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Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

How much money was the Argus team sent in with? Will we have to haggle it down, like the weapon guys?... Well, I mean, of course we will, but what numbers are we looking at?

Brand, Spanking New!

I did see a lot of different styles, and it is refreshing to see that. I was wondering how "elite" (wrong word, but I'm tired and first thing that pops into mind) and aggressive the Advanced RP style is?

@XenoCyanide

Not at all, in my experience. It's pretty much the same as other styles, but with more letters.

So an elf, a dwarf and a human walks into a tavern...

I don't know what that means, but it sounds fun :P

@Duck

Mafia is an old forum/party game that goes a little something like this: http://wiki.mafiascum.net/index.php?title=Main_Page

But I wouldn't want to play an actual mafia game, since our characters would be killed left and right, but I'm thinking maybe if we caught up with a doppelganger/shapeshifting villain and we'd like them to be a recurring one, then as opposed to killing them, we could do a little thing where the lights go out/an illusion is cast/a convenient blinding action occurs, and one of us gets a PM from the person currently in charge of the doppelganger arc saying that, if they're okay with it, their character would be caught in a box/cell/trap somewhere with magic somewhere near the end of the dungeon, and was swapped out for the clever Doppelganging impersonator.

Could lead to some fun "The Thing" antics. Especially if their blood reacts to hot paperclips and the like...

So an elf, a dwarf and a human walks into a tavern...

Assuming doppelgangers exist in this universe... Who's up for breaking the OOC ice and bringing out some GM Co-Op playing a game of Mafia mid-dungeon?... Somehow...

So an elf, a dwarf and a human walks into a tavern...

Sounds like a plan to me.

So an elf, a dwarf and a human walks into a tavern...

Ah, right. Has the issue of multiple characters been cleared up? I've never seen if people were specifically on or off-board with that idea.

We should hold a vote, if only to save people typing hours.

So an elf, a dwarf and a human walks into a tavern...

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Then go ahead and write yourself a character, I guess.

@Duck

What kind of sheets are we to use?

Looking for Kitty424! :D

OI! KITTY424, GIT OVEH HEA!

Six-Shot Story - An RP of the American Old 'Wild' West (On indefinite HIATUS)

I feel like a bit of a dungus, heading from town NPC to town NPC and possibly holding the rest of the group back. Should we rp this out, or just assume Moses was able to get his guns and a horse before getting to the posse

Six-Shot Story - An RP of the American Old 'Wild' West (On indefinite HIATUS)

"Well accourse, Sir." Moses shrugged, as if his order was not a mere task, but a fundamental fact of life. Almost (but not quite, as that could push it over the edge to sarcasm) incredulous of the idea that there could be any reason he wouldn't go and set things straight with the posse.

Moses often found that authority figures outside the military liked that kind of acceptance. He thought perhaps it made them feel safe, feel like Moses was as loyal as a dog, and, if he was particularly lucky, as stupid as one too. Moses always felt equally safe, keeping expectations low and all that. Nobody expects a dog to counter a cunning plan. Nobody expects a dog to stop an operation it's too dumb to understand. In a new place like this, being dumb and short-spoken is the name of the game... Everyone trusts a dog.

Without another word, he swept his hat back up onto his head, turned around, and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind him. At best, he was on uneasy terms with the crass old bear in that jailhouse. But it could have gone worse. Much worse. As he strolled in the Inn's general direction, he grumbled something incomprehensible, which was either an attempt to dislodge stray phlegm or stifle the sudden unusual urge to think out loud. Or neither, perhaps. But there were a few things he needed before heading off into the wastes up north, and the first things he needed were the rest of his guns. Especially if he was going to head off into the wilderness with that stinking lynch mob, and especially if that place was populated with an angry band of braves...

And, luckily, the business was done without issue. Guns retrieved and horse lead behind him, he greeted the mob in a firm but cordial manner, his deep, raspy voice carrying throughout the crowd without need for overwhelming volume.

"Alright then, fellas." Moses began, eyeing the crowd contemplatively, "Sheriff sent me over te organize this posse here. Anyone got an idea how far North this wreck is? Who's involved? We're gonna need guns and we're gonna need supplies t'be able to travel, and to hunt down whoever did this. We got eithera'those things?"