Mr_Grey

992: I will not suggest the GM makes a monster called "A Crawling Pile of Poo."

(He just might do it!)

993: On that note, I will not suggest the GM do anything that may adversely affect the party.

(Again, he just might do it.)

994: I will not assume bad things are headed the party's way and voice my concerns while the GM is in earshot.

(He might not have thought of that, yet!)

Actually, Kip's a scrapper with invuln... Randy, Cedric, Ryat99, King Slater, and Ashen Roast are my tankers.

The bulk of my characters are the melee types.

Still, I "ride the red line" with Kip a lot. I have a horrible tendency to conserve greens in-game. It's cost him a couple trips to the hospital since I got him working properly, but I'm still fairly decent when utilizing him.

It's nowhere near as easy as when I play as Randy, though. Randall Grey is a frickin powerhouse in-game. Stone and Super Strength... Mmm... It's just a little hard for me to RP a guy like that, though... So Randy typically only shows up if I need a "nuke." Power Breaker's almost on par with him as a Brute, too.

Haven't seen much of Drechi/Rulaag or the mercs (I don't peruse the major RP threads; they seem a tad too established), but if they're anything like the other characters I've seen you (Soviet) use, they've gotta be tough, and disturbingly violent.

Also, sorry about that first meeting between Reikoff and Kip... I didn't mean to make it seem like I was Godmoding... Honestly, you weren't far from putting him down by any means... And he has the bruising to prove it.

((Can I see that real quick?))

((*Takes cattle prod and zaps Hallucinogen*))

((You guys do this all the time? Seems kind of fun...))

((On a side note, nice story, Essex, as always. I'ms till trying to figure out how to incorporate Warburg into my characters' lives. I'm figuring Cedric's gonna be the one who winds up wreaking havoc in there...))

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“Darlin’, I’m not touchin’ that one. I’ve seen the size of his boot, and I’m not fond of the thought of having it surgically removed from my rear.”

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As Schayde turned to the other customers, Power Breaker turned back to Grey.

"Ha-HA!" he gave a hard poke into the tanker's ribs, "Look-it that! I've got spikes pokin' outta me, and you're the one she's afraid of!"

He paused for a few seconds as he took a swig from his beer, "That's actually kind of depressing..."

"I don't know who I beat up," Randy smiled, pleased with himself, "But it must've been bad."

"You're rampant ugliness helps."

"That it does."

"So, what're we gonna do tonight? A couple rounds in the Arena?"

"Sure," Randy shrugged, "It's been a while since I put dents in your face."

"Hey, you got off lucky, and I was holding back. This time, I'm going all King's Row on you. You're gonna learn how a real man fights."

"King's Row fighting? So you're gonna shoot me with a cheap pistol a couple times, try to stick me with a knife, then run screaming like a little girl?"

Power Breaker gritted his teeth and shooka little with anger, "Damn Skulls... They're ruinin' the rep of the Row! I remember when you had to be a Family man to even think of bringin' your business in there! Now, it's all wizards, punks and toys..."

"Yeah..." Randy swigged some more of his beer, "It's a damn shame. Almost makes me wish you could get some amnesty to help cleean the place out..."

"Nah, let your newbies handle it. I've got bigger problems to deal with. Standard wager?"

"I brought one of Sheldon's newest toys. He calls it a Kinetic Bomb... Slows the target and gives your hits some added boost. Also helps your fatigue dwindle fast. Doesn't really hurt them, but you should see how slow it makes them. It also affects a group, as opposed to just one."

"Cool," Power Breaker held up a floppy disk, "I got some info on Arachnos cells in Paragon. They belong to Mako, G.W. and the Scorpion, but nothing on Scirocco."

"That tell you what it tells me?"

"Yeah," Power Breaker palmed the disk and took the black box Randy handed him, "They're on to me. Or at least, Scirocco is."

"How long you gonna keep feeding me information like this?"

"As long as I can," Harris sighed, "Those bastards'll keep feeding me crap cells, then offer me something juicy. Paragon's heavy hitters will step up, then it'll be a trap."

"Cliche," Randy muttered behind his beer.

"Yeah... Maybe next time I'll bring some new toy I ripped off the Brickers, eh?"

"Ooh, can ya make it one of those jetpacks I keep hearing about? They sound awesome!"

"I'll think about it. Schayde! Hey hun, I need you to hold onto these things..."

Power Breaker handed her the disk and the wooden black box.

"Just keep 'em under the bar until Ran or me get back for 'em. Oh, and can I get a quick shot real quick? Make one for him, too, but make it Turkey."

Randy nodded at the request.

"What the Hell was that?" Power Breaker hissed from his rack, "I've seen big bruisers before, and I've seen the guards make a show of carting someone new in, but that had to be the scariest frickin' display I've seen in my life! Who the Hell needs enough firepower to put down a South American war just to keep him in check?""

"I don't know," Paul answered, his posture indicating a sort of wariness, "I've seen him before... But... Nobody really knows too much about him. He always stays at the edges of our perception... Skirting around the recreational areas if he's brought to them..."

"Oh yeah, that helps me."

"I saw him once in the library," Danny Chai almost shuddered as he gripped the cell bars for stability, "I'd never seen so many guards in one place before..."

"Whatever he is, he's bad news," Paul turned back to his Bible and continued reading, "I feel sorry for his cellmates, but at least we can avoid the danger of getting to know his bad side... Or any side of his for that matter."

"I don't know about that," Danny gritted his teeth and indicated witha few points of his finger down the corridor, "He's in the cell with them."

"Oh..." Paul's eyes went wide, "Then we may be in for some considerable trouble after all."

Grimacing, Power Breaker bit his lip to stifle a curse. Things had gotten decidedly less cheery in "A Block."

*Holds out measuring tape*

Two feet, four inches... Yep, that's taller than two feet.

They're disgusting. The whole crew. I hate zombies.

But, they're well written. Blightlord actually comes off as malevolent, and that's a rarity for villains nowadays.

Randall Grey and Power Breaker appeared in the VIP section of Pocket D at the same time. They did a mild double take when they noticed each other, but didn't really react as most would typically expect of a Rogue Isles "villain" and a Pragon City hero.

"Heads or tails," Randy asked his counterpart.

"Tails."

The large, heavyset tanker flipped a fifty cent coin in the air and caught it when it came to his eye level. Slapping it on his wrist he turned to the brute.

"Still want to keep Tails?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

Randy showed him the coin with its head facing up. Shortly thereafter, they had made their way to the hero-side balcony bar. The tanker arched his eyebrow at the demoness tending, but Power Breaker settled right onto a stool and ordered.

"A shot and a brew, Schayde, and keep 'em coming."

"You ever stop quoting movies?" Randy chuckled as he took a stool next to the rogue.

"Only when they don't fit the situation. Schayde here knows my favorite drink, the good Captain... I'm surprised you haven't met her, yet..."

"I don't come here that often."

"Oh yeah..."

When the bartender brought the drink, Randy made his order.

"Just a brew, thanks."

"Whoah! What's makin' you so careful all of a sudden?" Power Breaker laughed, "Am I hittin' ya' too hard in the arena lately?"

"Nah, just... Personal things are getting better is all... I don't feel the need to drink as much anymore, y'know?"

"I guess..." the big brute turned to Schayde with a mild grin, "What do you think, Shady? You think the big bad tanker's gettin' soft in his old age?"

"Wonder what brought the mayor down here to look in on us?" Daniel grumbled as he leaned against the bars.

"Nothing more than political posturing," Power Breaker replied, "Mayor shows up, tours the prison full of big scaaaaary criminals, and shows he's not afraid. Photo-op of him shaking Zyle's hand, and then he heads home in the motorcade. Newspapers print an article about how unafraid he is and that nets him a few more voters in an election year."

"You're refreshingly astute," Paul muttered from behind his book, "You're certain of this conclusion you've jumped to?"

"The mayor doesn't really affect anything that goes on here in the Zig. It's a federal prison, and by all rights, shouldn't even be in an urban area, but necessity and general laziness have caused it to be here. Now, the mayor can't act like he's blind to the issue of crime, which is exceptionally high in this city, so he stages this little trip and bango. The mayor's fighting crime, just like any hero."

"Hero... yeah..." Daniel grumbled, "Course, I don't think I've seen many heroes sportin' a gut like that!"

"Yeah-heah," Power Breaker laughed, "He's an ineffectual old fart, isn't he? Eh... The real power in this city's held by the city council, anyway. Them and Statesman, anyway."

"Now, if he were to come here," Paul grinned as he marked his place with his finger, "the newspapers would really take notice."

"Somebody would try something, too," Daniel shuddered, "Remember the last riot? Took me two weeks in the infirmary to heal that stab wound..."

"I told you to stay in the cell..." Paul mused.

"I thought I could get out!"

"A riot's no way to get out of here," Harris explained, "You want to escape? Make friends, make a plan, and put it to work. It'll take time and research, and not a few resources."

"Well, we're three smart guys," Daniel turned to them, enthusiasm clear on his face, "How about we come up with a plan?"

"Well, two of us have displayed intelligence so far..." Paul looked dubiously to Power Breaker, "But we all still barely know each other... If it comes to breaking out of here, I only want in if there's a high probability of success, and so far, nothing anybody's done has succeeded. Convicts have tried the sewers, the laundry system, the afore mentioned riots... This place is a nightmare of architectural ingenuity, and we're in the middle of it."

"It would take an army," Power Breaker agreed, "And, clearly, many of our would-be men-at-arms have problems working together."

"So..." Daniel's enthusiasm dropped considerably.

"No," the other two replied definitively.

"But if I hear about anything..."

"Likely not," Paul grumbled, "Mine is not a life sentence, and I may get out more quickly for good behavior."

"I'd consider it," Power Breaker allowed, "But it has to be good. I don't want to be here for the rest of my life, but there isn't really anything out there waiting for me, and there's nothing in here making me want to leave."

Paul and Daniel looked to each other worriedly.

"What?"

"Should we tell him about the Ghoul?"

"No..." Paul mused, "Don't get me wrong, Breaker, I feel you should know... But I believe it would be far more entertaining if the first time you dealt with it, you didn't know what you were up against."

"What the Hell are you talking about?" Raymond barked.

"You've heard of the Arena, right?"

"The one under the prison? Yeah, the whole place has."

"You ever wonder why there's never an event held on Monday night?"

"I always figured the guards were watching pro wrestling..."

"Spend enough time here, make the guards or Doc Raiken uber-ticked... You'll find out what we're talking about."

"I think I already ticked off the doc..." Raymond sighed, "I overheard the Crey docs mention something about Silverbell crying that they were muscling in on his jurisdiction before they put me under."

His interest piqued, he sat up and set the book aside with a bookmark deftly slid into his page.

"Crey made you like this?"

"After a Tsoo assassin gave me these scars across my eye. There was damage to my gut as well... But they hit me with synthetic flesh or some sort of regenerative stuff to patch it up quickly after the surgery. I still don't know what they did to me, but I can tell ya this: I wasn't this big when I last walked in through the Zig's front doors."

"Wow," Daniel nodded, "I get why you asked if I was Tsoo, now."

"Oh yes," Paul nodded as well, almost in unison with Daniel, "You're on Raiken's list, but not important just yet. He'd have made his presence known to you by now if you were a top priority."

"Wonder who got his attention and inadvertently saved my butt?"

"Oh, you're not saved," Paul's nod turned to a shake, "Nobody's safe in here. There is no safety, nowhere to hide. Believe me when I say this place is a nightmare."

"Worse," Harris agreed, but he felt he had to make a correction, "You were right with the first thing you said to me, Danny. This place is Hell."

Better late than never, eh? Noice. Very, very noice.

Wizard: "I keep pushing the door... But it won't open!"

Barbarian: "I kick door in! NRAH!"

Said barbarian kicks door down. Cleric on other side gets crushed.

Barbarian: "YAY!"

Cleric: "Ow..."

Wizard: "Oh good lord, we killed the healer!"

Barbarian: "Yay?"

Cleric: "I'll be... I'll be okay... Just a few bones popped out of place..."

Barbarian: "YAY!"

I see... Fixed now.

981: No matter how tempting, I must not ask the contact to hold still so I can shoot him in the head twice.

((Oh newtz... Now I see the falling trees. Hm... I think I'll let somebody else take the floor on that one. Slater was a bit involved with fighting the screaming demons to notice.))

Aw... It's all the way over there!

Lord Diov: 20
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 22
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 19
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 21
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 21
Ozell One: 20

Diov gets one in the hand for not delivering the carpet bombs.

Devious gets healed... And I'm too ticked to think of a reason why.

Kidding. Not actually ticked.

Edit: Fixed due to Soviet pointing out the problem (I hope). Thanks.

Don't we have to wait for the OP to bring in the new weapons?

Come on, Diov... Where's my rocket launcher?

810: The name of every male NPC is not "Bob," nor is every cranky female NPC named after my ex.

811: While GMing, I cannot introduce my uber-PCs from prior games to torture my players.

812: I will not attack the level 2 team with dragons (no matter how tempting it is).

952. Keifer Sutherland does not make numerous cameos in my character's background telling him he's destined for greatness.

Rufus Sewell's, however...

967. There is no such thing as a Tequila Golem.

The Tequila Ooze, on the other hand...

864. My doctor's bag will contain more than just a bonesaw and a bottle of whiskey.

Mine, however, won't.

193. Not allowed to kill vampires with seismic charges.

Not even if they really, really deserve it?

162. What ever monster we just killed is not to be tonight's dinner.

What if it was a monster called the Tastycritter?

55. Before facing the dragon, not allowed to glaze the elf.

This one just sounds wrong...

Sheldon put some feed in Felix's dish, and started taking notes in a datapad. The little critter gobbled the kibble up quickly and made happy little grunts and smacking sounds. It probably helped that the kibble wasn't the hard, brick-like kind, but rather semi-solid.

"What the Hell are you doing to that thing, Shel?" Aaron Durj asked dourly, "You do realize it's unnatural, right?"

"Felix wasn't much longre for this world, Cobalt," Sheldon replied, "I had Sarah determine beforehand that he agreed to do the experiment. I am not a monster, and he seems quite conent..."

"You've got the same problems Dross has..."

"Dross?"

"Your Praetorian..." Cobalt grumbled, "Look... Dross made headway as a scientist and inventor... He caught teh attention of Antimatter and Neuron because he was a bright mind, eager to please, and quick to come up with new concepts and put them to work. You? You share similar traits, only you've doen something with your machines he didn't."

"Locked them up?" Sheldon walked to the refrigerator in the Control Room and retrieved a soda, "I don't believe the Praetorian overlords would let my double's machinations run wild..."

"No... Dross's work... largely went into the Praetorian Clockwork army and the machines that follow Siege and Nightstar. Neuron and Antimatter refuse to let the inventors in their command let loose their own personal armies... The Praetorian ranks already have enough of those... The difference is, your machines are autonomous. They think on their own, they feel..."

"I didn't exactly make life... And the AI is far from perfect..."

"True," Cobalt looked into the Oversight Center that doubled as the Grey's Army meeting hall.

Inside, Ryat66 and Ryat99 were busy using the display screen on the main table to play a game of chess. The games lasted them, on average, ten minutes apiece. The little characters hardly moved, the two droids instead discussed strategies, starting with move one. They had started with workarounds for the Blitzkrieg strategy, the first attempt being to keep a solid wall of pawns present, then to slowly trickle the rest of the "pieces" out, starting with the ones at the edge of the board. That match had lasted nearly an hour, but only because the two androids kept switching back to certain settings of the board so they could analyze other angles of attack. They were becoming quite adept at the game.

"Is there a reason to your rant?" Sheldon intoned between sips.

"I'm just saying," Aaron sighed, "You need ot be more careful..."

"Cobalt... I know it seems I'm acting quickly. However, I need you to understand that I am taking every precaution. Nobody in this group has any idea how many AIs I ran through before stumbling, yes, stumbling, onto the one I call Ryat. Even this one, I find I'm unsure of at times, as those two keep surprising me. I thank the gods that every surprise has been a pleasant one. For instance, Ryat99 seems to be shirking off that peculiar quirk in his programming..."

"Are you the Messiah?" they heard the deep bass of the heavier android rumble from the chess game, "Is this the line to Reno?"

"Exactly," Sheldon shrugged, "And with Felix... well... I'll admit, I was being selfish. I've grown attached to the little guy, and I knew his end was near... I don't want to let him go yet. I just feel like... like... he has something more to offer the world..."

Cobalt stared blankly at his comrade for a moment, then shrugged.

"Okay," he relented, "I guess I believe you. It's just that I remember how Dross and Jrud Retsen levelled a city with the machines they called Reconstructors. Antimatter and Neuron's reaction is why Jrud's a cybernetic android now. He's little more than a human brain inside a tin-can. You think on that, man. They've got enough technology around here to do the same to you if you aren't careful."

"We're heroes, Cobalt," Sheldon's tone was mildly humorous, but hsi face was still stoic, "We don't do that sort of thing."

"We don't," Cobalt agreed, "But there are those among us who do. Your experiments and inventions draw attention to you... I suggest you be exceptionally careful."

"Oh, I am."

"Nrah! Nraaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Felix was gripping the wire of his cage, bending it slightly between his front paws' toes.

"Aw... are you all done?" Sheldon saw the dish was empty, and pulled the happy little living teddy bear out of the cage.

Aaron watched him hug the pudgy critter and shook his head with a bemused expression.

"What did you feed that thing to make it change so fast?"

"Well, I felt traditional chemical compounds would be too... inefficient. So, I programmed the nanites in his food to target key portions of his genetic code during the diet."

"Does that work?"

"It did..." the inventor poked the his pet in the belly, "I wasn't surprised. The nanites can see the microscopic things better than we can. I just told them what to look for and gave them the tools to fix it."

"During the diet? What, he's not on it anymore?"

"Nope," Sheldon held up Felix by his torso so it's little forelegs hung limply over his hands. The little pudgy thing panted happily at Cobalt, it's thick red tongue accentuating a deceptively vacant face.

"Felix is every bit the Gudar I want him to be."

Cobalt stared at Sheldon blankly as he tried to wrap his head around the new "non-word."

"What the Hell did you just say?"

"Gudar. It's what I call Felix, now."

"I think I feel a tumor growing..." Cobalt pressed a point of his head near the crest of his scalp with one finger, "Right here..."

"Well, I can't very well call hima gerbil, now can I? And 'mutant gerbi'l just isn't nice. So, since he's a new species, he gets a new common name."

"Hm... What about in Latin?"

"I haven't decided, yet."

"Uh huh... You know, once this little critter goes public, you're going to have quite the mess on your hands."

Sheldon smiled and hugged Felix again before putting him back in the cage. The little furball licked its owner's hand happily before curling up and going to sleep.

"Well..." Wallace grinned, "I'll burn that bridge when I get to it."

Joe Durnan

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Sergeant Joseph Montgomery Durnan is one of the Paragon Police Department's latest additions to an ongoing project to produce heroes from the department's own ranks. Hailing from Blue Steel's own King's Row precinct, Durnan brings a stoic, skeptical perspective to the experience.

Durnan was brought into the project due to an altercation he had with an unidentified blaster hero. Reports indicate both were somewhat inebriated, and they were each reprimanded byt heir respective superiors accordingly. Freedom Corps decided against getting involved.

Apparently, Durnan was punished by being put on the hero project, and here we are. So far, he's been keeping to a typical patrol, and sometimes engages in missions from typical contacts provided by the offices of DATA and the like. Lacking any real super powers, he's been provided with a DATA Special Combo-Assault Rifle. As he reaches various security levels, extra features are made available to him. So far, he's indicated that he is largely unimpressed by the weapon's appearance, but he admits: "Man, this thing sure does cut down zombies!"

He's involved in a relationship with Grey's Army's favorite daughter, Sarah "Snuffy" Grey. As such, this has generated some friction between him and the rest of Sarah's family (except Charlene, who really likes the guy, and Roland, who practices a peculiar form of Zen; so, really, only Randy and Cedric give Joe a hard time, and its mostly half-hearted). He handles it well, and has recently worked up the courage to ask Sarah to marry him. No date has been set, but with the tenacity the two heroes show, it doesn't look like even "insurmountable odds" will be able to stop them.

Oh yes. This made me laugh. Many times.

I've run into some of these situations myself.

Sometimes made some of them...

Slater's Black Mauler tore through the very being of the spectral demons, but not without a price. For every strike he delivered, they reciprocated with three more, and that didn't include their screams. Their touch was cold and pervasive. He could feel a part of his soul being torn at, sucked away, and withered. Their terrifying howls echoed in his skull...

Kill them! Kill them ALL! They'll do the same to you, don't hesitate to strike... JOIN US!

"NO!" Slater roared and drove the head of his mace into the face of the nearest demon, "I swear, on my life, on my mind, on my soul, I will break you down before my last breath!"

The demon fell and its fellows attempted to gain some form of vengeance for their fallen brother. As their claws reached for the young stone tanker he charged at them, roaring. Crystalline protrusions struck out of the stone armor, and Slater barrelled into the nearest again. Though it was a being that lacked substance, it was a being that affected the material world... It's brother(?) fell, so too can this one.

The crystals seemed to hum as Slater's body crashed through the ghostly thing. A look of horror crossed the creature's face as the negative energy holding it together was stripped away and dissipated. Screaming, it seemed to fade away as if it were never there.

Slater, however, crashed to the ground in an ill-conceived attempt at a tackle. He was tired, he was damaged, and his body had just done something he didn't even know was possible. He struggled to stand again, to press the fight, but it felt like trying to lift the world.

Gripping the Black Mauler, he fought for some kind of resolve within himself, some kind of inspiration that would enable him to keep up the fight. His soul was strong again, he could feel it, the deaths of those last two demons must have returned to him the energy they had sapped. But that didn't equate well to his physical reserves.

Suddenly, one of his favorite songs sprang to mind...

New blood joins this earth,
And quickly he's subdued!
Through constant pained disgrace,
A young man learns their rules...

"Time to die," the last demon in his fight rasped and chuckled, "You chose... poorly."

"What I've felt..." Dustin muttered in response.

"What?"

"What I've known..."

He planted the mace head into the ground and used it to push himself up. On a knee, he looked into the face of the monster.

"Never shined through-in what I've shown..."

"Shut your mouth!" the demon roared as it swiped at the hero's face.

"Never free," Dustin deflected the attack with his left forearm and forced himself to stand, "Never me!"

He smashed the mace through the demon's chest and followed it up with a flurry of punches, leaving the weapon hanging inside the part of the creature's being that would have been a heart in most living things. When the flurry of blows had ended, Slater wrenched his weapon from the thing's chest and smashed into its face, ending its existence.

"So I dub thee Unforgiven..."

Sweating, gasping for breath, Dustin lurched around to the massive assault drone that had threatened him earlier.

"Was that good enough?"

Nice. Very, very nice. I guess I'll leave a comment here so it doesn't turn out like my Grey's Army thread. Though, there is something to be said about uninterrupted reading material...

This is turning out very cool.

... Wow... Thanks. I aim to please, and I'm glad I made an impression.

Man... Now I guess I oughtta post something...

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"Ssh!!" Essex suddenly interrupted, her voice taking a high-pitched tone of panic. "It's moving!!"

It was true. The glass had twitched slightly...and below both the androids' fingertips, had begun to move.

"You're moving it!" Essex harshly whispered. "Stop it, you're scaring me!"

"I'm not!" Solid muttered back. Finally, the glass stopped moving, and the two hunched closer to look at where it had stopped. "What's it say?"

Essex squinted in the light of the candles. "...'Marvin Gardens.'" she read.

"....The hell?" Solid tilted his head, bewildered. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You're the one trying to conduct a seance with a Monopoly board." Essex muttered.

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...

This was from Essex's Guardian Angel story. I chose the story because it's what got me to regularly check the RP forum. I chose this excerpt because (while I'd already admitted I'd become a new fan by the time this particular excerpt was written) it was a moment that really stood out for me. Sometimes, I still catch myself quoting it.

I really liked this scene. I can picture it, I can see them peering at the Monopoly board. I can hear their tone when they bicker.

"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You're the one trying to conduct a seance with a Monopoly Board!"

Though it becomes a rather somber story near the end, it's moments like this I really enjoy in RP. For me, it makes the serious moments all the more real.