After last time's somewhat anticlimatic outing, I wanted to make sure the next scenario was a bit more...eventful.

The scenario: prisoner 23768 has valuable information. Tomorrow he's being shipped off for a proper interrogation, but for tonight, he's in custody in police headquarters.

His information is deeply damaging to an unnamed individual, who has contracted the Fraternity of Otherwise Unassociated Melee Combatants to make sure 23768 doesn't leave town alive.



Yes, that's a gaggle of samurai, a hedge of ninja, a trio of vikings and one sole musketeer. They're abandoning the traditional (and much more effective) art of the sneak attack for the all-out frontal assault. But they have two flintlock pistols and one rifle. And grenades -- did I mention the grenades?



The precinct is staffed with cops, as one might expect, and their resident forensic clean-up artist Matt (top right), who's more than capable of laying down a field of caustic foam should anyone get too close to him. Note that they're all unarmed because their weapons haven't come in yet, but they're going to be impressive.

Prisoner 23768 is going to try to make a break for it, if he can -- if he can't, he'll willingly surrender to the cops, but he's not going to go with the FOUMC, because he knows what they have in store. Should he get his hands on a weapon -- well, it'll be interesting.

This go-round will have explosives in full play, as well as the climbing rules (2" per turn), and I've actually written a program to help me keep track of the casualties this time. With 32 combatants, I'll need it.
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From: [identity profile] 40ozslurpee.livejournal.com


Adults who play with toys are friends of mine!

You reminded me of my "police brutality" scenario that I did so long ago. So thank you for that. Also, if the pictures don't show, you can see them here. http://bentmywookie.deviantart.com/gallery/ They are the homie toys and the plastic policemen at the bottom of the first page and the top of the 2nd.







From: [identity profile] sigma7.livejournal.com


Aw, man, Homies! I remember those! I remember a few of us in Capital City collecting them and decorating our cubicles with 'em.... And I appreciate your capacity for at least making sociopolitical commentary with implements of youth. Me, I just gotta roll dice and blow stuff up. Because I'm eight years old, apparently. If I'm an adult, I'm really bad at it.

Speaking of, hippo birdies two ewe. I've turned off all social-networking-fed birfday reminders, because it did get to seem too impersonal and iCal-like. So it's genuine, if belated.

From: [identity profile] 40ozslurpee.livejournal.com


The last time I cared about my birthday was when I turned 21, and it was a let-down even then. Liquor store closes at 8 and these dumbass frat boys were in front of me in line at the grocery store so I didn't buy my first beer until like, 12:05 am or something, and the cashier didn't notice. Then when I went to the liquor store I didn't get anything free since I'm not a slut. I ended up getting wasted because I was sad that no one came to my party. Life's a bummer. Why do we even celebrate birthdays after 21?

From: [identity profile] sigma7.livejournal.com


Engh. That's not a stellar #21. Mine was half and half -- half the worst birthday I ever had, half the best, and embarrassingly so, both ways. Eighteen was putrid and frustrating. I think 25 was my favorite since, and I didn't even realize it was my birthday until someone ([livejournal.com profile] robing) reminded me with, like, five hours left in the day. I think that might be the key there. Every time I'm conscious it's my birthday -- or worse, am reminded -- things tend to go haywire or just...disappointingly.

From: [identity profile] 40ozslurpee.livejournal.com


I spent the majority of my birthday on that photoshop of The Flaming Lips. I want to mail it to them. Having them see my art (bonus points if they like it, epic bonus high score if they tell me they like it somehow.) But with the ol' birthday luck, it'll just get lost in the mail and then plagurized across the internets so I won't be able to prove it's mine. Just like Josie and the Thundercats, you saw it here first!

From: [identity profile] vulpisfoxfire.livejournal.com


I'm just laughing at the phrase 'A hedge of ninja' at the moment. Obviously, that checkbox has been Tick-ed. :-)

From: [identity profile] sigma7.livejournal.com


"We are a hedge. Please move along."

And yes, the one female samurai in the group is going to be named Oedipus.
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