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Three questions:
1. Can I SAD-ify someone who is currently fighting, say, ogres?
2. What happens if ogres attack someone who is currently dealing with an SAD screen?
3. Did you know "whelm" is actually a pretty badass word? It means "engulf, submerge, or bury". It can also be a noun basically synonymous with "surge". As such, I move that we name the strategy of using multiple knockbacks to scatter, disorient, and ultimately pulverize an enemy player or force the "Ogre Whelm".

Kobold Catgirl |

I never really left. I'm literally Dumbledore.
I just have trouble paying attention to this subforum when I'm in Chile and trying to do...oh, right, I have to work on that presentation about the Mapuche. BRB. I'll just leave y'all with this:
Stunning Irruption (Combat)
When you smash your way into a room, you gain more than just the element of surprise.
Prerequisites: Str 15, Power Attack, base attack bonus +5.
Benefit: Before starting combat, you can attempt to break through a door, window, or wall to enter a room. If you succeed, the violence of your arrival is so great that all characters within 20 feet of your entry point must succeed at a Fortitude saving throw (DC = 10 + your base attack bonus) or be stunned instead of acting in the surprise round (if there is one) plus 1 round thereafter. Characters who succeed at this save are instead shaken for 1d4 rounds.

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Hey now, how did you know that isn't exactly what I meant? A Galleon can hold a lot of gallons!
The average 17th Century Galleon could hold 15877.35 Galleons of Espresso, or 1,016,150.4 mg of Caffeine!
lol What I love about this is that you obviously did the math behind the numbers- no guess work here!

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The average 17th Century Galleon could hold 15877.35 Galleons of Espresso, or 1,016,150.4 mg of Caffeine!
I doubt anything in the world could hold 15877 galleons laden with coffee, if only because there were not that many galleons in the 17th century!
Assuming you meant US gallons, that seems to be about 60m^3 cargo hold and 60 tons of espresso only.
A Galleon like the Padre Eterno was 53m long with a displacement weight of 2000 tons. Ok, so that is the biggest one ever and maybe not your "average galleon". But I still think any serious coffe maniac would chuck out the cannons, water, and food to make room for much more than 60m^3 of espresso!
The ceffeine/espresso ratio seems spot on for the americas, but a recent australian study on espresso caffeine shows that their espresso has lots more caffeine than US espresso. Taking their average number of 2500mg/l would mean 1.5 tons of caffeine per 60m^3 cargo hold.
Next, let's consider a supertanker. Here we.. oh, oops, time to go home from work now.

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Hmmmm.
This in reference to the RPG 'Paranoia?'
You win!!
Your prize is (rolls d20)...a frag grenade. Since you are not authorized to remove the pin, that has already been done for you. Have a nice day!
(it was actually one of the first rpgs i played. The GM never explained any rules, just told me stuff like "melee is kinda weak so i'll give you a nuclear warhead grenade too. That's probably the highest damage personal weapon in the whole game". Good, crazy times!)

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Fantastic game, Paranoia. If the environment, the NPCs, the experimental equipment and the helpful intervention of Friend Computer aren't killing enough clones, the rampant party backstabbing can usually be counted on to keep the fresh clones coming.
One of my favorite moments as a Paranoia GM: The players needed an item, and they found it glued to the floor in a corridor. One player approached a terminal, and informed the ever-helpful Computer that concentrated solvent was needed in Corridor R-324-5768. The other players began groaning, and I began grinning, as soon as those words left his mouth.
A voice came over the intercom, saying "Blast doors closing. Please stand clear." The blast doors, of course, slammed shut while the announcement was still playing. The players heard a loud gurgle from above, a hatch opened in the ceiling, hundreds of gallons of acid were delivered to the corridor, and I announced that it was time to activate the next batch of clones.
Death can be pretty funny when it isn't permanent.

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