to Slade – forget Arkansas. He is Texan. It’s so obvious I don’t know how I missed it till now. He is so OBVIOUSLY Texan he prolly still has family he is supposed to marry back there. It also means he was smack in the middle of the ecstasy revolution in the 80’s – good background for my first SACHI character in a while (could even be the reason for going sXe).

He was not just “talented” as a kid, he was really considered gifted. He always knew that he showed great promise and that promises are to be kept. Things were always expected of him by everyone around him and eventually by himself. This hovers over him. It caused his breakdown, led his self discovery and became the foundation of his commitment.

Now, I know breakdowns come and breakdowns go, but this was not just a mid-life crisis – he really went mad. His brain turned to mush. He walked out to the desert and were he not a PC he would have died. His salvation did not come from self-help books, it came from within (although it is possible that pink lasers uploaded information into his head). He had this really bad trip and then suddenly he just knew things, and that knowledge helped him rebuild himself (Better. Stronger. Faster.) From there on he nurtured that knowledge through Injun mysticism, martial arts and commitment. Super-hero like, even.

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Bo
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Then there is Bo’s char. The only thing I have to say about it is that I have almost nothing to say about it. I mean, I hardly remembered him when I got back home. Probably because there is not much of him, character-wise, as is many times the way of Bo. This bothers me a little. Bo does not read your blog regularly, so I should bring it up in session.

Maybe I shouldn’t? Maybe this is how Bo is? Much fun I had with characters that have only the “played by Bo” characteristic. Still, it bothers me. I should bring it up. If I hop on your toes for not hopping on Bo’s toes I should also hop on Bo’s toes myself. Besides, I have the Ging to back me up with his hoppity hoppness.

Also I should remind myself that as hard as toe-hopping Bo is, it has proven a fecund activity in the past. Non-violent Bo did some of the finest Bo-playing ever, IMO.

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Ging
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Yes, da Millerman gets our story juices flowing. Is way cool background, no doubt.

There is no reason to think, however, that the Atlanteans maintained *unbroken* cultural and genetic lineage. Seems borked like hell to me.

Also, I check and cornice does not have the same meaning as KARNIZ in Hebrew. The former has fathered the latter, no doubt, but in SHIPUTZNIKIM talk it seems to mean the entire rod while originally it means just the ornaments.

Also, it seems that the word is etymologically related to “cornix” which is crow in Latin. And because “corn” is horn in same language, “corniger” means with horns, “cornipes” is with hoofs (foot-horns) and – most importantly – “cornicen” is trumpeter. If you want to talk about “the Knights of Time crew”.

As far as I can recall the mother was not stabbed. The only mark on her body was a flat red spot on the back of her neck which was caused – Gingi later divulged – by a frontal “hit” to the throat. In my rendering the assassin’s KARNIZ never touched the bitch, it stopped an inch in front of her, but maybe I just see everything through the prism of my own power.

On the same note, Atlanteans are not tough enough to stop a bullet, they are able to concentrate their energy in a way that can make a bullet bounce. I remember sinewy Gingi going through the motions and flexing his muscles and going “pwing”.

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Session
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Founding genius is not retiring, just old.

The setting of the fight scene was Columbus Circle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbus_Circle), not some silly plaza. Shot could have come from where the wikipedia picture was taken from, Time Warner is a good lead, but another good place (though a bit high) is here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2_Columbus_Circle

Chi-ripple is a good name for what Slade do. And he did not run to window (like puny mortal) – Jack jumped up with him and came back down alone. Window was [[three steps away]]. I also have distinct style. Actually, I have distinct style before everybody else, AND in the opposite direction. I’m special.

Also, I am the only one that had an acceptable roll for distinct style, which means that both Bo and Ging described how their chars messed up, which was really cool. Ajax twisted his KARNIZ and slammed against a shut window while Jack rushed through time and possibilities to find himself in the wrong room. More of this later.

Also in the buff, as Winston came through the window he discovered that psycho bitches strung fishing lines like a net over the window (well fastened to floor, walls and ceiling) which almost sliced him. It is true that anyone capable of a high speed entrance through the window is probably a sup who can deal with the wires, but it was quite annoying and it had bells on it (or pieces of metal that chimed) to alert said psycho bitches.

We fought, she kicked my ass a bit, I was able to chi-ripple the door (this was cool move that Miller came up with: I was lying on the floor on my back so I slapped the floor to get up, kung fu movie like, and sent a ripple through the floor to the door; when I was up I sent a faster ripple through the wall to the door – when the two collided they rotated the door and the frame in opposite directions and stuck them into each other) so the young one had to escape through window, I kicked down floor and hung to a beam, bitch hung to one of them nylon strings, she let go, I take off my tie and kick the beam to rush past her, grab her foot with the tie, knock her in front of me so she hits ground first, hog-tie with tie and do the knee.

Then I “introduce her to the truthfulness of pain”, which sounds cool to me but also had actual effect. When I asked her “why?” her brain was so overloaded with pain that she had to tell the truth. Lying was not an option. I know that she would probably tell us the truth anyway and I know that she could have Atlantean mad skillz that give her resistance, but this is a power. Remember it. There are more to come (psi powers, remember?)

Meanwhile Ajax was not only sparing the young’un, he was almost giving her an even younger’un, if you know what I mean. And Jack had this bit of looking at me and the older chick through the window, with popcorn almost.

Regarding ETIA, I tried to give this air of being an important person at the encounter. Well, I am. Bernice doesn’t just know me, she (or affiliates) worked with me in the past. We have a trust thing going on. As far as I am concerned, it is highly improbable that she will try to fuck me up in any way. Please tell me if I think I am wrong.

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Thoughts (yours)
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You think Winston’s money will clear Jack’s problems? Let me tell ya, the Injuns have this deal called “coyote teaching” (I shit you not, google it) which really suits Slade’s obsession with self-reliance. Unlike me, he doesn’t have to read your blog to understand that money is a challenge young master McDonald must pass on his own. Not a penny will he see from me. And when Bo whines about it I will point the finger at you. You just stood up to Bo in a big way. Congrats.

You want NY? Don’t bitch. Give us a lead that will keep us in NY. I was hoping to visit Amber, but that’s just me. OTOH, what what with the “setting Bo was expecting”? Stand up! Do what is cool for game, not what is expected by Bo (who, just like the rest of us, doesn’t always know what is best for him). Sure, pleasing the players is important, but pleasing Boo is something we all do automatically (if only he knew), no need to try harder.

You are not the only one that got angry during the session. All three of you went ballistic over how Gingi should roll the dice. I was spared this madness for some strange reason, but let me tell you, it was freaky. It was the angriest moment I remember during our game, and it was over the moral legitimacy of rolling in reverse (i.e. using what we decided should be the tens die as the ones die and vice versa). You should so do martial art, dude, but that is for private talk.

I think we should have a party talk, though, about this anxiety thing you have. This ties in to the way Boo and Miller described cool botches. We should all take your disability into consideration, it wurx.

System is also an option, I think we should play around with bonuses for descriptions/settings/crap, but coolness should be voted upon (nothing official, if it is good enough for two other players to say “yes, this cool” then bonus is given). Also I think we should work with this thing of one person (usually you or dice, I suppose) telling another person the result of his action and demanding a cool description. I think it wurx mainly because there is a feeling of challenge to it and of helping someone else. Proportionizes things, it does.

And dude, do me a favor, don’t worry too much about abusing your DM power, OK? Only power you abuse is physical power, and even that only when you have water containers at hand.

yylpa,
I.