Greywind

Yes, a hex is a big target. Yes, you can still miss. Think about it the next time you're out playing disc golf.

Hero has books to simplify. USPD, USPD2, and the 6th edition counterpart. Plug and play. Fantasy has the Grimoire for spells. There's the bestiary. How much more simple would you like?

The game warns about possible abusive combinations. The game is not, has never been set for absolutes. Is it possible to be impervious? Yes. It will cost, because you will have to set your defenses higher than the campaign's maximum attack level. Most GM's that are in their right mind won't allow that level of defenses.

No. I'm disagreeing with you on your blanket statements. Not everyone is the same. Not everyone looks for the same things. Not all new players are looking to be spoon fed.

I disagree with this. If this were exactly the case, I never would have gotten into it. It was the ability to build what I wanted that drew me in.

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Just FYI, I sent Jason a PM a few months back. It took him a few weeks to respond to that PM.

"Horribly hard"? No. Horribly expensive, though.

I heard Animal Control got them.

Or under a bridge.

Not to mention the McDonald's worker that sold him the meal that contained the Monopoly piece he hexed to be the winning piece.

It falls under citizen's arrest. If the citizen is in the wrong, there's the possibility of lawsuit (both criminal and civil), the possibility of arrest, etc. As bigby pointed out in post #42, if there are actual laws against, and you continually do it, sorry, but you are a habitual criminal. Quite possibly with mental issues for running around in spandex, flying not withstanding.

Making his way through the administration center, Jason glanced down the hall towards his old office, now Trese's. The door was closed and Tara was absent from her desk. He continued through the office. The cubicles were mostly quiet, being late in the day and close to quitting time. There were some that preferred the quiet of the evening to do their work as opposed to the bustle and rush of the days. That also held true for the scientists and researchers. Even for the holidays Scott Enterprises never really closed. Passing through the cubicle farm, Jason made his way across to the glass-walled office of Beth Gilbert. The door was open so he stepped inside. “You busy?” “No. This stack of files on my desk is just to make sure that it doesn't float away,” sarcasm was thick in her voice. “Sorry.” Beth sighed. “Don't worry about it. I'm just going through the end-of-year evaluations and reviews for the staff. How was lunch?” “Lunch was good. Roan stopped by before she and Kris had to leave. Kris invited her along.” Giving Jason a crooked smile, she said, “I bet that was interesting. Last time I talked to Roan she was threatening to do you irreparable harm.” “I think she's over it. She's seeing someone.” Beth gave a real smile. “Well, good on her. I hope she's happy.” “She seemed that way,” Jason agreed. “I wanted to ask you about this,” he said, holding up the envelope. “What's this for?” He passed it to Beth when she held up her hand for it. Slipping the card from its sheath, she looked it over. “It's a thank you note.” Annoyance crossed Jason's face and was gone before Beth looked up. “I got that from reading it. I also got that from Jessica, who adamantly refused to comment on it. She said to ask you or Trese. Seeing as Trese is not in her office, that left you.” Beth looked at Jason in silence for a moment. “No, I can't imagine why.” “What's that supposed to mean?” “It means, Jason, that anything that remotely has to do with Marlene, or that reminds you of her becomes a very touchy subject. You've got people walking around you like they're walking on broken glass barefoot. They don't know how you'll react, so they try not to bring it up,” Beth explained. Jason looked down. “Beth, you have to understand...” When Jason looked up there were tears in Beth's eyes. “No, dammit!” she exclaimed standing up and slamming her fist to a bare spot on her desk. “Dammit, Jason, I don't have to understand! I need to know! For as long as I've worked for you Marlene has been my best friend. Nobody knows what has happened to her. I've talked to Warren. As far as anyone knows Marlene was in your loft when it got blown to hell! And then you go running off for the better part of two months!” “Marlene,” he said quietly. “Marlene was in the loft when it blew. All they found were some traces of blood that matched Marlene and someone else.” He slipped his hand into a pocket. “And they found this,” he said, pulling his hand out and showing her a necklace that she'd never seen Marlene without. A black stone with a red star that normally shone with its own light, that now seemed dead.

Two hands for a handgun seems to be standard practice for police.

There weren't a lot of skills back in the day.

I use them but only if the situation calls for it, through the use of characters' skills.

...and then we end up with movies like Highlander: The Sauce

"I DID NOTHING...except get caught with my britches down. I must be going senile. Mr. Saavik, you go right on quoting regulations!"

As I recall it, there was a philosophical difference that caused a rift in the team. That led to the formation of the second team.

Barman from Cheers vs the barman from Cocktail

Returning late from lunch, Jason had a jaunty spring in his step. He passed by Jessica's desk and she commented, “Someone is in a good mood.” And he was. He would miss Kris, but it wouldn't be long and he would find a reason to travel back to New York. In private moments, Kris was always able to talk to him and pull things out in ways Ash had never been able to. He was very pleased that their friendship was back on a proper course. As for Roan, Jason was happy for her and Mitch. She seemed to handle the revelation of his dual identity well. And he felt he could trust her. He always had, which was part of what led him to asking her out in the first place. He hadn't even minded when Kris extended an invitation to lunch to them. Which was why he was returning late. Jessica followed him into his office. “I hate to be the one to ruin your lovely mood, but I wasn't exactly able to reschedule all of your appointments. The representative of Bright Star waited. He only left about an hour ago.” Hanging his suit coat in his office's closet, Jason nodded his head. “Set up a call with their rep and see when a good time will be. Might have to make a concession or two to Daniels.” “Jason, Joshua Daniels was the rep that was here today. You kept him waiting and never showed. He said he will be here first thing in the morning. Six AM.” “Great,” Jason said quietly. “Looks like some get called in early. Let the necessary parties know.” “Yes, sir,” Jessica responded. Jason raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. “Yes, Jason.” He smiled warmly at her. “That's better.” He turned his attention to the papers set out on his desk. Picking up one, he scanned the first page. “Contract,” he said quietly and set it aside. “From legal to be read, I assume.” “Yes. Would you like a cup of coffee or something?” Shuffling through the various reports and whatnot, Jason said, “No, but thank you, Jessica.” She turned and had made it to the door when Jason asked, “Jessica, what's this?” Turning back, Jessica saw that Jason had an envelope in his hand. The envelope had a red, white and green alternating border. Jessica knew that there was a seal of crossed candy canes on the flap. She stepped forward with her hand out for the envelope. “That was supposed to go into Trese's mail. I'm sorry, sir...Jason. I'll take it to her.” Jason had pulled the card out and read it before Jessica made it to his desk. “What's it for?” Jessica slowly lowered her hand. “It's a thank you card.” “I can see that. What's it for?” Jessica seemed nervous when she answered. “You'll have to ask Trese or Beth.” Holding her gaze, Jason soon slowly nodded his head and smiled at his personal assistant. “All right. I'll do that. Mentor.” “Yes, sir?” “Scan, sort and prioritize these papers, please.” Jason headed out the door. Jessica let out a sigh.

My issue comes from people being more interested in whatever game they're currently playing on their comp, bullshit texts coming from people not involved in the game, which leads to more texts being sent and received. It is generally not worth trying to get people's attention when it's their turn, or to get them to pay attention to the game in general, and have to give a half hour recap of recent events because the guy that has the skill/connection/lead or whatever wasn't paying attention to the flow of the game with the other players. Far easier just to outlaw the electronics. It's one thing for the GM to have and another for all the players to do so.

For me, that was relatively easy. I built my Champions world in the early 80's. I keep playing the same world when I run and keep adding on as necessary. Sad part is, I lost a lot of files and data as technology changed and papers got irretrievably damaged.

Stepping confidently into view, Jason addressed the Tharian warrior, “Hydron.” “Praetor,” the alien said with a slight nod of his head. “You should not be outside of your sanctuary without your guard.” The sounds coming from Hydron's mouth were in no language a human could understand. The voice Jason heard came from a device attached to the alien's harness. His head cocked to the side, studying Jason. Nictitating membranes slowly covered his eyes before drawing back. “You are not the Praetor,” Hydron said in a questioning manner. “You are other.” The trident scepter in his hand snapped out into the full length of a spear. “Well, I guess subterfuge isn't going to work any more,” Jason said with quiet humor.