What about Trail of Cthulhu? Ever tried one of those adventures? Are they good? I was having a look at the Book of Unremitting Horror and it was... horrifying. Never heard of it until your post. I'll meander over and take a look.
I fully expect Goose will be in Endgame. And some explanation will be given eventually for where he's been since Captain Marvel.The first time we see Ant-Man, he will come riding in on Goose. Goose is the driver. ;)
Alamo started up "Taco Tuesdays" aimed at the Tuesdays after initial release. $8 tickets plus, y'know, tacos, for Captain Marvel is something I'm trying to talk Missus Turin into going to see this coming Tuesday.
My daughter, who goes by Crookshanks on the boards, has started playing Fallout 4, she's still learning but she successfully gunned down the Deathclaw with her minigun her first try, so good for her! Nicely done, Crookshanks! On my first try the deathclaw ate my face, power armor and all. ;)
6-17 February 2288 "I severely overestimated my programming capabilities. Jackson's Ada has intelligence programming better than Cruz's, let alone anything I can put together. Now I have a 'spare' artillery assaultron roaming about Spectacle Island. The amount of adhesive it takes to assemble one of the fully hydraulic models is staggering. The 'mayoral version' takes a fourth as much. Granted, it has about a third of the armor and nowhere near the strength, so there is a trade-off. "Instead I went from settlement to settlement helping them fend off whatever nuisances were bothering them, took care of them by carefully applied violence and welcomed them into the budding nation of Massachusetts. "Professor Goodfeels' dormant programming was easy enough to wake up. He is the mayor of Sunshine Tidings Co-op. "Strong was telling anyone who would listen, including that tapioca DJ on Diamond City radio, that he's seeking the milk of human kindness. To fully embrace this supposed philosophy I appointed him to his own mayorship over County Crossing. I hope he doesn't eat anyone or I'll put his big green cannibal butt down like a radscorpion. Personally I give him a 1-in-3 chance to not have to be put out of my misery. Be very, very happy for him to prove me wrong! "Jake Finch's path to redemption is down the road as mayor of his family farm. "Lucy Abernathy has pluck and vigor, so she's mayor of her family farm. "Graygarden was easy enough since I'd fixed up the Weston treatment plant in early November of last year. Supervisor White is the mayor there. She's been running the place in conjunction with supervisors Brown and Green for more than 200 years, who am I to dispute their position? "Deezer is the mayor of Covenant now. Despite his mayorship and a half-dozen souls living there that meathead DJ keeps referring to the place as abandoned. "Once Ada and Cruz are done with the Lair I'll start tasking Ada with bringing up the currently vacant settlements to spec. "In the meanwhile I've been hearing some nasty rumors that back up Ellie's notes in the Nuka Cafe. It seems that there are indeed a vast number of scumbags occupying the Nuka-World amusement park west-southwest of Sunshine Tidings. "Time to add more travel stamps to my passbook. Scumbag hunting season has no end date in the Commonwealth."
This seems especially appropriate for all of us that have shared in losing our Best Pet Friends: Rainbows Bridge Fair warning, if you're not on the verge of, or outright, bawling after reading this, check to see if you've become a zombie.
The fact that I can readily imagine your beagle curled up on your feet after dragging the blankets off of them gave me a much-needed chuckle, Captain. :)
There's the nasty, current, phase of regrets. The things that only hindsight reveals that one could have done a bit more of, a bit better and the knowledge that you cannot adjust what has passed one iota. We loved each other as only a Best Pet Friend and their chosen person does. I have no doubts about that.
I'm sorry for your loss, Turin. Thank you very much, John.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Turin. If my dog died I would be absolutely freaking devastated beyond my ability to articulate. Thank you TVE. I plan to excise my rage in his favorite game (FO4), by way of mass extirpations of Raiders, Gunners and so on.
Every time I think of the emptiness ahead, it crushes my heart. I try to focus on what I have now instead, but that comfort is denied you. I'm sorry Turin, I only hope that the ache dulls eventually. Goober was survived by his cat-wife Missy aka Princess Demandypants and two children Gator and Blinky. My wife and I make five now instead of six. We have plenty to focus on. It's the little things that one had become accustomed to that are no longer there that produce the aches. The reliable wake-up mews and scratching. The deep rumbling purr that was his alone. Watching endless foolishness and mayhem in Fallout 4 or lap time while watching a movie at home. Hand-feeding of people food treats that he actually liked. And so on. I don't see life as empty ahead (well, not yet). Rather that once my span here has concluded that I have my BPF to look forward to reuniting with once more along with all of the friends, family and pets that have passed their mortal coils before me.
Turin, I am so, so sorry for your loss. I know those words can't bring back your pet or console you now, but they are at least sincere. They do console, something I think a lot of people forget. Everyone processes deaths, grief and loss differently. For me even typed words on a messageboard hold meaning. Thank you!
It has been a while since I messed with NMM (Nexus Mod Manager). It became "Vortex" sometime in the last year or so which is a much friendlier manager of mods than NMM ever was. Imma gonna get some assaultron body armor going. Rawr. Edit: There are a lot more cool toys to play with on PC and on the XBOne console. I got tired of the Beth.net PC options actually being outnumbered by XBOne options/mods, so I wandered over to the Nexus. Lo and behold I'm finding updated versions of mods I wanted to use but the modders stopped updating for PC on Bethesda. Such as the aforementioned assaultron armor mod. We fight enough of the bloody things, and the screenshots of it indicate much more aesthetically appealing armor than the super-bulky robot and marine armors. I am Iron Woman (assaultron helmet closes). ;)
Doing a no power armor playthrough right now. Plan is to stash the unique suits (Hellfire, Black Devil, Tesla) and maybe one or two more with hodgepodge unique pieces. Unless I get ahold of a full set of Titan power armor bits, then that becomes its own mighty beast. Still not using them unless the game gives me no alternative, as in "you must wear power armor, you must, you MUST!"
That one has a very ... interesting ... 'easter egg' built into it. You see the theta radiation can make you smarter. Much smarter, at the low cost of being able to absorb about 1,000 rads and forking over about 20,000 caps. In trade you get a +36 buff to INT for several days. Beaucoup XP from stacking quest completions / wiping out any and all target-rich environments anyone? :D
Nerd Raging hopped up on Psychojet while wading into the bad guys with Spray-n-Pray equipped counts, right? ;)
23 Oct 2077 "8 days before Halloween and we still haven't gotten around to carving up some Jack-o-Lanterns. The creepy Vault-Tec rep comes around after bothering the neighbors across the street. I sign our family up for shelter in Vault 111 just up the hill from home should World War III go atomic mostly to get the stubborn roach to bugger off. "The war's been raging for years, surely no one would be mad enough to trigger the MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction) global doctrine that prevents total atomic annihilation? "Breakfast, coffee with a spike of rum to warm the belly and a drag on a Grey Tortoise cigarette before small talk with Nate. Codsworth, our new Mr. Handy robot, is adapting quite well to household service. "I think Codsworth will look pretty snazzy in a bowler hat. "The newly developed suburb of Sanctuary Hills features thirteen homes. Some with carports, some without. All feature generously sized yards fenced in still-fresh-smelling white painted picket fencing. "We're far better off than most Americans. Everything is expensive. Dollars stagger under the crushing effects of steadily increasing inflation. What a hundred bucks gets you now is about what ten bucks used to get after the resource rioting was finally put down. A black market in Nuka-Cola bottlecaps has sprung up because they're real, not paper greenbacks. The various Cola flavors are coming into vogue among the teenage crowd as various denominations. "The dog's been missing for a while the stubborn beast. Cats don't do that if they like you. Maybe I should get a cat? Nate's been insisting on waiting for the pooch to return despite insisting on calling him Dogmeat. "I love my husband, but Dogmeat? Dogmeat?! That's begging the universe to eat him. It's about the same thing as naming your cat Sausage or your pygmy pig Bacon. They're going to get eaten. "Then the unthinkable happens. New York and Philadelphia are the first cities publicly acknowledged as first struck by atomic weapons. Boston is confirmed as having inbound warheads within the next few minutes. "We flee to Vault 111, just in the nick of time as in the distance an atomic mushroom cloud erupts from the vicinity of the Commonwealth Institute of Technology. "What we are told are 'decontamination pods' are clearly cryogenic stasis pods the moment they're activated. Vault-Tec lied through their teeth to us! When I get out of th... "I awaken, bones and flesh ache from the thawing. A man wearing a bizarre hodgepodge of armor and leather wields a .44 hand cannon escorting a woman clad in a medical environmental suit with a mirrored faceplate that somewhat muffles her voice. At least one other voice can be heard to my right as I stare in horror, helpless as they open Nate's pod. "Nate has Shaun. Oh ... oh you sunsab+&*!es ... "Nate refuses their demands for Shaun, so the balding man administers a .44 Magnum cranial evacuation to Nate. His female minion seizes squalling Shaun while that scarred-face balding bastard comments "At least we have the back-up" while looking into my cryopod before stasis resumes. "Someone has a vicious sense of timing. Or Vault-Tec's technology finally gives up the ghost, releasing me coughing and spluttering onto the Vault floor. I pop Nate's cryo-pod open. It shouldn't be real, but there he is, all husband and brains and gwilch, Shaun is gone ... "Inside my head, a cold feminine voice purrs. "Time to get to work Valkyrie. Nate and Nora are dead. Shaun could be out there, somewhere, or be long dead himself. We have no idea how much time has passed. We. Do. Not. Have. TIME. Mourn later. Get up. Get out of this wretched vault. Get your stash out of the root cellar you helped build. Yes, that stash. Now get!" "A dozen or so dead radiation-mutated cockroaches - some the size of dogs - get stomped, smashed and shot on my way out of Vault 111. I daren't look at the shattered husk of my former home, not now. Codsworth was probably fried by the EMP so there's no point lingering any longer than is absolutely necessary. "Old habits and skills return very quickly. My sidearm is cleaned and serviced before checking the ammunition and topping off several magazines with the viable rounds. A Portable workbench and accessories are packed up. I use the radiation-free dirt in the shelter to blacken my face and hair, then dismantle the available fabrics into a pair of gloves and a crude 'cape' to better endure the rain and Lord knows what else. "Internal systems diagnostics automatically run every quarter-hour. They came through the cryogenic storage just fine. Given sufficient material intake / absorbability, the theory was that I and those like me would physically survive and thrive for centuries. Our minds are another matter. We'll see I suppose. "Am I the only one left?" "Something I said aloud inside Vault 111 comes to mind. By my count a total of three dozen distinct sets of bones and frozen cadavers are in and around the immediate vicinity of Vault 111. Someday I'll return and bury them properly. "Until that day I have a bald scar-faced scumbag with a Magnum fetish to track down and kill. Once the necessary information is 'acquired' from him should he or his descendants still draw breath."
Sneak perk at 4 also helps deal with the annoyances of tripwires and landmines. ;) A very early lesson for me was to either skip the truck stop or quickly stash Dog somewhere. Mods will let me armor him to the gills now, but I still hate the sounds that come from him getting munched on or shot. BTW everyone, Creative Clutter features functioning refrigerators!
Sneak perk at 4 also helps deal with the annoyances of tripwires and landmines. ;)
Having poked around in the Clean and Smooth: Complete Commonwealth, I can't recommend it. For my system at least it lags things (as that mod's developer didn't really help out on the percentage of room gobbled up by their revisions). Might want to consider getting some of the piecemeal overhauls of particular settlements. Some of them have video 'tours' on YouTube so you can see their handiwork and judge for yourself. I do like Sim Settlements' city plans ... but the other thread will, sometime in the next day or two, reveal why I won't be using them.
You can bring other minions there ... but I don't recommend it until you make the decision as to how you wish to deal with the occupants of Nuka-World. Fair warning, if you haven't already found out the hard way: the opening scenario is brutal for most characters. Come well stocked with aid items. On a side note for DQ and players of similar inclinations: there is a shiny new "Clean and Smooth: the Complete Commonwealth Collection" (6 Dec) that compiles all 30 main settlements - i.e., effectively "pre-scraps" the settlements in advance for you. Mod notes indicate containers are on-site with the materials that you would normally have to spend [however much time] dealing with. Added bonuses are smoothing out the terrain a bit for better building and other nudges. Alternatively there is NEBAS (New and Expandable Build Areas) that lets you manually strip out most of the crap from build areas and makes them quite a bit larger. The Red Rocket Truck Stop, for example, expands across the road to Sanctuary, a good ways out along the back and north side and, joy of joys, lets you scrap out the trash piles and vines festooning the place. (The plant matter scraps into fertilizer.) Your thoughts?
31 Oct - 4 Nov 2287 is spent cleaning up Hangman's Alley and gearing up. The 10mm sidearm from Vault 111 is rebuilt for .500 Magnum rounds. 9 shots per magazine instead of 12 in trade for much greater stopping power. My go-to longarm in the Wastelands is a .38 automatic pipe rifle. A second one is in queue chambered in 5.56mm. Either version is fitted with a 48-round drum magazine. Both are remarkably effective in the right hands. Lastly a blackened serrated combat knife completes the primary weapon kit. Ideal for "Sandman" and kidney stabbing. Field requisitions have provided a small stockpile of Molotov cocktails. Twenty throwing knives are sheathed ... well, everywhere. Usually I can retrieve them afterwards. The local villains are starting to show up with 14.5mm Chinese anti-tank rifles. One charming gent was packing one during his small gang's bait-n-kill operation in a hardware store a few blocks away from the baseball stadium. That makes six or seven of them I've recovered already. Was there a Chinese-supported Communist uprising planned in Boston before the atomic bombs dropped? Clearing out the local riff-raff takes Valkyrie into the 5th of November. Hopefully I'll cobble together my personal response to the Chinese hardware over the next several days. In the meanwhile Valkyrie's logic and objectives are roughly as follows: 1. Nate's killer, should he still breathe, is unlikely to be holed up somewhere "civilized". This puts the "wretched hives of scum and villainy" at the top of her hit list. The "civilized settlements" - such as they are in this post-atomic wasteland - are unlikely to appeal to such a person in the long-term. 2. Shaun is presumed dead until proven otherwise. Kidnapped as an infant with no idea as to how long ago, she mourns the loss of her baby. 3. Hangman's Alley - a moniker no doubt earned from the pair of decapitated corpses dangling from chains just outside of it's western entrance - is a defensible location just a few blocks from the baseball stadium on the western outskirts of Boston. Valkyrie establishes basic crafting and shelter behind the two lockable doors. Defenses are represented by way of having converted four of the 'field requisitioned' 14.5mm Chinese AMR's into self-defense turrets, two overlooking each entrance. An optimized water pump capping off a fresh well provides potable water from far enough down that any radiation will have naturally leeched out of the ground by the time the water trickles down to that depth. For now food is easily scrounged and cooked. If necessary many critters and much of the local flora is edible. Except bugs, Valkyrie adamantly refuses to eat bugs. Mirelurks are not bugs, they are a form of seafood and thus tasty to her pre-War palate. When the autocannon turrets pick up on intruders the thunderous fire of one, let alone two or more of these turrets can be heard for at least four blocks. Hangman's Alley will become Hamburger Alley for anyone foolish enough to attempt to breach her sanctum wastelandium. The fragmentation mines placed about either entrance add dismemberments to injuries for anyone stupid enough to approach so closely. 4. For now she plans to scour the western side of the Commonwealth out to the entrance into Nuka-World's tram south down to the edge of the Glowing Sea before returning to sweep west to east from the eastern shore of the Misty Lake until she reaches the ocean before turning back in a rough grid pattern. Settlements of non-scumbags will be avoided. Scumbags will be eradicated. Who knows, maybe some of the 'tourist traps' that were around pre-War weren't incinerated in atomic fire. Most likely they're infested with mutated monstrosities that need to be killed with extreme prejudice.
The "list" coding seems to have changed from its former bullet point format. I'm not sure what to do about that going forward. Glad to see you/everyone again, Cap'n Yesterday. Your innumerable threads detailing your foolishness, mayhem and violence in New Vegas and the Commonwealth inspired this thread. :)
After dipping my toes into Fallout 76 during the PC phase of the B.E.T.A., I splurged my birthday monies at the beginning of November on (a) a full copy of same; and (b) a pile of Creation Club content for Fallout 4. Previously I'd logged ~1,200 hours on un-modded FO4. Did all four vanilla endings, rampaged through Nuka-World - which is a Hell of a lot of fun - and whomped robotic buttocks in Automatron. I've yet to tie off the 9 Steam achievements I'm short ... and I don't care enough to bother. '76 has Survival mode baked into its mash-up of New Vegas and FO4. Along with CND (condition) and most of FO4's survival mechanics baked into its multiplayer-oriented PvP/PvE format, it seems likely that I'll be waiting the year-plus it will take Bethesda to (a) properly patch and update '76 into something playable; (b) let their modders loose; and (c) let me play a purely PvE experience. In addition to FO4's Creation Club content I spent about 300 further hours tinkering around with an assortment of Bethesda.net mods for FO4 before settling on a game start tweaked to my satisfaction. All told this run starts after 1500 hours of previous play. I'm not in this for Serious Survival Business (that'll be FO76 at some point, if it survives that long). This is for fun ... with the objective re: Commonwealth of obtaining the elusive "fifth ending" (nuke Institute, Minutemen/BoS/Railroad *not* shooting each other in the streets because reasons). This is the playthrough I'll finally head to Far Harbor. Eventually. I plan to mop up as much of the side quests as possible prior to entering Diamond City and picking up the main story via Nick Valentine. Ideally I'll have the settlements of the Commonwealth already up and running (with the exceptions of Sanctuary and the northwestern Red Rocket) before stepping foot therein. This means avoiding Diamond City, Red Rocket NW, Concord, Vault 88 and Automatron (by way of it's vicinity to a certain electronics store) and by extension the Creation Club Anti-Material Rifle and the Black Devil power armor suit for as long as possible. Similarly Vault 81 and the settlements themselves (at least the occupied ones) are going to be avoided like the Black Plague for as long as absolutely possible. This will not be some absurd FO4 Survival run. This will not involve my playing fair with the NPCs and monsters because those wall-ignoring door-glitching stuff-yoinking bastiches don't return the favor. I've done all of the Companion unlocks at least once. Hit 200th+ level four times already. Also, once you see some of the mods, you might appreciate why. The mobs will be packing some serious firepower very, very soon. This time I'm frontloading my perks and player.modav via console to suit the concept of this Sole Survivor. ALL of the Companion perks previously earned - consoled those puppies in out of the gate. "Achievements" (magazines, most of them), non-SPECIAL bobbleheads, lots of goodies simply consoled right on in. In return I have to suck it up and gobble up XP to acquire the levels. Pro-tip: Do NOT begin a modded game until after you acquire the Pip-Boy and open Vault 111's exit all the way. Fire up your mods once the way is clear to leave. Otherwise there's a good chance the mods will gum up the exit gears and you're pretty pooched. If you don't want to bugger around with getting mauled half to death by radroaches, console tgm until then, then console that back off before getting down to the fun stuff.
"Nora" is but an alias along the same vein as what we would identify as Witness Protection. In her previous life the woman now identifying as Valkyrie was a genetically engineered pedigree. "The perfect human", enhanced with not only genome engineering but prototype "nano biological" engineering as part of Project Valkyrie under one of the Defense Experimental Research Project Initiative's "Black Hole Projects". Valkyrie spent 20 years spanning 2052 through 2072 in service to Uncle Sam's less ethically constrained "HUMINT" operations before retiring, in no small part due to having acquired sufficient "politically compromising" material on a fair number of influential types an awfully long way up the food chain. She spent as much time "acquiring" TSCI [color spectrum] as she did performing copious amounts of wetwork in the process. In combination with retired combat veteran Nate's own clout on the public front the powers-that-be agreed that their service to country was concluded, pending drastic needs arising to the contrary. Cosmetic surgery was a finely-honed art as was subliminal "training". Learning Chinese and Russian customs and languages in combination with superficial alterations of her facial structure and whatnot made her able to "Special Agent Woman" time and again. 10 different operations into Communist Russia and China. The poor bastards never saw the same agent twice. She earned her Juris Doctor in Commonwealth law after retiring (taking her time doing so - a mere four years) before she met Nate, fell in love and slowly began to bury the remnants of her retired life. In 2076 she and Nate managed something she'd previously never thought possible: have a child of their own, a little boy named after Nate's grandfather Shaun. Her entire body is infused at the molecular level with [insert pseudo-scientific gobbledegook here]. She's a Sixty Billion Dollar Woman. God have mercy on those who mess with her - she won't. 23 Oct 2077 8 days before Halloween and they still haven't gotten around to carving up some Jack-o-Lanterns. Then that creepy Vault-Tec rep comes around. As much to shoo him off as anything else, 'Nora' signs her family up for shelter in Vault 111 just up the hill from home should World War III go atomic. The war's been raging for years, surely no one would be mad enough to trigger the MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction) global doctrine that prevents total atomic annihilation?! Breakfast, coffee with a spike of rum to warm the belly and a drag on a Grey Tortoise cigarette before small talk with Nate. Codsworth, their new Mr. Handy robot, is adapting quite well to household service. I think he'd look pretty snazzy in a bowler hat. The newly developed suburb of Sanctuary Hills features thirteen homes. Some with carports, some without. All feature generously sized yards fenced in still-fresh-smelling white painted picket fencing. We're far better off than most Americans. Food is expensive. Money is nearly worthless. A black market in Nuka-Cola bottlecaps has sprung up as they're real, not paper bank notes. The various flavors are coming into vogue among the teenage crowd as various denominations. The dog's been missing for a while, stubborn beast. Cats don't do that if they like you. Maybe I should get a cat? Nate's been insisting on waiting for the pooch to return despite insisting on calling him Dogmeat. I love my husband, but Dogmeat? Dogmeat?! That's begging the universe to eat him. It's about the same thing as naming your cat Sausage or your pygmy pig Bacon. They're going to get eaten. Then the unthinkable happens. New York and Philadelphia - confirmed atomic detonations shatter both cities. Boston is confirmed as having inbound warheads. We flee to Vault 111, just in the nick of time as in the distance an atomic mushroom cloud erupts from the vicinity of the Commonwealth Institute of Technology. What we are told are 'decontamination pods' are clearly cryogenic stasis pods the moment they're activated. Vault-Tec lied through their teeth to us! When I get out of th... Date and Time Yet to be Determined I awaken, bones and flesh ache from the thawing. A man wearing a bizzare hodgepodge of armor and leather wields a .44 hand cannon escorting a woman clad in a medical environmental suit that reveals no features and somewhat muffles her voice. At least one other voice can be heard to my right as I stare in horror, helpless as Nate's pod is opened. Nate has Shaun. Oh ... oh you sunsab#+++es ... They open Nate's cryogenic pod, demanding Shaun. Nate refuses, the balding man administers a .44 Magnum cranial evacuation to Nate. His female minion seizes squalling Shaun, commenting "At least we have the back-up", staring right at me before the cryo-stasis resumes. 23 October 2287, as it turns out. Someone has a vicious sense of timing. Or Vault-Tec's technology finally gave up the ghost. Either way I am released from cryo-stasis, coughing and spluttering. I pop Nate's cryo-pod open. It shouldn't be real, but there he is, all husband and brains and gwilch, Shaun is gone ... Inside my head, a cold feminine voice purrs. "Time to get to work Valkyrie. Nate and Nora are dead. Shaun could be out there, somewhere, or be long dead himself. We have no idea how much time has passed. We. Do. Not. Have. TIME. Mourn later. Get up. Get out of this wretched vault. Get your stash out of the root cellar you helped build. Yes, that stash. Now get!" A dozen or so dead radiation-mutated cockroaches, some the size of dogs and I'm out of Vault 111. Spend a day retrieving my stash from the root cellar two houses over. I daren't look at the shattered husk of my former home, not now. Old habits and skills return very quickly. My VALKYRIE nano-systems online in the sunlight of the shattered world above. I scrounge up a somewhat durable outfit from the corpse of some sorry bastard that died shoving a tire iron into the chest of the furless fanged canine that tore his throat out in the process. MAD indeed. I get the Pip-Boy 3000/N7 up and running, holster my custom .357 and count my ammunition. A few stimpaks. Some pure water. A BPD EOD pack was left by some forgetful soul in the root cellar, complete with sleeping bag. It isn't until the N7 synchronizes with the night sky that I have an idea of when I am: 23rd October 2287, exactly 210 years after Total Atomic Annihilation fell across most of the globe. Happy Halloween 2287 in Hangman's Alley, once the former Raider scum occupying the place are violently evicted. A scattering of fragmentation mines at either access point should deter casual intrusion. Steam screenshots, beginning with Valkyrie's view from atop Vault 111 into Sanctuary Hills. Creation Club content
Now the fun stuff: the Mods (not the load order).
the Laser Cannon and Anti-Tank Rifle mods auto-populate the bad guys' level lists. You will find bad guys with them, and they hit HARD. As in, if you're running around with crappy armor, you will die in one or maybe two hits... Honorable Mention Mods - mods I like but aren't using:
I've suggested this before, so forgive the repeat: Fast-forward everyone to the Boss Fight at The End. Award XP/apply milestone to desired level, award gp budget. PCs are advanced BEFORE the session begins. This should be doable. Then throw down and go out, one way or another, with a fang!
Playtesting doesn't do anyone any good whatsoever if the rules are not being tested. Between being a new rules set and adhering to the rules as understood the logical consequences are a higher fatality rate.
Go moorlock beggar mob! Use those overbearing rules! Wrong system? Pffffft. ;) Or, y'know, morlock troops. Lots of them. *grin*
Just remembered another one from the last session. While the party is walking through a marsh I tell them from somewhere in the trees they hear eerie lute music. Dave, playing the Investigator, asks, "Is there accompanying banjo music?" A lute is a precursor to the banjo ... ;)
I'm rooting for Waifu Bara as MVM (Most Valuable Monster). ;)
Page 143. Craft's untrained use is Repair (activity).
Access to only one book and not a full book at that for a playtest can make a lot things feel kinda of samey. Presuming that the PF Beta is anything to go on, a lot of what we are seeing will not change over the coming year. Maybe another page or two per class for 12 classes, probably a bunch more spells (although I don't see much of a need for more) and of course more magic items. All in all there seems to be a good chance that the Nouveau Pathfinder CRB won't greatly exceed 400 pages, perhaps even coming in just under that page count.
My issue with hard caps is that PCs currently appear to have a hard cap on ability scores of 24 (+7). A quick skim through the playtest bestiary reveals an apparent systemic hard cap of 30 (+10). So long as it is possible, however unlikely, for player characters to obtain a 30 in one or more ability scores, I am fine with a systemic ability score cap. Rare and Unique "stuff" being required for this to happen is fair so long as it is possible.
This was super-dupers smooth today. Congratulations on a job VERY well done to everyone involved!
Today is like Monday ate Tuesday and fissioned off a second crappy day at the start of the same week. ;)
Retire? Is that something to eat?No, I think it's something they do to your car. My guess is that 'retire' will become a euphemism for the deception leading us old farts into a Soylent Green processing center.
Cut it down to 2 sessions - 1 to get through to the Really Kewl Throwdown. As much as some / most of your players may not enjoy the process of leveling up ... level them to end-of-AP, dole out the swag and get to slayin' some snake folk! They can be wrapped up before school begins, hopefully?
The devil is in the details. Most 20th level Wizards are not likely to have unlocked the secrets of immortality off the back of a package of Keebler Soft Batch Chocolate Chip Cookies (now made from real elves!) as a DIY recipe. So it is entirely possible that the only type of immortality a Wizard may be able to confer that doesn't involve creating the undead instead involves either limited wish-powered reincarnation or becoming a golem of some sort. Now that is a racket and a half: I am the only source of reliable eternal youth (via reincarnate). Time to pay up rich folk! Use the proceeds to perform pro-bono reincarnate, proceed to go insane from the overwhelming public attention.... erm, lemme rethink that plan ...
yeah I have a hard time figuring out what regular folks should be doing in these situations. (You know besides running and screaming) I also feel like the last movie over advertised Bryan Cranston for how little he was actually in it. Mentally I boil down his presence in that film to the parts where he's not in it. Shortens the film by a good 20 minutes or so. Frankly ... monster brawl movies do not need people except as toe-jam and fleeing hordes. The cost to make 90 minutes of good monster stompage these days however ... not sure it's exactly affordable. Also, people seem to want to see people in these films for some reason. LET THEM EAT NUCLEAR BREATH WEAPONS! ;)
I like the way you chant. ~squiggle~
I know the feeling. Half the time when I schedule a game I have no idea who is going to show and who isn't. Okay, I know that one girl will always be at least an hour late... *eyerolls* If you schedule the start time session by session, e-mail her that it starts an hour before what time you tell the rest of the players. ;)
You can thank Fiege / Disney / Marvel for forcing that massive series of shoehorns to 'work' in Age of Ultron.
I'll wrestle a tiger for my kids, or more likely, because of them.It wouldn't have something to do with the "Mad" part, would it?While I won't go into the specifics, Missus Turin and I reached a similar conclusion when it comes to "contributing to the gene pool". i.e., we won't be.Thanks, MC. Good thing I now longer desire to be a Father. My maladies aren't anything I'd wish on my offspring. It seems that my father's branch of the family tree dies with me. :( Were we to have children, I would be right there with you. Others' kids I'm generally inclined towards the Protective Uncle route. Missus Turin tells me I have a calming effect/aura. I don't get it, but she insists that it is real enough. :)We don't have kids of our own. Before the year is out this will no longer be an option barring immaculate conception of either the sacred or profane variety.
Thanks, MC. Good thing I now longer desire to be a Father. My maladies aren't anything I'd wish on my offspring. It seems that my father's branch of the family tree dies with me. :( While I won't go into the specifics, Missus Turin and I reached a similar conclusion when it comes to "contributing to the gene pool". i.e., we won't be.
Sadly our back yard is currently the domain of the First Airborne Wasp Squadron. We've ceded the territory until autumn. Fire
Your player rolled ... poorly. Best of luck to you!
Given subsequent information, the motivation is likely irrelevant.
I was waiting for hirelings so I could have a plethora of sweets ... and to acquire edible bits to represent them on the mat (so when they were killed I could eat them, noms). ;)
That sounds pretty awesome for powering rituals! 
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