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Break is a game about breaking rules. All the rules. Even the rules of the game.

Here's the basics (Which are boring, ordinary, and kinda peripheral to the point of the game. Skip 'em if you like, you'll have seen it all before, like as not).

You've got five stats. (Actually six, but one comes up later).

Brawn, Agility, Wits, Smarts, and Charm.

Brawn is physical strength, agility is physical finesse, smarts is mental strength, wits is mental finesse, while charm is the necessary social stuff that.

In addition, you got traits. Traits are anything your stats aren't. Pretty simple. If its broad, your GM might reduce the value, its its narrow, they might increase it.

You get fourteen points for stats, and ten for traits. If you like, you can not spend 'em all (They might come in handy later).

System is simple. 1d6+stat+trait vs DC. Nothing special.

I was running a game today and one of my players criticised me for something. I'm a big enough boy to accept that I'm not perfect but the complaint he made was... well, pic related.

He said, and I wish I was making it up, that it was unfair for me to run combats against their characters because I knew their stats.

ITT: Most retarded things you've heard from your players

- outer wall strengthened

- southern wall constructed with aid from mechanic suits

- upgrades ordered for mechanic suits.

- theoretical designs commissioned for personal air ships.

- new houseing construction complete in upper town

- Airship ordered to maintain position over southern region,

- 3 new watchtowers are to be built along the southern wall

- a tradeing gate is to be built along southern wall with a manned guard post.

- area has been quardened off in southern district to facilitate a large town square where traders can access a large market and farmers can sell their wares.

- a pilot for our large automaton must be found

Alrighty /tg/, time to melt some faces. I found a veritable treasure trove of Warhammer cosplay last night. Some of it is pretty good, most of it is terrible. Because i've not seen the majority of it, i thought i'd be kind and dump.

SO HERE WE GO!

The rules of this quest are simple: First responder to my post decides what happens. No exceptions.

Here's how you make any high fantasy campaign better.

1) Forbid all existing character classes to players.

2) ALLOW ACCESS TO LUCHADORS

3)THREE CLASSES ONLY. MIGHT LUCHADOR[FighterBarbarianRangerMonk], MIND LUCHADOR[ClericMageDruidPsionist], MUSTACHE LUCHADOR[BardWarlordRoguePaladin]

4) OLE

Whats the best way to rape a fellow player in dnd 3.5?

Sup, /tg/.

I posted this earlier, but it seems to have poof'd, and besides - I got more done anyways.

*aherm*

+++BEGIN DATA FILE EXCERPT+++
+Personal log of High Tech-Magos Krygmann+
[Translated from Binary for the convenience of the readers]

+Entry dated: 1296009.M42+

It has been months since the discovery.

A piece of Archaeo-tech from ancient Terra, the processing implants in my brain can’t even comprehend. According to the data files we were able to decipher on its use, we believe it was called an “anti-mass spectrometer” by its creators, a group of ancient tech priests who we believe called themselves “The Order of the Black Mesa,” and along with the device we found a strange green crystal. So far, all of our attempts to scan the object have proven useless – it does not even seem to register at all. But recently, we uncovered another piece of data relating to the object and its place within the machine.

It warns us of an event called a “resonance cascade” but the probability is so small as to be insignificant.

Blessed be our hands as we uncover the great works of the Omnissiah!

So I had all these ideas that would make for a nifty Mario game, but I figured it'd be far more productive to turn them towards a tabletop game. So, Marioland Tabletop, I guess.

The tweest is, you play as minions of Bowser; Koopas, Goombas, Boos, Bob-ombs, what have you.

You were in front of computer, browsing 4chan, that was the last thing you remember before you vision went black and it felt as if the world dropped out from under you. Then everything went dead still and silence claimed your mind. You have no idea how long this lasted, but eventually you begin to hear waves gently breaking, its fuzzy and distorted at first but it grows clearer as time passes. Suddenly you feel a chill around your feet and you open your eyes, its painfully bright at first but it quickly fades and you see the clear blue sky, dotted with a few puffy clouds. You sit up and find yourself at a beach, the tide coming up to your feet. You glance behind you to see the tree line with a small worn dirt road leading up, aside the road is a man in a wide brimmed hat over his eyes reclining in a a comfortable looking chair. Having no other idea of what to do you approach him.

"Excuse me, where... where am I?" you ask.

The man, who you can only sum up as look unimportant sits up and lifts the hat up. "Oh, you must be new `round there parts. This here is the north coast of good old /tg/, Port Rage is further up this road. You picked a good time of year to come too, sea'o'rage is real calm this time of year, well as much as it gets anyway."

You stare at him dumbfounded when you here another voice speak up. "He's an NPC, don't worry to much about him, says that to everyone new he meets." You glance over your shoulder to see a person wearing a business suit walking up the road. You notice that outside of the business suit everything else just looks like a dark green silhouette... with the words 'picture not available' hanging across his face. "Welcome to the other side, to the 4chan archipelago. I'm anonymous, and so are you."

You look down at your hands and notice they're green too, and as it turns out, so you also appear to be wearing a suit.

What do you do now?

oh wai-

apparently another mod got him before i could.

protip: if somebody is being an insufferable faggot, please e-mail me.

love, mootykins

A few days ago, an Anon mentioned that he included Mr. Rogers as a minor Deity in all of his campaigns.

And, well... ADHD and too much spare time, I suppose. I did my best to keep the memory of the man intact, but what do you think, /tg/?

http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Mr._Rogers_(DnD_Deity)

>>2709630 continued
Humans Are Awesome
or
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love The Indiginous Sentients of Sol III

Anon needs suggestions badly!

“Humans are insane. You see, Humans have this concept called “Vengeance”. Once, a Vuux warship blew away one of their early colony ships. Fifty Terran geo-helio-cycles later, without a word, they glassed the entirety of the Vuux homeworld and called it even. Not one senator in the Union even dared bring it up with their ambassador. They have no compunction to follow the Concord of Equal Force!”

“The Human muscle-to-mass ratio is incomprehensible. Their world must have been at least half-again as large as ours. Their biology defies reason, they breathe oxygen and yet can swim in liquids without trouble. They can kill with their manipulator extremities, and more. One prisoner slammed his brain case into a guard, and then beat them to death with his bare hands.”

Can we have sea anemone dicks, /tg/?

Share your favorite experiences while playing the game!

Time to feel funny inside all over again.

*****

Children file out of the school's main doors,chattering happily now that another school day is over. You lean against the gate, watching them run out to the bus lines, laughing and playing as they go.
Ah, to be young again.

"Daddy!" Ork-chan cries as she sees you, skipping down the concrete path where you greet her with a warm hug.
"Hey sweetie, learn anything good today?" you ask, scruffing her hair playfully as you stand.
"Yeh, I got a C on a pop kwiz fer Choppa Praktikal!"
"That's my girl." you say, her beaming in happiness.

Ork-Chan's mother was killed in a WAAAAAAAGH! six years ago when her Warbike was shot by the Tau. Since then you have been raising Ork-Chan by yourself, working as a translater so you can work at home and be with her during the nights. Your house is small and she has to buy used weapons for school, but you are able to put Squig on the table and take her to the Trukk Races every month.
Smiling back down to her, you take her hand. "Let's go home."
"Kan we go out bak an' shoot fingz?"
"Sure. I'll get my lasrifle."
"YAY!"

So I heard about Science: The Hypothesis the other day, and thought I'd get into it. What's a good deck for beginners?

Anyone ever had a PC in a game that had a mental problem beyond "Lol, I'm psycho, I kill the innkeeper because I can" ? Pic vaguely related.