The bump crown remains with the bloodline this week! KYA-HA-HA-HA-HA~!

Hi Ganurath! I generally prefer lower power games with more personal and human sorts of stories so I would definitely lean more towards the former. When I do play more powerful characters I like to pair them with a significantly weaker character who nonetheless has power over them, typically emotionally. Flipping the power dynamic like that tickles me!

*The stealthy bump-rogue crosses the hallways with nary a sound, not even a shadow to his name. His steps take him across the labyrinthine passages of the underground chambers where the greatest treasure is to be found: The Bump Crown.

He takes it silently into his hands, no one the wiser, and steps out into the dark night, blending into the black folds of the domain of the moon.*

The Bump Crown has been stolen.

Long live the True Bump King!

*Bump!*

As the lowly bump-rogue admires his prize days later in what he foolishly considers safety and privacy, there comes a scampering and pounding of heavy metal boots. The craven and unwashed peasant recognizes danger, for a coward always knows when to run, and dashes for the window! He scarcely has its wooden-framed panes ajar when a bright light illuminates his shameful figure from below, and at the front of his hovel the door is blown off its hinges from a single kick. Oh no... it's...

THE ROYAL BUMP-MARINES!

"Mwa hah hah hah, you medieval peasants think to claim the glory of Her Royal Bumpiness? Taste the boot of our Bumperial Power Armor!"

And so, the rogue's prize was returned to its rightful owner, and his body to its rightful grave!

A new challenger approaches...

But alas, it is no longer bump day, tis Thor's Day.

Suddenly the bump-rogue... bumped his head... on the table... right next to his trusty mug of ale. He looked around, and saw the familiar surroundings of his tavern, next to all the other patrons, who talked and drank the night away like they always did on a Friday night. (Not Thor's Day.)

What a nightmare it had been. Bumperial Power Armor! How funny! Like anyone would ever wear something so garish and heavy they would not be able to move in it anymore. And what ugly colors.

Glad for this sudden realization, it had been nothing but a dream after all, the dashing rogue took his pack, the bump crown safely stashed within it, and grabbing one more bottle for the road, left the tavern to find his luck in the great bump civil war. It was time to consider his next move. Where would he go? Would he join the league of extraordinary rogues and try to retake the Crown Castle? Or perhaps he would enlist with the Crown Rangers, and patrol the borders of the lands for wanna-be pretenders who might try to gather news and troop movements.

Both sounded appealing.

It was then that a pair of lasses, done for the day with their chores on the fields, walked by, their lustrous skin reflecting in the torch light. They gave the handsome rogue a welcoming smile. And as they walked on, the pretty one looked back and gave the rogue an inviting nod.

Knowing exactly that was needed did not require any skill here. And enlisting was now a "lesser priority".

Making his own luck in the world, the rogue joined the lasses for a night of merriment and more drink.

He dearly hoped they had enough coin, though, for his purse was now empty.

The Bump Crown would be safe for another day, regardless.

*Bump!*

As much as I would love to keep this ridiculousness going, I'm on day nine of a horrible headache so I'm just gonna bump this then go back to swimming in pills.

Take a raincheck, and a nap. You can bump the next one, too. =)

Thank you, generous bump-rogue. You are a Chaotic Good man.

*Chaos!*

*CHAOS!!!*


... but good! =)

Le Bump!

I too would appreciate a chance to try out MnM3e if any GMs are interested.

Reading Uber gave me an idea for a character...

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Well, am I to conclude you are withdrawing from the game?

The game you were running offsite and weren't advertising here? Yeah. Sorry. It's not your fault.

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Oh, wow. Well, I suppose that tells me what I can expect.

Thank you.

Best of luck to you. =)

Just trying to give context to those watching the thread who didn't have any idea what we were talking about. Sorry if it came across as snippy. I really appreciated the invite, it's just... automated censorship, y'know?
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Hello if you are still interested I will be happy to host a game, it has been sometime I didn't play it. I have only third edition, it's okay for you?

I prefer to warn you, I have played M&M but never be a game master for it.
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I'd be happy to play. I only have the DCA books (was this 3rd Edition?) Newer to MnM but enjoy playing it.

I don't thin so. The core books core 3e are either the Basic Hero's Handbook or the Deluxe Hero's Handbook. I can share one if you want.

I have begun to think to the setting. For now I would go more for a universe where genuine superhero are a new in the world, either you would be in the first wave or we begin the play a decade after the first appearances when everyone has become accustomed to their existences and the first are already etablished. What do you think?
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In reply to Apregis (msg # 51):

Third edition is the only one I am familiar with so that's great for me! I've sharply limited player and GM experience with the system so I won't be able to judge you too harshly for any mistakes you make. =P

I could go either Superheroes: Day One or a decade or so later dependent on what you think makes for a better story; as long as we're not operating in the shadows of mightier heroes that make our own works seem insignificant in comparison.