Greywind

Franchise Wars!

The only system I know of that uses anything similar is SPI's DragonQuest. High mana areas didn't require as much Fatigue to cast spells. Low mana areas required more Fatigue or casting wasn't even possible at all.

Rolling over on her back, Leah stretched and opened her eyes. The light coming in through the skylight told her that it was early morning. Sitting up abruptly, Leah looked around and spotted her clothes. Her jeans were draped across a chair, along with her socks and bra. Her boots were beside the chair. The tank top and blouse she had worn over it were on a hanger. That was hanging from a hook on the wall next to the stairs down. Flopping back on the bed, Leah wondered, What did I do? With a smile, she recalled the previous evening; coffee, conversation, dinner. In time with the thought, her belly rumbled. The sizzling sound of meat hitting hot metal came from down the stairs followed by the aroma of fresh coffee. Her mouth started watering. Stop it. I'm not that easy. Leah tossed the covers back and swung her feet to the floor. Catching her reflection in a mirror, she had on some type of red sports jersey. Standing up, the bottom of it fell to mid-thigh. She turned and saw the Klingon trefoil on her shoulder. Turning further, Leah made out the name on her upper back; Parks. Her stomach growled. Leah sighed and started down the stairs. “Good morning.” Leah tried to smile. “Bathroom?” Jason smiled back. “Through there,” he pointed. “Pancakes or waffles?” “Waffles?” “Okay,” Jason responded, taking it as a statement, rather than a question. Making her way into the bathroom, Leah closed the door. Get a grip, girl. I need to get home. Her belly protested. Alright. After breakfast since he's cooking. Finishing her business, Leah washed her hands and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Gawd, I need a hairbrush. Her eyes went to the large bathtub. And a bath. Traveling around the room, she saw the shower stall with multiple heads. Or a shower. Geez. I bet all that water pounding would feel great. Making her way back, Leah was in time to see Jason set a plate on the service bar. “Syrup? Belgian?” “Syrup is fine.” Leah slipped onto the stool and looked at the waffles. “I... You didn't take advantage of me last night?” Turning to face her with his head cocked to the side, Jason said seriously, “I wanted to. All night long. I wanted to take advantage of the fact you were there keeping my bed warm. But if you're wondering if I did anything to you, all I did was get you out of your clothes, into that jersey, and into the bed. Shortly after you fell asleep I got an emergency call and I had to go out. I only got back a little while ago.” He set a syrup rack within Leah's easy reach. “Your virtue is safe,” he said, smiling gently. Leah smiled back. “I just don't want you to think...” “If and when anything happens between us it will be because you are willing and want it to happen. I'm not in a hurry, Leah.” Leah felt relief. “Are you free Friday?” “I am never free,” she said. “Although my rates are often reasonable.” Looking at her, Jason saw she was grinning. “Modeling humor.” “Oh, so any time I want to take you out I have to pay your modeling fee?” Leah pouted. “I didn't say that!” “I have a reception that I need to be at Friday and I need a woman to escort. I was hoping that maybe you would be interested in accompanying me.” “What kind of reception?” “Black tie event.” Leah looked down at her plate. “I don't have anything to wear.” “I think I might have something that will fit you.” He pointed at a garment bag hanging on a support post. Leah looked questioningly at Jason and then the bag. She wiped her fingers off on a napkin and stood up. She recognized the garment bag from the fashion show. Leah looked at Jason over her shoulder. Her fingers found the zipper on the bag and started pulling it down. “My dress,” she whispered. Her eyes caught the receipt inside the dress, hung from the hanger. The original copy, which would be kept with the dress for delivery, was there. It was torn, missing about the bottom third. Underneath it was the buyer's copy, whole. In a firm hand, ensuring legibility on the copy, it read, “Please have her wear this for the Meet and Greet.” “Celeste. That bitch,” she whispered. “I trust that we won't need to have the dress fitted?” “No. I don't think that will be necessary,” Leah said quietly. She turned to find Jason standing close. “I was thinking dinner Thursday. We can go shopping. Find you shoes to go with it. Lingerie. Whatever else may be required. So, will you wear my dress for me?” “Yes! No! Wait, I can't!” Jason looked at her puzzled. “Roommate. More like a sister. Thursdays are our night. Between work and classes, it's about the only time we have together.” “Sisters I can deal with. Invite her along.” “Are you sure?” Jason nodded. “You've got a bit of juice running down your chin.” Leah's hand went up and Jason caught it. “I'll get it.” He lifted Leah's chin gently and began kissing her.

Heist plots are easy with hi-tech. Everybody wants the new MacGuffin.

Yeah, right, and no harm ever came from reading a book. You remember how that one went?

I don't wanna tell you. You'll just hurt me some more.

I recall an Avengers comic where it was snowing and Jan was freezing. The Beast offered to let her use his fur coat but he couldn't seem to find the zipper.

The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I heave a sigh, and sadly smile And lie a while in bed I wish that it might come to pass Not fade like all my dreams Just think of what my life might be In a world like I have seen I don’t think I can carry on This cold and empty life My spirits are low, in the depths of despair My lifeblood Spills over….

Golf tee? Watch out for clubs swinging your way.

Choreography and/or special effects.

Stark had heart issues stemming from a boobytrap in Vietnam. This led to the magnetic chest plate. Stark also had other medical issues (spine) after being shot by Kathy Dare.

I've heard aluminum foil works.

Rut roh, Raggy...

How, how can it be That a love carved out of caring Fashioned by fate could suffer so hard From the games played once too often But making mistakes is a part of life's imperfection Born of the years Is it so wrong to be human after all? Drawn into the stream of undefined illusion Those diamond dreams, they can't disguise the truth That there is something about you, baby, so right I wouldn't be without you, baby tonight If ever our love was concealed No one can say that we didn't feel A million things and a perfect dream of life (gone) fragile but free We remain tender together If not so in love And it's not so wrong, we're only human after all These changing years, they add to your confusion Oh and you need to hear the time that told the truth That there is something about you, baby so right Don't want to be without you, baby tonight Because there's something about you, baby, so right I couldn't live without you, baby, tonight And that there's something about you, yeah And I couldn't be without you, tonight

I can't stop The way I feel Things you do Don't seem real Tell you what I got in mind 'Cause we're runnin' out of time Won't you ever set me free? This waitin' 'round's killin' me She drives me crazy Like no one else She drives me crazy And I can't help myself I can't get Any rest People say I'm obsessed Everything that's serious lasts But to me there's no surprise What I have, I knew was true Things go wrong, they always do She drives me crazy Like no one else She drives me crazy And I can't help myself I won't make it On my own No one likes To be alone She drives me crazy Like no one else She drives me crazy And I can't help myself She drives me crazy Like no one else She drives me crazy And I can't help myself She drives me crazy Like no one else She drives me crazy And I can't help myself

You said you didn't need her... You told her good-bye (good-bye)... You sacrificed a good love... To satisfy your pride... Now you wished that you should had her (had her).. And you feel like such a fool... You let her walk away... Now it just don't feel the same... Gotta blame it on something... (gotta blame it on something) Gotta blame it on something... (Blame it on the rain) that was fallin' fallin'... (Blame it on the stars) that did shine at night... Whatever you do don't put the blame on you... Blame it on the rain... (yeah yeah) You can blame it on the rain... Should've told her you were sorry... (sorry) Could have said you were wrong... But no you couldn't do that... You had to prove you were strong... Ooh if you hadn't been so blinded... (blinded) She might still be there with you... You want her back again... But she just don't feel the same... Gotta blame it on something... (gotta blame it on something) Gotta blame it on something... (Blame it on the rain) that was fallin' fallin'... (Blame it on the stars) that did shine at night... Whatever you do don't put the blame on you... Blame it on the rain... (yeah yeah) Go on and blame it on the rain... 'Cause the rain don't mind And the rain don't care You got to blame it on something (Blame it on the rain) that was fallin' fallin'... (Blame it on the stars) that did shine at night... Whatever you do don't put the blame on you... Blame it on the rain... (yeah yeah) You can blame it on the rain (Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah) (Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah) (Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah) You can blame it on the rain, Blame it on the rain, Blame it on the rain baby (Blame it on the rain yeah yeah) Blame it on the stars that did shine that night (Blame it on the rain yeah yeah) Blame it, blame it on the rain Woo I'm walking I'm walking Walking in the rain Walking in the rain (Rain, rain) (Stars, stars) Whatever you do don't put the blame on you (Blame it on the rain) Yeah yeah (Blame it on the rain) That keeps falling, falling (Blame it on the stars) That did shine that night Whatever you do don't put the blame on you Blame it on the rain yeah yeah Blame it on the rain (rain, rain)

Wolverine didn't have much of a backstory when Claremont decided Logan could read Japanese. Tony asked Cap to teach him during the Armor Wars, as I recall, so he wasn't completely inept without his armor. Dr. Strange also learned at least one martial art while he was studying under the Ancient One. A need for the unification of mind, body, and spirit.

An unused weapon is a useless weapon!

Dust Brothers

Sundown, summer is fading Run now, here the winter comes Deep down, in some snowdrift Frozen fire, thought you found the lift It's a showdown, it's a Mexican standoff And the river is the prize To float away on her current To the sea, lover, to the sea And I know there's a song in the wind to the sky And I know there's a song somewhere for you and I What I don't know is if we'll hear it I'm losin' spirit, woman sing to me

In the 70's, RPGs were an extension of wargaming. Personality development was only beginning.

In the 70's, RPGs were an extension of wargaming. Personality development was only beginning.

I'm serious. She could actually be a 300 pound dude who lives in his momma's basement in suburban Detroit. And her name is Chuck. Think about that.

Depends on what your expectations of "The Wisdom of Solomon" entails.

You're confusing a game mechanic with a power build. Dice rolls/results are a rule. Power builds are not. Within power builds Hero does not do absolutes. If you want immunity you need to know what the max level the GM will ever allow/throw at the players and build a defense big enough to ensure you will never be affected by that power. See also "One-trick pony", because you won't be able to afford anything else.