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All Outta Bubblegum
Klear:
OK, I'll post some mock gameplay later. In any case - and maybe I should have put this in a big disclaimer in the OP - this will be a highly experimental game. I'll probably have to update the rules a bit on the go if it turns out unplayable. It doesn't help that this is the first time I'm GMing ;)
On the other hand, ubersilly is the correct word for what I expect to happen, though it will depend on how you decide to play the game. I'll try to stay as neutral as possible, but feel free to embrace the silliness or cheesiness of the setting.
Hopefully, there won't be too many actions that are bornerline asskicking and normal. As for free actions, I'll have you roll on stuff which would require a skill check in most other RPG systems, so anything requiring specific skill, concentration or luck.
As for the bubblegum - I'm leaning towards literal bubblegum, though you will probably be able to understand what I write metaphorically as well as literally.
Edit:
OK, here's how I figure the game could look like - though in this fake game I didn't give the fake players too much room to roleplay, writing their imputs as commands in a text adventure game - that's because I was lazy writing it =P
There are 3 players:
Abber - gum: 6
Badburn - gum: 7
Cigg - gum: 7
--- Quote from: Klear ---You are in a hallway. There are three nondescript white doors along the left wall. You can hear grunting from somewhere behind the corner on the other side of the hallway.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Abber ---I try to quietly open the closest door.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Badburn ---I sneak to the end of the hallway and try to determine how far is the grunting
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Klear: ---Abber tries to open the closest door, but it seems to be locked. Meanwhile, Badburn sneaks to the end of the hallway, listening intently. It sounds like a pig cop standing a couple metres to the left of the corner.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Cigg ---I use my knife to try and pick the lock of the closest door.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Badburn ---I peek carefully around the corner.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Klear ---@Cigg - You roll 9 on a standard action - fail!
@Badburn - You'll have to roll standard action, or the pig cop might see you.
Cigg pushes Abber aside and jams his knife into the lock, but he doesn't manage to achieve anything. Annoyed, he reaches into his pocket and eats one of his remaining bublegums.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Badburn ---OK. Crap. I rolled a 9 as well =(
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Abber ---I push Cigg away as well and try to kick the door open. Rolling for asskicking - 2. Ouch.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Klear ---...when he's done with the lockpicking, Cigg gets pushed away as well, as Abber readies to kick the door open. His mighty boot impacts on the weak wooden door, but it refuses to budge. Unfortunately, the thunderous crash comes just as Badburn peeks around the corner. He finds himself staring in the eyes of an enormous porkalized LAPD officer brandishing a shotgun. The pig cop is startled but for a second, and then he aims his weapon straight at Badburn.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Badburn ---Crap. I hide back behind the corner, fists ready.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Abber ---I run towards the end of the hallway, to help Badburn
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Cigg ---I try to to open the other two doors.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Klear ---@Badburn: I rolled a standard action for you to see if you can duck in time. 1 - you're lucky.
Badburn quickly ducks behind the corner. A shotgun blast roars a split second later, biting a crater in the plaster wall. He realizes the pig cop will have to reload next, creating a small window of opportunity.
Meanwhile, cigg ignores the engagement and checks the other doors. The second one is locked as well, but he manages to open the third one. It leads into a small office.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Abber ---I run around the corner and jump-kick the pig cop before he can reload!
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Badburn ---Damn, I wanted to do that. And that standard action for ducking sucks. It should have been a free action =(
I go after Abber, ready to kick the pig cop's ass.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Cigg ---I examine the office.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Klear ---Abber runs around the corner fraction of a second after the shotgun blast and jumps at the pig cop. Unfortunately, he miscalculates his own speed and completely misses his target, landing on the floor a metre behind him. (you rolled 5 for asskicking) Badburn follows his example, becoming a wihrlwind of fists that falls on the pig cop, who's trying in vain to reload his shotgun. Badburn manages to rip it away from his arms and land a few punches, before the beast pushes him back and assumes defensive stance. (8, you barely made it)
Meanwhile, Cigg finds himself in a small office. There is a desk with a computer on it and filing cabinet that seems to be locked. There is a playboy calendar on the wall and throughout the window you can see a squad of aliens marching somewhere south.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Abber ---Is the shotgun close enough for me to reach? If so, I grab it, reload it and blast the pig cop away shouting "Makin' bacon."
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Badburn ---I. Kick. Ass.
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Klear ---Badburn quickly regains composure and immediately jumps back into the fight with the mutant. Though his opponent much bigger than him, he keeps pummeling him and dodging his attacks, until finally the beast seems to have had enough. (rolled 9) Suddenly it seems like it's caught a second breath and is ready for more, towering over Badburn, who stands ready to defend himself. Just then the pig cop's head explodes in a bloody spray of bone shards and grey matter. As the mutant topples over, Abber is revealed behind, smoking shotgun in his hands. "Makin' bacon," he says. (you rolled a 10 - lucky bastard =) You now have a shotgun and 12 rounds.
--- End quote ---
thelaptop:
Name: Ruhig Joe
Background: Just a regular Joe working as a developer in some unknown small-time start-up. He's anything but kick-ass.
Hobbies: Reading, writing, knitting.
HexaDoken:
I don't like physical gum :U I'm not even chewing gum.
Name: Kharana Zephronic, AKA Khran, AKA 'Mercer'
Disclaimer: The name is stolen as feck, and even without any permission whatsoever. But it's so badass I can't resist. Name belongs to Khran.
Bio:
Spoiler: spoilerty spoilerty spoiler (click to show/hide)So, who the heck is Khran?
To one guy he says that he is a king of a distant land, known as the Middle Ground. To the other guy, he says that he is a warrior in training, traveling to seek for potential opponents. To the third guy he says that he is a boss of a certain alien company. To the fourth guy he says that he is a chosen one, selected to fix the corruption in the universe. How much of that is true is left for people to figure out, and his real past is a mystery for all. Maybe even for him. Who the heck knows.
Either way, people just refer to him as "that random dude". And they are right - if anything, Khran is all kinds of random. Nobody can tell for sure what's his deal. Even he can't always tell what's his deal. He just pops here and there, fulfilling whatever thought comes first to his mind(usually it's rather silly), trying to look funny and usually failing to do so.
Bear in mind though, that while this guy is all fun and jokes, it's only for when he is in the good mood. Usually, that is whenever, and there isn't a thing that can get him angry instantly, but if the day keeps to be bad continiously, he can get just a wee tiny bit mad. And when he is wee tiny bit mad, you probably want to avoid him. As he is an unstoppable ball of fury in this state, raining devastation at simply anything that stands in his way, enemies or otherwise. Rumour is that only the patented Cooldown Hug from his sister can stop him from his rampage quickly and reliably, but since she isn't anywhere around... yeah guys, you're fucked.
Hobbies: drinking a whole lot of vodka and having no idea what the heck is he doing.
Uitë:
Name: Lucas Graves
Background: Lucas was a criminal investigator with the LAPD. When the invasion started, he was on a camping trip in the mountains, and on his return he found many of his friends mutated into hideous beasts. Now it's time to dust off his weapons training and avenge his fallen comrades. No relation to a certain general.
EDIT: I'm imagining him as mid to late thirties, single, and married to his relatively quiet desk job for years now. And that's just the way he likes it. He's somewhat out of shape, but not horribly so. Mostly he's a serious guy, but he does appreciate the occasional joke. He's the kind of person who introduces himself as Lucas, but doesn't mind when others shorten it to Luke. He knows how to kick ass if he needs to, but it's not easy, and it doesn't come naturally to him.
Matt_S:
I haven't played a Duke Nukem game since I was a little kid. But man this sounds awesome. I'd like to join as well.
Name: Richard Johnson
Background: Richard, or "Richy" as his mommy calls him, is a 21 year old college student majoring in chemistry. He is a nerd, a dweeb, a geek, and of course a wuss. Or people call him a wuss at least. And Richard is tired of it. He wants to show everyone that they were wrong about Richard Johnson. So he decides that he's going to prove he's a man. Richard polishes his glasses, wears his cleanest cargo pants and short-sleeve dress shirt (with pocket protector of course), and heads off to a nightclub one night. And the test of his manhood approaches...
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