Thursday, April 19, 2018

SYSTEM: ICONS

I was a kid in the 1960s. (I know, I'm old.) I loved, unironically and completely, things like Magnus, Robot Fighter and Challengers of the Unknown and Angel and the Ape and The Inferior Five.

And I loved the Metal Men.

They were goofy, you bet. They probably don't hold up to close examination now: Any kind of "realistic" modern treatment would have Tin quitting to seek self-actualization and Mercury doing something awful and poachers stealing Gold and Tina becoming a prostitute (well, if Frank Miller were writing it).

(In fact, the Morrison reboot had a bunch of real-body angst that I'm not sure I want in there. And I liked some of the stuff in the reboot. "Death Metal Men." Heh.)

Their schtick was that adventures usually ended with them being destroyed (except for their responsometers) and Dr. Will Magnus rebuilding them. I loved them anyway.

Anyway, my mind drifted to the Inferior Five the other day and thence to the Metal Men, and I contemplated how to write them up...and realized that all of the Metal Men are (ahem) stamped out of the same mold.

They all have:

  • Artificial (with Supreme or Fantastic Life Support)
  • an Amazing amount of Transformation (objects)
  • a point of Immortality, because so long as their responsometers were saved, they could be rebuilt
  • the quality "Robot like <metal>" which they use for justifying certain stunts

Each one has a Quality or two for personality ("Unrequited love for Dr. Magnus" or "Inferiority complex" or "Natural leader").

Everyone gets Alternate Form at some level, to reflect that they're made of that metal, and the limit "Constant."

And all of this is done without double-checking the write-ups in DC Adventures.

Everybody gets:
  • Specialty Science Master, but only as it relates to the metal
  • Amazing (8) Transformation (objects)
  • Weak (1) Immortality (destroy the responsometer, kill the robot)
  • Amazing (8) Life Support (can still be melted or frozen)
Metal ManPCSIAWSTADETPowersQualities
Gold55454391
  • Fair (4) Alternate form: Gold Limit: Constant
  • Fair (4) Stretching
  • Robot of Gold
  • Natural leader
  • Expensive to make
Platinum46454591
  • Alternate Form: Platinum Limit: Constant
  • Fair (4) Stretching
  • Robot of Platinum
  • Thinks she's a real woman
  • Unrequited crush
Iron548334122
  • Amazing (8) Alternate form: Iron Limit: Constant
  • Robot of Iron
  • Good-natured
Mercury36343472
  • Fair (4) Alternate Form: Liquid Limit: Constant
  • Robot of Mercury
  • Mercurial
  • Proud of the fact he's liquid at room temp
Lead447235122
  • Great (6) Alternate Form: Solid Limit: Constant
  • Robot of Lead
  • Ot-nay oo-tay ight-bray
Tin45234462
  • Alternate Form: Tin Limit: Constant
  • Robot of Tin
  • Inferiority Complex

Prowess and Coordination might be a bit high, because the Metal Men weren't really into punching, but they could grab quite well, and I don't recall that they got caught often (unless it was dramatically appropriate).

Iconic teams?

SYSTEM: Any

Okay, sure, the Justice League, the Avengers, the X-Men. Any other teams that rival them for actual iconic status?

I can name other groups, sure (Challengers of the Unknown!). But each of them kind of has a place (well, the real difference between Justice League and Avengers seems to be DC vs Marvel). X-Men are hated and afraid. Doom Patrol are all about weirdness.

Fantastic Four? Aside from being roughly the four elements, they are the first family.

I was thinking of it more in terms of creating your game.

What's each group about? I mean, really, the fact that they're the PCs counts for a heck of a lot, but do you have a kind of theme statement that guides the adventures you create?

  • The major hitters (your Avengers or Justice League)
  • The outcasts (your X-Men)
  • The dealers in weird (your Doom Patrol), except they are often...
  • The dealers in magic (your Midnight Sons, your Justice League Dark
  • Your corporate sponsored team (has been done, but no example is leaping to mind)
  • Your losers (Great Lakes Avengers, Justice League Antarctica, Mystery Men, and gah, I'm getting old: the DC team from the sixties with Dumb Bunny, Merryman, Awkwardman, White Feather, and the Blimp)
  • Your patriots (must have been done)

The Major Hitters can get anything as a problem...even something small scale is a change of pace, and maybe you'll have a brainstorm and it will turn out to be the innocuous thing that leads them to the conspiracy.

The other teams are a bit more constrained in the kind of stories that they appear in/adventures that they have on a regular basis.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

The Incredibles, updated for Icons Assembled

SYSTEM: ICONS
Well, since The Incredibles 2 is due to come out, I thought I'd dust these guys off and convert them to ICONS Assembled. Mistakes in conversion and updating might have happened; let me know about them.
Background information is based on information from http://pixar.wikia.com/ as of when I wrote these.

Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, Dashiell Parr, Violet Parr, Jack-Jack, Frozone, Syndrome, the Omnidroid, Lucius, Rick Dicker and so on are all trademarked by Disney/Pixar. No infringement is intended.

Because it's such a big thing in the movie, I have assumed that all the supers except for Syndrome and the iterations of the Omnidroid have the origin Birthright. This is modeling, rather than strict point-buy, so I'm not worrying about the effects of their origins.

Mr. Incredible (Robert "Bob" Parr)

PRWCRDSTR INTAWRWIL STADET
578 453 111
PowersSpecialties
  • Fair (4) Damage Resistance
  • Weak (1) Super-Speed
  • Weak (1) Super-senses [enhanced hearing]
  • Average (3) Leaping
  • Business
  • Power (Strength)
  • Weapon (throwing)
  • Wrestling
Qualities
  • Family Man
  • Mid-life crisis
  • Middle-aged: overweight and bad back

Background

At his peak, Mr. Incredible was one of the most popular supers in the world, and one of the best. (The Kronos database gave him the highest threat rating of any super we see.) We also know that he refused to have a sidekick (though, to be honest, taking one in just before his wedding would probably have been a bad idea). He's devoted to his wife, Helen, and respectful to other women.


Conversion Notes

As part of his workout, we see him pulling a train (er, a physical train: I don't mean the slang expression). That pretty much defines his strength right there, since one of the benchmarks in ICONS is the weight of a train. According to the various sources I read, he has some invulnerability, but it's clearly not huge, not in the "totally bulletproof" range. It might be higher, I suppose. He also has apparently a slight amount of superspeed, but I didn't notice it, so it's low. The Leaping is self-evident, and I keep forgetting to include it because I think it ought to be concomitant with high strength.

Elastigirl (Helen Parr)

Well, she's not really Elastigirl any more and we don't know what superhero name she uses now...but I'll go with Elastigirl. You can find a picture at the same site I used.

PRWCRDSTR INTAWRWIL STADET
553 455 81
PowersSpecialties
  • Fair (4) Damage Resistance: physical only
  • Good (5) Stretching
  • Good (5) Transformation Limit: Tell
  • Average (3) Leaping
  • Business
  • Martial Arts
  • Pilot Expert
  • Power (Stretching)
  • Stealth
Qualities
  • Supermom (and the responsible one in the family)
  • Connections from the old life
  • Making a go of hausfrau

Background

Helen Truax was Elastigirl, and we see her first as an accomplished superhero, something of a feminist in an alternate 1950s world, who sets aside her dream of being a top-level superhero when superheroes are outlawed. She is Supermom: she runs the home (hence the Business specialty I gave her). We really don't know what oother specialties she has; I made a guess based on what's in the movie, but I might have missed something.

She's fiercely devoted to her children and her husband. In the arena outside superheroics, she's much more capable than Bob, but Bob does have one thing he does well. (The business of...insurance!)

Conversion Notes

In this writeup, Transformation gets top billing, but she's known for Stretching. I chose a tell because (a) we see it in the film and (b) she can take on some of the attributes of the new form, though not all: I figured it was self-evident, and didn't make it a limitation. (That is, as a thin sheet, she catches the air, as a boat, she floats, but if she formed a wall, she wouldn't be bulletproof because of that.) I don't recall where the damage resistance came from...is it just because she's stretchy, or is it from Edna's updating of the hobo suit?

Her strength isn't high enough to hold a Winnebago, nor is her Stretching, but nothing else she does is consistent with high strength, so I'm going to propose that she can use her Stretching to add to her Strength; it's a stunt but it's probably free for her because she's done it before.

Violet Parr

Kind of problematic in terms of aspects because one of the threads of The Incredibles is about her getting over her desire to be normal and inconspicuous. But here's a take on Violet.

PRWCRDSTR INTAWRWIL STADET
243 54352
PowersSpecialties
  • Average (3) Invisibility
  • Amazing (8) Force Control Extra: Burst Extra: Constructs
  • Stealth
Qualities
  • Family above all
  • Wants to fit in
  • Concerns of a teenager

Background

The eldest child of Robert and Helen Parr, Violet starts the movie as a shy high school junior, poised between being a girl and a woman. She wants to be normal. She wants to be unnoticed. Her powers are symbolic of that: she can turn invisible, though not her clothes or things she touches.

Conversion Notes

Her Strength might be 2, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt because she does knock out at least one minion with a single blow with a dead branch. She has a low Invisibility because she doesn't turn anything else invisible, and a high force field because she does manage to keep the Omnidroid's weight off them and her mother at least expects that she will be able to stop the missiles.


Dash aka Dashiell Robert Parr


PRWCRDSTR INTAWRWIL STADET
242 543 52
PowersSpecialties
  • Great (6) Super-Speed
    • Extra: Surface Movement
    • Extra: Fast Attack
    • Extra: Damage resistance Limit: physical, only to falls and collisions while running
  • Athletics
Qualities
  • All boy with half the attention span
  • Loves to show off
  • Tries to be good

Background

Dash, the middle child of Robert and Helen Parr, was born into this hidden existence and all he wants to do is compete and excel, which is a kind of showing off, given his abilities. He knows how to push his sister Violet's buttons, and takes delight in doing so.

Conversion Notes

Given that he runs out of sight in effectively one panel, I gave him Superspeed 6 even though some of the official material claims he can only run somewhere about 135 mph. I also gave him the Resistance because he falls several times at speed and is not hurt. I did not give him full Damage Resistance because he still seems afraid of fire (the rocket blast) and bullets: this is only for friction and damage while running. Again: I'm trying to preserve the vulnerability of the characters for ease of use.

Jack-Jack

Is a plot device.

Frozone (Lucius Best)

And here's Mr. Lucius Best, aka Frozone, last of our intrepid quintet of heroes.

PRWCRDSTR INTAWRWILSTADET
363 343 52
PowersSpecialties
  • Great (6) Cold Control Limit: Source
    • Extra: Blast
    • Extra: Constructs
  • Ice Slide (Weak (1) Flight Limit: less than 60 feet from ground
  • Average (3) Damage resistance (his super suit)
  • Snow Goggles (Average (3) Sensory Resistance Limit: Sight)
  • Immune to cold (Weak (1) Life Support vs. Cold)
  • Athletics
  • Some kind of specialty related to work
Qualities
  • Motivation: For the greater good
  • Honey is the greatest good he'll ever know, and he better not forget that
  • Whatever he does, it can afford that apartment so some kind of professional

Background

Because he's not the focus of the movie, we know less about Lucius than about the Parr family. During the Golden Age of Superheroes, he was a well-known super, but not considered a great threat (the Kronos database lists him as mid-level). He was best man at the wedding of Robert Parr to Helen Truax. Lucius eventually married Honey, who styles herself the greatest good he will ever know. (Apparently, there is much more information in The Incredibles comic, but I haven't read that.)

Conversion Notes

I chose to give him Cold Control but only at Great level because the Omnidroid destroys his ice wall quite easily.

Do they mention what his daytime job is? He can afford an apartment in midtown with a secret compartment (and he still fits into his supersuit after 15 years: you go, guy!), so he does something well-paying. He can also go "bowling" every Wednesday with Bob, so it's probably not being a doctor, which often has time constraints. Lawyer? Business executive? Investment banker? He should probably have a Specialty in it, whatever it is.

I certainly think it would be reasonable to give him a higher Intellect or Awareness, or a point higher in Prowess or Strength. We see him freeze bullets in mid-air; I choose to think of it as a stunt of Cold Control (a kind of TK). Arguing otherwise is totally reasonable: I was either unaware or didn't make that choice.

Syndrome aka Buddy Pine

Syndrome is the emotional villain of the The Incredibles, the one whose actions bracket the movie.

PRWCRDSTR INTAWRWIL STADET
353 544 7*
PowersSpecialties
  • Amazing (8) Gadgetry
  • Extra: Bracers (Arsenal) Known Gadgets:
    • Amazing (8) Zero Point Energy Freezing (vs. Will) Extra: Ranged
    • Amazing (8) Telekinesis Limit: Things already grabbed with zero point energy
    • Great (6) Interface Limit: Control Omnidroid only
  • Jet boots (Average (3) Flight)

  • Business
  • Power (Bracers) Master
  • Science
  • Technology Master
Qualities
  • Hates Mr. Incredible & therefore supers
  • Genius inventor & successful arms merchant
  • If we're all special, you won't be

Background

Buddy Pine idolized Mr. Incredible to the point of stalking him and, finally, inventing rocket boots (and presumably other gadgets) and naming himself Incrediboy. When Mr. Incredible rejected him, he transferred that adoration into hatred, and extended that hatred to all supers.

Power and Conversion notes

You could also call him a Gimmick hero. Your choice; his physique certainly indicates that.

Because he rarely misses when he's actually trying to "freeze" I made the Coordination a function of special aiming technology in his bracers, because his physique isn't meant to resemble someone who spends a lot of hours in the gym. In the movie, he almost always uses the "zero point energy" from surprise, and he fails in his one fight even though things are rigged in his favor.

I have him using the optional rule that his Power (Gadgeteering) skill adds to his intellect for the purposes of his Gadgets power, like Rex Mundi. That keeps his Intellect at 6, but he can still create mad inventions. We don't see any of the other consequences of a world-shattering intellect, so I kept it to "human" levels and gave him the Quality.

Omnidroid v10

PRWCRDSTR INTAWRWIL STADET
659 456 15*
PowersSpecialties
  • Amazing (8) Growth (includes Damage Reduction)
  • Fair (4) Extra Limbs (tentacles)
  • Amazing (8) Gadgetry
  • Amazing (8) Fast Attack
  • Average (3) Super-Speed
  • Average (3) Super-senses (enhanced hearing, enhanced sight, IR sight)
  • Incredible (7) Blast
  • Amazing (8) Mental Resistance
  • Military
  • Power (Gadgets) Master
Qualities
  • Learning robot
  • Programmed to learn quickly to defeat them
  • Controlled by bracers...but knows it

Conversion

Nemesis would have been a good choice, but I chose to go with a combination of Gadgetry and learning.

Afterthought

There is a possibility that Bob and Helen fought crime together enough that they could be considered a team, so there should probably be some kind of team write-up, with team qualities (though probably not resources). I haven't given anyone Leadership, but if you create the team, someone should have the skill.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Wet Bones: A progress report on my Spark vs. Dark adventure

SYSTEM: ICONS

The adventure I've written in Jim Gardner's universe is called Wet Bones. I will be running Mike Lafferty and Walt Robillard through it on the BAMF Podcast soon; for various reasons we have not recorded this yet. We're currently slated to record the first session this month; it's been pushed off once due to family emergencies. (Actually, I could do another playtest on roll20 to see if the last set of tweaks^H^H^H^H^H^Hmassive changes did what they were supposed to do. Holler if you're interested in a sub-three-hour adventure, preferably on a weekend. Two to four players. Familiarity with the game not needed.)

The original adventure I wrote is about four hours with the option to go longer; for Mike's purposes, he needs it to be in one or two segments of between sixty and ninety minutes. So in play, there will not be room to go down a lot of side paths. (I provided a lot of internecine conflict that might come up if the players go in a specific direction. You don't lose any of the main story by cutting it down to less than three hours, but you lose some flavour. C'est la vie.) It will have an example of a minion fight, of some research tests, stunts (many of the villain and hero powers get stunted off the "Darkling" or "Spark" qualities), and two other combats. I'll be on the lookout to bring some Qualities in, but that's really quite specific to the characters and events; I make that up on the fly.

However, it leaves me conflicted about what to do with the text of the adventure.

The adventure has a couple of goals:
  • Be a good time. I hope this will be fun to hear and to play. If you don't enjoy it, it doesn't matter if I achieve any other goals.
  • Guide people to Fainting Goat's back catalog Mike has a business, and he'd like to sell stuff. Heck, I've written for Mike and for Walt and I'd like them to sell stuff. Mike's first idea was that I run a Fainting Goat adventure but at the time I was stoked for Jim's book so I pushed for running a Spark vs. Dark adventure...but I've done Assembled edition updates of a bunch of Fainting Goat characters, and those are the pre-gens for the adventure. In the adventure, I provide only the updates rather than the whole character, so if you want to play with the characters provided, you have to get the Fainting Goat product. (Well, half of the characters are from Stark City). Villains are a mix of original and from Super Villain Hand Book and from MMM. If you don't have the appropriate Fainting Goat source, my thinking goes, you'll have to do a lot more work to run the adventure.

    At some point, I'll release the "So you want to create characters" section, but that'll be some time after I release the adventure.

  • Proselytize for ICONS There's a lack of ICONS Assembled actual play recordings out there. There are some, such as SkyFyre, but there can be more.
  • Promote Jim's book Jim is my friend and I liked the book. He can probably use the attention because the second book in the series (They Didn't Tell Me The Gun Was Loaded is the title, I think, but I might have some words wrong) is now available for pre-order. And, because Jim will mention the podcast once it's out, I hope that a few new listeners will then get something from Mike or buy ICONS or both.
  • And of course fame or humiliation for me. (Not fortune. Very little in the tabletop RPG field seems to go for fortune...)

I do explicitly state in the text of the adventure that while Jim and Fainting Goat have given me permission to use the setting and the characters, they don't relinquish rights and I have no rights beyond this one adventure. And Steve Kenson hasn't been involved at all. (All of which is true.) Given that, I was going to release it under whatever the Creative Commons license that requires attribution.

So: when to release the text of the adventure? Probably not before the podcast is released. I'm open to suggestions, but my current thinking is:
  1. Release a version when the first part of the podcast goes live. Yes, that will include the shocking twist ending; so what? (It suddenly occurs to me that the released version should have links to the appropriate Fainting Goat pages.) That version might be a simple link to a Google Doc.
  2. Six months or a year later (time to be determined with Mike), I'll release a version as a PDF (maybe laid out in Word, oh boy! or Scribus: something that looks better than a Google Doc but doesn't involve me paying someone for layout) that includes character creation.

My feeling is that interest will be highest at the first session. If people like it, that's the time to give them pointers to the Fainting Goat website and to a place where they can get the book/pre-order the next book.

I don't know from marketing, though. (I'm a technical writer. I've tried running my own business: I suck at it.)

The counterargument is that it could actually be popular. Maybe I'm stealing money from myself. Maybe someone will want to do a roleplaying setting for the Spark vs. Dark books and they would actually give me money for this. That sounds like a lot of ifs, though.

Anyway, that's the state of things. Feel free to comment.

The Naming of Names (and weekly roundup)

SYSTEM: Any

So it suddenly occurred to me to ask whether the word Gemini was based on a plural, and it is. So if a second of Luorno's selves dies, she can still fight crime as the singleton Dame Geminus. It gets better: Geminus of Rhodes was an astronomer in the first century BCE, whose astronomy text Introduction to Phenomena survives. Which means that if you had supervillains named Gemini or maybe Castor and Pollux, and one of them retires or dies, the other can thematically still continue as Geminus.

Two items repeated after I posted them elsewhere, because I can't get here during the week, and one of which is actually dealing with a name:

Today's plot device character: The Midwife, who gives you superpowers if you fit her stringent requirements.

For extra angst, the Midwife is a former super whose spirit was put in a body that is simply unable to support powers, and he-she-it is creating these supers in the hope that some day, one of them will have his-her-its old powerset and then phase two of the plan (takeover!) can begin....

And a longer one:

And, because I wrote about a brain in a jar recently, here are some variations that I thought of. (A brainiac 5, if you will.)

  1. The apparent brain-in-a-jar is a drone, an avatar run by some remote operator, as an actual radio-controlled thing. In ICONS, this could be a kind of Doombot for the Ultra-Mind.
  2. Variation: it's a person/alien/whatever brain in a jar and there's some technology that imprints the driver's personality on it, so that the brain-in-a-jar becomes that person for a while. The twist I thought of and decided not to write about is that the brain was from another dimension, sent to collect information, and it put up with this because it learns so much more about humanity this way...and everyone who has ever piloted the brain carries some alien taint because the imprinting goes both ways....
  3. In comics you don't see it often, but you could also do the classic Curt Siodmak novel (Donovan's Brain? Been a long time since I read it) where someone is being mentally taken over by, yes, a brain in a jar. After he or she shrugs off the brain's influence, you discover that one of the things the brain has been doing is having the victim build it a body...
  4. "Ex-term-in-ate!" Yes, a Dr. Who reference. The thinly-disguised Daleks appear and invade and the only one who can negotiate with them is...the brain-in-a-jar. And they provide a nifty upgrade to his "body," too.
  5. You know, the ancient Egyptians used to put various organs in jars (canopic jars) as part of the mummification process. I know they didn't actually care about the brain (it was removed through the nose with a hooked stick) but suppose they did. Suppose there was a splinter sect of Egyptians that put the brain in a canopic jar. And suppose the brain can control its mummified body over any distance. You have an intelligent brain, literally in a jar, and a mummy for horror fans, and there can probably be several interesting attacks before anyone realizes that the shambling bandage-clad mummy is trying to gather the five (canonically four, but I added the brain, remember) canopic jars so that he can live again! For extra fun, is the Serpent Sphinx trying to stop him or help him? Bonus points if you can fit in some family relationship with Sekhmet or one of your players.

Charles Brown then reminded me of H. P. Lovecraft's "The Whisperer In The Darkness," where the alien mi-go (the fungi from Yuggoth) put people's brains in jars to transport them across space.

That's a possible origin for a brain in a jar character: brain placed in a container by the equivalent of the mi-go and the new dangerous container has been created for the character after the jar was "liberated" from the faux-mi-go and the original body was, erm, lost or terminated in an accident or worse won't be given back by the alien invaders. So both the original brain and the original body might be villain characters in your game, along with the other faux-mi-go, complete with interesting conflicting agendas.

(Distraction: Someone invented/found a cloning machine that pumps out a copy of person X every nine months...and no one knows how long it's been doing this. Maybe five years. Maybe fifty. Maybe five hundred. One of them is a PC. Not quite Orphan Black, but the PC gets involved in it when discovering another person who looks like him. And then an older one. And all of them are sterile, which has caused at least two of them to become...potential supervillains.... Okay, I'll stop now.)

Thursday, April 5, 2018

The Craigslist stories, part deux

SYSTEM: ICONS

Here's another first draft that signifies, well, nothing.

Standard sort of disclaimer: I put this here for free because I'm not good enough to get paid. Still practicing. So consider it available under the Creative Commons. You have to give attribution and if you reprint it, gosh, I'd like to be notified and get some money, but the money isn't totally necessary.

I didn't intend it, but this seems to be the second part of a Craigslist series (duology? trilogy?).

It's probably worth mentioning that I write the stories first and then worry about character writeups. If it were the other way around, you could say it's a kind of solo roleplaying...but it's not.

The first one is here.

The Sound and the Fury

2018, John McMullen

So I’m in this museum, hiding in the Florentine room after hours, to steal the Albright Amulet because I want to be a supervillain, right? Because of the origin and me being fired from Faceless Corporation. My attempts to ease into it with a nemesis and all have totally failed, so I'm jumping right in with a commission to steal this amulet. I found the job on Craigslist, that being the least-reputable online place I know.

And right at this second I’m sitting in a blind spot and looking at the high-security display stand that wasn’t there yesterday when I cased the place. And what I’m doing will be totally visible to security cameras because I need the credit: I haven’t disabled the museum’s security. People are going to be watching, and I don't want to have to do this again. It just looks bad, you know?

And there’s a flash of light in the next room.

I have not been in the supervillain game a long time, but I’ve been reading. There are a couple of possibilities when there’s a sudden flash of light. Maybe an incandescent light bulb blew. Maybe a bolt of lightning suddenly struck indoors. Or maybe another supervillain just wandered into the building despite the anti-teleport tech.

(I don’t have fancy teleportation: I have a kind of invisibility, for short periods. I was going to hide and leave with the first batch of tourists in the morning. That's how I entered in costume.)

I can hear him-her-it moving around, without any regard for the internal cameras.

Now, museums don’t have great security; it’s not cost-effective for them, because the artwork can usually be ransomed back. But this guy (because statistically it’s a guy) is ignorant or powerful enough not to care, and he has triggered some alarms for sure.

If he steals something and leaves, I will probably get blamed. Blame goes to the lowest on the ladder, credit to the highest. Supervillainy: it’s like a corporation that way. (Clearly I traded one corporation for another.) Will that be good? Depends on what he steals, but even if I get the credit, I won't get the money.

And he strides into this room, muttering about key lines and magic and crap like that. It’s Merlin Furioso, who is powerful.

I have some crappy sonic powers that frankly are most effective against toddlers, and he’s an honest-to-goodness sorcerer.

There’s a chance that he might be here for something else. After all, the Florentines were big on magic. Probably. I don’t really know.

Of course he walks right over to the Albright Amulet and looks at it.

The amulet doesn’t look like much. I did some research on it when I took the job. Meteoric iron cunningly wrought, with a gold inset making the shape of an eye, and an onyx pupil. It’s been in the museum for about twenty years. Hell, it’s been travelling on loan for twelve. Slight magic aura but nothing more than you’d expect from something that was in an alchemist’s place for years.

The fact that two of us are here tonight to get it means that now the stars are right or someone has just unearthed the secret incantation that opens the gate with this or yadda-yadda; the point is that he’s going to take the thing that I’ve been hired to steal, and even if I stop him but have to leave without the amulet, some other mystically-inclined dorkwad is going to show up tomorrow, and so on. Time is limited.

Also: I have probably been set up by the guy who hired me. Bonus for him if I succeed and no loss of money if Furioso gets the amulet. Memo: don't trust jobs from Craigslist. I gotta get access to the supervillain deep web.

TL;DR: grab the amulet now or never, because multiple folks want it.

Here’s my plan: grab it, survive for four minutes (police response time), let Furioso fight them when they come in and slip out. Yes, the cameras will see me but the police won’t.

It’s a crappy plan, but momma needs rent money and this is the way to do it that doesn’t involve crawling back to Faceless Corporation.

I check the room for mannequins and statues (Furioso’s MO involves animating statues and his spell du jour, whatever he’s been reading up on) and spot the two that I should avoid. They’re flanking the doorway that Furioso didn’t come in, displaying arms and armor. One mannequin has a lance, kind of lopsided armor, and a gold helm that looks like a snarling lion; the other has a sword and chest armor with exaggerated musculature like a superhero.

I tense, waiting for him to break the case, because he’s going to. The man has the patience of a St. Bernard puppy. (I speak from experience.)

He taps the wand and the glass shatters. It doesn’t fall to pieces because it’s more like windshield glass. He frowns, mutters a phrase that sounds like “Come,” and pulls the wand up. His wand is suddenly sticky and the case comes up and off. I hope that in the security office something lights.

It’s not just the Albright Amulet that’s in the case: there are a couple of other examples of goldsmithing in the Florentine era but all have provenance and aren’t mystical.

Hours of gymnastics when I was a kid pay off as I dive over the pedestal while I grab the amulet. “Uh-uh-uh,” I say. “No touch.”

The banter is deliberate. The other thing I read about Furioso is that he loves to talk. So if I can get him talking, I have a better chance of surviving the next four minutes.

“Insolent swine!” He has a nice voice, a tenor. I wonder if he sings at all. “That amulet belongs with Merlin Furioso, Master of the Mystic Art!”

Yeah. He talks like that.

“Sorry, didn’t hear you. I was looking at my amulet,” I say as I roll backwards. I wish I could fly; I call myself Mynah but because of the crappy sonic powers, not flight.

By staying low, I can keep out of his view. Pedestals for display cases keep me hidden. So far, it is working.

“My mystic blasts will incinerate you!” Guess he found mystic blasts in his cereal box this morning. We spend a little while with him firing and me dodging out of sight. A rapid barrage of pale blue bolts light up the darkness, like flames from a Bunsen burner, each one shaped like a tiny ghost. They hit the display bases and sizzle. One base, just one, catches on fire.

That’s enough. It sets off the fire alarm.

Unlike security systems, museums have great fire alarm systems. Almost all of the valuables are in display cases so they are perfectly protected as the fire-retardant gas starts pouring out. The gas is heavier than air. It pools on the floor.

Where I am.

I have to get up or suffocate, and I have to get up before I breathe any of it in, because once this stuff gets in your lungs, it stays there, smothering you.

He doesn’t seem to be bothered. “There you are, rabid pup!”

Big on the animal insults, our Merlin Furioso. I expect more little blue burning ghosts but I guess even they dislike fire suppressant gas. Instead he says to the mannequins, “You, block her exit and you...skewer her.” The mannequin with a lance blocks its exit and stands motionless.

The other one comes for me, sword drawn and raised. Fortunately it hasn’t got a lot of finesse. I dodge to one side but that puts me closer to Merlin. He responds by saying, “She must let go,” and flicking his wand at me.

My hand falls open, pried apart by something.

“Guard her,” he tells the mannequin. “No need to skewer her now.” He looks at me. He’s creepily old…maybe forty. “So long as she behaves.”

I’m still holding my breath, so I can’t say anything. My chest is starting to burn. The police haven’t shown up yet, so I have to stall for more time.

I kick the amulet and it skitters across the floor, bounces off something and scrapes along. I have no idea where it went. If this were my apartment, we wouldn’t find it for years.

My apartment with the rent due and the secret puppy. Sigh.

“Spirits, find it and bring it to me.” Oh, he’s so poetical in victory. It just ticks me off while my lungs burn.

Then Merlin says something odd, conversationally and not to me. “You can feast on her blood.”

In the space between one painful heartbeat and the next, I suddenly realize that the spirits are literal: he’s commanding something. He’s telling it or them what to do. He might love to talk, but he needs to talk.

I don’t grin, because my chest hurts too much, but crappy sonic powers can deal with this. Except I’m going to have to breathe.

I only ever saw two effects at once: two spirits. I think. Two mystical fire blasts at a time, two mannequins animated. If there are two spirits, there’s nothing animating the mannequins...the spirits are off looking for the amulet.

Crap: I see the amulet bobbing along, so only one spirit is occupied, and I’m apparently the buffet. I try and close my hand, and I can. So the spirit isn’t there any more, though it might be anywhere else. One of them can hold me while the other does blood-draining-spirit things.

I’m holding my breath so I duck down low and move for the doorway blocked by one mannequin, the one with the lance. The mannequin starts to move but I manage to get under its feet and slide into the other hall—uh, crap, it’s full of dinosaur models.

If I were designing a museum, I wouldn’t put big dinosaur skeletons right next to Florentine metalwork of the 1500s.

Not my call, though. Two dinosaurs start to move toward me, nasty things like velociraptors in that movie but only about waist height.

My theory is, that’s all the spirits. So I pop up and breathe and use my crappy sonic powers like ventriloquism. His voice comes from him and says:

“Attend to me! Return and I shall feed you myself!”

Because an appeal to hunger works with a St. Bernard puppy.

And then I hear “What?” So I add him saying, “Ignore my words and I shall feed you, my faithful servitors! Then begone, for I release you from your servitude!”

I am assuming that they don’t want to be servants. If they have some weird co-dependent relationship, I’m hosed.

I'm not hosed.

After that, it’s mostly screaming and some wet slapping sounds that I don’t like to think about. He’s not gonna die, because the police are coming.

At least, I hope he’s not gonna die.

Maybe thirty seconds later the wet sounds stop.

I finally hear the police coming. Typical.

I dash into the Florentine room and have to look at him because, well, he’s got the amulet that I’m here to steal.

He looks awful. He looks like an explosion in an abattoir. He looks like he just spilled a motorcycle while riding naked. He looks like a giant-size economy pack of lean ground chuck stuffed into a costume.

But—I check—he’s breathing.

The amulet is on the floor beside him. I pick it up, wave at the security camera and walk out.

Just as the police show up, I turn functionally invisible and walk out.

And that’s how I really started my life of crime.


Mynah (Kendra Wahl)
PRWCRDSTRINTAWRWILSTADet
364456102
SpecialtiesAthletics (+1), Power (Sonic Control) Expert (+2) Her sound imitations and Affliction are tested as if she were level 4.
Powers
She has Poor (2) Sonic Control with a basic power of Images. She can also discomfit someone (an Affliction) or distract them so that she can give them suggestions, like Mind Control/Hypnosis.
Qualities
  • Bad luck in picking partners and nemeses
  • Doesn't understand the whole dating thing
  • Precision over power
Merlin Furioso (Spencer Eddy)
PRWCRDSTRINTAWRWILSTADet
24665711
SpecialtiesOccult (+1), Psychology (+1)
Powers
He has two Great (6) Servants who generally animate objects, but are variable and they are limited by the source that they animate. Without something to animate, they are only Fair (4).
He knows a bit of Average (3) Magic. The versatility of it is useful to him.
He does know one spell, an accurate Fantastic (9) Teleport. It takes preparation, one page per point of teleport.
Qualities
  • He loves to talk.
  • The next job will be enough (but it never is)
  • Theatrical con man with some power

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Form-fillable PDF character sheets--a suggestion

SYSTEM: Any

So my daughter has conned—er, convinced—another friend to join this occasional D&D thing at our house. (My wife has graciously given up every other one of our Sunday Afternoon Games sessions to this. And my daughter created a character for her friend, and sent me a PDF of the form-filled character sheet.

And to do anything with it, I have to retype the darned thing. Re-enter it, re-write it, re-do it. Yuck.

So, here's my request to the universe at large. All form-fillable character sheets need to have a button that reads the contents of all the fields and assembles them into one field that can be copied and put in another place.

It's not impossible: I just did it for ICONS (though I won't be sharing that version, because it also contains a character generator which I don't want to release, because it'll cut into other people's revenue).

So, folks, if you're creating a form-fillable character sheet, put a non-printing button on it and a field that holds the output string.

Here's one way to do it, which isn't even the best way. It's not at ECMAscript 6 levels because Acrobat or Acrobat Reader is down at ECMAscript 3 (I think). And also it's not great because I picked up my JavaScript on street corners, along with other misinformation about sex, drugs, and lock-picking.

var summaryShow = false;

function hideSummary() {
  var sumField = this.getField("Summary");
  sumField.display = display.hidden;
  sumField.readonly = true;
  sumField.value = "";
  summaryShow = false;
}
function showSummary() {
  var fieldList = ["Name", "of", "every", "field", "in", "the", "order", "you", "want", "them"];

  var outputStr = "";

  for (var i=0; i < fieldList.length; i++) {
    outputStr += this.getField(fieldList[i]).value + " ";
    if (i%5 === 0) {outputStr += "\r";}
  }

  var sumField = this.getField("Summary");
  sumField.display = display.visible;
  sumField.readonly = false;
  sumField.value = outputStr;
  summaryShow = true;
}

You add the Summary field as a multi line text field, and then make it display.hidden and readonly.

Then you put in the button so it's visible but doesn't print, and when pressed (on a mouse up event), the button checks summaryShow. If true, it runs hideSummary() and if false it runs showSummary(). (There's lots of things you can do to make it better: format the output with until.printf(), for instance, or extract values from listboxes and buttons, but this is a decent start. Not to mention structural things you could do...I'm sure with twenty minutes thought I could come up with something better than this.)

Gah. Can't post on the train...

SYSTEM: ICONS

Here, have some superhero fiction. This is first draft stuff, but (a) I have no idea where I'd submit it and (b) I don't think I'm good enough to submit it. Someday, maybe.

EDIT: Okay, I did a second one. Thos commutes are boring.


In The Life


2018, John McMullen


“Supervillain looking for foe, possibly nemesis.” That’s what the ad on Craigslist said. I only saw it because I have “supervillain” in my Google alerts. Lets me know what routes not to take home.

And Craigslist is past its prime. Heck, reddit gets more hero traffic.

I mean, Craigslist.

I thought about it all day. Was it a weird sex thing? Like, you answered it and he or she or it showed up in leather and cracked a whip at you, or immobilized you with a strange chemical and did probably-speakable things to you and with you? (This was back when Craigslist did personal ads.)

That evening, after dinner but before I went out, I made up my mind. I wasn’t dating anyone and I might get a good story out of it.

I used the anonymized account that didn’t have my real name and wrote an answer.

* * *

Oh—I was coy there. I didn’t make it clear. I have no super powers. I like to think I’m not an average guy, but I’m just a guy.

* * *

Anyway, the advertiser was a she. We exchanged some emails (her email account was “janedoeremi”) and we both seemed to get along. At this point, I was still thinking that maybe this was a sex thing, but I waited for things to move along. If she didn’t like me, hey, all I’d lose was a couple of emails.

I learned that the last one was too strong, and the one before that wanted some same sex stuff. This was pretty much standard dating fare, albeit on the kinky side.

After about a week she wanted to meet so we could check each other out, masked but not in costume.

Like that was a thing?

But I guess it was. I mean, it was good because I didn’t have a costume.

Did I know where the Haven Club was? Some fast Googling and I found a single reference to it, and not an ad. It was a private club. The reference I found had the street name but not the address. I knew the area, though.

“MacDonald near Peterson?”

“Right,” she responded.

“Masks available at the door?” I asked.

“What would the point of that be? You are new at this, aren’t you?”

“Totally,” I replied.

“Ten tonight. Still be quiet enough to talk.”

She gave me the address and I scouted it out on the way home that night, just to get a feel for the dress code. I saw maybe half a dozen people going in and out. Clothes ran the gamut between a tux (at five in the afternoon, no less) and college student (clean jeans, no holes). Couple of odd things:

Thing one was no parking lot. You had to go in by the back but though the building had a lane way, it had no parking lot.

Thing two was, damn if they didn’t also wear masks.

* * *

I hear you saying to yourself, Oh, you’re so dumb. Like, clearly they were supers of some kind. Except:

I was still thinking this was some kind of sex thing. People get turned on by clowns, by balloons, by shapes of aluminum containers (look it up), so why not something as innocuous as wearing masks or pretending to be supers?

People pretending to be supers makes a whole lot of sense. You can go your whole life without ever meeting a super. They’re rare, less than a tenth of a per cent of the population. I had never knowingly met a super. And we live in a small city—about a hundred and fifty thousand. So our city had maybe between fifteen and a hundred and fifty. You can’t run a business that caters to fifteen people in town.

Also, Craigslist. I figured supers had their own private network, maybe “Super” for their smartphones or whatever.

Yeah, I was wrong about so much.

* * *

We met outside in that narrow alleyway. It looked a bit more intimidating in the dark. She didn’t: Average height, nice jeans, cute top, flat shoes, entry-level job market vibe, so I was a couple of years older but not much. (Another reason not to suspect supers: she didn’t that double-D display happening, or she dressed to hide it. More athletic bookkeeper than buxom cheerleader.)

The mask—look, my mask was a dollar-store domino mask. I’d done some work to give myself some peripheral vision, but it was a hurry job. She wore a real mask, the kind that cosplayers obsess over.

“You’re totalfake?” she asked, using my account name.

“Yeah. Call me Trevor.” That wasn’t my real name but it had some consonant sounds in common, so I’d answer.

“Jane.” She looked me up and down. “I’ll just stick with Jane. Couple of things before we go in—you know, etiquette.” She held up fingers as she went in. “No staring at anyone. Even if you think you know them. No displays. They let them happen on the second floor, but we are not going to the second floor. How much money do you have?” I told her half the amount. She wrinkled her brow. “Okay, you’ve never been in before, right?” I nodded. “I’ll tell’em you just had an origin so you can get in as shocking origin rather than a guest star.”

I nodded. Of course. Private club. Memberships. “You’ve been coming for a while?”

“Couple of months. Since the origin. I still pay on a per-visit basis, though.” She rubbed her fingers together.

I nodded again, to show that I understood what this meant. I didn’t, of course, but she was cute and I was still steered by curiosity, with hormones now added to the mix.

* * *

It was not cheap to get in and it took most of the money I said I had. I still would have paid for her and been exposed as a liar but I didn’t get a chance. She paid for herself before arguing on my behalf. The guy in the sales booth gave me a look like he was peering into my soul and then he took my money. “Jane” was already at the door, and I got the message clearly: this wasn’t a date. This was some kind of business opportunity.

So...real supers?

* * *

Very hard not to stare because the place was full of people I half-recognized. Hell, I might have even known one or two because I caught a couple of barely-damped double-takes as people saw us. Or maybe Jane was famous in some circles; I don’t know.

We found a table in the corner, away from the dance floor. The music wasn’t loud here but on the floor it had been nice and deafening. The place had good sound dampeners. I started to wonder if maybe they were Mad Scientist tech.

“Jane” signalled for one of the wait staff to come over. “Beer?” she asked. “Or are you a ginger ale pilot?”

I had been wondering if I’d actually need my wits here. “I can manage one beer,” I said.

“High tolerance?” she asked me as the waiter came over. He wore jeans and a blue polo shirt and of course the omnipresent mask. His was a bird mask.

“Low patience,” I said. “I’ll nurse it.” I ordered a Guinness because there’s not a better beer in the world to nurse. “So,” I said to her. “What now?”

“I’ll go first.” She crouched on the bench. Relaxed but she could jump across to the dance floor if she needed to. As if I needed reminding that I wasn’t in Kansas any more. “The whole nemesis relationship, it’s fragile at the start. You have to be balanced, you have to be opposites but also the same. We don’t want to know about each other, but I know that I’m not on a level to face guys like the Apex or Gladhand or Anodyne. And I don’t have massive world-destroying plans, either. Grab something with my special abilities, put it up for sale, fight a local hero once in a while.”

“Obviously I’m a total newbie at this but I’ve never heard of anyone trying out for a nemesis before. I thought they just...happened. Anodyne fights Belial, Belial fights Anodyne, and it gets personal.”

“You're thinking archfoe. Nemesis takes a lot more managing. See, heroes are territorial, right? If I have a nemesis, other heroes stop me but they don’t work too hard to arrest me. I’m your responsibility.”

I didn’t say anything because our drinks arrived. She was having something with fruit. She took the stick of fruit out and sucked it clean, then pointed it at me.

“And you end up with the wrong nemesis, you don’t have that tension about whether you’ll get away, you just end up in prison or as a grease spot on the pavement.” She leaned forward. “This one guy, he thought he was my boyfriend or something. Thank god Paul didn't actually have powers, he was just pretending.”

“Yeah,” I said.

Something about the way I said it, she went, “You too?” She leaned back and swore. “Man, I can pick’em.”

“Hey, it was Craigslist.”

“Well, forgive me. I haven't contacts to get on the real networks yet. You gotta start somewhere.”

I started to laugh. She stared at me, offended, and then gave a tiny giggle. “Hey,” she said, “this is important!”

“Yeah,” I said, “but it’s also silly as hell.” I stood up. “Sorry to have wasted your time, Jane. Don’t worry, I’ll delete that email.”

“Enh,” she said, “disposable account.”

“Mine too.” I held out my hand. “Good luck.”

She took it. “Thanks.”

And then the violet beam picked me up and threw me into the wall.

* * *

For a second I didn’t hear anything. Then I felt the absence of feeling that tells you that you've taken a really solid hit. I heard “No powers! No powers!” and “Who’s he?” and “You know her?” And then a mechanical voice saying, “I have powers now, Kendra. Good powers. We will make a good team.”

I guessed that Jane’s real name was Kendra. A guy helped me up because my springing to my feet was more like my crawling stiffly to my feet. Jane (Kendra? I'm sticking with Jane) was gone and the emergency exit door was shutting.

I couldn't see out of one eye because it turned out I’d cut my forehead hitting the wall and blood was oozing down. “You okay?” I nodded because that's what you say.

He smiled—“Good man”—and pressed something into my hand. I looked down. It was loaf-shaped, maybe the size of my hand. My forehead was suddenly itchy, like the wound was three days old instead of fresh.

“Thanks?” I said to him.

“Keep it,” he said. “I lose'em every other fight so they're practically disposable. Thumb wheel switches modes. He carried her out of that door.” He tilted his head toward the emergency exit.

Clearly he expected that I would burst out that door to rescue her. Was this more of that hero territoriality she had been talking about?

And the damnable thing is, I burst out the door.

* * *

I didn’t intend to rescue her. He had powers, she had powers, I didn’t have powers. I had a mysterious loaf-shaped thing.

Outside I found myself on the other side of the building and they were right there. He was clomping along, with her on his shoulder. I could see her struggling but whatever her powers were, they weren’t loosening his grip.

So I thumbed the wheel of the mysterious loaf and pointed it at him.

Nothing.

Oh, the end turned a pale red, but that’s about it.

So I charged them.

That wasn’t totally suicidal. I’ve studied kung fu since I was twelve and was an offensive tackle in high school. I’ve still got reasonable speed. I didn’t think this was going to go great for me, but she might get free, and she had powers.

He was solid and I didn’t knock him over: He staggered to one side and I accidentally tore off his arm.

Yeah. From the elbow down, it slid right out of his sleeve. It was clearly artificial.

He (it?) was a robot. Not a particularly strong one, if I had ripped off his arm. Maybe Jane had loosened it.

Jane still wasn't loose. I dropped the arm and crouched for a leg sweep. He weighed a ton: my leg stopped like I had tried to sweep a light pole.

That gave him time to hit me with a green ray. It hurt like hell and made my leg tingle. At least it wasn’t a taser.

Hey—maybe the loaf-thing was set to taser. I rolled over and jabbed it at him.

There was a soft sighing sound and he fell apart. Jane tumbled to the ground and in front of us was a brain in a flying jar.

On the plus side, my leg felt fine, like it had never been hurt.

One weird little loaf thing, that’s what that was.

“Paul?” she said.

“Now I have powers, Kendra,” he repeated. “I had them put me in a robotic body with powers.”

These people were nuts.

“Crap,” I said, in different words. Because a guy who used to be an offensive tackle is not nearly enough against a telekinetic brain in a flying jar, even with an loaf-shaped thing that makes robots fall apart and heals people.

“Once you are gone, Kendra and I can be together.” His violet beam missed me and shot into the darkness. I dove behind him.

This was my thinking: The violet beam was something like telekinesis. If he missed me, it’s because he meant to hit something else. So I was putting him between me and whatever he was throwing at me. He smacked himself in the glass (okay, it was probably plastic) with a dumpster and bounced back against the chain link fence. It ripped and squealed and tore off.

“Not if I don't want to be with you,” Jane said. Her hands shimmered like they were under rippling water. She reached up and grabbed the glass. The fluid inside the jar started to boil and kept boiling after she pulled her hands away.

The green ray hit her but she didn’t shake it off like I did. She stood there frozen, as if the pain had robbed her of the ability to move.

I had been sort of hoping that she would deal with the brain in a jar and I could leave. But if I left, he would carry her off.

There was a whole building of supers behind me. Why didn’t any of them come out and give me a damn hand?

All super villains, I guess.

Okay then. If I couldn’t get him away from her, could I get her away from him?

I dove under him and grabbed the edge of that chain-link fence and then burst up like doing burpees for coach way back when. I jumped backwards and managed to scoop the edge over Paul.

Paul. Man, these people needed superhero names.

The chain link fence curled over him as he flew forward toward us. He was strong enough to rip more of the fence from posts. The fence threatened to wrap him up.

I shoved the loaf into my pocket and grabbed Jane by the waist. I ran for the front of the building. I had no idea where I would hide her—inside? No, then we’d just have a huge supers battle. Sewer grate? That would work in movies but not here.

My car.

If I could reach it without Paul-in-a-jar getting free, I could hide her there. Heck, if I were lucky I could get into the car and drive—

Nope. I wasn’t lucky. I didn’t even get to my car before Paul burst onto the street trailing fence and a post with a dirty blob of concrete.

There was no witty banter. The car nearest to me (not mine) was hit by the violet beam and flew at us. I had Jane in my arms; the best I could do was drop down and hope she wasn’t hurt. The car landed upside down and bumped me as it bounced along the pavement.

A car weighs a lot more than a football player. I was lucky not to be dead.

“Distract him,” I heard. Jane. “Can’t move yet.”

Distract him? What did she think I’d been trying to do? Win?

We were sheltered by the car. I had a second but oh, I ached. Then I remembered: The loaf-shaped thing had helped the last time he hurt me. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at it.

Huh. The thumb wheel wasn’t labelled but I could see now that it had three settings besides off. I had only used two of them.

I set it to the third one and aimed.

A ball of glowing Star Trek style plasma engulfed Paul…and did nothing.

Well, that was pointless. I moved it back to the first setting, the one where it healed me and dragged myself up to a crouch. I felt better but not great. Either it needed more time or it was running out of power.

“I hate jocks,” said Paul as the green beam stabbed at me but missed. He nearly hit me with the trailing chain link.

“Distract him,” I muttered. I grabbed the fence to pull on him a bit. The fence shifted a bit and I figured it was going to slide off and hit us. Then it caught, and Paul responded by going straight up, and then I was in the air.

I didn’t have time to swear: I was looking for the other end of the fence and found it. Took me two grabs, but I got it so that Paul was now netted in the fence and I was safe from the fence falling off him.

Which is good, because we were ten or fifteen storeys up in the air by then. I couldn’t tell exactly.

Some of you smartasses are wondering why I didn’t climb up the chain link fence and stab him with the loaf. Two reasons: first, do you realize how ridiculous the sentence “stab him with the loaf” is? And second, I was hanging on for my life.

I had used up my quota of movement for the duration.

Paul hadn’t. I was in his blind spot or something so he couldn’t hit me with a beam, violet or green, so he started weaving back and forth as he traveled, trying to shake me loose. I held on tighter, swaying like a kid on a rickety swing.
So he dropped down to mash me against the buildings.

As soon as he got low enough, I dropped off onto the roof of one building and rolled until I hit the guard rail.

Without my weight, Paul suddenly shot up and to the side; he hit the side of the building on the other side with a sound I could hear. Maybe that was enough, or maybe systems were damaged, but he flew off.

I took off the mask and pounded on the roof door until someone heard me, and then I walked for an hour back to my car. It was there and unharmed, which is good, because I hadn’t paid for acts-of-supers coverage on my insurance. Didn’t think I needed it, right?

I put the mask back on and went in, hoping to find Jane or the guy who loaned me the loaf. No luck, but a guy bought me a drink and told me that now I was “in the life.” I smiled politely and refused the drink.

When I got home, there was a message from Jane. Well, Kendra, but I knew her as Jane.

“Guess you have an archfoe now. He'll be back.”

And that’s why I have this SendMeCash page. Because superhero training?

It’s not cheap.



And some writeups, because of course I'd have writeups.

Mynah (Kendra Wahl)
PRWCRDSTRINTAWRWILSTADet
364456102
SpecialtiesAthletics (+1), Power (Sonic Control) Expert (+2) Her sound imitations and Affliction are tested as if she were level 4.
Powers
  • She has Poor (2) Sonic Control with a basic power of Images. She can also discomfit someone (an Affliction) or distract them so that she can give them suggestions, like Mind Control/Hypnosis.
  • She can emit a subsonic that messes with someone's visual center and makes them unable to see her, a kind of Average (3) Invisiblity. Machines will still see her, and it's tiring.
Qualities
Bad luck in picking partners
Doesn't understand the whole dating thing
Precision over power



Brainpower (Paul Anoretti)
PRWCRDSTRINTAWRWILSTADet
24665711
SpecialtiesScience (+1), Technology (+1)
Powers
  • His flying jar has Average (3) Flight.
  • The jar has Great (6) Telekinesis. It manifests as a violet beam.
  • The jar can also trigger nerve centers, causing pain strong enough to immobilize someone (Extra: Great (6) Stunning vs. Will), with the green beam.
Brainpower wears robotic bodies that pass casual inspection, but which fall apart on combat. The robotic bodies tend to be slow and heavy, but they provide him with fine manipulation and other skills.
Qualities
He is an inveterate mansplainer.
He is obsessed with Kendra/Jane/Mynah and knows many details of her real life.
He is certainly an expression of white (brain) privilege.
For future game purposes, he is probably in debt to whomever put him in a jar.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Two odd things

SYSTEM: Any

Yes, I've been away. Sorry I didn't write. Commuting more makes my days vastly longer.

Anyway, three odd things (was two, now it's three) that might make the basis for an adventure for someone...

  1. Apparently in Britain they have something called "eggers" who are people who collect bird's eggs. It's illegal to do this in Britain, because it disrupts the bird breeding cycle. The practitioners are all male, between 25-45, and it's rather an obsession with them. They die getting these eggs. One fellow had 3600 of them in his house. I think another fellow stole them from museums. Sounds like Egghead from the Batman show of the 1960s....
  2. Apparently the threat of bee colony collapse is staved off for now, but there are companies who have trucks full of bees and who travel from place to place to pollinate a particular area, such as the almond farms. What if someone were to hijack one of these trucks? What if they held it for ransom? Also, being trapped in such a truck could well make for an origin for an insect superhero.
  3. The recent death of the last male northern rhino got me to thinking about odd things, like, did they collect his semen before he died, and if you're the one who does it, do you talk about it at home? But also, could that kind of genetic material be held for ransom? Could it be put to bad ends? Could you make something out of the attempts to revive a species or subspecies?

(Also I have thought of rude things, but you don't care about that.)

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Not Tinder, but...

Worldbuilding

(Originally posted on Facebook)

It suddenly occurred to me today that a supers smartphone app would solve so many problems in contacting other supers (this is distinct from "super Tinder" which I have also talked about).

Problem 1: What's it called?


The names I come up with seem very...quotidian. SuperTalk. ParaGraph or MetaGraph. The cutest so far is "App, App, and Away".

I'm thinking of an app that does the following (or says it does; whether it really does it is left as an exercise for the GM):

  • anonymizes or never gets location info
  • offers the choice of really deleting exchanges or, like SnapChat, deletes them after a certain period of time
  • encrypts data that's transmitted or saved, so if someone makes a copy of your phone somehow, they don't have a way to read your info. (I leave actual details to someone with expertise, but I'm thinking of a key that's stored somewhere and everything is encrypted in a new way after each look, though the transmission of the key might be vulnerable to a man-in-the-middle attack
  • does not translate but handles multiple language code sets
  • provides a list of enrolled supers, so if you've never met Fantastica you can still send him/her/it a message.

Problem 2: How are people verified?


Given that the supers population is limited, this might actually be a use for blockchain algorithms. My tentative answer is that some other user verifies you. So you can *get* the app off iTunes or the Google store or whatever the equivalent is, but you can't *use* the app until you're verified.

There might be a second app for getting in touch with heroes, but I think it would be like looking at a celebrity's Instagram: every fifth entry is "I love you so much! Please answer this!"