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1. If one views a role playing game as mix of role-playing (story telling focus) and game (tactical challenge focus), what kind of mix do you like? Well, On a guess I’d say 80-90% story, the mechanics can interact with the story and there’s a great deal of pleasure in watching a machine (even a theoretical one on paper) you make run smoothly but it can get tedious after a while, like the ticking of a clock. 2. Our site operates a policy that no PC should die without player permission. Failure, however, is another matter. A villain could get away, an innocent (or beloved) could die, calamity could happen, your PC could get the snot beaten out of him and humiliated (publicly or privately). How do you feel about the prospect of failure? What chance of failure would you like, and what type of failure would you tolerate, expect, or indeed wish? I am fine with failure that advances the story or is a direct result of my choices, actions or inaction, only failure I might have a problem with is failure because I cannot succeed but might have if only I had X more ranks in a skill or Y Feat etcetera. 3. Superheroes have great power, the power to impose their will upon the world. This can mean the chance to escape the moral complexities of the world, or it can mean even greater moral complexities. What do you want? Do you like your antagonists as well defined, clear-cut evil, or your antagonists (and protagonists) to be more ambiguous, greyscale and three dimensional? (we should note that this site does not condone vigilantes or the like) Ultimately I believe what is good and evil will always come down to personal judgement; all that really changes is how easy the choice is to make by our own opinions; that said I can be a very engaging experience when it’s a hard decision to make; though a villain who twirls his moustache is nice reorientation after a particularly dizzying moral dilemma. 4. This site is unambiguously about superheroes. However, within those parameters, there is a fairly wide canvas. Three main categories that formed are the combat focus, The investigative focus, and the Social focus (which does not necessarily mean just chatting and making friends, but social conflict too). There are other themes and sub-themes, too many to mention here. Do you have any thoughts or preferences about themes? How much combat would you like in a thread, for instance? How would you feel if combat could be avoided by a subtle approach? 31 flavours; all made from milk! I feel variety is the spice of life and don’t object to clever circumvention of problems, I do however not like to be sitting idle in the back of the march waiting for something to do; nor putting someone else in that position 5. Finally, do you have any other comments on what your priorities or preferences are in playing a RPG, and more specifically, a superhero RPG? I confess slight preference for the fantastic and surreal aspects of the genres; I would rather be exploring alien worlds or psychedelic planes than the city streets I understand the appeal of the fantasy of doing a little bit to help fix our real world problems and of being stronger and braver people than we might feel we are and speaking out where we might have held our peace.

Ulysses up until this point had remained in quiet contemplation and reflection, the voice that resounded in his mind was troubling enough, though to hear the captain bellow "It must be built" had made him feel there might be more to it than he'd first assumed. he was shocked out of his stupor when Synapse produced her Smart phone, jumping a little himself as his mind, with its limited understanding of such things, reeled from the possibility of space time spaghetti knots occurring; though after a few moments of banter and the universe not ending he relaxes a little. "So what does this cult gain from the railway not being completed...or is it a spiritual cult thing?" he asks, trying to diffuse the mounting tension a little "might be one hand doesn't know what the other is doing so they can claim plausible deniability and render some channels of inquiry useless; If they're sects are separate enough."

*"Ill try to keep it in mind for next time though Idealism and dreams are for young'ns like yourself; It falls to us old folk to be cantankerous and belligerent." Ulysses huffs in slight amusement at the large but oddly friendly face before him; as the scarlet skinned giant's efforts win him a bit more room to maneuver. "Don't let me stop you from trying though." he adds as writhes and twists with all his might, further widening the cracks but unable to shatter the earthen binds. "almost there....thanks for the help Miss, i think ill be out of here in a jiffy; so don't worry about me, I'm a bit tougher than i look."

I think he'll continue to try and free himself

I'll go with fatigue i think, Ready when you are Capt'n.

Ulysses has polydipsia, so i think the heat would have a greater effect on him in that regard, even when supplied with water, he's also got a injury so its not helping much i'd wager. so id say at best break even, at worse moderate penalty? though i might be blowing it out of proportion.

"I see...some trial and error is required...." Ulysses mutters to himself and after turning the problem over in his head settled on a somewhat simplistic solution to the complex problem, He was unwilling to let bob die just to keep his identity a secret and if the explosion that brought him here was any indication he could withstand the blasts with little more than a unpleasent stinging sensation to complain about. turning to address the lady in red he smiles merrily "well, I was trying to be a touch more subtle about it...but then again..Subtly is not what steamers are known for." he chortles before taking off at top speed down the direction of the unfinished tracks, trailing dust in his wake as he raced through the rugged terrain, eyes darting left and right as he went, looking for any untriggered explosives as he went. His stepping on one without noticing would be something he'd laugh about later, as its thunderous detonation knocked him off balance but hopping into triggering distance of a second, it seemed these were slightly more powerful...or less diluted by wibbly wobbly magicstuff as they knocked him momentarily senseless and make his shoulders ache viciously and singe his already dirty shirt taking a slightly more cautious approach as he ran along and keeping a slightly closer look out as he went. managing to find a bomb before detonating it he takes a moment to catch is breath and wipe his brow before stamping the ground to denote a safe distance and heading back towards the captain. "managed to spot one before I could set it off; third time lucky I guess. if you'd be so kind as to prepare a wagon I'd be happy to rickshaw you over on the way to taking bob t' hospital."

Ulysses spends the rest of the train ride exchanging conversation as pleasant, unobtrusive and not entirely about trains as he can make it, slightly enjoying the excuse to talk someone's ear off even inspite of the current dire circumstances, feeling his mask lending him some credibility in the otherwise surreal series of events he found himself stumbling through in this strange time he'd found himself in. breaking off to mention how nice mr fields train was despite his preference for those of his own era. it seemed like he'd barely begun to ramble before he disembarked with the patient Mrs. Fields at the terminus, making sure she arrived safely at her destination before tipping his hat and leaving at speed for the address on the note. It was much to his pleasure that he only needed to stop and pester bystanders for directions once or twice before arriving at the run down apartment complex and rapping his knuckles smartly across the sole occupied door and giving it a brisk, firm knock.

1d20+6=24 Curse this sudden streak of competence! i will choose to auto-fail twice before that real one First reflex 1d20+5=20 (forgot the plus 2.) Second Reflex 1d20+7=10 toughness save against Second explosion. 1d20+12=22

I would like to See if i can play minesweeper by running up and down the 10 mile streach of track and looking for bombs as i attempt to detonate a few with proximity. if i spot one that hasn't gone off yet and doesn't seem ready to pop i'd like to bring Captain Singh and Synapse over before poking at it further.

Ulysses remained quiet for the moment, sort of unsure how they'd managed to get across the majority of a continent and to deli before simply brushing it off as "magic" as relating to his experiences in Australia only a short while ago. taking a moment to enjoy the humorous exchange between the captain and the red lady before interjecting "I might be able to help you there, Sir, Madam." as he helps bob to lay down before getting up. "these bombs...what sets them off?" he enquires curiously, figuring that he might as well indulge the arcane urging he feels whilst it serves the purpose of getting bob the attention he needs as soon as possible. taking the time to idly brush the dust from his shoulders and shirt-front.

1d20+2=15 not Kansas! auto fail!

Ulysses, suprised by the Swiftness of which such a mass of earth could move had barely managed to bend his knees in preparation to dash out of the way before tendrils of soil and stone clamped around them and his arms up to the shoulders tightly and compacted themselves into a solid cone of dirt and debris around him around his shoulders. "I was going by your behaviour!" he retorts sharply, temper flared, and teeth grit as he begins to writhe slowly with what minute leverage, now aware of the surrounding guards from the blast that went wide he feared the damage a more explosive escape could cause he set to work prising himself free.

His mouth having just opened to try and whisper to the lady when, true to form he was cut off by another...explosion? this one was much more intense however, he could feel the wave of pressure wash over him and once the dust had cleared he found himself somewhere he'd not left himself, he barely managed to feel bewildered before the urge overtook him again, a mix of his own voice and that of something vaster still pressed at the core of his being. He was snapped from this dazed state by Uncle bobs Crying out and quickly moves to attend him, face turning slightly pale at the sight of the sliver of metal protruding from his abdomen crouching to the ground without so much as brushing the ash and dust from his shirt. being medical untrained his mind quickly scrambles looking for anything of use to offer or do for the ailing man with little luck. he simply does what he can to comfort him, wrapping one arm around his shoulder. "hold it together old chap, don't want to go agitating it now do we before you can get it seen to by a paramedic." he says having not managed to take much in from his surroundings just yet.

Reflex save 1d20+5=14

With a mighty pang of guilt for his deception, Alexander puts a hand on uncle bobs shoulders brow furrowed with guilt tinged worry "I thought i might just have been having a senile moment; I'm sorry to have worried you, I'm a just a might too foolish to admit readily to them is all." he pours a mug of tea from the simple tin pot he'd gotten from his meal and pushes it along with the milk pot and sugar shaker towards Bob "have a brew to gird yerself with." he says as he looks over the back of his chair, giving the shop a quick once over for signs of anyone else in distress over the event. "Wonder what it was all about." he muses quietly "you got any capes around these parts that might know what's going on?" Its almost on cue when the lady in red energy enters and announces herself "see bob, its not either of us, though from the sounds of it we might be needing the baking foil hats anyway." he huffs amusedly as he waits for people to pile out, politely refusing those whom offer to let him though after them "you'd best be going on ahead of me Govn'r i have a feeling they'll want to talk to you as the owner. I'm going to try and catch up with myself a bit before i head out."

Without so much as a second thought Ulysses bolts towards the hole, the intensity of the chemical fire palpable against his skin he stretches his spine to stand up as straight as he can and with a great heave of his barrel chest draws in as much air as his lungs will hold.and through pursed lips looses it on the blaze, forcing the flickering flames to receed and the chemicles to flow away from the direction the men in protective suits had headed. His forehead now beaded with sweat from the heat and exertion, along with his chest now heaving as he catches up with his breath, he spares not so much as a moment before rushing back to telegraph a clumsy swing at the woman. "You....callous child!" he growls through his dry throat.

I'd like to move back to tundra with move by action and HP surge to Clock her again with a -2/+2 power attack though with 1d20+6=9 Righteous fury has failed me again.

I would like to head over to the cavern if its still open and attempt to nullify the fire with super-breath 1d20+12=24

Alexander required little more incentive than the charming name and promise of sausages to enter the cosy eatery, Taking an immediate liking to the Boisterous Uncle bob, he reminded him of Old aquaintances and better times with his darts playing physique. "It's been far to long since i last ate any banger; that much is for certain." he chimes merrily as he takes up his eating irons but before they can be put to use he found his senses assailed by light and sound and burning heat, as if he were sat in the middle of some phantasmagorical explosion that leaving as soon as it came left a ringing reverberating voice bouncing around his skull. "Build It!" the words resounded, within him as much as they had resonated around him; Build what? Where? his mind scrambled before Bob brought him back to the moment and presence of mind to answer "Hmm? sorry, i must have been staring into space for a moment."

"You think smashing this place...hurting these people will stop this? the men who gave these orders clearly don't care about anything, this place will spring back up Fully staffed!" he growls as he strolls forth, crushing a small piece of debris under a heavy almost purposeful step "Do you think there guilt absolves you of yours?" Ulysses asks, as he feels a sense of steely hardness in his chest set around the heavyness filling his heart even as his mind filled with heat an pressure as his fists clench with audible popping of his knuckles "Anymore than your guilt will absolve me of mine?!" he bellows as he draws back and lashes out with a swift and heavy strike to the young woman's shoulder, that in a flash became a hand of curled fingers grasping momentarily at her before she, to the slight surprise of Ulysses pries herself easily free of his grasp. Taking a split second to wonder where all that anger had came from before the realization that he'd been over powered even if only for a moment gave him something of comfort, this wasn't some defenseless person he was striking, it was a dangerous and powerful super-being, one that could take all the punishment he could give and return in kind. "Old age it seems has made me an arrogant fool...Its time i stopped underestimating you." taking a brief moment to look up at the large red lady and the wave riding teenager, before casting his gaze down the hole at the men in the Hazmat suits scurrying like unearthed insects around the drums of what he assumed was toxic waste as they seeped there bile onto the earth before fixing them back onto tundras We'd all be better off if we sought redemption for ourselves instead of retribution on each other.

Alexander wasn't sure what had filled him with the urge to travel the world as of late; Perhaps he was feeling his age and wanted to make the most of his abundant free time and very understanding boss? Regardless he was glad he'd let It lead him where; he felt Wiser for his travels and more resolved than ever to do whatever he could for the betterment of those around him and there was no shortage of things to do. He'd always wanted to see the white cliffs of Dover, even after he'd left his home and crossed the Atlantic the old song had always stuck that chord when he heard it and like many people he'd put it aside and forgotten time and again. Falling years through time however had given him perspective on how fleeting it really was and made him more reluctant to shuffle such whims away and so he'd found himself a flight, a lovely little bed & breakfast near the channel tunnel station to stay in and here he was, unpacking his sweaters, shirts and trousers into a pristine set of draws. Feeling rather peckish however he soon found himself out and about looking for someplace to eat as he got himself better acquainted with the area.

1d20+26=32 Due to a misunderstanding on my part I used the wrong modifier.

Ill will reapproach Tundra counter Arguing on the way and go for another swing 1d20+8=21 Much better! If i hit i'd like to go for the grapple.

Ulysses huffs as debris rain down around him "And you think its a good idea to start hurling poison bits of earth around like small pox blankets?" his stance lowering to a more coiled one for a brief moment "I think you're just a psychopath who's latched on to a comfortable excuse to hurt people you've convinced yourself deserve it." able to smell the hypocrisy on his breath. had he not just talked himself into attacking someone who deserved it? Launching forth in an explosion of speed makes his way around the large red lady, giving her a tip of his hat in acknowledgement even as the young lady on the waterspout rides into view and allowing himself to hope for further reinforcements before locking eyes with his most recent attackers, as he drew closer he found himself suddenly noticing how young she seemed and all that righteous fury boiling in his belly turned sour and still. his resolve to make contact having drained entirely from his arm as it reached the middle of its swing his eyes screwed themselves shut and allowed his fist to sail through the empty air over her head.with the soft pneumatic hiss.