Author Topic: SPRAWL: Future Urban Combat [Cyberpunk RPG]  (Read 7305 times)

0 Members and 38 Guests are viewing this topic.

  • Sr. Member
  • ****
  • Posts: 326
  • Dapperness +5/-4
  • Attacking you with butts since 2016
  • Location: St. Paul
    • View Profile
Re: SPRAWL: Future Urban Combat [Cyberpunk RPG]
« Reply #90 on: September 13, 2016, 06:55:40 pm »
"Man, you guys are such suck-ups, I was going to pay an everything!" Collin makes a fake pouty face. "Well, more drinks for Me!"
Every tuba you touch melts into cats.

How the fuck do you dream in ASCII?

Quote from: Sir Loin of Beef
Are we in need of an unfortunate accident involving a sound system and an errant 120mm shell?

  • POST LORD
  • **********
  • Posts: 2,312
  • Dapperness +15/-53
  • Location: i dunno man above ground
    • View Profile
Re: SPRAWL: Future Urban Combat [Cyberpunk RPG]
« Reply #91 on: September 13, 2016, 07:37:29 pm »
Jamie gets out of the Jeep, he hurries to Kagame. He looks toward to security guards, "Well, this can either go really good or really bad... But hey," he starts to say in a dry sing song voice, "Ya gotta look on the briiight side of life."
I am no longer legitimately considering leaving this forum

  • God Teir
  • *
  • Posts: 1,045
  • Dapperness +2/-3
    • View Profile
Re: SPRAWL: Future Urban Combat [Cyberpunk RPG]
« Reply #92 on: September 13, 2016, 07:54:10 pm »
Kagame, not wanting trouble to begin where there obviously shouldn't be any, sizes up the guards, and walks directly towards the one he deems 'in charge'.

"We are from the UN. We have an appointment with a Mr. Reese."
Gone. Cheers guys.

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 925
  • Dapperness +20/-3
  • Gof'nn Hupadgh Shub-Niggurath
    • View Profile
Re: SPRAWL: Future Urban Combat [Cyberpunk RPG]
« Reply #93 on: September 13, 2016, 11:22:57 pm »
Loach awkwardly stands from his position behind the table, scratching his head with the barrel of his pistol. "Hey, you gotta admit you came off pretty menacing there, bud. Anyways..." He steps over the table, waving his arms around dismissively. "Let's forget what just happened. We're not here to harass you guys. We're here to find those dumbass "freedom fighters." You think you can help us out, anything at all?"
Area Record 1782:
Date: 08/29/██

Event: An elderly human feeding itself to a group of kakapo. Did not express pain, appeared ambivalent.

 

NOCTIFER IS A FAGGOT