Marcus "Big Papa" Edwards's page

As much as you are pleased with as as players, I at least am with you as storyteller.

As Sundakan, I will mourn the loss of Marcus, but I will always keep the hope of someday returning.

Regarding your idea, I like Chrono Trigger. I like FR. And I do like space time shenanigans.
So you could say I'm game and his five siblings gamey, gameian, gamerisiel, games and fred.

Always ready, scout, Marcus keeps watch waiting for CO Scruffy's return.

Ad Victoriam.

Marcus wants to die killing one of those in singular combat.

Once again, rest your head Greentea! We know it's hard and directing a game takes time and effort.

I, for one, will wait as long as it gets because I'm really enjoying it so far.

Papa, who was absent-minded already calculating appropiate fixes for a desaliznizator and a rig, claps Fitz in the back and smiles "You got whatcha want, Iron Man. We be Fixers instead of Mercs."

All clear here to go sailing!

While Spencer is right in what we have done, I do believe his analysis of our "alignment" and "karma" is wrong.

We undoubtedly have done more good than evil, but what we truly are good at is chaos. Chaos oriented to good, but chaos after all.

So we sit comfortably at Chaotic A&%%~@~s with a Heart of Gold.

o.O

Also, it's the Slavers we should take out. Even if we killed all the seasalt in one blow, that just makes the Slaver gang stronger.

Actually Tommy boy is right.

And I have an idea stupid enough it might just work: why instead of making the Seasalts hate us... don't we just earn their trust, find the best-hearted one and "promote" him to leadership?

I'd rather have a strong faction working with us rather than adding a whole city to the "To Nuke" List.

Well, I wouldn't betray them right away because we want the Mesmetron -it's more dangerous than a faction from Bandit City getting more oil- and we need help.

And even if we didn't need help, there's the fact that if we anger a whole faction they will f~%! us over the Mesmetron real hard.

That said, we could try to rig it to explode/malfunction BUT activated via our pip-boy and from a distance, and when we get the Mesmetron... screw them good.

"Well Mr. Razor, I do believe my curiosity may have jumped the trigger. I didn't want to offend you, I am just straightforward and honest. So please accept my most sincere apologizes."

"That said, my comoanions have spoken the truth... but there is more to it than us being some of the best warriors you can find. My fella Fitz and I are real good fixin' machines, and creatin' new ones. We are real Fixers."

The knight turns to point at the rest in order "Spencer boy could track you under heavy rad-rain even if you tried yo best to hide with another 20 people. Tommy has a way with words, I shit you not, he convinced Judge Donald not only to free us but to give us free citizenship in Kingdom and fire a noisy guard in the process. Aeryicka can patch you uo better than most docs, Badger is only visible now because he wants too. And my man Mickey... he eats raiders for breakfast. And he's right, we bw the best you can get."

"But first, I can't be the only one to be wondering this... why Mr.Razor? Why Seasalts? And why turqoise?" interrupts Papa

Papa takes off his helmet to show a big smile and wink at Lucy before briefly the power armor to let her do the searching. When his steel skin is back on, the knight turns to the guards keeping the weapons "I only have that rifle over there and this sword here, and I very much would like to keep it. Trust me, we wouldn't try anything fishy, not even if the guards were less trained and formidable than you."

I lose nothing by trying

Persuasion: 1d6 ⇒ 11d6 ⇒ 5

When EH-RK reminds him of his programming, the big man claps him in the back and whispers "I do EH, I do... And remember I still can punch damn right. But let's hope you don't have to bring justice to commies while the rest are unarmed"

I was waiting for the rest to speak and the group to arrive at the "comfortable place" before making any decissions.

That said, I would be game if we decide on taking out the Slavers... but taking over the Seasalta don't match Papa's morals.

So what do you guys say (obviously pending to speak IC), wanna hunt a mesmetron and kill lotsa slavers?

Only if I can act as Aeryick's bodyguard while I refer to Cray as her "Glorious Stand: Curayido".
And every time something weird happens somebody has to say "This must be the work of an enemy stand."

Remember kids, looking dangerous can protect better than a good X-01 armor, but looking dangerous AND crazy is like Liberty Prime's best buddy levels of protection.

I'll deduct the toll and bribe... which amounts to 200 + 7*50... 550 caps.

"Well, we can talk about what we look for when we are accomodated. Tell me, who were those freaks with the tattooed S... I don't like them." says Papa, still reserving his right to talk about the Mesmetron. "And how much for women and children slaves? I may be interested on those too... and work. You can never earn 'nuff caps, eh?" he jokes with the guard.

Yeah, of course they are but I meant something like the Idolized/Vilified mechanic made edge.

For example, Marcus is respected among the Brotherhood and probably feared among deathclaws and yao guais. If there are people who have heard of our doings they may be more easily convinced or scared.

Anyway, there are still to many skills and edges I want to pick to make Marcus the rugged and tough sonuva he aspires to be. And improving spirit/vigor.... too many stuff to pick from.

It just struck me... are there any edges that build off Reputation and "legends" of yourself? I mean something akin of your name preceding you and helping you make your way with words with some people... or scare the shit out of others.

Marcus follows the woman with his eyes, then Thomas, then the guards try at extortion and finally he watches the overtly stupid try at robbery.

Walking up until he forces himself non-threathenly (not much threathenly that he may look usually), he puts his hands on his waist but he keeps his right close to Maria's grip.
"Well, let's not make this half assed attempt at a toll into a bloodshed that everybody will lament afterwards. And trust me, I won't lament much." he says as he stares under his power helmet at his interloper.

Taking out a bunch o' caps the big Senior Knight continues.
"We will give you 50 caps each and we will enter, and we will consider each other real good friends. The alternative is we give you nothin', you try to scare and taunt us with no result and later you attempt to stab us on our sleep. Wich would result in you finding a nasty surprise covered in power armor instead of good intentions, wielding a weapon that makes your boss' rippers look like butter knives instead of wielding a bribe. finishes Papa as friendly claps the guard in the shoulder "So what, we got a deal?"

Persuasion: 1d6 ⇒ 61d6 ⇒ 5
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Fear my challenge to your romantic dominance, Tommy boy, Papa's got a silver tongue
"By the way, you seem nicer than does S-guys. I'll give you in particular another 200 caps if you come with us for a nice tour. Complete with guiding, explanations and recommendations. Hell, I might even invite you to a cold drink. What's your name, boy? Or you are only Big Brahmin? Mine's Marcus, but they call me Big Papa."

I just hope she prefers the big, muscled, justice driven but astoundishingly intelligent kind of men because if we are talking pure attractive I'll have to rip you in half to win.

But don't worry... I am 76% sure I wouldn't do it. 74%, actually.

Okey, I am thinking on Papa falling for this dangerous looking, dual rippers wielding gal.

I mean, he likes chainsaw edged swords at least as much as she does. And armor. And using said implements. It's a match made in heaven!

Papa packs his rifle with the ammo, as well as his caps and Maria and leaves the rest in the Van.

Seeing Aeryicka grab the armor the Knight walks up and asks her "Wanna let me give a shot at fixing it up for you?"

Repair: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 51d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Using the leather that would be in excess for his friend as well as one of the van's seatbelts, Marcus cuts it and fashions a tightening belt for her armor.

Oh, I have only played a few hours. I spent most of it turning my hometown into a base for crafting stuff. Then I needed a crystal to build a radio, so I ventured into town, a raider shot me, and I died.

Survival mode is a b~~#%.

Tomorrow my live Pathfinder group switches to SW Fallout! I'm sending out another batch of vaulties into the waste!

So, I've done a rest stop, and I've done a school...where should I abandon THIS group to?

How about a Newspaper's Building? That way they can find old "tomes" speaking of the mostly dreadful but seemiingly random Florida Man's horrible acts!

Even though I agree almost completely with your opinions, I must say that I will alway appreciate having the option of being Mr. or Ms. Smartass.

I won't explain when or where because Greentea may have not reached that point, but having your character say a Doctor "Can you repeat that phrase this way: Iiiigor, fetch me the brain?" was priceless.

Marcus looks towards the cave's entrance but his sight seems to be fixed beyond. A few seconds pass before the knight turns and answer the question.

"Huh? Ah, radstorms. Yeah, a couple hours if we are lucky. A day or two if not. Maybe even a whole week if it's real charged. Maya would have known better, she loved 'em."

"It's been years since I last thought 'bout her. I'd like to say we had a beautiful story of unchained love and passion like the holosoap operas, heh..."
"Truth is we got ended together out of fear for our lives. Instinct, I guess."

The knight removes the campfire logs before continuing.

"Back when I was an apprentice knight I usually ended getting all the boring missions, partly because I didn't follow orders well so CO didn't trust me enough. Anyway, there we were, a group of three B-Class civs plus me, Mac and another would-be paladin, being escorted to research an abandoned factory north of Dome cuz the B-Class had heard rumours of fusion cores and energy cells there in bulk, some kind of incognito army stash."

"They only allowed me to go because they expected machinery in need of fixing, but man was I glad. It was my first "Sweep & Retrieve" mission and I thought I would find some prototype plasma rifle, or a new power armor. Thing is that shit factory turned out to be real huge. And I mean huge as f*!#: 5 floors plus at least 10 underground sublevels."
"With my usual smartassery I managed to get myself separated from the rest while I was expecting some prewar ammo assembly line, but Maya stayed with me. She wanted to explore deeper, and the place wasn't dangerous as the deffenses were offline, and so we did."

Papa sighs before continuing "A bold move, fo'sure. Not even three rooms after that I touched what I shouldn't and a gas pipe blew up. The following cave in left us caught inside a room not bigger than the van, with the roof crunching and water leaking. We rationed our supplies and drank from the leak but three days later we had nothing. I was only a big dumb child, and she was only a couple years older... and I couldn't stop crying."
"She simply hugged me until I calmed and then, well, I won't finish the story with childs around."

"Mac and the rest managed to find and save us, and we didn't talk about what happened afterwards. Then a month or so later the B-Class returned to the base and we met at night again. We been like that for almost two years, but I fell in love... and seeing Mac and Maria together made me envy 'em."

"I had to f&&+ up real bad because after we spoke she never came back again. I just wish wherever she is, she is doing well."

Beautiful hook you gave me there... I choose love for my interlude. Will post as soon as possible.

Papa got Trademark Weapon(Maria). Because seriously, that's the definition of a trademark weapon.

You have all my support with that character, but you have to wear a motorcycle size cowboy hat.

A pet peeve of mine.

Marcus cleans his power fists off blood and gore, and so does he with the blade. He revs it up a few times to shake the last off.

Exploring the cave, the Kknight feels enraptured at the sight of the motorcycle. "I... I always wanted one of these! Maaaan, they are as neat as in the holotapes!" he says as he inspects and probes the thing. "I think I can get this beauty in working condition, hell yeah! Sans for tires, but we can worry about that later hahahah! Knight Papa and his trusty booming steed!"
The knight seems to glow in joy, a long kept wish finally fulfilled.

Then the storm starts to threathen them, and Papa decides to leave the bike alone for a while. "Any of you know how to start a fire without smoking us all? I feel like dinning Yao Guai Mignon tonight. Speaking of which, we should take these poor sods out... but first things first, both their claws and meat are pricey. And we can always thank more caps."

After "scavenging" the Guais to their hearts content(which I'll let the group and Greentea explain/decide in Discussion), Papa asks EH-RK for help moving the things out.

When both return, the Knight starts working on the bike with Fitz while he smokes a cigarette.
"Let a professional Senior Knight handle this, Iron Man" jokes Papa.

Addiction: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d6 ⇒ 4
Bike repair, no tools: 1d8 - 4 ⇒ (8) - 4 = 41d6 - 4 ⇒ (6) - 4 = 2
The Mechanic came to town: 1d8 ⇒ 41d6 ⇒ 1
Total of 8: a success and a raise!

I know, I know, but remember I have d12+1 STR from power armor

Unshake: 1d6 ⇒ 31d6 ⇒ 3
Screw it. Benny to unshake.

Marcus shrugs the pain, the power armor's internal shock systems distributing almost all of the blow's power and locking him in place.

The knight angrily punches the bear as he says "That could have hurt, Winnie!" before he brings down his sword.

Punch is flavour text, Wild Attack at +3 (2 wild, 1 gang up)

Wild Fighting : 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Snake eyes... Benny.
Wild Fighting: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 61d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (8) + (3) + 3 = 14
This is unnecesary but appreciated: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Heh, at least they ask about far away historical figures or facts, here in Spain there's a Youtube channel which interviews youngsters either when they are shopping or out partying.

You'd be surprised how many of them don't know who was the dictator that "governed" for 40 years straight only until '76. Or who was our first president.

Blessed ignorance...

Yo guys, Happy July 4th to all! I'll pop a beer in your honour. A good one, to boot.

After the giant yao falls under the cuckoo's assault Papa can't believe his eyes "A bird... it's a bear killing bird..." as he moves and tries to rip the next yao guai in half.
Moving to (V,19) and Wild Attacking (V,18)

Wild Fightan: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 111d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
11. Hit and raise. If he survives the hit, gotta resist the slam dunk

Damage: 1d8 + 1d12 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + (5) + 1 + 2 = 12
Raisin': 1d6 ⇒ 5
17. AP5

Like that time Spencer ate a grenade and shat freedom.

I... need sleep. I moved Papa, attacking the G closest to Badger.

Next time they'll learn from Fitz and me and keep a sane balance between melee obliteration and ranged vaporization.

Papa dances with the bear's attacks, growing more comfortable with his new metal skin each passing day.

The knight draws his sword and grabs it with both hands. The sword falls savagely, with the power armor increasing the power behind it.
"Keep your ground, guys... and bear with me!" yells Papa with a stupidly stupid grin.
Wild Fighting: 1d10 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 2 = 31d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 2 = 2

... benny

Wild Benny: 1d10 ⇒ 101d6 ⇒ 4
RIP AND TEAR: 1d10 ⇒ 2
12. That's a raise. Which means Super Slam edge kicks in... if the bear survives

Damage: 1d8 + 1d12 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + (8) + 1 + 2 = 17
Total: 17 with AP5

And remember aaaall the puns that exist with the words "bear" and "beast"!

No offense taken, anyway I've been dying to test Maria since I built her.

Screw being the designated driver! I want to cleave things!

Now think about it... who's going to believe that a van with a Power Armored driver, a metal armed plasmaslinger, tough scarred SWAT officer, an NCR ranger, a totally not thief, a suave lawyer, a fascist robot and a little girl with a bird drived up to them and shot a ghoul to death while yelling "Brotherhood!" And "Everybody shot at least once, no bystanders"?

We aren't the PCs today, we are a f###ing Weird Waste random encounter.

Papa revs the Van and yells "Now or never! Go go go!" but he waits until the others shot before driving off "EH-RK! Come back!"

Delaying until everybody, including Hogan, has acted but before the rest of guards.

Drive 4 your life: 1d6 ⇒ 61d6 ⇒ 3
Need For Speed: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Need For Speed 2: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Take that, Nascar! You got nothing on me!

Also, if you so much as insinuate Trump might win again on my thread, you lose 20 experience.

Man, give me some leeway. I just ended election time here and despite all the corruption, crimes and shit the right wing won... with even more elected members than six months ago.

I do hope Trump gets, well, trumped. You know, because I love playing the post-apocalyptic games... not living them.

I do know about the Redcoats much to your surprise. I'm only bad at Geography, History do amaze me.

That said, we should repeat this conversation once the post n. 2016 arrives. Will that be the Trumpost or not? *Dum dum duuum*

Fitzie Fitz's right. Plan's to McAuto Hogan and wheel it real fast.

That way we may, and only may, free the poor driver from harsh discusions with his boss.

"Do you really think I am so dumb as to attack a caravan AND say we were the Brotherhood of Steel right after my promotion? Clearly they were trying to frame us. Betcha they were those damned Enclaves."

In my defense... Marcus is a smart guy. I am not.

Guessed so, but hey! We are the good guys! If we assault and snipe a caravan we at least yell that we are good, this way our minds are clear of any and all possible guilt

As the van closes to the caravan, Papa starts yelling "The hell you think you are doing! We are the motherf#~#ing Brotherhood of Steel,not raiders! Drop your guns and surrender the ghoul! He is a wanted murderer!"

As shit seems to have hit the fan thoroughly, is Marcus attempt at diplomacy just a footnote or should I try to roll persuasion?

The Knight doesn't slow though, and he tries to maneuver the van to the side that Hogan is hiding and tell the group "If they don't stop firing, we do it gangsta style. I drive close, you drive by pop pop pop and the muthaf@%!a drop!"

Drive: 1d6 ⇒ 51d6 ⇒ 5
Beautiful dubs there. Beautiful indeed

"Copy'd, boss!" simply answers the Knight as he slams down the pedal and drives towards the caravan.

Drive... because speed I guess: 1d6 ⇒ 21d6 ⇒ 5

I feel ya, Fitz. I wish we had some kind of laser/plasma long range rifle... on the other hand we could pick one, recalibrate the focusing crystals, shortwire the microfusion cell commutator to improve the flux at the expense of more heating exhaust and maybe add a fusion core instead of batteries to ramp up the voltage. And never forget reprogramming the on-board targetting system to add at least 27% better accuracy. That way maybe the rifle could shot further and with more punch at the cost of reduced rate of fire and ammo expense.

Ahhh, the NV Ranger armor... how much do I love it.
I must say that I recently got my hands on a link to the game plus all add-ons, and have been playing like mad through it. And I wasn't happy enough until I got the key to the Ranger Safehouse and finally donned their armor.

That's it, til I found the Eilte Riot Gear. Then my heart was full of joy.

And I can't lie, since I started playing it I've been having many an idea for characters that would take Papa's place if we do find anything big and bag enough to bring him down.
That's why I gotta ask... what would be the equivalent to the NCR Ranger or preferably, the Elite Riot one? I'd do it mostly for aesthetics, though, so stats aren't that important.

I do believe we have mixed feelings about it, mostly because Mickey wants (and deserves) justice.

I'll go ahead and say Marcus opinion: we go to the caravan, explain the situation and ask for the killer to be handed to us. If that goes smoothly, we bring him to a place where we can "judge" him and give him the chance to explain his motives.
And Mickey gets to execute him publicly and righteously.

That's it, if the caravan hands Hogan... if not, well... I don't know.