Supercape

23 for TOughness save Just made it

OOC for this.

March 13th, 2024 Claremont Academy, students residence Golden Star had booted up his Nintendo 64. It was supposedly cursed. But Blackstaff had sorted that out. Probably. And probably was surely good enough. The psychic twins Cerebral and Cerebrum had stuck their head in through the door to see what was going on. The Nintendo fizzed when plugged in, and flickered half the lights of the students residence. Booting up? What was booting up? It was taking its damn time that was for sure. As it loaded (at a relatively glacial pace), the machine displayed pixellated art: Of machine guns, of evil villains in evil costumes, of lightning bolts, of dark towers with screaming damsels in distress at the top, of a city ruined by warfare, awash with tanks and mines. It all looked very archiac, and very violent. In a quaint way. The images had a certain... hypnotic... quality to them. It was hard to drag your eyes away from the screen, despite (or maybe because) of the antique pixel graphics...

GM The doctor was still convulsing in the chair as Jean wheeled him through the lab and into the shower. The water was ice cold - and colder still. Enough to freeze skin; and it was fortunate none splashed on Jean. But on the Doctor the water merely sizzled and ran down his skin. Sizzled. That was how hot the doctor was! It seemed to do the trick though; cooling the doctor and terminating the seizure. Whatever was going on with the doctor seemed to have slowed, even stalled. His temperature seemed, for the moment, in a reasonably healthy equilibruim; the shower and his metabolism fighting for dominance but without any winner. The Doctor snapped open his eyes, and glared at Jean with mad intensity. "I was meant to fool you! Did I fool you? Tell me! Did I fool you? Did you think I was doctor North?"

Predator - Unharmed - 2 HP

Inventor feat normally takes hours (or days) to build a machine. Would you be willing to spend an HP to have that coolant "on hand"? Otherwise you could try a craft (chemical) roll to whip one up quickly.

GM And so... The town of Tez was rid of curses. The strange swamp receded over the coming months, and the diseases and infections that ran rampant throug the city started to recede with it. Even the biker gangs, deprived of their source of income, still conceded that it was better to live healthy and poor than rich and coughing up your guts in a feverish pool of sweat. The smugglers, however, did not stop. For all the decursing blackstaff did, he and Amritage noted that someone was still trying to flood America with curses. But who? Not the smugglers. Mr Silk, the mastermind smuggler had much bigger problems in Hong Kong. He soon pulled out of the whole deal. But someone else had an agenda... and there were other ways to get cursed items into America. Somewhere, the swamp would return! To be continued!.... ~ Fin ~

Starshot ...psychic... attacks... ...New... Starshot had no experience dealing with this. The uncanny and disturbing tendrils stroking his brain. He had hunted thousands of animals and beasts but none had psychic powers. "...hrgh... get out..." he muttered. He was a determined man by nature, but it took every ounce of determination to eject the intruder and roll to cover...

Great! For move action starship will scrabble (still prone but has prone fighting) to full cover

Enough for a diagnosis as per ic! Maybe some ideas for next pp award / update?

GM "What? Before? Can't... remember... ugh.... hot..." The doctors pulse was approaching 200, his respiratory rate was nearly sixty. His temperature? Warm to the touch... no, hot tother touch. The doctors metabolism had shot off the scale. No human could survive this. He was a candidate for spontaneous combustion... To emphasise the point, hus body started convulsing, in the grip of a full blown tonic clonic seizure. And his strength! The convulsions threatened to break the chair!

GIven he hasnt got much concentration, lets see if he can escape! https://orokos.com/roll/1005045 = 20 result, not bad.

GM "Do you know what he did to me?" screamed Wrack, face livid. "Cut my hair! Over and over again! He FARMED me!" She caught her breath - wheezing, straining. The curvature of her spine did not suit exertion of her lungs. When she recovered, her words were suitably softer in volume, yet still acidic! "My hair is magic. A witch, they called me, thanks to my hair. Its part of me, losing it is... whats the way to describe it. Cutting my hair is like having a tooth pulled. Do you like having a tooth pulled? over and over again?" "Pfah! Young, pretty, powerful.. and immortal! Well, some have all the luck don't they?" She calmed, slightly. "But thankyou for saving me. Both of you. I am in your debt. But... if you don't want to kill this toad..." she glared at Mr. Silk. "Then what are you going to do with him? And how are we getting out of here?"

Predator - Bruised - 3 HP

Up to you ! at this point its whatever is most cool and suits your character and future development.

25 on Dr Norths? Attack roll and DC 23 Toughness Save. Brutal, as not in battlesuit, but fear not - we are not in combat, that was a wild swing. What Predator does know is that Dr North is faster and stronger than any human.

GM "On our way..." came the response of the paramedical team. ETA, 1 minute. Doctor North sat down, and looked quite ill. His skin was almost alabaster white, his eyes blood shot red. "Who am I? Who am I?" he kept mumbling. His wandering eyes eventually found a lock on Predator. He started scrabbling at his chest, tearing away his drab clothes, nails scratching red lines across his sternum. "It's in me... alive! Hot! So Hot!" His pupils were dilated - he paused, one second, then swung out a raregful fists at Predator!

Spooky! Feel free to take that and do with it what you will!

We are at wrap point @Spacefurryand @Poncho Any last posts? In particular, what is Blackstaff doing with the cursed objects and his newfound Gender?

GM There was more discussion in Cantonese. Befuddled, confused discussion. Whatever the four men had been expecting, it wasnt a superhero and an elderly professor talking about a gender-swapped magician and a giant anaconda with the head of a snake. Eventually, they seemed to come to some kind of consensus. "You not see us, we not see you. This no longer our business. Bye-bye." With that curt conclusion to the matter, the speed boat turned around and made for the open sea.

GM The chains were firm, the bonds were tight, but the locks? The locks were no match for Madame Raven. With a clunk, they fell the floor. Wrack rubber her wrists - the skin was read with weals. "I'm Wrack," she said with a nod. "When I was born, they said it looked like I had been on one..." There was a spanish lilt to her accent, but it was faint. "Called a Witch, I was. Maybe I am one, too. Given I do not age. Ah! Pain upon pain through the ages. Wracked with pain, you might say. My back..." She rubber her lumbar region, wincing. The twisted spine certainly looked pretty painful, even from the outside. "Murk sent you? Looks like that piece of paper was worth something after all. But know this - I am in your debt, whether or not you signed that paper. And as for that fat man..." she added glaring at the unconscious form of Mr Silk. "How do you think we should kill him? quick or slow?"

Gamma Buzz That, thought Baltazar Botez, was a very good question. Lamentably, he did not have a very good answer. "Hey, that's a bit personal, isnt it? I am fully sort of human, if you must know, Just a kid from mexico who was... ahhhh.... fortunate enough to get amazing radiation powers that are not only amazing, but amazingly amazing!" He shuffled his feet. "And a few minor cockroach powers which I am sure arent interesting..." he added with a wave of his hands. "They might have completely changed my biochemistry and appearance a little bit, but its nothing to speak of!"

GM With a TWANG of the bowstring! With a THWIP! of a flying arrow! And finally a SQUELSH! of a blob of foam! The thug was encased in hardening foam. His clothes were ruined, and his eyes expressed more surprise than fear. Slowly, he started to topple backwards, frozen in place. With a THUD! he hit the ground, still helpless. As for the homeless, they scattered! some even dropped their brown papers bags, sending the cheap liquor splattering with the TINKLE! of shattered glass. As for the pale bald woman, she barely reacted, looking quite alive, but with all the reactions of a hypnotised zombie.

We can assume that a tie up its only a minion. Post away!

Haven Haven pressed his virtual fingers to his virtual forehead. The Wizard of Oz strikes again. He had no wish to manipulate the Lion, but he needed the white list. "What do you serve then?" he asked, scanning the menu. "And what makes you so scared, sir? Surely there is nothing to fear in this land of peace and tranquility? Every pixel, every byte, seems very well protected, no?" Did the Lion even know he was a computer pogramme? "It sounds to me like you are in need of some.... courage....?" It felt manipulative, and it felt cheesy. But he said it all the same; for something was beyond the facade --- and he needed to know what it was!