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- 20 Sie 2015
Since I have 0 sp, I won't get any equipment.
Holy shit why is this so fucked up
Holy shit why is this so fucked up
A Kiwi Farms game of FATAL: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here
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You still get a free set of normal clothing if I remember right.
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- 18 Cze 2014
You could always buy a slave for your slave.
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- 12 Gru 2015
And if you go by @Splendid Meat Sticks suggestion, he's offered our characters 200 silver on top of whatever we auto-gen rolled for our funds.
Owning a slave has a lot of rules in FATAL from what I saw..
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- 4 Maj 2015
And a slave for them too.
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Ya that's dumb I'm opting out on that. I'll just try to grab a weapon off the first cuck who dies.
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- 20 Sie 2015
Also opting out.
Totally not just unable to find the price list/get out of bed and boot up my lappie.
Totally not just unable to find the price list/get out of bed and boot up my lappie.
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- 20 Sie 2015
Where do we find the price list?
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- 4 Maj 2015
In the OP, where the books are.
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- 20 Sie 2015
It's decided:
Dildo[196]
Battleaxe Footmans[146]
Rape[144]
12 condoms[122]
Tent for 2 humans[62]
Aged Urine[52]
I have 52 sp left.
Also, can we disregard the mammal allergies? Otherwise the game is over in like 5 posts.
The condoms are for the eventual rape ogres.
Dildo[196]
Battleaxe Footmans[146]
Rape[144]
12 condoms[122]
Tent for 2 humans[62]
Aged Urine[52]
I have 52 sp left.
Also, can we disregard the mammal allergies? Otherwise the game is over in like 5 posts.
The condoms are for the eventual rape ogres.
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- 16 Cze 2014
fuckin dynastia lmao this is gonna be hilarious to watch
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- 20 Sie 2015
Do clothes come by default?
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- 11 Mar 2015
It appears that they do.
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- 11 Mar 2015
THE GAME BEGINS
(Before we begin, I would like to note that I am treating the information provided in the rulebook as true. If anything you see below seems historically inaccurate, or stupid, it's because that's what the rulebook said is true. A lot of the fun in FATAL comes from the writers' idiocy, and I want to let that shine through in our little game.)
All of you are sitting at a tavern, with the exception of those of you who are too young to actually sit on barstools. Your shitty town is dirt poor, and drinking is the only solace you have in life. That, and joining the nighly rape gang with the local priests. By now, every woman in town has been raped. Occasionally, the gang rapes get out of hand and some of you go to jail for up to a month, but usually, the victims decide to withdraw the complaint.
The bar's patrons are actually quite polite. Everyone is afraid to make jokes at anyone else's expense lest it lead to a sudden outbreak of race related violence. Normally, such a racially diverse clientele could never exist, especially since every single living bugbear is dedicated to capturing and raping human women to death. It's almost as though odd luck or the whims of insane gods have caused such an ill-advised scene.
Everything was normal until THEY came in.
Who were they? Well, the first one was some nobleman, judging by how well fed he seemed to be, although he was dirtier than the local peasants. He really smelled like he needed a bath too. It was impossible to see much of him though. He was covered from head to toe in boiled leather armor. He carried a whip coiled up on one hip and a knife on the other. Something incomprehensible scribbled in what lookd like Dwarven runes is scribbled on the front of his leather breastplate. The other was a Moor judging by his skin, and he sat inside some sort of strange Mohammadean contraption that let him move on wheels, like some sort of horseless cart. Judging by his frailty and impressive beard, he seems to be some sort of heathen sorceror.
When the rotund one enters, he looks around and begins to shriek incoherently. He begins shove things off of tables and demand that he be recognized as a king. Then, the obviously delerious man stabs the pimp who runs the inn, wheels around, and begins to charge at you guys. His wizard friend begins to moan incoherently. It sounds like he may be preparing some sort of spell, and his odd hand movements look quite arcane too! A green aura begins to surround him!
ADF is about 10 feet away from you guys. His knife and his whip are drawn. He looks proficient in the use of the whip, but he looks nervous with the knife. Kylie is about 25 feet away, but he's behind an overturned table, and thus harder to get to. He's charging up a spell, but none of you are wizards, so you can't tell which one. What do you do?
(Before we begin, I would like to note that I am treating the information provided in the rulebook as true. If anything you see below seems historically inaccurate, or stupid, it's because that's what the rulebook said is true. A lot of the fun in FATAL comes from the writers' idiocy, and I want to let that shine through in our little game.)
All of you are sitting at a tavern, with the exception of those of you who are too young to actually sit on barstools. Your shitty town is dirt poor, and drinking is the only solace you have in life. That, and joining the nighly rape gang with the local priests. By now, every woman in town has been raped. Occasionally, the gang rapes get out of hand and some of you go to jail for up to a month, but usually, the victims decide to withdraw the complaint.
The bar's patrons are actually quite polite. Everyone is afraid to make jokes at anyone else's expense lest it lead to a sudden outbreak of race related violence. Normally, such a racially diverse clientele could never exist, especially since every single living bugbear is dedicated to capturing and raping human women to death. It's almost as though odd luck or the whims of insane gods have caused such an ill-advised scene.
Everything was normal until THEY came in.
Who were they? Well, the first one was some nobleman, judging by how well fed he seemed to be, although he was dirtier than the local peasants. He really smelled like he needed a bath too. It was impossible to see much of him though. He was covered from head to toe in boiled leather armor. He carried a whip coiled up on one hip and a knife on the other. Something incomprehensible scribbled in what lookd like Dwarven runes is scribbled on the front of his leather breastplate. The other was a Moor judging by his skin, and he sat inside some sort of strange Mohammadean contraption that let him move on wheels, like some sort of horseless cart. Judging by his frailty and impressive beard, he seems to be some sort of heathen sorceror.
When the rotund one enters, he looks around and begins to shriek incoherently. He begins shove things off of tables and demand that he be recognized as a king. Then, the obviously delerious man stabs the pimp who runs the inn, wheels around, and begins to charge at you guys. His wizard friend begins to moan incoherently. It sounds like he may be preparing some sort of spell, and his odd hand movements look quite arcane too! A green aura begins to surround him!
ADF is about 10 feet away from you guys. His knife and his whip are drawn. He looks proficient in the use of the whip, but he looks nervous with the knife. Kylie is about 25 feet away, but he's behind an overturned table, and thus harder to get to. He's charging up a spell, but none of you are wizards, so you can't tell which one. What do you do?
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Amsia the underage kobold butterface whore will circle around the perimeter of the inn trying to get behind these fucking LOLCOWS but won't take any aggressive action herself on the first round and will evade anyone approaching her.
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- 12 Gru 2015
Glaukon the child gladiator attempts to light and throw one of his wicked oil bottles (molotov cocktails) at the cripple behind the table before readying his oversized maul.
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- 20 Sie 2015
Osbert the Human throws the jar of urine at the wizard, then charges him with his axe.
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- 21 Maj 2015
I tell the other members to get to the wizard while I keep ADF busy. I run at him, draw my battle ax and swing.
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- 18 Cze 2014
Sybil Sewell uses the distraction to indulge her pyromaniac tendencies, she pours her oil flask out onto the bar and attempts to light if with her flint and knife.