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| Displayed name | FZ |
| Member number | 3022 |
| Title | Shock Trooper |
| Postcount | 269 |
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| Registered | Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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| Valley of Thunder RP in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Thursday, June 17 2004 12:39
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Garath nodded. "I agree. And we need to get to the temple. We are almost there, and it would make a waste of all our efforts if we turn back now. The demon army is still waiting for us, whereever we go, and at the temple, we may be able to find archives and so on to strengthen ourselves for any battle." "I don't think you, Chadussid, have any evidence to declare any of us to be a traitor. In fact, we have no evidence that you aren't the killer yourself - after all, the madman out there is one of your buddies, and you have done little but sow dissent and division." Chadussid glared at him in rage. Garath rested a hand on his knife, just in case. "I suggest we keep the tunnel as a backup plan, and strike for the temple as soon as we can." There was a glint in his eye as he said this. He opened his hands in a placating gesture. "After all, we can't afford to keep wasting this time squabbling. Raymond can walk with me, if you are scared, Chadussid. I'll keep an eye on him. And er... Chadussid?" "What?" "You find demonic armies 'far too convenient'?" Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Valley of Thunder RP in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, June 16 2004 12:22
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Garath was very uncomfortable. "I don't think any of us is as crazy as that. Don't you realise that getting us to argue amongst ourselves is exactly what an enemy would want? Unless someone saw something, which I doubt, we have no real evidence. I suggest we move on, before it happens to someone else." "If we stay here, we get no nearer to our objective, and remain at the threat of constant attack. It's clear now that they know we are here - the only reason we have not been assaulted is because they are still weak themselves." "I know we all had our... differences with Chaussid, but this time I think his plan is sound. We should get out of here, as soon as we can." OOC: Plus, the plot needs to move on. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, June 16 2004 09:08
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Ok, having killed our local vampire lord for the N-th time, I decided to be fair and bump off Lord Maynard as well. So I walked up, obtained his reward, and then whacked him. He fled upstairs, so I followed him, wading through the masses of imperial troops, found him again. Hmmm... he is disappointed that I had been corrupted by Valkoth. It would be nice, and reasonably easy to script, for the game to anticipate a situation where you kill both Maynard and Valkoth, and gives an ending other than one where you flee criminal prosecution. Still, his razor plate mail and fury gauntlets were nice. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Valley of Thunder RP in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Tuesday, June 15 2004 15:44
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It was always better to look on the bright side, Garath concluded. One vote wasn't bad, especially since the election got terminated early. He never trusted democracies, anyways. He felt a head ache, suddenly, and kneeling, listened to Chaussid make his latest motivational speech. "Right then. We need to make a run for it. But first, we must deploy some units to screen our retreat." He expected no volunteers. But unexpectedly even for himself, Garath put up a hand and rose, walking forwards. "I'll do it. And I'll take Radic, Hans and Eferas with me." The named ones squirmed a little. But he knew that they would not dare challenge his decision. Chaussid was grinning widely - he probably was glad to be rid of them. Quickly, they kitted up and stepped out of the bunker, as the rest made ready to run for the nearest goal - the temple. Garath smiled to himself. He had always wanted an opportunity to show that demons did not exist. OOC: Radic and Hans are of course NPCs, though I guess they can turn out to be someone's surname. I need some expendables... [ Tuesday, June 15, 2004 15:45: Message edited by: FZ ] Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Small Rebellion: Stuck on the sewers in Blades of Avernum | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Sunday, June 13 2004 15:58
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There is a secret door in there somewhere, and one of the keys is behind a porticulis, which you destroy by messing with the sewer controls. Or you can play like I did and just lockpick them all... Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Valley of Thunder RP in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Friday, June 11 2004 10:04
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"Well, that didn't work quite the way I expected." Garath looked at the hell of fire and smoke they had just unleashed, and tried to produce an attitude of relaxed candor. "What now?" Someone said. They had all gathered together, perhaps to see punishment being meted out. A quick head count showed that they were all back, and Chaussid was being unusually quiet and brooding. Garath saw an opportunity, and took it. "Well, we can go around for miles, or we can just swim across the river. The carts can be floated across, if we use a little cunning. That way, according to the map, we can get to the temple, where we may find some survivors." Jay shook his head. "We don't know what is in the water. You've seen the eggs. It could be dangerous." "Seen the size of those eggs? No animal that small can be very harmful. Look, I'll swim across first, to show it is safe." And before they could stop him, he had jumped in, paddling with swift strokes to the other side, breaking the surface into small waves. He disappeared for a moment beneath the water, but even as they shouted for him, he was back, regaining his breath. In a few moments, he had arrived on the opposite bank, and called out for them to follow. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Valley of Thunder RP in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, June 9 2004 13:59
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Garath had positioned himself towards the middle of the group, and smiled as the group took on the onerous task of searching for a crossing point. People had disappeared since he left, and he quietly mocked Chadussid when his back was turned. Such incompetence. No wonder the corp had lost so many wars. "Maybe we should set up a signal fire, to guide the others here. Especially as the enemy knows we are already here." No one seemed to listen, so he walked on down to the shore, where he kicked stones into the water. Nearby, a man - Jay was his name, he seemed to remember - was examining very intently some small fragments. "Demon eggs?" Garath snickered. Jay frowned at him, and Garath looked away, taking aim at another rock with his heavy leather boot, and then watched as it flew into the river, where it sank without trace. "Heard you ate the monkey." Jay shrugged. "You do realise that I should be leading." Jay turned on him suddenly, examining him carefully. "So you are the same as the rest of those fools." Garath smiled and shook his head. "No, it's just that I know certain things. I know what is required, what is an acceptable risk. I can judge things, see things, and most people cannot." Jay did not respond. "Just that, when things happen, you'll understand. Maybe you'll help me, then." But Jay did not answer. Instead, he waved frantically to get his attention, and pointed into the water. "Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" "That spot, when you kicked a rock onto it, it made a sound!" "So?" "The sound was metallic!" Garath realised the truth. "The rain yesterday, if must have made the water level rise. The cross is underwater..." Carefully, Jay threw a second rock onto the same location. The sound this time was the grinding of gears and the rattling of chains, as machinery took action. [ Wednesday, June 09, 2004 14:02: Message edited by: FZ ] Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| valley of dying things in Blades of Avernum | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Tuesday, June 8 2004 16:07
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My party is: Slith polearm user/priest/thrower Nephil archer/melee fighter/thief Human mage/priest Human mage/alchemist/minor priest Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Minor things in VoDT... in Blades of Avernum | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Monday, June 7 2004 16:46
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By the way, was I the only one to smile when the Vahnatai talked about how their journey consisted of navigating "a maze of twisty passages, all alike"? Jeff plays text adventures! Wow! Or is that just a co-incidence? I checked the source code. The skull doesn't appear to mean anything. It's just decoration. [ Monday, June 07, 2004 16:57: Message edited by: FZ ] Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| valley of dying things in Blades of Avernum | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Monday, June 7 2004 16:41
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Instead of having all of your people do magic, it is usually better to have them all have some degree of priest-power. Then you don't need to worry about armour encumberances. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Valley of Thunder RP in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Monday, June 7 2004 16:22
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OOC: Who is with me? IC: Garath shook off Alex's attempts with a simple wave. "My disbelief is simple. I have not seen magic working, or seen an example that could not be explained by other means. Energy, whatever, if I cannot observe its effects, it does not exist. Air is different." He blew at a falling leaf. "It does stuff. Magic doesn't. Just face the truth, friend." They were already some distance away. Garath had to admit they had been pretty lucky with the traps so far. Someone muttered this was because the traps had a magical component, but he believed it was simply an effect of the previous night's rain. Staring backwards, he could just see a thin column of smoke, and some flashes of what could be fire. "I didn't know we brought explosives..." He mumbled. "They must be under attack!" Glen almost shouted. "We should go back to help them!" "No," Garath said. "If it is an attack, that's what they want. They only have limited forces - that's why they haven't directly attacked, and if we are bunched up together, we can fight no better, only be an easier target for explosives. We need to forge ahead as fast as we can. They can follow up later, if they survive." OOC: Ok, ok, no priest. Optical illusion? [ Tuesday, June 08, 2004 08:24: Message edited by: FZ ] Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Valley of Thunder RP in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Sunday, June 6 2004 13:51
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OOC: it is kinda cheap to introduce an artifact to nullify the primary interest of my character. Feel free to distract me, introduce friendly fire and so on, but not a stupid necklace. IC: Garath poked his head up off the undergrowth, and clambered back to his feet. He was shaken, and stars ran in his eyes, and he could only dimly hear the agitation that was going on in the head of the column. Damn, he wished that he did not leave his dog behind... A few moments passed before he calmed himself enough to grip his javelins, and make the dash to the head of the group. There, he found the others fighting... Smoke. He almost laughed at their credulity as the puffs of black smoke disintegrated, even as he watched. Someone was saying something about drones, and quiet mutters of "weak magic, easily nullified" drafted about. There was another individual being passed spoken of, but he didn't pay much attention. He focused his eyes on the trinket that mage - Eferas, wasn't it? - was carrying. Pity how people relied on cheap jewellry. Even as he watched, the thing appeared to fade and become gray. He looked up, and saw Eferas staring at him with a look of dismay. He grinned. But it was obvious the others did not see the obvious. So he cried out to any who would listen. "Look, who cares if these 'demons' know where we are. They sent these 'drones', so obviously they already know. Our big problem are the traps. We know someone is out there, right?" He didn't wait for the nods. "If someone is out there, there obviously aren't any traps where he is. Else, he would be stumbling into his own traps." Hopefully they were beginning to understand. "We have dogs, right? All we need to do is set them out to track our harrasser down, and we can find where they are coming from. And we need his attention, so we can find him. There is no point pretend we didn't see him, and let him whittle us down. A decoy is what we require." Then he shouted. "You idiot out there! We still have a healer here. And it's ME!" Then he ducked. [ Sunday, June 06, 2004 13:58: Message edited by: FZ ] Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, June 5 2004 16:19
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Garath was a baby when they noticed something strange about him. But it was only a feeling, a sense of wrongness, and the child was not deformed or backward. Exasperated, the adults around him decided simply to let him be. His village was poor, and every boy, every health limb, was a blessing. Then, when he was 10, a travelling mage came to visit. To greet him, the children rushed out, hoping to catch a glimpse of his magical tricks, his juggling fireballs. Garath followed the others, but unlike them, his face was solemn. When he saw him, the mage stopped his tricks, and knelt down beside him. "Do you want to see me summon a rat?" Said the mage. Garath stared into him eyes, and spoke softly. "I don't believe in magic." This was, of course, a surprise. The mage stood, frozen in shock. Here was plain idiocy, he thought. He decided to do a fireball, the most impressive he could muster, just to show him. And he found he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he felt as though bashing into a brick wall. As long as the boy looked at him, magic seemed almost impossible. At last, he managed to squeeze out a little puff of flame, which quickly disappeared. Unimpressed, Garath turned his back, ignoring the overawed stares of the other villagers. He didn't hear the thump as the fainting mage hit the ground. --- Several years later, Garath still did not believe in magic. Claims that magic was easy so long as he was not watching were, of course, ridiculous. The strange thing was that if he believed a 'spell' could happen, find a way to rationalise the effect's existence, the spell in fact worked. The subtleties did not impact upon his village. As soon as they could, he was banished, and he walked alone for a long time, a pet dog at his heel and the sweat of exhausted mages on his trail. He made easy money, 'proving' magic to be fake, and only the greatest of mages, who can penetrate his power, dared face him. When King Falkan advertised for adventurers, he was quick to join. Just another bit of mumble jumbo is disbelieve. Fortunately, the mages in the group quickly learned to work behind his back. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Three wishes in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Friday, May 14 2004 11:43
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If you can make people slaves to your will, who needs money? Or an army? Or women? Or any of the other stuff? Immortality.. hmm.. That becomes a bore eventually, though. *** FZ walked into the bank, stepping up to the cashier's office. The lady looked down at him through thin-rimmed glasses, a cold stare. "How may I help you?" "Can you give me all the money in your vault, please?" The woman frowned, then laughed. What a joker. She did not notice as FZ mumbled something, and then she noticed nothing at all. "Yesss... Massstter... I will servve..." The young man who called himself FZ smiled, and as the clerks marched down to the vault, spoke to a fellow customer. "Hey, do you by any chance know where I can raise an army of mutant fire-breathing republicans?" Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, May 8 2004 06:50
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Let's see... An A4 page holds an average of about 3000 English letters (including spaces and punctuation). So the number of possible stories in any language of 1000 pages or less is: (presuming there are about 45 possibilities for each character space: 26 alphabetical, 10 numerical, comma, space, fullstop, apostrophe, double quotes, exclamation mark, question mark, two bracket halves, dash) 45^(3000*1000) = ~ 10^(4959637) That would be 1 with about 5 million zeroes after it. Of course, most of the stories would be: ksndnf!?-('asss dc saa Which means nothing to all but the most expert speaker of spammer-lingo. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, May 1 2004 14:53
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quote:Too late now, folks. He's already sold your addresses to a dozen spammers, and made a run for it...  Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Very OT: Jeff, you are a genius in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, April 24 2004 11:15
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And I ask you this... Why isn't the SE party a real party? We can at least create a variant for psychotic idiots, and use it to split the Republican electorate... :rolleyes: Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Tell of your favorite plot twist in a game *spoiler* in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Thursday, April 15 2004 15:29
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The big puzzle in Spider and Web. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Need information on the Strategic Defense Initiative in General | |
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written Friday, April 2 2004 10:20
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You might also want to look into the late Edward Teller, who essentially sold the concept to the Reagan administration, and worked on much of the technology. To say the least, he is a very controversial figure to scientists. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Propose: Interscenario Items in Blades of Avernum Editor | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Sunday, March 28 2004 02:28
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Ah but I am not asking for the objects themselves to hold scripts - they would just be scroll-type items that cannot be used. I am saying that a scenario that supports such items might include a greeter, who would look through the player's inventory to see whether he holds an item with a certain name, or whatever, and modifying game variables as required. Is that possible? Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Propose: Interscenario Items in Blades of Avernum | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Sunday, March 28 2004 02:28
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Ah but I am not asking for the objects themselves to hold scripts - they would just be scroll-type items that cannot be used. I am saying that a scenario that supports such items might include a greeter, who would look through the player's inventory to see whether he holds an item with a certain name, or whatever, and modifying game variables as required. Is that possible? Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Propose: Interscenario Items in Blades of Avernum Editor | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, March 27 2004 10:46
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I wonder... does BoA allow custom items to be used across scenarios? If so, maybe scenario makes can implement a number of special items that trigger suitable responses in other scenarios sharing the emarian world. (Even if it is "We don't care about rank here") eg. Dervish's Certificate Medal of Avernum Magi Clearance etc. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| Propose: Interscenario Items in Blades of Avernum | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, March 27 2004 10:46
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I wonder... does BoA allow custom items to be used across scenarios? If so, maybe scenario makes can implement a number of special items that trigger suitable responses in other scenarios sharing the emarian world. (Even if it is "We don't care about rank here") eg. Dervish's Certificate Medal of Avernum Magi Clearance etc. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, February 21 2004 02:36
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OOC: Drakey, I know. But the Agency apparently don't... IC: Meanwhile, the second part of Granger's plans was coming into fruition. A note found its way into the hands of Mio Randolfi himself, covered in neat print. "There is another one coming in. Hann Igan, murderer and rapist, escaped prison on a technicality. He will be coming in by car, and may be armed. Don't believe his lies. Kill him." The plan was simple. If the Kingz killed a federal agent, the SCPD will have the basis for more intensive action against them. If Hannigan killed Randolfi, then Granger would be free of a troublesome interferer, and the Agency would take the brunt of public ire. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Thursday, February 19 2004 11:04
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A phone rang. It rang again, and again, its tone reverberating around the small room in the local headquarers of the Agency. A secretary picked it up and answered. "Hello? How can I help you?" Granger sat up, removing his feet from his battered desk. Checking the name on his list, he replied. "Can I speak to Agent Hannigan?" There was a pause. With luck, the secretary wouldn't recognise his voice. It was not typical of the chief of police to call an organisation he saw as the police's rival, and Granger had been careful not to appear too often in the media. "I'm afraid he isn't in at the moment." Of course not. Agency lackeys are never in. But perhaps they can be useful... "Then can I leave a message? Write it down please..." Soon, Shane Hannigan will receive an anonymous tip-off of a serious 'incident' in the ghettos. He will receive credible information that the Randolfi brothers, a group of Sharks operatives posing as community workers are planning a major bank raid, and need to be eliminated with maximum force. Granger smiled as he hung up the phone. If all went well, he would have killed two birds with one stone. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |