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I'll give the game til Tuesday before I call time of death.
Hopefully we can get back into the game starting tomorrow...perhaps I can run one of the flashback missions.
Whoo-R-YOU wrote: either that or the post died even with my new life injected into it. thats what you get for killing me so fast lol Holidays always get slow, I have one game on hold right now cuz half the people in it are away til the 4th
People gone for the holidays?
Whoo-R-YOU wrote: ** spoiler omitted **
Chuckles, Whoo, & Whatt you have been decanted to Debriefing. Apparently there was some sort of ambush, somehow Liam survived, and is sitting at the head of the table with James-U-SSR.
"Team, it appears the Commies were too much for your group. Please file your reports, I have dispatched a Vulture Squad to clean-up after you." he says disappointedly, "I have also assigned a new unit to investigate the communication interruption. I'll see about assigning you something more simple, perhaps a milk run."
Set a spoiler with your report, accusations, evidence, etc.
Liam,
Waiting on a certain player's response
Whoo:
Liam:
Chuckles:
Whatt:
Chuckles-R-DRR wrote: GM of PZO Sector-Alpha Complex wrote: Chuckles: ** spoiler omitted **
Liam: ** spoiler omitted **
Whatt: ** spoiler omitted **
GM only:
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Chuckles:
Liam:
Whatt:
Chuckles:
Whatt:
Liam-R-PZO wrote: GM:** spoiler omitted **
Liam-R-PZO wrote: "GAH! MY EYES! I CAN'T SEE MY EYES!"
GM:** spoiler omitted **
The scene goes from high noon at midnight in tombstone, to one of pure chaos, everyone is shouting over each other, the light swings toward the vents as it captures the maniacal machinations of your Happiness Officer, the slugthrower is swinging every which way, as the light shines on the vent, shots ring out, everyone is blinded by the white phosphorous rounds striking the vents and flaring up, you suddenly hear someone begin to scream in pain, dozens of rounds fly about the room, You hear one pierce a thin piece of plastic, then suddenly there's a extreme heat to your right sides...a burning heat as the Fire retardant material of the flame globes cases suddenly catches fire...little too much napalm in the retardant...
Whoo:
Liam:
Whatt:
Chuckles:
You hear several botbrains screeching "What happened? My visual sensors are malfunctioning.
GM
Just waiting for a post from Liam before all hell breaks lose...or maybe it doesn't...
Whatt:
Liam:
A Light shines into the room, illuminating papers blowing around from the AC units, you note the room to be quite chilly.
Whoo:
Everyone is being too cooperative...if this keeps up, I'll have to change it to a D&D game...
Chuckles:
Whoo:
Liam: yes [spoiler]you have to turn it on though, and figure out where the light is. Whatt's hand flamer has a pinpoint light for the primer flame.
Chuckles: Not that you can tell
Whatt: The door doesn't open
Go ahead and post all visual information in ]spoilers[ since it's dark...
Chuckles:
The door slides open Chuckles slithers forward as Whoo covers him, Such efficiency is rarely seen, the room is completely black and no lights are on. you think you see some movement inside the room from the light from the hallway. The door closes from the hallway, leaving you in complete darkness...
Team Leader, please go ahead and make you plan for the assault.
Chuckles, Whatt, Liam
OK I need a headcount before we continue, I think we have 4 players again now.
Chuckles
Who
Liam and
Whatt
Whoops are you still lurking around?
I will assume the others got lost on the way to this door, so IF you've been gone to do Real life, and want to jump back in, feel free to come jogging around the corner.
Chuckles-R-DRR wrote: GM Only:
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TREASON POINT!!
So, no one is interested in playing the most fun game in the world? Backstabbing other players, being completely silly and not caring about the real mission, all you really care about is your secret society and not letting the computer find out you're really a treasonous mutant, while trying to prove the rest of the team is composed of traitorous mutants who sabotaged the mission!
Everyone who doesn't join the game is a traitorous mutant commie scum, go execute yourself...
Have a nice day..
The hallway is completely silent for a moment after Whoo-R-You-1 arrives. Showtime!
Whatt:
Liam:
Chuckles:
Whatt: You receive orders to wait for back-up as you reach the door.
Liam-R-PZO wrote: Liam keeps the camera trained on Chuckles while lifting his weapons into view of the camera. "Well, obviously I have this knife. Like all Troubleshooters, I have a laser pistol. Ah, yes, I have also been given the honor of testing out the Flazer. Now, which pocket was that in..."
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I need at least one more player to keep my game going efficiently. I still have 3 full-time players, I need one more, and would like 3 more.
I'm trying to get more people to join.
Liam:
Chuckles:
Whatt sets off at a furious pace...It's as if the Computer itself is looking over his shoulder, his stride is purposeful and his demeanor is computery than thou! Such Zaelotry you've never seen before!
Liam-R-PZO wrote: Liam focuses in on Whatt's face.
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Whatt-R-BTL wrote: Whatt nods and gives a quick salute to James. "Yes, sir! Okay, team, since we have all our gear, let us head out to the elevator and get started on our mission. For the Glory of The Computer!" He makes sure that Liam has his camera on him as he smiles and makes the four pointed symbol on his chest. He pulls his PDL out of his pocket and holds it up with a delerious smile. "I think this would be the best way to proceed..." Whatt starts pressing buttons.
GM Only
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As he pinks away, he speaks to Liam's camera "The Computer giveth us the tools to do that which is Proper in His Sight!"
Well it's that time again, I've lost a couple more players in my Paranoia game, I'm trying to keep it at 6 players, so each MDB is full...so if you're looking to laugh and backstab your "friends" let me know...
Sorry guys, was sick the last 3 days, I'll try to recruit new people...again...in the meantime
Also sorry to see you go SAM...was real fun
Liam-R-PZO wrote: Liam stops recording the Ultraviolet citizen long enough to get a good shot of Sam getting dragged away. He then focuses in on Whatt's face. "And thus, the mantle of Team Leader has been passed, and the hunt shall continue."
Who's still playing this game? Headcount please.
As if on cue, Whatt's PDC beeps an email receipt.

Chuckles-R-DRR wrote: Liam-R-PZO wrote: GM:** spoiler omitted **
Liam returns with his items and a knife, which he waves through the air haphazardly. "What do you do with a mutant commie, what do you do with a mutant commie, what do you do with a mutant commie early in the workday? Stab in the face and through the skull, stab in the face and- He turns to face Chuckles and places his hand on his shoulder and absentmindedly waves the knife at Chuckles' face. "Hey, Chuckles. Can you spare a few of those pills? Those forms wore a bit of the happy off. YOU BETTER DISPOSE OF THOSE FORMS PROPERLY! IT'S MY JOB!", he yells towards the PDC attendant.
Chuckles pats Liam on the shoulder and tells him, "You, Liam? Lighten up, chum. I remember giving you a double dose of happiness, it shouldn't have worn off already. ::hyuk hyuk:: Hey! I know what'll cheer ya up! Some good ol' jumping jacks! one TWO one TWO one TWO! Come on, Liam! You can do it! Let those endorphins go to work for ya!" Chuckles starts to believe his own hype and breaks into a jumping jacks routine, huffing and puffing, with a toothsome grin plastered on his red face.
Whatt:
Whatt: You receive another message on your PDC:
Liam-R-PZO wrote: GM:** spoiler omitted **
Liam returns with his items and a knife, which he waves through the air haphazardly. "What do you do with a mutant commie, what do you do with a mutant commie, what do you do with a mutant commie early in the workday? Stab in the face and through the skull, stab in the face and- He turns to face Chuckles and places his hand on his shoulder and absentmindedly waves the knife at Chuckles' face. "Hey, Chuckles. Can you spare a few of those pills? Those forms wore a bit of the happy off. YOU BETTER DISPOSE OF THOSE FORMS PROPERLY! IT'S MY JOB!", he yells towards the PDC attendant.
MWUAHAHAHHAHHHAHAH Liam:
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