If anyone wants to know what happened to my character; he went home, back to Glasgow
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Paranoia, mister... paranoiaHotfoot wrote:I guess Elheru picked up Batman's "Own half the world" power, eh? :P
Paranoia doesn't install land mines and anti-aircraft cannons in a building in a crowded city without anyone being the wiser.Elheru Aran wrote:Paranoia, mister... paranoiaHotfoot wrote:I guess Elheru picked up Batman's "Own half the world" power, eh? :P
Knowing the right hackers and having links to a fairly generous, if shady, expense account does, not to mention being able to arrange convenient means of tying up the police, and carefully emptying properties for a few blocks around my safehouse through proxied purchases and the occasional taking advantage of supersitions doesn't hurt either...Hotfoot wrote:Paranoia doesn't install land mines and anti-aircraft cannons in a building in a crowded city without anyone being the wiser.Elheru Aran wrote:Paranoia, mister... paranoiaHotfoot wrote:I guess Elheru picked up Batman's "Own half the world" power, eh? :P
Shark Bait wrote:this wont end well and now i'm allong for the ride
Here's the first bit, a strike against a huge fortified position.Profile of character Excellent free-climber. Is familar to a unusual degree with woodcraft and tracking. Doesn't stay anywhere long; apparently lives out of a van that has had some rather... interesting modifications. Generally breaks up petty crime, but has gone after the occasional gang.
I see absolutely no mention of your somehow gaining access to their accounts. Just that you looted the armory and destroyed the compound after evacuating the area. No prisoners taken to get Swiss bank accounts from, no blackmail, nada. They may have had plenty of money, but I don't see you taking any of it.Apparently has some serious bad blood with his 'family', the cult that rose him. They were striving to create a genuine human with superpowers that could be passed on and improved through birth; many unethical (to say the least) means were adopted to bring this about. He ran away from them when young, and lived in the woods for several years before being brought back. A lengthy brainwashing procedure was apparently temporarily successful, and he received extensive weapons and combat training.
This training was promptly turned onto his captors; after looting the armoury, he destroyed their compound after making sure the inhabitants were out of their homes in order to avoid unnecessary loss of life. He drove to the nearest sheriff's office, dropped a large manilla envelope with a lengthy description of the cult's activities on his desk, and vanished.
He is currently the target of a Federal investigation; fortunately for him, said investigation is bogged down by lack of willpower.
He has on occasion worked with others, and seems to get along fairly well with a few; however, he is very much a loner.
Note the 'apparently'.Hotfoot wrote:Actually....I don't see any of that.
Here's the first bit, a strike against a huge fortified position.Profile of character Excellent free-climber. Is familar to a unusual degree with woodcraft and tracking. Doesn't stay anywhere long; apparently lives out of a van that has had some rather... interesting modifications. Generally breaks up petty crime, but has gone after the occasional gang.
How do you think he got said description of their activities, if he didn't obtain access to their records? Remember-- lived in the woods for quite a while; he had no idea what they were doing for that time, only that they were after him.I see absolutely no mention of your somehow gaining access to their accounts. Just that you looted the armory and destroyed the compound after evacuating the area. No prisoners taken to get Swiss bank accounts from, no blackmail, nada. They may have had plenty of money, but I don't see you taking any of it.This training was promptly turned onto his captors; after looting the armoury, he destroyed their compound after making sure the inhabitants were out of their homes in order to avoid unnecessary loss of life. He drove to the nearest sheriff's office, dropped a large manilla envelope with a lengthy description of the cult's activities on his desk, and vanished.
Second, if you think that ANY residential area in a city is nearly deserted, you're just plain crazy. Just because an area is a slum doesn't mean that people don't live there. Dozens, if not hundreds of people could live in your very building, to say nothing of the rest of the block.
A.) Where did you get 'cannons'? One or two of the AA guns are .50 BMG's, and the rest are all 7.62 and under. Plus, there aren't *that* many. There are four streets, crossing each other in a tic-tac-toe pattern; there are four AA guns, disguised as air conditioner boxes on the roof, each covering a corner of the central square. Eight remote guns, two to a corner, at ground level, hidden in mailboxes and false hydrants. The rest are inside the safehouse and the alleyway; eight at most.Now, you're telling me that you've gotten the roof pretty much exclusively to yourself, set up anti-air cannons. You've set up high tech land mines in the building and/or the alleyway, have a considerable strength EMP generator, plus numerous defense cannons. Given that these cannons are supposedly designed to take down metahumans, that means that they're likely to cause tremendous collateral damage if and when they miss or richochet, but that's another concern not directly related to my primary point.
There was attention. Attention was paid off, or just told to fuck off. The police force is obviously fairly incompetent, given how apparently the government relies upon metas as much as they do.Meanwhile, none of this is indicated in your character description. The only "residence" you have is your van, which is heavily modified. I can accept a few crash holes, stashed with weapons, armor, and gear, that you've set up in advance, but a veritable fortress designed to repel attacks by multiple metahumans? All without arousing attention to yourself?
Military device, as aforementioned.Shark Bait wrote:yeah i know i'm allong for the ride now but this seems like a bit much i was thinking in room emp not multi block thing
Okay. I'm only "apparently" a cyborg. In reality, I'm Superman, without the normal weaknesses. I win.Elheru Aran wrote:Note the 'apparently'.
Uh, no. I can give someone detailed information about a person or organization's activities without gaining access to their bank accounts. Additionally, I can hack into the FBI's database and gain access to field reports and still not have access to their funding information.How do you think he got said description of their activities, if he didn't obtain access to their records? Remember-- lived in the woods for quite a while; he had no idea what they were doing for that time, only that they were after him.
Access to records~access to personal files~access to database~access to monetary deposits...
Translation: "Despite the fact that these character descriptions are supposed to be relatively complete descriptions of our characters and their abilities and limitations, so long as I don't say that I don't have access to something, I can have access to something."Bear in mind as well that this character sketch is written up as though it's a FBI report. They don't know everything...
And the people who got scared...none of them went to the police? The actual owners of the buildings, they didn't raise an eyebrow when their properties suddenly started to vacate, or that one man started buying multiple leases from them. Nobody noticed the new things being installed, not city officials doing routing investigations, not civilians, not real estate agents or appraisers....In this case, there *are* people who live there. Transisents and homeless. However, Anderson disposed of the people who officially lived there; by either scaring them off for the most part, or by buying it up from under them.
You've never seen what real estate costs are for even an empty lot in a city are, have you? Entire buildings are worth millions, even if they are slums.And, mind you; it's not 'millions of dollars' of property. Only one block is outright owned; the rest of it is buildings that have been condemned long since, and the residents officially evicted, or otherwise persuaded to depart.
1. .50 Cals are essentially cannons. Second, you never specified what specifically you had, just that they were turrets. This comes back to this base and your defenses coming, essentially, out of nowhere.A.) Where did you get 'cannons'? One or two of the AA guns are .50 BMG's, and the rest are all 7.62 and under. Plus, there aren't *that* many. There are four streets, crossing each other in a tic-tac-toe pattern; there are four AA guns, disguised as air conditioner boxes on the roof, each covering a corner of the central square. Eight remote guns, two to a corner, at ground level, hidden in mailboxes and false hydrants. The rest are inside the safehouse and the alleyway; eight at most.
You've got them wired to a computer control that seems pretty damn advanced to me. Remember most mines are set and activate on a specific trigger. The fact that these are remote controlled from a computer DOES make them high tech.B.) The mines aren't that high-tech, either; they're basic land mines, wired up to a central control. Once activated, they're hot for three hours and then deactivate permanently; a custom-made fuse that burns out in that time period. By that time, either I can turn them off or I'll be captured or dead. Either way.
Speaking of the EMP generator, I hope you're ready for a nice little death toll when that thing goes off. Three mile radius? That's going to take out most of the city. Anyone with a pacemaker? Dead. That's just the beginning, by the way.C.) EMP generator: stolen off a military base, as was all the hardware for the most part, including the cloaking device (a modification of that Japanese projector thing).
That's you making calls about the NPC world. Last I checked, most of that was in the realm of the GM's control. Like I said, did you clear any of this with him yet?There was attention. Attention was paid off, or just told to fuck off. The police force is obviously fairly incompetent, given how apparently the government relies upon metas as much as they do.
Um, I don't care what he was brought up in. This is still out of nowhere and extremely unrealistic. But hey, you want to play a mass-murderer, feel free. I'll have no compunctions ripping your head off when we meet in-game.And if you think this is a 'fortress' by Anderson's standards, you obviously haven't seen the place he was brought up in. He got out; he's not going back.
He's not the only one, it seems....He's not quite stable upstairs, as you've probably guessed...
A) This is perhaps the most asinine thing I've had the misfortune of reading lately.C.) EMP generator: stolen off a military base, as was all the hardware for the most part, including the cloaking device (a modification of that Japanese projector thing).
So, you're suggesting that the police are incompatent. And this is based off of what exactly? That the government relies on metas to deal with other metas? Let me give you a quick analogy here. This is saying that you would go up against a M1 Abrams with a .45 semiauto by yourself. Would you? If you say yes then you're in more help then I or anyone else on this board could possibly give you. You're comparing your average run of the mill beat-cop to a meta in sheer ability and training. Your average cop is not trained or able to deal with someone who can throw a semi at them, run at speeds greater then mach 1 or control their mind from a mile away. Would you expect them to? Would you? No, you wouldn't. You would turn to those who are trained and capable of such. The military has the Primus unit, the feds have the Ultima Bureau and most cities have a independent group and a few others.There was attention. Attention was paid off, or just told to fuck off. The police force is obviously fairly incompetent, given how apparently the government relies upon metas as much as they do.
I'm as big a fan of anime as the next guy but I'm not going to abide by weapons capable of wiping out large portions of the city in a single blast.The hand of the clock on the wall ticked.
A red light started blinking in the corner of Anderson's screen. Frowning, he took a look; relaxing as he saw that it was just the countdown hitting 1 minute.
He got up, shut down the computers and went to a wall cabinet. Entering a different code, it clicked open and he grabbed a .50 calibre Barrett M82 sniper rifle, and slinging it over his back, went and opened the drawer with the EMP pulse generator again, to take a last look.
Putting his hand on it and rotating it slightly, he frowned and took a closer look at the etched letters...
"Goddamnfuckingshitohshit! Bastard gave me the wrong device!"Code: Select all
N2 DEVICE MARK THREE. TACTICAL SUB-UNIT BLAST RADIUS FIFTY METRES MANUFACTURED IN TOKYO-3
A straight column of fire shone in the sky, towering high.
The explosion took out most of the block, and shook up the bunker severely. It survived the destruction, however. As for the rest of all Anderson's gadgets and devices-- gone.