yep! thats why I did it. I reads yer writeups!

oh, no, Acts of Vengeance was early 90s Marvel company-wide crossover where all the villians got together and switched enemies. wasnt plot-heavy (aside from cosmic spidey lol) but definitely a lot of lowbrow ridiculous undeniable fun.

Bill Kropp wrote on May 23^rd, 2012 at 1:57pm:

And a delicious bit of well placed retribution from relevant parties to the conflict both past and present.

I missed that one... I haven't followed D.C. since '86 or so, Marvel since around '88 when they gave Shooter the boot and brought out all the Jim Lee/Todd McFarlane silver foil hologram free prize multicover story-lite anatomy-poor comics.

totally, Majestic. theyre super-entertaining. anytime you feel like putting up a random character sheet from an old pc or villain from your game, im all for it. it helps add an even further layer of depth

... if so, why? or are the Floop Brothers already on the payroll of the Servants as part of an even MORE diabolical scheme?

after a series of nocturnal bloodletting atttacks by some sort of "flying gargoyle", MEDUSA calls in the PCs to help bring in Stigmata... only to discover it ISNT Stigmata! do vampire gargoyles lurk in Campaign City? Or has someone copied Stigmata design?

Display Name wrote on Jun 12^th, 2012 at 11:20pm:

I had a drill sergeant in AIT who used to schedule me three times a week for CQ with him and another classmate, and run games all night. He had a villain named Hawkmoth who had an entangling snot attack that he blew from his schnoz onto unsuspecting heroes...

back to the plot thread...

The Inhuman League decide the time has come to face facts: it isnt 1982 anymore- Tank Gunner needs a bigger tank! originally setting their sights on a modified CHESS abrams (crewed by pawn androids), plans change when they stumble upon "Project: O.G.R.E."

handy for milking useability out of unread copies of the dnagents sourcebook! lol
and by project o.g.r.e., i was thinking like Steve Jackson's O.G.R.E.

proditorcappela wrote on Jun 25^th, 2012 at 9:28am:


You're welcome. The reason I started posting them was so that people could hopefully get some sort of use out of them.

Bill Kropp wrote on Jun 25^th, 2012 at 5:11pm:


Will do, as I know I like to hear what people think of my stuff.

FORCE and Dr. Apocalypse Have Tea
As FORCE sipped his tea, he glanced idly at the spectacular view.  "Well Doctor, you have a very beautiful island and your androids are among the most advanced I've seen.  But what did you invite me all the way here to discuss?"

Doctor Apocalypse assumed a studied look.  "You and I share... similar and possibly complimentary goals.  We both want control; we simply have different means of pursuing it.  And our respective definitions of control need not conflict.  The world is a large place, friend FORCE.  Ruling a world takes time and much effort.  Perhaps by cooperating, if not working together, we could both achieve our desires."  The mad gleam in the Doctor's eyes never completely faded; it merely retreated into the background.  FORCE shivered in spite of himself.  Doctor Apocalypse was clearly insane.  And he was a kind of evil that FORCE had never encountered before nor cared to encounter again.

"I'm sure we could come to an agreement, Doctor.  Perhaps you would give me time to consider it?  In the meantime, I must return.  I have important business to attend to."  At this, Doctor Apocalypse froze.  "Your invitation explicitly stated your stay would be two days and nights" he said coldly.  FORCE stood up.  "Really, Doctor, I appreciate your hospitality but I have my own plans to attend to."

FORCE had already expected trouble.  Touching the transmitter hidden in his glove, he prepared himself for a fight.  "You didn't think I would come unprepared, did you?"  His strike team was mere seconds away.  The Doctor laughed.  "Your transmitter was scrambled the moment you stepped foot on my island, Mr. Emerson."  Even through the mask, FORCE was clearly surprised by this.  "Who is that...?" he asked weakly.  "I am very resourceful, Mr. Emerson.  My spies have been following you for quite some time.  Shall I reveal something else I know about you?  I knew you were an android the moment I saw the footage of your capture.  I've worked with androids for decades; I know how they move and act.  Once I realized this, I researched you further.  I desire your money and your church, Mr. Emerson.  Or should I call you 'Father Kinkaid'?"

FORCE's body simply refused to move.  The mad gleam in Doctor Apocalypse's eyes came front and center.  "Are you paralyzed, FORCE?  Even though I don't have precise information about your physiology, there are principles of motor control that apply to any android!"  Despite his paralysis, FORCE was still able to speak.  "So what happens now?"  Doctor Apocalypse smiled.  "Haven't you guessed?  I will study your physiology and transfer your  mind to a more... COMPLIANT model of android!"  His laugh echoed throughout the surrounding jungle.

FORCE considered his options.  Somehow, he had to get the players involved!

That was incredibly awesome, Display Name!!!  While I've never used FORCE and Doctor Apocalypse together, both of those villains (and their organizations) are ones that I am the coordinator for (in our campaign we take turns GMing, and each GM has a few bad guy groups).

I even did one issue a few years ago where some in the group encountered Doc Apoc in the first part, and others stumbled across FORCE later on!

I loved this, though.  Excellent writing! 

The Alternates (Griffin, Grumpy, Grace and Gridlock) have rolled into town after receiving the email request of one, Jacob Tollier. Mr. Tollier blames one of our players for the death of his son, and promises the Alternates a tidy sum to capture this hero, and deliver them to the abandoned estate of The Church of Divine Harmony.

Tollier is mad, and blames our player for not saving his son from the Church, who he pushed to join. This sin can only be cleansed with blood sacrifice! Can our heroes save their comrade before it's too late? Will the Alternates discover a way to access the hidden lair beneath the church? Or will they alert a great evil to the fact that they also possess technology from Thorfin Enterprises?

RAMBLE

C.R.I.M.E. Wave

The heroes are called in to assist the local authorities, after a series of hi-tech thefts in the area. Who calls the heroes in, and what’s been stolen, is left up to the GM to determine. After a bit of old fashioned detective work, it’s determined that all the thefts are somehow linked to each other (if the players can’t figure this out for themselves, a successful detect hidden roll will allow them to discover the pattern), it’s left up to the GM to determine exactly how they’re liked. The heroes will also be able to discover that those responsible for the thefts are members of the criminal organization, C.R.I.M.E. exactly which members of C.R.I.M.E. are involved is left up to the GM). Who’s hired them to commit the thefts is left up to the GM. It’s suggested that their employer be someone familiar to the heroes, and who up to this point has been able to keep his hands from getting dirty, as local prosecutors haven’t been able to make anything stick.

Intercrime: Hostile Takeover

"...final episode airs tonight! on WomenOnly tv!"

A quick mental nudge, and the tv turned off.  Motivator frowned in disgust.  A second mental nudge brings up her virtual phone.  "Howard." she says flatly.  The phone dials and rings.

A male voice answers.  "Who the ^&$% is this?  This is a private phone!"

"Good afternoon, Howard.  It *is* afternoon where you are, isn't it?" Motivator asks sweetly.

"I said 'Who the ^&$% IS this?'" the male voice says gruffly.

"I'm sorry, Howard!  This is Motivator!  I'm afraid we've never met..."

"Lady, you just &%^$ up!  You'd better be calling to &$%^$!"

"Why, no, Howard.  But I appreciate the offer.  I'm actually calling about a television show owned by one of your networks named 'My Secret Romance'.  It seems that they're..."

"Lady, I don't even know what you're talking about!  I don't own any networks.  I'm broke, in fact.  Can you loan me $20?" the man replies with a laugh.  In the background, a voice is heard faintly, "We've almost got her!"

Motivator sighs.  "Really, Howard.  I was simply calling to negotiate purchasing of the rights to the series.  You can consider it a favor to me, which I can return in the future when necessary."

"Huh?  You want to BUY the series?  You LIKE that crap?  We stole those stories from romance paperbacks!"  Laughing, Howard is heard shouting to his companions, "Hey, get this!  The big, bad, Motivator chick really digs 'My Secret Romance!'"  Laughter is heard all around in the background.

"Enough, you sniveling worm!  You *dare* laugh at me?  Very well. Soon I will own this series, and I will make you a star!  In the meantime I will shower while your boys attempt to find me."

As Motivator walks away, Howard can be heard "Hello?  The crazy ^%$& put me on hold!  Find her!"

By the time Dr. Frost stepped from the shower, she had already created a plan.  The "anonymous leader" theme was amusing but useful to her purposes.  Walking back into her living room, she asks "Well, Howard?  Have you had any luck?"

"I'll sell you the show for $750,000." Howard says quickly.

Motivator laughs.  "Howard, if you had simply handed the rights over to me you would have saved that amount immediately.  But negotiations have already ended.  Tonight at 8:45 you will be sitting in jail."  She left out the part where she would be in charge of Intercrime at that time as well.

"What, you got a crystal ball or something?" Howard snarled.

"No, Howard.  Goodbye."  After considering, she decided that Howard had no future as an actor.  Oh, well.  Humiliation was extremely simple for someone like him.  Undecided, she sighs "Oh well, I'll let Harold choose how he wants to be humiliated."  She could restart production of "My Secret Romance" by the next week.  Controlling Intercrime would be fun for a while, but she already knew it would eventually bore her.  In the MEANtime, however...!  Motivator smiles.

Glancing at the clock, she begins preparations.