OOC: This is a placeholder for JohnA1nut's new thread, GMed by Tadeusz.  :)

In reply to Tadeusz (msg # 1):

Lightning bolts leapt from cloud to cloud over the pink, cotton candy mountains.  A path over the mountains drew you.  And drew you, with a No. 2 pencil, and you fell through the path, and landed hard on your bum.

"Instantiation, complete, Xor Receiver Yarg."  The voice sounds odd.

"Correct, Xor Lord Machait." Another odd voice.

You're sitting up, on something hard, with static discharge leaping from fingers to the ground.  The air is conditioned, but stinks of various unknown scents.

OOC: Level 2 arrival.

"Uh, hey who's there?"

"Xor Receiver Yarg. We caught your unstable energy trace along the outer edge of the fourth dimensional interface.  It looked as if you were going to fly beyond and dissipate in the Temporal Sea. You were lucky."

The man? has a huge, bald head, wide eyes, and a shiny silver bodysuit.  You're sitting on a platform table high which hums underneath you.  The room is largely dark.

"I see you are one of the new Infiltrator mods. Excellent. Have you instructions on captureing the nearby village?  Its full of disgusting unmodified Humans."

Pull laser pistol in one hand, 9mm pistol in the other. Aim one at one guy, the other at another.

"Um, excuse me, I AM a disgusting unmodified human!!! Now shut yer traps before I shut them for you!!!!"

"How is this possible?" Wails the first one.  A door slides in the back of the room, and you see the other, very dimly ducking out.

Shaking, Xor Receiver raises his hands.

"Now, would you mind telling me where I'm at?"

"You are in 1982 on a personal transit pad aboard a base jump scout of the Xor Totality.

"That tells me NOTHING!!!!!! Try again, or I'll show you if there's an afterlife!!!!"

I'm losing it here. My gun is shaking.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 9):

"There's no afterlife! WHat do you want to know?"  He screams back at you.

Screw this, this guy is getting on my nerves.

"Well, how about I show you if there's an afterlife?"

SHOOT HIM!!!! A LOT!!!!!!!

So what's around me? Where am I? Anything usable?

Blammm. Blamm. Zap.

He crumples up, and falls.  Once down, he glows pale green, and then dissapears.

Hopping off the table yields a substantial spark to your foot as you leap down.  It leaves your leg tingling.

The floor is silvery metal. The wall is dark green.

There is a door behind you labelled 'Pilot Chamber', and one to your left labelled 'Storage', and one to the back the other one ducked out.  Its labelled 'pod A'.

That way. It's obviously a safe way to go. Find him and beat some information out of him.

The next room is like a barracks, or hospital wing.  A low arched ceiling of brushed aluminum, dark green walls, and metal floor hold several dozen tubes held above the floor by metal braces.  Inside each tube is a vaguely  man-shaped object of white soup.

A hand comes up from beyond the furthest one, and a bolt of twisting, turning energy zaps out.  Its sure to miss you, but then it breaks into four seperate zaps about a foot in distance from the furthest to the furthest.

One hits you in the left bicep.  Its a burning pain, and then that is gone.  You glance down and see that a hole in your jacket kevlar, and flesh has been simply disintegrated. Luckily it was only a flesh wound.  You can survive without a couple teaspoons of bicep muscle easily enough, especially as it appears self-cauterizing.

Okay, screw this. Time to start destroying things. You've seen Rambo First Blood part 2? At the end when he walks into the computer room with the M-60 and just starts blasting all their computer equipment? Yeah, that's me. Except I'm using an AK-47.

Explosive shotgun shells on anything the bullets don't take out. I'll teach these freaks to blast a hole in my arm!!!!!!

Sparks fly, shattered bits of metal spin and bend, and bolts of lightning arc about the room as you smash the room.  The enemy stands, and tries to fire, but you blast him down with two shots.

He glows, and then dissappears.

The room is destroyed, and its filling up with nasty smoke.

Now it's time to go. Find my gear, find more ammo, reload the beast.

Direction of scriff?

You smash out the flimsy, half-damaged sliding door, and enter a curved room with space to move about.  At the front are windows and heavy duty chairs.  In front of them is a blue crystal inset into its wall.  There are also buttons labelled for 'Launch' 'Land; Orbit; Jump; Weps Free; and a covered up with SD.

To your right is a ramp, and an Exit button.

You hit it, and the ramp lowers/  Now you can smell pine trees and fresh air which is  nice after the choking fumes of the burning whatever in pod A.

Skill: Hail of Destruction.

Run outside, look for my stuff. Try to heal my arm where it's got a hole in it. Is my hammer glowing?

After that, set up some animal snares and try to catch dinner. Keep my eyes open.

OOC) Sorry it's taken a while. I'm running a very persistent player on my forum. He keeps me pretty busy.

OOC: Good news about the player.

You run outside, and see a UFO shaped vehicle made out of brushed aluminum. Its standing on three sets of three tripods.  You back up, and there is a distortion in the air, and another step and its invisible.

You try to heal with magic, and it fails.  Neither is your hammer glowing.

You seem to be in a small patch of pine and other trees near a very large cornfield.

You're able to set a trap, and catch a rabbit within a half-hour.  You have other traps out as well.

You see a picnic table in a small clearing in the trees, and a path leading off toward some other sort of cultivated fields (how good is your botany?')

I think I want to get as far away from here as possible. So I'm running this direction, passed the picnic table, past the fields. Away from everything, including the probable intended referee story.

Heh, indeed. You pretty much leave the GM story in the dust.

You cross a field of corn, a road, another field of corn, and come to a stop a good five miles away.  Continuing on, at a walk, you get to a road roughly going in the direction you're going.

Its a two-lane with an orange stripe, and pale green stripes at the edges.

You travel on a while, and after about thirty minutes you see a Camaro come whizzing up to you, and pause by your side.  A blonde headed guy shouts...

"You wanna ride, dude? I'm going up to Lulla to hear Iron Maiden."

OOC) In case you've not noticed, my worlds don't have a GM story. I just present the world and let you do your thing.



"Iron Maiden? Excellent!!!" (Break into air guitar solo)

Yeah, I'll go with him. Nothing better to do.

He's a proponent of 'fast driving keeps you awake so its safer' or so he says.  What that means is a regular 25+ the speed limit and sometimes 40+.  Still, he's got a sports car and good reflexes, and  he's not overtly stupid behind the wheel.

You almost get caught by a trooper, but you spot him in time.

Three hours later, and one bag of potato chips, and you're pulling into Lulla, which is a major town on the Big Mo.    The names and places seem a bit different, but you'd put yourself in norther Missouri.

The city boasts a dozen skyscrapers, a domed rugby stadium ('Go Badgers!') which is the site of the concert.  And once you get there, the ticket price is $25, and you already know your friend, Alec, doesn't have that much to spare.

"Dude!!! What the heck are you doing??? What kind of a douchebag only drives 25 over the limit??? You better let me drive!!!!"

We can do it The Easy Way or we can do it The Hard Way. But he IS going to let me drive!!!!!

We're gonna learn the limits of his engine. 2@5 driving. (Five years delivering pizzas)



I'll pull over for the trooper. No Problem!!! And I'll introduce him to the double barrel shotgun loaded with explosive shells!!!!!!

Then, to my passenger "Dude, don't freak out!!! If they come for you, tell them I did it. Yeah, take my picture with your iPhone. I did it. I'll tell them that myself so you won't get in trouble!!!!"



You mean two hours later. Slowpoke isn't driving anymore, remember?

::Twirls finger:: "Missouri. Wow."



Give him a handful of diamonds.

"There. That should compensate you for your trouble. Now, let's see Iron Maiden!!!!!"

I should note, I don't think I've ever listened to Iron Maiden in my life. But I'm gonna have a BLAST at this concert!!!!

(Doing Therapy)
This message was last edited by the player at 19:12, Fri 30 Oct 2015.

He is not happy, but you browbeat him into letting you drive.  Its a very nice, powerful, and responsive machine.  You're hitting 120 on the long straightaways....

After a bit, he's hollering for the sheer joy of it.

He is freaked as you leave the cop on the roadside, his chest a devastated mess.  But he asks you what an Iphone is...

He takes the diamonds, and you're talking to a scalper to get tickets, and you turn around, and your driver is gone.  It looks like he's ditched you.  Its still an hour and a half untilthecobcert starts.

+@1 driving.

Go to the concert. Eat lots of concession stand food. Try to have fun.

The air is filled with excitment; three thousand young rockers; a flat space for dancing in front of the band.  The dancing splling out on both sides.

The band opens up with  El 'Dorado.

After the concert, see what else is around here. What's in the general vicinity?

(Doing Therapy)

Its early evening, and you hear several different groups where a girl is encouraging her buddies to go to a disco.  Someone else wants to take his group to Waffle House.  Others are going to Lawnside Park,and play guitar.  A few rough looking guys are going to High Hill with their skateboards.

I'm going to the Waffle House. I always said if I was on death row, my last meal would be about a dozen Waffle House pork chops. So Delicious!!!!

What's happening there?

You have to wait about ten minutes either in a chair inside along the wall, or outside with the smokers.  Once seated at the bar, the cook gives you a raised eyebrow when he hears four pork chops.

"A herd of squealers." Yells out the waitress as she fills your coffee cup.  Shortly you have your plate.  To your right is a guy reading the sports from the Lulla Tribune. To your left is a man doing a crossword puzzle while with his off-hand eating a full plate of all the way hash browns.

All the tables are filled, and as night falls, there is a good energy here.  The jukebox is blaring a mix of rock and country, and some girls dance to it down by it.

As you finish the first four, your waitress, a tired eyed, but fast moving lady asks if you want anything more.

"How about directions to a place where a guy can get into some trouble? If you don't know that, I'll settle for you telling me what time you get off work, and we can get into some trouble together."

See what she says.

"Honey, not that you ain't cute, but I get off at three in the morning.  If you're looking for the trouble i think you're looking for, try Club Echo.  But bring some cash to bribe the bouncer or get some snappy penny loafers and some parachute pants and a new 'do."

After she leaves the sports reader guy says quietly to you....

"Iffen you're seriously interested, come back tommorrow midday. Offer to take her to the West City Casino, twenty miles down the road.  She loves poker.  Says her years as a waitress...."  He shuts up as the waitress comes back.

"Want anything more?  A slice of pie?"

"Yeah, slice of chocolate pie be good."

Leave her a diamond to pay for the meal, then find a halfway decent hotel to stay in for a while.

You find something called the Happy House.  Its not quite a hotel.  It has one room for each visitor, but a fair bit of common space with little nooks for meals, TV, board games, and indoor flower gardens, and jacuzzis.

It feels Orderly.

It even has a small bar.

As you arrive, a small quartet of stringsplayers is finishing up.

Ask about getting a room for a week, maybe longer. Show them diamonds as my method of payment. And ask around about the local scene. What's around here? Where can a guy go to have some fun?

See if there's any ladies in here too.

Getting a room for a week is quite common.  As to dating, it happens, but discreetly.  Its a quiet, friendly, safe kind of place.

Now, if you want clubs....Nightfall, Disco Doubledown, and Club Echo range in price from steepish to outrageeous.

Wisterli Spelunking Club for exploring Wisterli Caverns.
There is a group of extreme sports guys you can find down at McInstosh's abandoned factory.
The SCA has a group in town.
They have two gold courses, City and Highlands.
Mini-golf and bowling lanes (2).

"Any work for blacksmiths or metalworkers anywhere?"

Otherwise, I'm going to go to my room and see if I can make ice or create darkness, or maybe warm up a glass of water. See if the magic is working.

The magic is not working.

However, you do see in the local newspaper news about an upcoming Triathlon, a request for workers at Orion Drive, Inc. "Work withthose who are going to Saturn!!", a community college semester ending; a modern art display, and a 'virtuality world interface, alpha testers needed'.

Magehammer without magic = BAD!!!!!!



Work with those going to Saturn sounds interesting. I'll check that out.

You take a taxi to ODI's main gates.  The chain link fences are a good twenty feet tall, and the guard has both sidearm and a trained police German Shepherd.  The gate is a simple white bar, and the guardhouse twice the size of a telephone booth with the dog lounging next to the shed happily.

You're let in, and walk down the sidewalk that crosses the outer two tree-spotted parking lots, D and E.  Dodging a pair of slow-moving extra-large dump trucks, you the wide doors under the MAIN ENTRANCE sign.  Immediately you see a two story tall, fifty foot wide circle hanging by numerous wires from the high ceiling inside.

A sign describing the thing hangs nearby. Another sign leads toward a muesum, and another leads to classrooms, and finally one more to Interview A2 whichis your destination.  Also to your right is the Stellar Cafe with a football game going on.