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How can we make a realistic (but still fun) game about modern humans colonizing the rest of the Sol system. Any ideas?
>>44267666
satan trips omg
we can um, like um contact those one guys
>>44267666
>colonizing
>realistic
Best not get into that, it will infuriate quite a few people because they have based their lives on it.
Research stations where nothing interesting except astronomical observations occur is a remote possibility though. I don't know how you could make that fun, possibly having them roll for success on their data collection? Maybe a maintenance robot malfunctions and you need to perform a routine EVA to repair it and...
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>>44267666
Space travel is boring. Really pretty to look out the window, mind you, but also incredibly boring.
The same goes for colonizing, most of the work (planning and material preparation) is done before you fire up the engines.
Then you just get to the place (every second of the trip is calculated and planned out) and follow the plan like a mindless drone.
Welcome rudebois and rudegyals to the latest edition of Star Wars A New Quest,
Last time on STANQ; You leveled up in every area due to 15 sabers (now at 19, 6 off another unlockable), helped the mandos close a deal resulting in a magic talisman with a voice inside that can now talk to you of a long dead multi thousand year old survival spirit, who you showed the sensations of gyro kebabs and then gyro punani from the milf punk chick you tracked down and her blonde friend before getting thrown out by a force user who you gave your number too, and it stopped talking to...
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Fucking Tar wars
Also alternate image since old thread is still up
writing
>>44267488
>Tar Wars
Topkekku, everybody remembers the bloody Tar Wars of Endor
Awww yisss
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Screams reverberate throughout the halls of the Upper Sanctum as you, Aelriss, and Nel sprint back through the winding passages, passing myriad doors—all alike—before the landing comes into view, a stiffly-neat and stocked study, with library shelves lined up on either side of the path leading back to the spiral staircase. Someone or something isn’t happy with you—at least, at possible worst; at possible best, you’ve simply startled a group of tenants who don’t get too many visitors. Ahead, the rest...
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“So, uh.” Vyx asks, pointing her pair of wicked handguns back and forth between targets. “Did we decide whether these things are friend or foe?”
“They haven’t attacked us yet, but keep in mind th—“
Ayla is interrupted—crashing, and more screaming. This time, from all directions, as the sound of collapsing shelves and shattering glass plunges you into sudden severity and turmoil. Shadows close in on you at high speed from all directions; someone, or something collides with you from behind, sending you stumbling forward, barely able to keep your balance. You stabilize yourself, managing to avoid bumping into other members of the veritable flood of homunculi that's filled the room, drunkenly wandering about with no direction between them.
Taller than you, you can't quite see past them, only managing to catch occasional glimpses of your party through the flood. Some of them have sharpened body parts—not least for those obsidian spikes serving as legs, which you imagine would crush anyone who fell in short order. You can barely hear over the sounds that fill the room: screaming, metallic grinding, objects shattering.
> Try to push through to another member of the raid.
> Kjorikos can't be far from here. Look for the final room, rounding up anyone you can on the way.
> Time to find out how strong they are. Draw your sword and cut a path to the nearest ally.
> Other.
>>44267443
>BSO is back
>Aspiring Emperor is back
Is this the legendary christmas magic?
Would the Punisher count as a Paladin, or just a regular Fighter with a hateboner for criminals?
Blackguard or Mercykiller.
>>44267423
Fighter.
He has no superpowers and is actually dangerously mentally unstable by his own admission; he's just directed that instability towards killing criminals.
He's also not big on saving lives and admits that he's not very good at it, and is lacking in compassion and mercy.
Sadly, Frank Castle has self-admitted that he's not even killing criminals because he thinks it'll help anything, because he knows it won't.
He's killing criminals because he likes it and it's what he does now.
>>44267423
Depends on the writer, sometimes he doesn't care about the collateral damage, doesn't distingish between friend of foe, etc, other times he does.
His idea of justice is always an eye for an eye though.
Planescape General and Q&A
Let us see how successful a brief revival of these threads will be.
Discuss Planescape and the Great Wheel here, whether the original AD&D 2e version, the 3.X version, the 4e version (yes, it exists in 4e, down to the baernaloths, the yugoloths, the Heart of Darkness, Maeldur et Kavurik, Tenebrous, Pelion, and the Last Word all being canon as of Dragon #417), the 5e version, or your own original blend.
I am exceedingly well-lanned on Planescape canon under a holistic blend of 2e, 3.X, and sometimes even 4e lore. If you have...
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Is God real?
>>44267253
Deities in Planescape most certainly exist. One of the links in the OP is an astoundingly comprehensive list of deities in the Great Wheel ( http://mimir.planewalker.com/forum/list-dead-gods#comment-58090 ), although about ~10% of them are extrapolated from real-world mythology.
Any given deity's power level depends on the edition you are using. They might be within the reach of mortal adventurers like in 1e, 4e, or 5e, or they could be wholly beyond mortal capacities like in 2e or 3.X.
All-powerful...
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>>44267713
Page 88 of the 3.0 Manual of the Planes offers a somewhat different take on such overgods:
>“Uber-Deities”: Some cosmologies have a deity that wields power an order of magnitude mightier than the greater deities. This uber-deity may be worshiped by the rank-and-file deities, or may be an entity of vast power revered by deities and mortals alike.
>Such uber-deities, if they exist at all in your cosmology, are beyond the ken of mortals and beyond the...
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You are Second Lieutenant CT-42/458, commander of All Terrain-Tactical Enforcer 7330, of the 3rd Grand Republic Army, 5th Armored Corps, 3rd Division, 4th Battalion, 1st Brigade, 5th Regiment, 1st Squadron, 1st company, 2nd platoon.
A day ago, you had left the simulation training grounds of Kamino. Three hours ago you arrived at your post and reported to your immediate superior, leader of 2nd Platoon, Captain CT-14/8899, who introduced himself to you as Captain Doubles. Thirty minutes ago you sat in your first real All Terrain-Tactical Enforcer, it having arrived from...
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>>44267138
The tank is together. You aren't falling to your death.
Before you could breath a sigh of relief though, the All Terrain-Tactical Enforcers shakes again, then again, each time causing you to tense up and curl into yourself. The sims in no way prepared you for this. You shut your eyes, and as the occasional turbulence worsened over the course of the next minute to a constant vibration with the intensity to rattle your padded helmet against your skull, all you can think of is the tales the trainee pilots...
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Pick up the goddamn space phone
>>44267180
>respond to your comms
We are a soldier, and by the force we will be professional.
Meanwhile, on fantasy /tg/...
Why are scientists so overpowered /tg/?
Fucking soldiers always have to be bounded by realism in a setting where scientists create bombs that destroy everything for miles and make the area uninhabitable for years.
Hey, should I be do anything to prepare for a couple new players I'm getting? One's a halfling and the other's a.. I think lizardman but that's basically an umbrella term for a half dozen races.
A higher chair for the halfling is obvious, but is there anything else I should consider? Different drinks, allergies, stoke the fire or something? I've only ever had humans and half-humans in my game before. And an elf once I guess.
/abyss/ when?
I fucking hate nit having a place to discuss demon things with fellow demons.
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(contains info dumps, summaries, and other crap; not up to date because of eternal procrastination)
-Strosstadt, September 25th, 1932, 19:05. 2nd Penal Division Camps
The penal division camp was in somewhat of a bustle this night.
The General had visited this camp before, yesterday morning. He had seen a pitiful sight; every soldier was unhappy, defeated and listless. Some trudged in loose orbits about their tents while others stared at the ground, sitting cross legged and hunched over. Not many of these men had actually done anything wrong; they were merely from the same areas as their traitorous counterparts. They had been put through the wringer as any true turncoat would have been, however; investigated, intimidated, then scattered about and brushed back together into new formations among strangers. That morning, what lay before the General were not soldiers, but a band of lost and confused boys.
Tonight, however, the atmosphere had been inversed.
The General observed the new scene from afar, under the pale light of a lamppost on a hill, but still close enough to hear the focus of the commotion. Standing atop a makeshift stage of food crates was a middle aged soldier, not dressed particularly different but clearly a chaplain by their speech.
“The Reich sends their hordes, their swarm of locusts, into our lands, convinced that their conquest is just!” cried the chaplain, to the support of the soldiers, “News has come to us of the truth, now! The Reich rots from within, writhing in the grip of famine! The Lord has condemned our foes to an inevitable doom, for their sins! To defend our nation is not simply our lot as the sons of Strosvald, but the divine will of God!”
A resounding cheer erupts from the crowd. Many soldiers have painted the seal of God upon their faces, the Hammer of Judgement, upon their faces with charcoal and ash, whatever they could find that suited the purpose.
“The filth that has stained our land is condemned by the Lord above, and he has shown whom he favors! So stand resolute in these coming dark days, for the flesh cannot stand against the wrath of the divine! The Kaiser and his apes shall be driven back, the taste of victory turned to ashes in their mouth!”
“Ah, Herr General. How have you been?” A thin and ragged man sidled up next to the general during a particularly raucous applause. Beneath a dark and dusty overcoat shone the bronze badge of the Interior Intelligence Department. It shone nearly as brightly as...
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Big ol’ Summary time
You are Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, commander of a tank platoon under the armed forces of Strossvald. You were close to the border when the war against the Grossreich of Czeiss had started; to be truthful, you had only just arrived. However, in the confusion of the initial attack, you were able to scrounge together survivors and regain some control of the situation. You later learned that your formation, the 3rd Panzer regiment, as well as the local authorities, had agreed to turn against Strossvald and fight for the Grossreich. Dissatisfied...
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You had returned with their formation and were given a choice. Either you would join the 2nd Royal Guards division and continue to operate with them, or accept a promotion to lead a company in a penal division. You chose the former. You had immediately received your commission to the 2nd Royal Guards division; symbolized by a silver magnolia emblem to wear upon your breast. Such commissions required the personal approval of the Archduke; the generalmajor awarding you it must have had it prepared early. You were somewhat curious as to what he would have done had you taken the...
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