>You find ten thousand ancient coins
>The currency is no longer recognized
>>43525599
With any luck they're gold or silver bullion, so they can still be melted down for the value of the metal.
The general assumption is that even archaic currencies are made out of valuable metals or other substances. It's why you can pull out a chest of old coins and spend them- Not because they're recognized, but because in a pseudo-medieval world barter is legit, and gold is taken everywhere.
Find a collector that is interested. It can still be converted into usable currency but it will just take longer.
The Grim Reaper. Joe Black. Azrael. Death.
All parties face it sooner or later. Sometimes quicker than anyone expects. What does he look like? Or she? Looking for images for that which awaits at the end.
Rulebooks
>https://mega.nz/#F!pFgm0RKR!J06C1gVYcjzNGsF8YNLsjQ!EVh0GZZS
If you have your Betrayal at Calth set, remember to be extra heretical.
When will BL start putting out Siege of Terra novels? 5 years? 10 years? 28,000 years?
Is there any way to make one or two Betrayal at Calth boxes into an army that works for both 30k and 40k? Not a lot of 30k players at my local gameshop, so if I invest into this I also want it to be a kickass SM army. Because let's be real...both the power armor and the terminator armor look way sexier than the standard 40k stuff.
>>43524609
Once HH stops being so profitable.
Does anyone else find it annoying when Centaurs are all about Lance Charges, when a lance charge would more than likely snap the spine of the upper torso?
>>43523888
Yeah, I also want to know where the vapid women are
>>43523888
How do you figure that centayrs are all about lance charges? I see them more as light cavalry skirmishers. They're literally figuratively barbarians.
DLR Valencia is taking over the Worlds Championship EDITION
>Snippet:
>What is Android: Netrunner?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAslVfZ9p-Y
>Android Netrunner Official FFG News & Spoilers:
http://www.fantasyflightgames.com/edge_news.asp?etyn=1&ecan=197&epn=0
http://boardgamegeek.com/blogpost/24049/netrunner-spoilers
>Floor rules
https://www.fantasyflightgames.com/en/news/2015/9/24/install-new-security-measures/
>Official FAQ, Compendium on rulings, and common mistakes
http://www.fantasyflightgames.com/ffg_content/android-netrunner/support/FAQ/Android-Netrunner%20FAQ.pdf
http://ancur.wikia.com/wiki/Project_ANCUR_Wiki
https://www.reddit.com/r/Netrunner/comments/2f8qj8/netrunner_beginner_faq/
https://www.reddit.com/r/postalelf/comments/2sm1d2/welcome_to_netrunner/
>Netrunner Card List and Data Pack Details:
http://netrunnerdb.com/
>RIP onosendai.com
http://acoo.net
http://www.cardgamedb.com/index.php/netrunner/android-netrunner-card-spoilers
http://boardgamegeek.com/geeklist/147101/android-netrunner-lcg-setlists/
>Deckbuilding Resources:
http://netrunnerdb.com/
http://netrunner.meteor.com/
http://www.cardgamedb.com/index.php/netrunner/android-netrunner-deck-builder
http://www.littlechiba.com
http://acoo.net
>Articles and Blogs:
http://www.strangeassembly.com/tag/netrunner
http://netrunner-math.blogspot.ca/
http://teamcovenant.com/blog/category/netrunner-lcg/
http://stimhack.com/
http://www.cardgamedb.com/index.php/index.html/_/android-netrunner
>Podcasts/Videocasts:
http://boardgamegeek.com/geeklist/157566/android-netrunner-podcasts-metalist
https://www.youtube.com/user/ANRBadPublicity?feature=watch
Try "Why I run", great for prospective Runners looking for a hands-on demo on how Running works (replace the spaces by dots):
www nagnazul com/whyirun/whyirun.html
Mumbad Spoilers in the old thread >>43487192
Curses Dan stop playing non-interactive netrunner it forces a weird situation of who has the less interactive games.
Dan has no idea the kind of responsability he has on his shoulders.
>>43523983
Well dan is also a hug Phallus so it fits.
If Chaos also represents positive emotions, desires and concepts... Why aren't there any 'good' people getting their marks?
>>43523615
But there are good people who get the mark, how else do you think Horsey got corrupted?
Because just about anything can be good in moderation/if used appropriately, and the worship of Chaos requires them to fully devote themselves to their God's aspect. They won't use things in moderation or only when it's appropriate, but will instead force them wherever they can, and confine all of their thoughts, dreams, actions, EVERYTHING to that one small grouping of emotions/desires.
That's why, even if you started out with good intentions, you'll not seem good after you properly convert.
But, technically, Chaos Undivided cultists could still be good, but Chaos Undivided is technically Diet Chaos so I'm not sure if it counts.
But Chaos isn't good, the chaos gods are born and fueled primarily of the galaxy's enormous output of negative energy/actions/emotions.
Like >>43523701 said, the chaos gods exist only to propagate their own specific aspects, so it's not only easy but necessary to go overboard.
Your relaxing stay at the island resort has taken a turn for the strange when some of your friends seem to have fallen under some kind of amorous spell that causes them to become obsessed with you. Well, even more than they already were. Normally you wouldn't mind, but you can spy a possible disaster on the horizon. You need to fix this, and fast.
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You are Makoto Kiryoka; a teenage boy with a penchant for getting into strange situations. You bear the power of the magical girl Maiden White against the wicked souls that seek to terrorise the innocent.
>>43523436
Awakening to the sound of rolling waves and indistinct screaming voices, you briefly take a few moments to ease your pounding head and spit sand from your mouth. The world around you is rolling in your mind from the shock of being shot through a wall by a blast of searing heat. The bamboo walls of Cocoa's hut are in tatters, smoldering with embers from the force of the blow. You yourself can feel a heat upon your flesh - not like fire, but more akin to a sudden heatwave throughout your body. You struggle to your knees.
"Makoto!" You hear a distant voice cry out. Or at least, it feels distant. You can spy what appears to be Mai and Shun quickly approaching you. Shun hits the sand on her knees and slides into your side, immediately cradling you in her arms. Mai stand behind, looking concerned for you. Nice to see at least.
"Makoto, are you okay? Can you hear me?" Shun asks, frantic in a panic. You shoot her a pained smile and cough up some sand.
"Y-Yeah, I'm alright. Or I w-will be, once I can heal." You tell her, patting her on the back. She sighs in relief, and you hear a crackling from the hut. A few people scramble away from the hut as Cocoa emerges; barefoot, hair in a tangle, and utterly pissed off. She leers at you, emitting an intense aura of steam that shrivels the leaves underfoot and threatens to melt the sand. Well, at least you know where all that glass came from...
"Agh, great, she's like this again." Mai grumbles, cautiously taking out her phone. "Makoto, you might need to transform for this. Unless you have a better way to deal with her?" She asks, glancing back at you. She blushes slightly and then glances forward. "And, uh, y-you might want to fix your clothes..."
You blink and look down at your clothes, smoldering with cinders, and blush, covering your groin with a hand. Well... at least you're not 'almost naked' anymore.
> I'll handle her alone.
> Mai, Shun, transform and back me up.
> Let's flee for now.
> I want to talk to her.
>>43523462
> I'll handle her alone.
>>43523462
> Let's flee for now.
Don't fight hungover people! Just let em rest & drink water!
Quick! I need your best Cyberpunk art!
Are Tyranids a direct threat to the Chaos Gods or C'tan?
Well Chaos Gods only really exist because they have worshippers, no worshippers = no presence or influence in the material plane
>>43523280
To the C'Tan? No.
To the Chaos Gods? Yes, in a way. They will eat everything that feeds Chaos, therefore weakening it.
Yes, to both. They're eating their food.
/tg/, assist me in making my next 5e Character, a Half-Drow Warlock to go against the Out of The Abyss module. He is supposed to be level 5.
How athletic am I?
How agile am I?
How tough am I?
Am I smart?
Wise?
Charming?
Who did I pledge myself to? What boom did they grant me?
Any special advice? Tactics I should use?
The party has a wizard (bladesinger) and a rogue (spell-thief).
>half drow
>>43523101
Read the book
>>43523111
Is it bad? I wanted the variant that allowed me to pick Drow Magic instead of Versatile.
This is Megaman Battle Network Quest. It takes place during the beginning of Megaman Battle Network and you play as a 11 year old boy, named Vector Mugen who moves into ACDC Town with his family.
http://pastebin.com/ApW0Gjs0
Choices will be available after each update; you will have 10 minutes to vote and after the 10 minutes have passed I will call the vote.
Combat is explained in the pastebin, as well as the other quest mechanics. But I will explain it within the quest if need be.
This is my first time running a quest, so I hope I’m able to provide an enjoyable experience and if not I apologize ahead of time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZocM0ZCnH5Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2m6c_ojaKlg
>>43522874
It is the year 200X and with the raped advancement of Internet technology has created the “Network Age.” Everyone now carries a portable exploration device called "PET". This personal terminal is an advanced personal digital assistant. Using it, you can make phone calls, send and receive emails, keep a calendar, store data, shop online and check news from around the world. PET is so convenient and helpful that it has become essential for everyday life!
Every PET uses a personality simulation program called Net Navi(gator). By customizing your PET's Navi program, you can give your Net Navi a unique personality - and even talk to it. Yours was built and customized by your father and given to you at your 6th birthday, his name is Changedman.exe. Despite him constantly nagging at you to wake up, do your homework, making sure you are not getting in trouble, etc. The two of you get along quite well to the point you consider each other brothers, though who the elder brother is still up for debate.
At the moment your family is moving from your home country, Creamland, to the country of Electopia for your father’s new job at a place called SciLab located within Densan City or Den City for short. It doesn’t take long, well for you since you fell asleep on the ride over from the airport, for your family to arrive at the new house within the new town you will be living in for time being.
Pick one
>Explore ACDC Town a bit
>Head inside your new home
>>43522909
>Explore ACDC Town a bit
>>43522909
>>43522970
yes, explore the ACDC
Show me what you got /tg
Sort of an odd question. I'm currently taking a class on propaganda, and we've had an interesting lesson about the use of cartoons (which were seen a highly effective method since the 1940's due to people's tendency to "lower their mental defenses" when dealing with what they perceive to be harmless, juvenile entertainment).
So... if cartoons, why not tabletop roleplaying games? Could they be used as vessels of propaganda? Why haven't they until now (or have they, and I just don't know about it?)? If not, than why is that? What makes them so fundamentally different?
Food for though.
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Racial_Holy_War
>>43522708
>I'm currently taking a class on propaganda
are you living in best korea?
>>43523792
I don't think Best Koreans are allowed to go on 4chan.
On that note, how would a Korean RPG look like? It's interesting that Japan has a fairly robust tabletop RPG industry, but Korea has none. What's up with that?
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“So for our performance in yesterday’s assault, our unit is being sent to the rear.” You hope it wasn’t because of last night. Your headache spikes every time you think about it. “We are going to be performing manual labor duties for the Corps until we are needed once again.” The only person who looks satisfied at the thought of not having to do any fighting is Rascal. “Which of course means that no… we are not expected to run into any combat in the REAR,” you say with emphasis to Greta.
“Absolutely disgusting,” she hisses. “Are they really so arrogant that they’ll send five perfectly good witches to the rear in the middle of an assault!?”
“It wasn’t the Colonel’s call,” you say, folding your arms. “This came directly from High Command themselves. And we have to deal with it all the same.” Aurelia at least seems to be taking the news well, simply going back to filing her nails. As for Thorn well-
She threw her bed over your head, letting it crash through the tent and surprise a few soldiers passing by. “Horseshite!” she screams. “Fucking bullshit!” Greta and Rascal immediately shrink in fright at Thorn’s fury. “You all worked so hard to get where we are now and they’re just going to send us back to the rear!? I am not going to go back to filing paperwork again!” she yells. She grabs her footlocker and slams it down on Aurelia’s bed. It launches Aurelia briefly in the air, before she quickly lands without another word. Aurelia really is taking the news well. “I’m angry! ANGRY ABOUT STRATEGIC DECISIONS!”
[1/2]
>>43522533
[2/2]
“Thorn, it’s only temporary. When they need us again, they’ll call but right now…” You sigh sadly. “Yeah, we’re being sent to the rear so uh… Everyone pack your things and we’ll just be uh…” You bite your lip, mulling over it. Well, at least you got your taste of battle in. And what an amazing taste it was. “Yeah. Pack up.”
Rascal looks around at everyone sulking, or in Thorn’s case still throwing items around in a fit of anger. “A-… am I the only one looking forward to going back to the rear?” she says.
> “Yes.”
> “Well, I’m glad you’re glad, Rascal.”
> “Get packing, Rascal.”
> Other
>>43522541
>> “Yes.”
>>43522541
> “Well, I’m glad you’re glad, Rascal.”
But not in a sarcastic, grumpy way! I don't want to be mean to Rascal.
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Pastebin shit: http://pastebin.com/2MSV2Y8m
(contains info dumps, summaries, and other crap; not up to date because of procrastination)
You are not Richter von Tracht.
You are Lukas Weizenkranz, an officer in the commission of the army of the Grossreich, in command of the 1st Company of the newly organized 71st Panzer Battalion of the 5th Light Division.
You had been rigid and uptight when you had begun your basic training almost nineteen years ago. You were exempt from military service due to working at an ammunition manufacturing plant, but the overtures of the recruitment programs had seduced you. You saw no reason to cease acting in accordance with ceremony even in the most dire of times. You were less inclined to these high standards now, in the wake of what you have lived through.
Once, in a time long past, you rode alongside the current Kaiser in the last days of the War of Emrean Liberation, forging legendary victories even as the treaties conceding defeat were being drafted. If you were to dare, you could have even called the Kaiser your friend at some point. You recall fondly of the time the young Prince called you by your first name, as your regiment wandered the countryside, lost in the newly declared peace. Many friends had been made and lost; the only one that you know survived the war unscathed was Pieter, whose less formal nature had at first been grating in your presence but had rapidly turned comforting in the last days of that wretched war.
You are either 38 or 39 years old; you cannot remember exactly when your birthday was. It was sometime this month, in September. That knowledge was lost, like many other things, on that day.
Once, you had a beautiful wife, and a child. You promised to come home to them, when you left for the front one year before the war ended. You spoke fondly of them with all who would listen in the regiment. Your wife was admittedly plain in appearance, but had a kind nature and was talented in household tasks.
She had been shy when you first approached her, so long ago, but your marriage had been the happiest, if brief, years of your life. Your child was sickly, but your pay was sufficient to obtain proper treatment. Even in the despair of the deteriorating war, you were full of hope.
You returned to a charred ruin.
An investigation revealed that your wife had been ambushed one night, when your child had gone into a particularly bad state. It was late, and dark, and she was forced to make a direct visit to the doctor with your son. She was attacked, then raped, murdered, and stripped of everything valuable. Your son, who was reached too late to be treated, succumbed to his ailment that same night.
This had happened a month before you returned, while you and your regiment were fighting furiously to escape encirclement. You had been seriously wounded, but continued to fight, determined to see your family again. Through the lightning and thunder, you shambled into the darkness, following a distant cry to continue the charge; most of the regiment’s tanks had been disabled, and the desperate breakout was fought with shovel and knife as much as it was with rifle and cannon. You felt like you were about to die several times, but each time, you had a vision of your wife and son waiting at the station, and each time, you would pick yourself back up and continue forward. Your regiment finally broke out the same night she was killed.
Riots later caused fires throughout the city you were from. There was nobody to save your previous memories from the destruction. You had lost everything.
The Kaiser had offered for you to come with him and become part of his retinue after the ceasefire was declared, but you had replied that you planned to live with your family. You made no attempt to contact him after finding out the news.
For a month, you mourned. Many days you did nothing but sit in a place that held one dear memory or another, and remain there until sunset, not even thinking. You dug through the ashes of your home fruitlessly, only finding charred wood and twisted iron. The watch your wife had bought you as an anniversary gift had been lost in the war, a fact that you cursed endlessly.
One day, you were lingering in the square where you had accidentally knocked over your wife to be, your second meeting. A man approached you, and passed you a silver locket with robin egg blue enameling; the locket you had given to your wife on your third anniversary, just before leaving for the war.
With trembling hands you opened it as soon as you recognized it, finding a tiny photograph inside, of your wife and child and you.
The man introduced himself as a private detective. He offered you a chance at revenge; the location of the gang whom he had tracked down after interrogating the fencer of the locket.
>consumed by rage, you sought out the criminals to avenge your family
>consigned to sorrow, you turn down the chance
>>43522457
Where is everybody? Rage I guess.
