Greywind

Variable Power Pool with charges. Get the list of powers that can be used through it and slap the charges on the pool itself.

I'm sensing some type of Lockout.

What's the difference between curse and clumsy?

You can't die, you fool. You're immortal.

“All right, who's next on our list of suspects?” “Next up we have the Persuader,” Trese said. “Ugh.” Dani threaded the leather through a grommet, wrapped it around the frame, and fed it into another grommet. “What does he... she? Do?” Kate asked while working on her own dreamcatcher. “He. As his moniker implies, he's good at persuading people to do what he wants.” “I bet there's an interesting story there,” Kate said. “Not really,” Trese said. “By all accounts, rumors or otherwise, his powers manifested with puberty.” “Mutation,” Ash said. Trese nodded. “Hereditary. Skipped his mom, but his grandfather had a hypnotism act forty or fifty years ago.” “So, you've got a teenage boy, fresh from puberty, loaded with raging hormones, finding out that he can get people to do whatever he wants,” Kris said. “What do you think he did with it?” “I...” Kate looked at Kris. Kris raised an eyebrow and kept staring at Kate. “Oh... Oh... Eww...” “Exactly.”

Ash opened her eyes. A breeze blew through, but not enough to cool the room. Her shirt was soaked with sweat. Pushing herself up, she glanced out the window. The sky was still dark with no hint of the coming day. She heard soft sounds coming from downstairs. Her eyes darted to the clock on the dresser. 4:35. Most likely it was Warren preparing for another day of hard work. Getting up from the bed, Ash saw Kris laying in her own bed. She was face-down, one arm slipped under her pillow. Her wings twitched as she dreamt. Ash quietly made her way to the stairs. Moving down, she rounded the corner. She cast the newel cap a withering glare. At the bottom of the stairs Ash turned to the kitchen. Warren was making something that made her mouth water. “Morning,” Warren said. “Eggs, pancakes, ham, and bacon. I know I'm not Jason in the kitchen...” “It's fine,” Ash said stopping halfway into a chair. “What's that?” “Bassinet. I finished it last night. I want to get Kate's take on it before I varnish it.” “Make it go away,” Ash said quietly. Warren turned to look at her. “What's wrong?” “Warren, I want coffee. I want some of whatever you're making. And I want that to go away. Please.” In a moment the bassinet was out of sight. Ash slipped into the chair. A cup of coffee appeared in front of her. Warren was still working on breakfast as if he hadn't moved. “Are you okay?” “I'm fine,” Ash said, staring at the table top. “Nightmares?” “Yeah. Just some really twisted dreams last night. Things that really happened, but it was like they went into the Twilight Zone and stayed there.” Ash shook her head. “I've said that before.” “Freaky nightmares where bad things happen, you wake up and you're still having nightmares?” Warren slipped a plate in front of her. “Yeah. Origin stuff. Flashback to Wildfire. Only this time, Jason hurt me and raped me. Then I woke up, came downstairs, broke the newel cap off the railing.” Warren's eyes darted to the cap resting on its post. “You were in the kitchen and asked me to put your girl in her highchair.” Tears were rolling down Ash's face. “I killed your baby,” she said quietly. “Ash...” “I know! It was just a dream. A nightmare. But it felt so real.”

Typos: the leading cause for humor on the internet. I did the same. Made things easier in the long run. The best part was that I had hooks in one of the driving players. He just had to figure things out and who was yanking his chain.

Also known as flying by the seat of your pants. Of course not. Pimps want their money.

Board mantra is often "you get what you pay for". The other side of that coin is "you don't get what you haven't paid for".

And unemployed divas who live in glass houses, rent-free, should not throw stones.

It depends on the character and any interactions with Hunteds and the like. If there is a big enough axe to grind and they don't care, they may toss out personal stuff as a way to goad the character.

And any challenges that require uncommon skills you automatically fail at if you don't have the skill.

Aren't there examples in the book?

Why does it have to be combat related in order to cost points?

Skills don't have to have a combat use to be on the character sheet.

Day 11: Sitting here in the motel room. This is the second straight day of rain. Jason has run for food, which gives me time to write. I've been trying to get my thoughts in order. We found the cemetery where Dad said we would. We spent half the day going through the county records to find the right plot. Then we headed back to the cemetery to try to make sense out of where the old plots were. We finally found the marker Dad wanted a rubbing of. While we were searching we came across a marker. I've been trying to understand how it made me feel and why. This marker had no name on it. It had a date of birth and a date of death. Underneath that it was engraved with “All He Wanted Was To Matter”. I had Jason take me back to the county records the next day. Yeah, that would have been yesterday and the first day of rain. The rain up here is something else. It's never like this in southern California. Anyway, I spent a lot of yesterday going through those records. Only I couldn't find any reference to that plot. I'm not sure why this is bugging me. I wish we could have dragged Lene along. At least then I'd be able to talk to her about it. Maybe I'll call her when I'm done getting my thoughts down.

Teardrop on a fragile eyelash She's looking like a dream Hoping for some understanding And answer or at least Cunning word a single sentence To restore her heart Aching since the day I left her Crossing lonely seas Silent tears of a woman Make a warrior cry Heaven, I beg you Please release hopes from fears This is my elegy Do you know what I feel? This is my elegy Do you believe it's real? Will I hold you in my arms again? Dewdrops on a single rosebud This purity of rain Reminds me of the moment I left her Kisses filled with pain And if I should leave her waiting For another year Will she ever know the answer? Will she follow me? Silent tears of a woman Make her warrior cry Heaven, I beg you Please release hopes from fears This is my elegy Do you know what I feel? This is my elegy Do you believe it's real? Will I hold you in my arms Hold you in my arms again? Cunning word, a single sentence To restore her heart Aching since the day I left her Crossing lonely seas

I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh It hijacked my world at night From a place in the past We've been cast out of, oh oh oh oh Now we're back in the fight Yes we're back on the chain gang Whoa, back on the chain gang A circumstance beyond our control, oh oh oh oh The phone, the TV and the news of the world Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh oh oh oh Sand in our eyes, descending like flies Yes we're back on the chain gang Whoa back on the chain gang The powers that be That force us to live like we do Bring me to my knees When I see what they've done to you But I'll die as I stand here today Knowing that deep in my heart They'll fall to ruin one day For making us part I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh They were the happiest days of my life Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh Lonely heart, lonely hearts Yes we're back on the chain gang Oh back on the chain gang (chain gang)

It's just, I'm so used to you acting like a 12-year-old all the time, it's kind of refreshing to see you as a father.

Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. Don't know why you want to jump on me, Baby, baby, baby, and make-a me cry. Baby, I, I'm gonna find myself someone new, Someone who will be true, But no more toeing the line. I know it's o-ooh-over, cause I've seen the signs. Don't let me waste your precious time. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. If you want to get uh-rid of me, Baby, baby, baby, you're doin' fine. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. I'm gonna put on my walkin' shoes And leave you far behind. You're rolling over in clover so refined, But you can't fix this broken heart of mine. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. Don't know why you want to jump on me, Baby, baby, baby, and make-a me cry. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. Don't know why you want to jump on me, Baby, baby, baby, and make-a me cry. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line. Baby, I'm tired of toeing the line.

Monkees Singer and Bassist Peter Tork Dead at 77

Or a form of mind control/psionic surgery.

Or the book from 3rd edition. It should still be valid.

A control freak like you with something you can't control? No, no. That's gonna be more fun than Shark Week.