not in my old group bunch of munchkins

new group holds promise, waiting to see how my players play

Technically I have.

By roleplaying, and nothing else, I made a guy cry like a baby.

We call that Black Saturday, as it ruined the session when he cried for 2 hours.

>>12539815

Storytime? I'm feeling storytime.

If I played PnP games, I think I'd be tearing up a lot and it'd be super awkward(especially since I'm a dude). It just kind of happens, whether I want it to or not.

Well, just to name one, there was the 24 hour game that I ran. One game, 24 hours, no stopping. Final fucking destination bitches.

The setting and system were a home-brew; big-ass space fantasy epicness (I've since massively retooled both the system and setting; kind of embarressed at how bad it all was looking back, but I hear that some people still use it even now).

The pitch was as follows; you are a bunch of space adventurers, all in your autumn years, realising that your best days are getting behind you. You're sat in a bar one night, drinking, and someone brings up an old legend, The Judge of Worlds. A weapon so powerful nothing could stand against it. And you've had a few, and you've all been griping, and realising that the stories everyone has been telling are the same stories you told last time you all met for drinks, and the time before that... and someone makes the idiotic suggestion that you all go hunting for it. Find the impossible, possibly non-existant legendary superweapon. Because why the fuck not?

So the players statted up a bunch of epic PCs, with epic resources, stocked up on snacks, food, and Red Bull, and readied to jump in.

>>12540102

The party was as follows:

Freya - Alien crimelord (from a birdman race) who ran a highly successful smuggling operation across half of known space.

Hatori Kitano - Another birdman alien; one of the greatest assassins in all the known worlds.

Charles Beaumont - Perhaps the finest pirate in all of space. Certainly the finest dressed.

Warren T Void - Ostensibly the AI aboard Charles' ship, which went by the same name. Warren was actually the brain of Charles' best friend, stuck in a jar. Able to act by puppetting a liquid metal battlesuit.

Tarsis McCallum - Legendary mercenary, veteran of dozens of campaigns, and one of the finest military minds alive.

Popo - Another alien; this one a frogman. Also, a high priest (in a setting where the "church" more or less runs everything because they own the gate system) and extremely powerful demon summoner. So fat he had to be carried in a palanquin by a dozen slaves. The palanquin actually had anti-gravity, but he thought the slaves added a classiness to it.

Marie - Another priest, this one an adventuring archaeologist. Basically a female Indiana Jones.

The stage was set, we were full of sugar, and the adventure was ready to begin.

>>12540102
>>12540108
Epic...plz post moar!

Was PoPo also black? Or is it blue now?

BUMP!!!

>>12540108

Now imagine, if you will, the kind of bar where seven of the most terrifying people alive might go for a drink.

It was called The Suicide Bomber, allegedly because it was the proprietor's previous profession (try saying that quickly). Said proprietor was Arnold Mealy (worries me that I remember all these names; this game was years ago), a one eyed cripple with a bad arm, and too many burn scars for any human being still in one physical piece.

His bartender was Tex, an ancient alien robotic super-soldier built using lost technology, and reprogrammed to serve a damn good Martini.

Now Arnold serves some pretty weird customers, and he hears some pretty weird things, so when these guys get to talking about The Judge, he sidles over, pours another round, and offers them something that might actually constitute a genuine lead. Specifically, it's the name and rough location of a woman who has apparently made a life's obsession out of searching for The Judge; it's nothing solid, but if anyone can help them, it's her.

Unfortunately, the woman happens to be a religious fanatic who worships the forces of universal entropy, and wants to destroy everyone and everything in the universe in order to satisfy the inevitability of chaos.

>>12540171

I believe the preferred paint-scheme for Slann mage-priests was green at the time, so that's what we were rolling with ;-)

F. Fucking. Five.

>>12540207

Our heroes thank their bartender for this information, with a grin and a nod, and carry on drinking. After all, it's all just idle chatter, nothing serious really.

And they keep on drinking, and the idea grows on them. And grows.

And whilst it grows, they decide it's time to throw a party. Shuttles are summoned, and the group relocates to The Warren T Void, a ship outfitted in all the classiest of Victorian gothic stylings, for dinner and a ball (because that's just what you do when you're that loaded).

A very drunk Charles Beaumont proceeds to order Warren to load up the coordinates given to them by Arnold, and plot a course.

Our heroes wake up the next morning to find their ship in orbit around a sparsely populated planet, only really notable for the ancient climate control platforms that orbit it, maintaining the environment below. They're another piece of lost technology, but at this point little more than a curiosity.

Over the breakfast table, the group look at each other, shrug, smile, and realise that this is the most exciting thing to happen to them in years. Wild goose chase or not, they decide "Fuck it, let's give it a go."

They head on down to the planet, and after some investigation (and a few mishaps, including an accidental bank robbery), they work out that the woman they're after lives on one of the climate control platforms, apparently surrounded by a bunch of cultists who revere her as a messiah.

"Well", they say, "best go pay the messiah a visit then."

What's the point of #noko as opposed to just noko?

>>12540335

There's some procedural stuff here that's mostly just your usual dungeon crawling. I played up the ghostly atmosphere of the unimaginably ancient but still functional climate control platform, miles long, built by the same now extinct race that once enslaved every other sentient race in the galaxy. This particular platform was slowly starting to lose power, so lights flickered off, large sections were in darkness, on board life support was glitchy in areas; using small skimmers, able to carry four apiece (or two plus Popo) they progressed through the long tunnels, until they began to encounter crude traps, and then an ambush by the cultists.

Being god-tier, they dealt with these threats pretty easily (it wasn't a complete non-encounter because Hatori, the combat bunny, was still on the planet, Charles and Tarsis were both simply competent without either their ship or battlemech respectively, and Marie, Freya and Popo were almost entirely non-combatants), and busted their way in to meet the supposed messiah.

She turned out to be surprisingly willing to talk, especially once she knew they were after The Judge, and offered to give them her leads, but only if they signed contracts agreeing to hand over The Judge once they had acquired. Figuring that a) they only wanted to find the thing, they didn't care about keeping it, and b) the woman was a fucking anarchist who didn't know shit about contracts, they all shrugged and signed.

(they did raise the "why would an anarchist prepare contracts" question, to which she replied that she found it amusing to constrain them with their own laws. Oh, and in case you're wondering, despite having extremely shady professions, all of the heroes were technically law abiding citizens, couching their professions in red tape and legal grey areas allowing them to get away with shit like piracy whilst still being able to show their faces at high society functions).

>>12540441

So, contracts in hand, crazy bitch tells them that the Judge is actually in the hands of a private collector. His family have apparently owned the weapon for several generations, keeping it secret, and passing it down the line.

I forget the collectors name, so let's call him Armitage (for no particular reason). He lived in a private habitat, in an otherwise uninhabited system, protected by a personal army of guards, and the defences of the habitat itself. Armitage himself apparently rarely left his mansion, and even convincing him to talk to them was going to be tricky.

Getting the Judge from him; trickier still.

>>12540493
NEED MOAR!

>>12540493

Charles is first up. By the strength of his reputation (Charles Beaumont, the most charming pirate in all of space, got invited to all of the very best parties. He was a man known for his superb taste, razor wit, and the exceptional elegance and dignity with which he would rob you blind) he arranged a meeting with Armitage to discuss his interest in purchasing an artifact from Armitage's collection. After some persuasion, Armitage agreed, and invited Charles over for dinner.

Bringing Freya as his dinner guest (which added an interesting wrinkle to the slowly blossoming romance between Freya and Hatori, which the players had been quietly developing off to one side of the action), Charles arrived at the habitat, and was shown in. They were lead through the arrays of defences, the small city that housed the staff, and finally to the mansion itself, opulent and resplendent against an artificial lake, and surrounded by rolling green hills. Armitage welcomes them, escorted by a pretty young lady, and the four enjoy a charming dinner on a balcony overlooking the water. After dinner is done, the ladies step outside and allow the gentlemen to discuss business (and allowing Freya to dig out a little information from the young ladie, Evelyn, who turned out to be Armitage's sister, and his only remaining blood relative.

>>12540441

Huh. Well that would explain why it wasn't working. Man, now I feel stupid.

>>12540683
>Huh. Well that would explain why it wasn't working. Man, now I feel stupid.

>>12540683

Speaking with Armitage, meanwhile, Charles broaches the subject of the Judge, and immediately gets shut down. Armitage is respectful enough not to try to pretend that he doesn't have it, but he refuses to speak of it further. Pressed on this point, he finally reveals that the safekeeping of the Judge is a sacred trust that his family has undertaken. True to the legends, he claims that it is a weapon of unimaginable potency, created by the Slithzerikai (the alien race that once enslaved the whole galaxy) but never used, for fear of it's power. He asks that Charles not pursue the matter further, and that his compatriots do their part to help him in keeping the existence of the Judge a secret. He believes it is too dangerous a weapon to be in anyone else's hands.

>>12540800

Respectfully, Charles agrees to Armitage's request, having taken a liking to the chap, and he and Freya leave. Returning the others aboard the Warren T Void, he tells them the whole story, and suggests that there clearly isn't much point in pursuing the adventure any further.

At which point, reveals some bad news. He's been going over the contracts they signed with crazy bitch, and it turns out they're a lot more detailed than one might expect from a nutjob anarchist. In fact, they're the kind of contracts you might expect from, say a nutjob anarchist who only came to be leader of a chaos cult by having a total life reversal from her previous profession as a fucking shit-hot lawyer, the kind so fundamentally fucking obsessed with the perfection of law that eventually the nightmarish insanity of trying to make the law fit every situation perfectly broke her mind and drove her into entropy worship.

Yeah. Precisely that kind of nutjob anarchist.

This was a big problem, because buried in the small print, she had essentially trapped them into having to deliver the Judge to her, on pain of forfeiting all of their assets. For Charles and Freya, this included their crew, and company respectively. Both of them had felt an immense sense of duty to the people in their charge, and allowing this to happen was simply unthinkable. For Warren the situation was even worse, because Charles' assets included Warren's body, the ship.

Doing some checking through their connections, they determined that crazy bitch had already logged copies of the contracts with the priesthood, who would jump at a chance to bring them all down (even the two priests, both of whom were dabbling in stuff the priesthood disapproved of). They were well and truly boned.

>>12540827

Backs against the wall, they decide that they're going to have to take the Judge from Armitage, by whatever means necessary.

Unfortunately, this would be difficult, given where the man lived.

Fortunately, they had a motherfracking tactical genius.

Tarsis set about preparing a plan, using their scant resources, including the ship's small complement of marines and Tarsis' own battlemech.

They begin by sneaking Marie and Freya onto the surface of the habitat, with a few crewmembers, where they quietly disable the habitat's outside communications array.

Whilst they're busy with this, Tarsis, in his mech, and a boat full of marines (plus Charles and Hatori) drift in towards the habitat on silent running. Just as they close, the comms are taken down.

And then Warren uses the ships prow mounted heavy plasma cannon to blow the bloody doors off.

The boat ramps up to full speed, and burns it straight into the heart of the habitat, flying straight through the defences at full pelt, and landing on the lawn of the mansion. The marines deploy, and immediately meet with heavy fire from guards stationed inside the mansion.

The rest of the private army are already gearing up, and mobilising heavy support. Tarsis proceeds to lead them in a cat and mouse game through the city, picking off their armour one by one, and tying up their forces whilst Charles and his marines storm the mansion. Hatori moves ahead of them, infiltrating with a stealth suit, to capture Armitage's sister. Using her as leverage, they force him to surrender, and take him prisoner.

>>12540800
>True to the legends, he claims that it is a weapon of unimaginable potency, created by the Slithzerikai
Weren't the Slithzerikai the reptile people with the crystal fetish from Avernum?

Excellent story, BTW, I'm eagerly awaiting more.

>>12540906

Weary from the battle, the group patches up their wounds, and begins searching the habitat for anything that might be the Judge.

Sometime later, after tearing the place apart, they have nothing. Forces in Armitages' employ are already on their way to the habitat to free him, and they need to get moving. They pack up, and with Armitage and his sister in the brig, get the hell out of dodge.

Now they have a dilemma. If Armitage knows where the Judge is, he's not telling, and they're running out of reasonable ways to make him talk. To make matters worse, the first night in the brig, he tries to commit suicide. They move him to the infirmary, put him on a suicide watch, and begin interrogation.

Now, understand that IRL it's four in the morning. The players are exhausted, beaten down, and feeling more or less exactly how their characters are. Freya feels shit about the whole thing because she feels sorry for Evelyn. Charles feels shit about this because he genuinely likes Armitage. Marie is pretty uncomfortable with it all, Popo has definite moral reservations, and whilst Hatori doesn't exactly care much himself, his love for Freya means he feels bad on her behalf.

The only person not at odds with it all, is Warren. After several days of useless interrogation, Warren approaches Charles with an offer; one hour, with Armitage, alone. No cameras. Locked door. No interruptions.

Charles, pressed between a rock and hard place, fearing the loss of his ship and his crew, and worse, the feeling that he will have betrayed them if he lets that happen (to Charles, there could be nothing worse), and just desperately wanting it all to be over, finally agrees.

>>12540986

Probably. I'm fairly sure I stole the name from somewhere.

>>12540994

Warren walks into the room with Armitage, and the cameras are shut down. An hour later, Warren walks out, with the location of the Judge. It's a set of coordinates, but for the moment, nobody is quite sure where they point to.

Armitage, meanwhile, is found in the corner of the room, utterly catatonic.

>>12536809
I've seen the weeping occur from the other way around, too. Piss-poor roleplaying for month after month can reduce any decent player to tears.

>>12541017

By this point, Warren T Void had spent a very long time as a brain in a jar. He'd almost gotten used to it. But, well, everyone has needs.

What Warren had was a liquid metal battlesuit that he could morph into any shape he desired, and a lot of pent up frustration.

And Warren T Void was, to put it lightly, an extreme sexual deviant.

>>12541038

>>12541038
...
my god
i can't
i don't
what

bump

>>12541038
Fucker this better be a long one

>>12541038

When the others found out what Charles had let Warren do, they fucking lost it. The heroes damn near felt apart right there and then, in the wake of the damage they'd done.

But the damage was done, and the more pragmatic minds suggested that they ought to get on with getting the whole thing over with.

The only puzzle left was the coordinates, which seemed to point to nowhere. For a while it was felt that they were just gibberish, and that Warren had achieved nothing more than getting his rocks off (NB: At this point the only thing keeping Charles from going down to Warren's jar and putting a bullet through it was the knowledge that he'd said 'OK' to the plan, and nobody else was going to move against Warren because he technically was a part of Charles' ship).

Then Marie realised that the coordinates just didn't point to anywhere in real space.

The warp gate system worked by flinging ships through hyperspace; the coordinates they'd been given were simply missing an exit location. They lead to a place in hyperspace itself.

So they fired up the engines, ran a gate, and launched themselves into an unknown region of hyperspace.

That musta been one real nice hot dicking.

>>12541210

What they found, when they arrived, was a little unexpected (though not very unexpected; several of the players had it figured out by now) - A truly awe inspiringly large ship, of Slithzerikai design.

They scanned it, and as if in response to their scans it began to power up. And then it contacted them.

The ship was apparently run by an AI, which called itself The Judge of Worlds. It was more than happy to answer their questions, and explained that it was a weapon capable of collapsing space itself, essentially removing the target - anything from an atom to a star system - from existence.

Our heroes soon began to wonder how to broach an uncomfortable subject with the AI; that it's glorious masters were all dead, and it was now completely alone. Finally, they dropped the bomb, and The Judge dropped one of it's own; he was quite sure his masters were doing just fine, and he'd even been able to contact them, and inform them of his continued existence. Oh look, there they are now.

Sure enough, their scanners reveal five vessels of Slithzerikai design, moving through hyperspace towards them. At this point, the heroes freak. This is the race that once enslaved every sentient species in the galaxy, and they've just reappeared, to reclaim their apocalyptically powerful weapon of mass destruction. The heroes decide that, fuck the Judge, they need to get the word out before it's too late.

They know they can't fight five fully armed Slithzerikai battleships, so Charles declares a suicidal plan; the Warren T Void will fight a holding action, whilst as many people as possible board Freya's smuggling ship and get the fuck out of dodge.

At which point one of Charles' crew puts a knife to his throat, and tells him she can't let him do that.

>>12541253

Apparently, she's an agent sent by a sect of the church that worships the Slithzerikai as gods. They were infiltrated onto the crew (using magical disguises) when it was heard that Charles was sniffing around after a major Slithzerikai artefact like the Judge, and now that their glorious lords have returned, she won't let these idiots fuck it up. She intends to hand over Charles and his friends as tribute, and prostrate herself before her resplendent gods.

A tense stand-off ensues, and Charles, true to form, begins to antagonise the woman with the knife to his throat like fucking crazy. Hatori has a gun pointed at, but can't shoot because Charles is in the way, and nobody else is willing to act; so eventually, after the woman demands that Charles stop making stupid remarks he replies "But they're so much fun" and slaps the red alert.

I stop, look at the player, and say "You do know what's going to happen to him, right?" The player nods and says "Yeah, but it's a good way to go."

The monomolecular knife takes Charles' head clean off, and the woman, moving with supernatural speed, is out of the room before Hatori can get a shot off.

However with the hostage gone, everyone starts moving. Hatori grabs Freya and Tarsis, and the three of them make a run for the hanger. Marie and Popo decline to come with, choosing to remain on the bridge.

The Warren T Void engages the Slithzerikai vessels, and brutal hit and run battle begins. Taking fire, the ship is pretty soon starting to fall apart, and vital systems begin failing all over the place. Gravity goes down pretty early on, and Freya, Hatori and Tarsis have to move hand over hand to the hanger.

Arriving at the hanger bay, they prepare to board Freya's ship, when Hatori turns to see the infiltrator flying straight down the corridor towards them. He turns, kisses Freya, and with a "Go. I love you", hurls her towards her ship, draws his sword, and turns to face his attacker.

>>12541210

Pragmatic?! What the fuck is this bullshit?! YOU KILL HIS FUCKING ASS FOR THIS BULLSHIT. NO COMPROMISE ON YOUR MORALS.

>>12541261

And at this point the woman playing Freya is streaming tears. Everyone else has expressions of fucking awe.

The battle was epic. Hatori was a magically enhanced fighter with godly speed, strength and reflexes. So was his opponent. He was, in point of fact, slightly outmatched, and before long she was hammering him into the ground. At the last moment he was able to hold out when I allowed Freya's player to spend her fortune points on his behalf (in light of the previous scene, it seemed entirely justified).

And then Tarsis saved the day. As Freya powered up her ship, he leapt into his battlemech, and at last second got Hatori to hurl the infiltrator across the hanger, and right into his line of fire. One alpha strike later, the infiltrator was dust, and there was a nice hole in the hanger for Freya to fly her ship out of.

Hatori, of course, was sucked out into deep space in her wake. He looked like a gonner until Tarsis leapt after him, catching Hatori and landing his mech on the back of Freya's ship, where he stuffed the breathless assassin into an airlock. The three of them proceeded to hell-ride the fuck out of the battlezone, as the Warren T Void continued it's hit and run battle with the Slithzerikai ships.

>>12541273
MOAR

GODDAMMIT

>>12541273

Meanwhile, on the bridge, Popo and Marie had been letting the crew handle the flying, whilst they handled the trickier problem of keeping the Judge of Worlds from erasing them from reality.

By talking philosophy at it.

Popo, in point of fact, had until about five minutes ago, been a godlike demon summoner. And very shortly after they had decided to tell the worlds about the Slithzerikai's return, the demons had stopped listening.

The demon summoning power was actually supposed to be NPC only. I'd allowed the player to have it because it was an epic tier game, and he proceeded, like the legened he is, to find a million fucking good reasons to never ever use it. The character spent the entire game sitting on a nuke, without touching it, and he always managed to have it make sense.

So the moment I take those powers away (because the demons weren't very happy with what Popo was now up to), he turns around and grabs the two remaining skills on his character sheet, Philosophy and Theology, and breaks the world with them.

>>12541361


Popo, with some help from Marie, engages in an epic debate with the Judge, about the validity of freedom, the purpose of individual expression, the sanctity of the spirit, and the importance of diversity and disagreement to the growth of the soul.

Eventually, downloads the entirety of the ship's historical libraries to the Judge, allowing it to understand the perspective of a once enslaved people who have now built an incredible civilisation on the ruins of what the Slithzerikai wrought. It agrees that it's master have no right to reclaim what they lost, and destroys the Slithzerikai ships.

However the Judge cannot self-terminate, and it knows it is too powerful to be allowed to exist. Just like the sect of the priesthood, and the crazy cultist bitch, others will come for it. It cannot destroy itself, but it can lower it's defences.

Popo nods to Marie, who smiles back. They both agree it's been a fun ride. The last of the escape pods leave, as Popo pokes his pudgy fingers at the controls in the arms of the captain's chair, manages to point the ship in the direction of the unshielded Judge, and finds the "go faster" button.

And that was all she wrote.

>>12541367
BUT THE CONTRACTS!

>>12541367

You marvelous bastards.

AARGH

WHY CAN'T THE POSTS COME FASTER

>>12541387
Everyone it mattered to was dead-
Popo and Marie? Just commited suicide.
Warren T (who had everything to lose- his body!) and Charles are both now dead. Warren in Popo's suicide-joust, I believe, and Charles decapitated. Freya and Hatori got each other, and that's what matters to them (hopefully) and Tarsis probably doesn't have much shit to take in the first place.

So really and seriously, they basically just gave the cultist bitch the finger and 3/4ths of them died.

>>12540906

>they had a motherfracking tactical genius.

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

>>12541387

Yeah, at that point they were dealing with the fate of the entire galaxy. Previously they'd worried more about the contracts because they were still pretty sure the Judge was a myth, or at least not nearly all it was cracked up to be. They'd all been around the block enough times to be pretty cynical about "ancient superweapons" (both the players and the characters) and figured whatever they might end up handing over would be no worse than anything else floating around the black market (it's the kind of setting where sunbusters are merely "pretty fucking expensive").

Course, once they figured out what the Judge was, all bets were off, but by then it was far too fucking late, and the shit was all the fan's grill like you wouldn't believe.

Question.

What happened to Armitage? Did someone drag his catatonic ass to the escape ship or did he die in the recesses of his mind in a heroic charge he didn't know he was a part of?

What system was this, and can you provide a method of obtaining it?

>>12541431

If I recall correctly, they may have gotten him out of there. I think I remember letting him actually get better, eventually, in his sister's care. Hazy on the details there, so I can't remember exactly how he got out, or if he did.

>>12541367
You are now imagining the moment from Charles' head coming off to the end being mostly soundless and set to a classical style piece of your choice.

>>12541465
I'm actually imagining the whole scene set to Dream is Collapsing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imamcajBEJs

>>12541465
Also SLOW-MOTION MONTAGE

>>12541439

System and setting were homebrew. I doubt I even have that version of it kicking around anymore, and the one I have in the works right isn't really ready for anyone to use. Sorry about that.

>>12541484
Once it is complete, you must repost this story, and provide the link to your new system.

Well, it's been fun fellas, but I got to get some sleep before work. Thank ye all most kindly for listenin', sirs, and I hope ye did enjoy this merry little tale.

>>12541439

Actually, tell you what, if I ever get around to finishing up that system, I'll throw up here on /tg/, with a heading about "The Judge of Worlds" or some such.

>>12541475
That works. The ending bit once they finishing convincing the Judge gets real soft to me. I put entirely too much work in imagining soundtracks for various situations.

>>12541505

Well, if God wills it, I shall comply.

*salutes*

Anyhow, g'night.

No epilogue to retell, then?

is someone archiving this?

That's what I was wondering. This is some pretty good storyfaggotry, I'd say... But is it archive-worthy?

plz archive!

>>12541565
if threads about Dolphins being assholes got archived yesterday, this sure as hell is worthy. That said, how do i shot web?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestinterface.html

There's your archive shiz. Figger it out.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/12536809/
done.

I played a... I'll just call her a champion, as I can't remember the made up name we used. She was a legendary hero capable of taking down a small army singlehandedly... a virtual god on the battlefield who fought for the betterment of mankind. Unfortunately, she fell in love with another woman. This was viewed as a sin and won her enemies who began to move against her politically, especially after she was married. Eventually, tales of her valor were drowned out by rumors of her sin and perversion, and she could no longer be the hero she once was. Heeding a prophecy that told of a great hero who would spirit herself away when she was unwanted and reappear when the world was in need, she and her true love were placed in a death-sleep by sorcerers.

>>12541621

Unfortunately, her enemies had won over the sorcerers, and they sabotaged the spell. She did not awaken at the proper time but lay for tens of thousands of years until her story was lost to the sands of time. Eventually, her resting place was discovered by tomb raiders who, finding a pair of beautiful women perfectly preserved in death, defiled their bodies. The violation ripped them from their lifeless slumber, but instead of the great awakening which had been fortold (perhaps the prophecy was a ruse too?), there was only a corrupt undeath. Before she knew what she was doing, the champion ripped the raiders apart with her barehands, then lay sobbing at the cold emptiness she felt. And that's when she heard the wailing of her true love. Realizing there was nothing else she could do to end the suffering, she held her love and tearfully told her it was going to be okay before snapping her neck.

>>12541630

In play, it was a bit more involved, but that's essentially how it went. My voice cracked and tears welled in my eyes. It was very emotional. Thereafter my character wandered the earth searching for a way to end her curse and to bring her lover back to life. Her very being was an abomination and she had to constantly fight against the darkness that threatened to claim what was left of her soul and turn her into a murdering *thing*. Robbed of her legendary powers of old, her zombie body was nevertheless supernaturally strong and resilient. In essence she went from being able to tear apart an army to being able to slaughter half a dozen veteran warriors.

Okay maybe it's all a little over the top, but it was fun to play.

>>12541583
>if threads about Dolphins being assholes got archived yesterday
I originally read that as "threads about Dolphins' assholes". The alarming part, however, is the fact that I didn't even flinch and took it completely in stride. "It figures" I said to myself.

... What, nobody else has any great stories? Fuck, somebody, c'mon. I've never been in that kind of situation myself, so..