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    1. Marcus XVI 11 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
8 yrs ago
Purple, because aliens wear red hats.
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10 yrs ago
Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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Well holy magic would totally wreck my shit as would holy water. Holy objects on the other hand - like symbols and all that - would only be a minor nuisance, but blessed weapons would still hurt a lot.
I had this idea for a character, but I'm gonna ask a few things before posting. I was thinking about a character who's more or less a vampire - the usual need for blood, enhanced senses, greater strength, innate magical abilities... No sparkling. Now, this kind of vampire would not immediately vanish in to dust from sunlight - instead he would lose most of his powers and be in other ways greatly weakened in direct sunlight. Now the fellow would not quite be an antagonist, but not quite 'one of the group' either. I was kinda thinking that the fellow would be leading a relatively well known - and rightfully feared - mercenary company.
Slowly but surely the damn geiger counter kept going up - which meant it was not malfunctioning this time. Max began hastily looking around for anything that would provide shelter from a possible storm. He chose for now to ignore the tenseness of the little group and the little sense of hostility. "Ok, this is really bad. I ain't claimin' I trust any of ya as far as I can throw ya, but for the time bein' we need to get to a safe place." He still wasn't sure what was coming - a ridiculously mutated being of some kind, or some kind of a radiation storm - but whatever it would be it would not be good for anyone involved.

The old man's Pip Boy had some very outdated maps of the area - nothing that would really be of use for them now. "Should have taken some damn mentats with me... Would help me concentrate..." Max mumbled more to himself than any member of the group. He shook his head and spat on the ground. "Is there a bunker or vault or... any large buildin's with an intact basement here? Pref'rably with only a few windows..." At times like these he kinda missed old California - there seemed to be all sorts of places to hide in when things went south.
...How Few?
Is this still alive?
Again waiting for someone else to post ^w^
Uh is anyone here? I managed to post ^^;; Sorry it took so long.
There was something off about some of the people he had stumbled upon - annoyingly enough Max just couldn't come up with what it was... After you have been on a chem binge and one of your companions turns out to be a deathclaw you kinda tend to sense these sort of things. He turned his concentration from the 'better days' towards Erin. "I ain't so much lost as I'm w'out a dest'nation. Ya see this whole thing..." The old man sort of motioned around himself and actually smirked just a bit - it was a joyless, not quite mocking smirk of a man who had seen a lot - perhaps not 'seen it all', but close. "This whole damn era, this whole damn wasteland. Though there ain't too much to see there's always sum'thin see." Max didn't sound excited or worried, more a bit disappointed.

He shook his head and glanced at the other members of the little group when the word 'doctor' was mentioned. "Now, I ain't no miracle man, but I do know a thin' or two 'bout some simple surgery and all that - I'd need some proper tools to..." His eyes were drawn to the old, worn and barely functioning Pip Boy on his left wrist - those with keen eyes and at least rudimentary knowledge would recognize it as the 2000 model. Either the geiger counter had just totally malfunctioned - that happened with unnerving frequency these days - or the wind was bringing with it something really bad. "There's always a new fuckin' Enclave on your path..." Max mumbled the words that could have actually sounded like a form of prayer, but the dripping hatred made it a very obvious curse - a rather eloquent curse admittedly, but still.
Terribly sorry! ^^; I have a horrible case of the flu coupled with a nasty fever! Sorry! I'll do my best to make a post.
I'm waiting for someone else to post before I post again ^w^
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