Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: Revenge of the Game Subject: sadf
Oh right, also added Tek's character and all relevant information to start of this thread. And if anyone wants to throw questions at me IN ASTOUNDING REAL TIME or just shoot the shit, I'll be in chat for a bit.
I'll give you an example in Downhouser, who had a disadvantage of being exceptionally gullible. Anyone pulling any fancy puck moves will easily be able to fake him out. Things like that.
Posted on 2011-03-14 at 19:02:54.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: Revenge of the Game Subject: dsaf
First and foremost, I've included a sixth player in the game. Tek's character is that odd looking russian Ukranian that's joined your team, yay more people. Feel free to make in character introductions on the ice, speaking is a free action? Question mark? Fuck yeah.
Secondly, you're currently on ice. In skates. Playing hockey.
Here are some things you should know.
There's are 6 positions; 3 forwards (Left Wing, Centre, Right Wing), 2 defenders (Left and Right) and a goalie (Goalie!).
The goalie is obviously the person standing in the goal, last line of defense, man people are shooting pucks at.
The defenders are also quite obvious, largely defending their end of the ice, checking players and trying to take the puck away from others while blocking access to the goalie.
The wingers are the most offensive position, each generally uses a side of the rink and is up for shooting the puck at the net and setting up in the opponents end.
The centre is like a slightly more defensive winger generally (although they're an offensive player) who takes face-offs for the team (meaning, they fight for the puck when it first becomes live).
Please use this thread to figure out what positions you're taking and uh...take them. Additionally, this is going to work kinda like combat, just because there's a referee on the ice doesn't mean there's going to be much in the way of rules. Your weapons have been taken from you, but you all have blades strapped to your feet, hockey sticks in your hands and fists...as your hands...your hands can fists...you know what I mean.
You're wearing whatever you were wearing when you came into the arena (NO ARMOUR FOR YOU, EVEN THE GOALIE, IT WILL HURT) while the other team is wearing full hockey gear. This will probably be one of the more "complicated" situations you'll get into, as you're trying to score goals while fighting off hockey players and not getting murdered while avoiding giving up goals.
In case people were wondering, checks and slapshots are affected by physical stats, and finesse plays and wristshots are more skill based. It is entirely up to you whether or not your character can skate well.
Feel free to throw any questions at me, I'm assuming there will be a couple.
P.S. Steelight, their captain is a right winger, and he hates you. If you take left wing, he'll be matched up beside you at face-offs. I'm sure you can figure out how that will end up.
Posted on 2011-03-14 at 16:47:44.
Edited on 2011-03-14 at 16:48:46 by Grugg
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Personally, I much preferred the old Hockey Night in Canada theme, but meh "We were told you might have some information for us. And that we could perhaps lend you a helping hand with the... situation you've grown so tired of. But if you don't want our help, I'm sure we can find other paths to our goal."
Danyael paused a moment a moment, looking at the group of enraged hockey players surrounding the group. His gaze stopped on one of the larger ones who seemed to be staring at him a little angrier than the others, if such a thing could be determined. The man looked familiar to Danyael, but he ignored that for the moment.
"And judging by the greeting, it seems like you have all the help you need eh Canadian? Or perhaps you need someone a bit smarter, a bit smoother, or a bit more... shall we say... awesome to get the job done. Hmm?"
The boast caused the circle to falter slightly, the menacing hockey players looking to The Canadian to seemingly determine how they should react. The man himself looked slightly taken aback, it was not every day someone stepped into the stronghold of a drug lord while surrounded and outnumbered and then proceeded to talk as if he was from a position of power, after all. The man rubbed a hand through his busy beard a moment before he broke out in hysterical laughter.
The surrounding goons soon joined in, and their laughter reverberated off the high ceiling of the arena concourse. Suspecting they were in trouble, the team tightened up, preparing to fend off multiple attackers. The Canadian raised a hand, and as loud as the laughter had been, it stopped immediately.
”Yoo've got some balls on you, eh?”, the man said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye, ”Yoo hosers show up to do Fantasti's dirty work and act like his name still means something in these parts of town. What's he all aboot anyway? Yoo meet the cowardly bastard?”
He started laughing again, though not as joyfully as the first had been.
”Why don't yoo lot follow me then, eh?”, he said, stepping back towards the entrance to the arena. ”There's something in here yoo're gonna want to see”
The team moved forward with the group of hockey players, save Percy, who tried to slip back and take another look at the antiquated ice cream machine before being dragged along by two of the burlier goons. Virago jabbered non-nonsensically at The Canadian as they navigating the seating, before a blistering rant from Katie shut everyone up until they reached the grandstands of the surprisingly well lit hockey rink, and from their position they could see what appeared to be a hockey game going on on the ice. A drastically one-sided hockey game.
One team resembled the goons that had led them into the stands, large, intimidating and decked out in Wildfire uniforms. The other team...well the other team appeared to be junkies and local thugs. They didn't seem to be wearing any hockey gear, and one of them wasn't even wearing a shirt! The two teams were taking a face-off at centre ice as The Canadian began speaking.
”I'm a nice guy, eh?” he said with a grin, ”...after all, I'm from Canada.”
He continued while a few of the goons chortled quietly.
”So I like to give people second chances, eh?”, he gestured down the rink, ”These hoseheads owe me money, eh? So I tell them, they win a game against my boys, all debts are forgiven. Seems like a good deal, eh?”
The goons in the stands all nod forcefully, until a loud scream from the ice draws everyone's attention to the rink. The junkie that had been taking the face-off against the Wildfire thug had been pounded to the ice in the face-off circle. The puck dropped the Wildfire player easily passed it back to a defender before turning in place and stomping down on the now prone junkie with his skate, improbably severing his leg with a single kick. The junkie's scream was cut short as a second stomp cut through the man's throat, leaving his twitching corpse bleeding at centre ice while the Wildfire player skated away.
The Canadian smiled before continuing, ”In truth I rarely get my money from those hosers, but they rarely get forgiven, eh?”
The game runs painfully short, with only the junkies' goalie remaining after just a few minutes. The Wildfire players began circling the net with earnest, passing the puck back and forth between them while the now panicked man desperately looked out over the blood splattered ice. Suddenly, a player flicks a quick pass back out to the point, where an enormous player had been winding up for a slapshot. He fires the puck at the net, and there is a dull splat as it embeds itself in the goalie's forhead. As he falls backward over the goal line, the goal horn blares and the Wildfire players celebrate on the ice, heading back to their bench to get high-fives the players waiting there. As the players head back to the dressing room, The Canadian begins speaking again.
”GOOD GAME BOYS! Now, where were we with yoo hosers, eh?”
"Now, I believe we were about to come to an arrangement were we not?" Danyael spoke up, drawing yet another glare from the strangely familiar goon.
”Right, yoo lot were looking for help, eh? Well I'll tell you what. Yoo lot do better than those hosers out there...”, he gestured to the ice, where a wildfire player was non-nonchalantly pushing the body parts off the ice with a large zamboni. ”...win the game, and I'll do my best to hell yoo lot aboot in your job for the big man, eh?”
Before anyone in the team could protest, the goons started pushing them down towards the away team bench. A wildfire player skated over and collected their weapons before he threw a heap of skates over the side and in front of them before turning up to the stands and shouting up The Canadian.
”Boss, they ain't got enough guys for a team, eh? They're one short!”
The Canadian's brow furrowed. ”Well we gotta giv'em a chance to make it fair, eh? Bring out that worthless russian cousin of my wife, eh?
The goon nodded and skated off the dressing room, returning shortly with a lean man wearing black camo fatigues and a ridiculously strange hat. He skates him across the ice and opens the gate for him to climb onto the team's bench.
”Now don't think yoo'll get it easy with my wife's cousin on yooer team there, eh?” The Canadian jeered down from the stands, where he had somehow procured a cup of beer and plate of nachos, ”Never really liked the Russian bastard anyway...
Before introductions could be made with their new member, a couple smaller Wildfire players skated out onto the ice and gave a quick skate around. The team's relief was short lived as these smaller players soon skated over to their bench, seemingly only out here to make sure the group got their skates on properly. As the team stepped out onto the ice, the stadium lights went down, with a large spotlight shining on the entrance to the other team's dressing room. Suddenly, a loud voice split the silence, and inexplicably, an octopus holding a waffle was thrown on the ice.
”LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR FANTASTICO WILDFIRES!!!”
The voice came from the loudspeakers throughout the arena, and the team could hear The Canadian clapping loudly in the seating area. Six large, be-mulleted players skated out on the arena, and Katie was relieved and at the same time disturbed to notice one of them seemed to be female, if largely otherwise identical to the other players. At least The Canadian believed in gender equality. The players lined up on their sign of the face-off circle, and the team quickly slipped and slid their way into a largely matching position.
”AND NOW...SINGING THE NATIONAL ANTHEM...THE WIFE OF WILDFIRE'S CAPTAIN JEAN-LUC LE CONNARD, AMY LE CONNARD!!!”
A beautiful young woman stepped out onto the ice, and began singing in a manner so overblown and overdramatic that none of the team could really actually determine what national anthem it was. Danyael however, had other things on his mind as the large, angry looking goon from earlier skated from his team's line and embraced the singer. The singer noticed Danyael, and as madly as he was shaking his head no, gave him a small wave and a smile. The large goon turned and gave Danyael a death stare, and suddenly Danyael knew exactly where he had seen the man before. That man was the Wildfire's captain...and Danyael had apparently slept with his wife.
The singer retreated off the ice, and the Wildfires gave a quick skate around their end of the ice before taking up their positions for the face-off. A large goon in an ill-fitting referee uniform skated out to centre ice holding a puck and looked expectantly at the team, which is still standing somewhat confused on their side of the ice.
”Get in yooer positions then, ya' hosers.”
(OOC: Oh god you're going to want to see the Q&A)
Posted on 2011-03-14 at 16:35:44.
Edited on 2011-03-14 at 17:20:44 by Grugg
This is one of those situations where it's acceptable to not post, and I of course understand your situation, having failed to meet many deadlines over the course of whenever, so don't worry about it. While I'll miss the flavour yours (and Eol's!) posts bring to the game, neither of you is particularly social, so I doubt you'd have changed much in the "main" storyline. I'll throw some NPCing in for the pair of ya, as Eol has already expressed his characters actions, and Downhouser's a fun character to play around with.
Expect the update shortly. Assuming I don't end up writing a goddamn novel.
Posted on 2011-03-14 at 15:33:27.
Topic: YeOlde Return Subject: asdf
Haha, it's about time. Good to see you again.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: Revenge of the Game Subject: sadf
Short request. I think it's reasonable to have all the posts in by the end of the weekend, for a possibly monday/late sunday update. I'm not going to be around much before then, so that would make my day on return. Love the lot of you. I'm butter.
Posted on 2011-03-11 at 05:12:43.
Topic: Wedding Bells! Subject: adfs
No, was in fact referring to Ody hoping your husband-to-be won't mind being harassed by a werebear. I dare say I'd not heard that before.
Posted on 2011-03-11 at 03:27:22.
Topic: Wedding Bells! Subject: Without a doubt
That is the weirdest wedding well wish anyone has ever made. Ever.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: Revenge of the Game Subject: sadf
Alright, Darius Garnet is added to the PDA on the first page. Sorry that took an extra day. That should give you all the information you need on him.
Many such props to all GMs that dealt with my erratic availability and random postings. Also bears.
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 19:58:52.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: Revenge of the Game Subject: sdaf
Alright, update is in. You are sounded by at least 15 angry men that look like they'd killed a quite a few people before. The man addressing you seems to fit the description of the Canadian to anyone with half a brain (ie, everyone save Downhouser) and at the moment no one seems openly hostile. Kathryn currently has the PDA, if only because celeste was the only player on at the time.
The PDA information is on the first page of this thread, and the darius garnet blurb is not up at as my fingers are numb. That will be up tonight.
Stats have been updated, as Kathryn smashing the radio counts as property damage...huzzah!
Um...I think that's everything I had to cover....any questions let me know. Kinda railroaded you guys around a bit there, but ehn.
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 18:05:30.
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Sweet Goddamn Exposition Batman!
While the last gang member stopped twitching, the group branched out about the area. Kathryn headed over to the still blasting boombox, smashing it before going straight for Virago and the man they'd rescued, while Percy and Danyael took a brief moment to search the dead. The search was largely fruitless, turning up a few scant dollars and rolling papers, not even enough to satisfy the bill Percy's frozen treats had mandated. Disappointed, the pair stood up to head over towards Virago, only to be nearly struck in the head by the lumbering behemoth that was Downhouser, who was now circling the area, swinging a body like some enormous fan blade, causing the last of the flames to dissipate. His elaborate fire dance continued until he realised he was no longer holding a body, but rather the lower half of a leg, and a quick scan of the horizon reveal the remnant of the body sailing skyward, torn clear off by the enormous force of having the giant swing it around like a yo-yo.
As he made his way over to the rest of the group, suggestions were already being thrown about, while Virago seemed to be scooping up asphalt for some reason.
“This guys doesn’t look so good,” Percy mused, “maybe we should put him in the cooler. Ice might take some of that swelling down, you think?”
Danyael chimed in, “As much as I hate to say it, Percy is right. We should get him in the truck. If nothing else, he'll be a bit safer should anyone else decide to come by. And given the amount of noise we just made, I wouldn't think it would be too long before someone else, perhaps someone armed with more than a tire iron, comes to see what happened. I don't think they would look to kindly on our prompt defeat of these gang guys in this neighborhood."
While the rest of the group voiced their agreement with the plan to dump a wounded man in the blood stained freezer of an obviously deranged ice cream salesman who had just murdered two men with frozen treats, Virago had apparently stuffed a collection of trash and illegal stimulants into a large syringe, which had by now taken on an ominous green colour. Pushing his way back into the middle of the group and straddling the man who was stirring slightly. The man's eyes opening slightly only to see the sharp point of a needle being thrust directly into his face, swung downwards double-handed by Virago as if it were some sort of killing blow. The man convulsed violently, before lying still, and for a brief moment it looked as if he'd had a rather traumatic death, but soon the effects of Virago's off-beat medical training were evident. The man's swollen face was hurriedly resuming its original size and shape, and some of the bleeding was already slowing. While the rest of the group stood stunned a moment, trying to comprehend exactly what they'd just seen, Virago wrapped the rest of the wounds with gauze from his first aid kit.
"Perfect! I should have stayed in medical school.” Virago said, looking up at the still slightly shook group, ”Nah... too boring."
With the group still giving him odd stares, Virago gestured vigorously towards the ice cream truck.
"Ice helps swelling! To the cooler! Preferably one without any blood in it. Don't want to get an infection! I worked hard to keep this guy sterile!"
Obliging immediately Gerald picked up their contact with his two massive arms and cradled him close to his chest.
“Don’t worry mister,” he said as he walked over to the van, “You’re in good hands now.”
The rest of the group followed the massive man back towards the ice cream truck, loading aboard while Downhouser gently placed their new friend in the cooler like a normal person would a baby in a crib. Percy put the truck into drive and continued a little further into the area, seeking to put a little distance between themselves and the ruckus they'd caused, which would inevitably draw the attention of more undesirables. The truck bumped and rocked as it drove over the mess of bodies that littered the street, and just as they were heading out of sight, Danyael spotted a pair of new gangstas reaching the scene of the fight. They paused a moment, looking around before the remnants of the corpse Downhouser had been swinging about earlier (slightly charred from having re-entered the atmosphere) landed in their midst with an audible spliick. The two man let out a terrified yell before running off back into the surrounding alleys.
The team had been driving through the streets seemingly at random, just attempting to stay mobile while their contact recovered in the back of Percy's truck. It was barely an hour before they heard a couple of confused thumps from the inside of the freezer, followed by a series of screams. Downhouser opened the lid and reached in, drawing the mass of rags that they now knew as Roberto Stanislav from the cooler. The wounds and swelling had all but disappeared, much to Virago's delight, with only the gauze wraps giving any indication that he had been in any sort of poorer state. It took him a second to properly regain his bearings, and he turned to look at the group in front of him. He put on a nervous grin, nodded slowly and immediately spun about only to smash bodily into Downhouser's chest. He got himself up slowly, dusting himself off and looking from person to person, before he finally spoke.
”Who are...where am...what ees...” The man spoke with a thick Russian accent.
Kathryn cut the man off, flicking the ID badge she'd picked up at him. He caught it out of the air.
”So then...you are...”, he paused again, seemingly unable to finish a sentence for the purpose of padding this part of the update out, and looked at the group again, noticing the large collection of firearms (and a goddamned streetlight) they carried. ”You are Fantasti-team?”
The group nodded in unison, and an enormous smile spread across Roberto's face.
”Thanks god you are here, ees like always say; screen door on submarine is most like a tree and leaves.
While the group stood trying to contemplate the sheer absurdity of the aforementioned metaphor, Roberto tore off the rags he'd been wearing, revealing a surprising pristine tuxedo that Virago was positive hadn't been there when he'd dressed the man's wounds.
”Specialist Agent Roberto Stanislav, Master of the Disguisings, at your services”, the man took a deep bow, causing Downhouser to step back slightly to avoid a potentially awkward situation arising. ”Am field agent for Mr. Fantasti, and am here to relay order for doing in the Westsides.
He stared at the team expectantly, meeting only their blank stares in return. The truck shook violently and there was a loud ”Yarp! as Percy realised he'd not kept his eyes on the road, and quickly resumed taking care of driving the truck while the rest of the team began to question Roberto.
”Well?” Kathryn tilted her head, “...can we have this order for doing now?
Roberto looked confused for a moment, before the proverbial lightbulb lit.
“Of course babushka,” he said with a smile, drawing a slightly aggravated look from Kathryn, ”Am having all the information you are needing here.
With that, Roberto withdrew a small PDA from his pocket, plugged a few buttons and tossed it over to Kathryn.
”You are to be seeking and killing the man there detailed on that.” he said, gesturing to the image of a large black man in an impeccably fine suit that was displayed on the PDA screen ”We are reporting he ees leading gang drug operations in the Westsides, and his influence 'as greatly destabilised region, and is thorn in Mr. Fantasti's side. Ees important you remove from equation.”
Kathryn clicked the image on the PDA screen, a large bio ran across the screen. Emblazoned across the top was the name Darius Garnet. (OOC: Complete character biography is located on first page of Q&A thread, under the statistics post.)
”Weeell be hard to find target straight away...” Roberto drew the group's attention away from the screen, a good thing too, as Percy barely managed to swerve the truck around a large trash bin. ”...ees very well protected, ees powerful man. We 'ave een though, man can help you get to target”
He took the PDA from Kathryn, pressed a few more keys and an address came up on the screen. 4 LeCavalier Drive. The old Fantastico Wildfires hockey arena.
”We are not knowing real name of contact,” Roberto explained, ”contacted us few days ago, said was tired of Garnet's agenda. Calls himself, The Canadian. Eef you are head to arena, and identify yourselfs, should be expecting you. Now if you are pleasing to stop at this corner, I weeell be letting you on your way.”
Percy pulled up at the curb, and the team watched as Roberto stepped out onto the street, and in a single deft motion tore his tuxedo off, revealing a form fitting wet suit and large scuba tank underneath that was inexplicably protruding in a way the team certainly couldn't have missed earlier. Roberto stepped into the street and removed a manhole cover from a sewer opening. He gave a small wave before dropping into the hole with the manhole over his head, leaving no sign of his presence as it spun shut perfectly as he disappeared. The group heard a distant splash, and then silence, before Percy started the truck and headed down another alley toward the old hockey arena.
The arena have definitely seen better days, and in the years since the initial riots the exterior had clearly not been maintained. The large “Fantastico Arena” sign was no missing a couple letters, leaving Fan as co r n written oddly spaced in large red letters across the mass of boarded up windows and shattered plexiglass plating that at one point would clearly have been a sight to see back in its heyday.
As the group pulled up in front, they disembarked and headed to the large front doors, passing a number of scattered metal barricades and overturned concession stands that littered the entryway. Only one of the doors seemed functional, and the foyer inside was just as destitute as the outside walk had been. Some frayed banners hung from the ceiling, listing notable players that had been team members before everything went to hell, and the floor was covered in torn team merchandise and empty beer cups.
Percy noticed an old ice cream dispenser behind one of the dust covered concession stands and took a step towards it, only to bump one of the empty cups off the counter, and as it fell to the ground a loud air horn suddenly began blaring. Before the group could react, large metal slides slid over the doors behind them, and bright red lights began flashing on all the walls. A hustling noise could be heard and soon the large arena doors in front of the group burst open. Several men, all dressed in complete Fantastico Wildfire uniforms and each decked out in a complete set of a hockey gear rushed into the room, quickly surrounding the bewildered team. They leered menacingly at the five, some holding hockey sticks that looked like they'd been sharpened to the point where there'd be a very real risk of someone losing a limb were they hooked with it.
For a moment, it looks as if a fight was on the verge of occurring, when a boisterous voice emerged from slightly further into the shadows of the arena.
”Boys, boys settle 'er down eh?”
A man stepped out into the foyer, dressed unlike the others that had emerged. His large frame was wearing a red and black flannel jacket, his feet decked out in large steel-toed work boots. His face was hidden behind a large, bushy brown beard and atop his head sat an almost comically undersized red and blue tuque. He stepped towards the group, and the circle of angry hockey players parted, letting up address the team.
”Alright then you lot,” he gestured towards the group, ”what's all this aboot then, eh?”
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 17:55:58.
Topic: EXCITED!!! Subject: asdf
Soon, your economy will be so shit we'll be buying all your assets with monopoly money.
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 04:42:35.
Topic: EXCITED!!! Subject: askmf
I'm afraid I have to post this.
Posted on 2011-03-03 at 15:34:13.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: Revenge of the Game Subject: dsaf
Man, have you ever promised an update, then spent the next two days thinking someone hadn't posted yet only to find they'd posted twice and so really you were late and not them?