Rob Plays Games: October 2010

[9:00:14 PM] Mysterious C: It was a cold summer morning as the greyhound ascended the hill, many of the passengers asleep while the sun began to catch up with the vehicle. Some away for pleasure, some for business, some were new to the city. Such vacation was rare when one already lived in the party capital of the south. Soon the bus found flat ground at the top of the hill, granting one of natures best veiws possible. New orleans in all its splender, the big easy.

[9:02:35 PM] Mysterious C: One by one passengers awoke, the doctor hiding under the steamer trunk that contained his possessions; the cashier with her face pressed against the glass. Some were already long awake, like the gunsmith with his face in his magizine. Soon all were awake, for better or worse.

[9:06:05 PM] Mysterious C: The bus began to shake as it took a nose dive down the hill towards the station, before long drifting into the station. Strange sights were already there to be had as men in hazmat suits crowded around the bus as it stopped, flagging the driver for his attention. This is where our story begins.

[9:10:07 PM] Anne Brown: Katriel opened her eyes standing up and brushing her pants. Her S-Mart brand Khakis and her clean pressed Black Polo S-Mart shirt. She looked at the window muttering to herself about, "don't know why they transferred me *now*. I didn't know that the manager would come to *my* register!" She muttered into the window before listening as intently as she could manage. She wasn't quite sure as to how to react to what was going around her only that this day was about to get a lot worse.

[9:13:12 PM] That bastard fox: Hans looked up as the bus slowed. When he noticed the orange hazmat suits he got worried. He was not very pleased about this, his shop was in the town. He too would try listening in, to see if he could hear what was being said. He didn't have a whole lot with him aside from his suitcase of clothes, what he wore now, and his weapon concealed in a sholder holster under his jacket.

[9:16:32 PM] Volk Kell: Volk rubbed his eyes. A yawn escaped as he placed a hand on his luggage. Feeling the bus stop he looked at his watch. "We aren't there yet..." He muttered to himself. A glance out the windomw he he was awake in an instant. "What do we have here... hazmat covered crowds stopping a bus..." He smirked to himself for a moment before sitting up and listening carefully.

[9:20:36 PM] Mysterious C: The driver was visably angry, easy to hear as he remained in his seat, noly talking to the hazmat from the window "Look I don't give a fuck whose authority you have. Nobody on this bus has the time for this bullshit!" The man screamed. People on the left side of the bus could see the hazmat officer nod, and the bus door would open as the driver reached for the intercom "Currently the CDC along with FBI Agents are investigating the bus station. After a short inspection you will be cleared to enter the building. You may leave the bus and have a nice day" The way the station was located was more like a subway, entering the station was a requirement to get to the streets. Fucking modern layout...

[9:26:56 PM] Anne Brown: Katriel hummed as she walked towards the man curiously. "So you want us to go through some CDC bullshit? That's...oddly better than I thought it'd be meh." She walked towards the steps and off the bus into the station. She sighed to herself looking around, "I'm seriously hoping this will be quick." She sneered to herself muttering, "From a shitty day to...green apple splatters."

[9:30:15 PM] That bastard fox: Hans gave a quick light growl at this. He closed his magazine and picked up his suitcase before heading out from the bus, so long as nobody was in the way. He knew he would likely have trouble getting in, thanks to the gun under his jacket. He had all the permits required to carry it, and he was of the proper age for it.

[9:34:39 PM] Volk Kell: Volk flinched a bit. he sighed lightly, shaking his head nad muttering more to himself. If one listened he would be repeating standard surgical procedures. It was his way of keeping himself up on them. He stopped and he looked to the people in the hazmat suits. He already knew that there would be a big chance he would be taken off of the bus, but at this moment he did not care.

[9:39:39 PM] Mysterious C: There was a guard or two at the enterance, looking extremely ready to shoo off anybody trying to force entry into the station. As the three left the bus, a african american gentleman seemed extremely nervous, standing next to a farther along enterance argueing with CDC to gain enterance. A group of three people in black suits, two men and a women hastily walked through the door closest to the bus, as if something very important was inside. The black man resorted to violence, punching a guard on the jaw. The two guards near the bus sprinted off to help, leaving you clear to enter the station

[9:43:26 PM] Anne Brown: Katriel looked between the men and calmly walked in, "Oi, think this'll lead us somewhere?" She smirked knowing that the day was still in a good path. "Hell I bet we'll find something new in here hopefully it'll give us more information what happened?" She smirked at the men walking without a care or thought in the world. She nerviously fingered the MACE canister with her right hand. "Mmm..." She muttered to herself, "we have quite a bit to worry about if the CDC is involved."

[9:46:13 PM] That bastard fox: Hans didn't even pay a notice as the two guards ran off. He stepped into the station to look around at what was going on. He hadn't heard of the CDC before, though he assumed there was an act of radiological terorisim here, the HazMat suits there to give a measure of protection against the radioactive dust. So it could be removed easier.

[9:48:35 PM] Volk Kell: Volk was lead off the bus easily. There was a small converstaion about credentials. He showed his ID, and the word moving was heard. He grabbed at his luggage as he went off without a fuss. His eyes closed and he sighed a bit, hanigng his head. As he passed other passengers, before it got rough, he was discussing the contents of his briefcase. Volatile chemicals and preserved body parts were standard whereever he went, and he made sure that the guards knew about them.

[9:50:25 PM] Mysterious C: The modern bus terminal was full of fancy lighting, advertising for various new products and even had the bonus of not being tagged up. It was not long untill they reached the lobby, finding themselves on a second floor, with the exit in clear veiw on the first floor. However there was a major issue. "Freeze asshole, FBI!" you could hear a woman shouting from the first floor. Near the railing you could see a pale man, bald and shirtless, as well as lacking shoes and he slowly walked towards the exit corridor. From the tunnel he came from the three agents were walking after him; their guns pointed. One of the men shouted next "Freeze means stop, don't make us shoot!". The three found themselves looking down on FBI business. Thankfully neither the pale man or the agents were facing the three, so they remained out of sight.

[9:52:28 PM] Anne Brown: Katriel stopped on instinct having heard the words freeze asshole before. She sighed carefully moving away from the two men before looking towards the exit. "Hm I think we're in for..some chop, pity however I was *just* liking this new uniform too!" She said bitterly and sarcastically as she carefully walked to the door. "I can't help but think this ...pale man is...non human. How delightful my first experience with one outside of ...home."

[9:53:40 PM] Volk Kell: Volk felt his hand hand twitch. The word freeze to him meant liquid nitrogen. Deftly his fingers opened his briefcase and pulled out a highly insulated container. "Freezing takes only a matter of seconds with this. Use it if you want to i have more en route to my new home." He handed the man beside him the contianer. "Personally this hurts like hell and i would not recommend freezing as an option."

[9:55:04 PM] That bastard fox: Hans looked around to see if anyone had eye contact with him, or a gun pointed at him. Seeing nobody on this floor doing that, he just continued walking. He knew the last thing anyone wanted to do was even speak to an authority. He looked towards the surgeon and shook his head. He one, had no idea why he was carrying that around and two, why the balls he would give it to someone else.

[10:13:14 PM] Mysterious C: The pale man continued to walk towards the exit, yet suddenly stopped. "This is your last warning!" One of the suits yelled, all directly trained on the man. Soon he turned around, his eyes droopie with thick black splotches between them, his teeth rotted and hardly in his skull. Even his skull was barely there. Soon it spoke "I refuse" it said, in blotchy, barely human speetch. One of the agents fired, the gunshot loud and breaking the silence as a small, bloody hole appeared in the creatures shoulder with no real effect. "The fuck?" one muttered. Soon the creature shreiked, skin rupturing open as it was shed off by the creature that resided within. Four thick, spidery legs detached from the main body, as its two bestial claws made themselves noticed from the monsters hands. "Come and get me" it hissed

[10:16:40 PM] Anne Brown: "...Oh shit." Katriel blinked looking at the men folding her arms over her chest. "This is definitely not good we ...can't really do anything to assist them." She looked at her would be companions. "You crazy man, think you can get a sample and figure out what the *fuck* it is? You...weird german man, I'm willing to bet you have a gun? Maybe we can have the crazy make you a bullet to kill that thing."

[10:19:29 PM] That bastard fox: Hans heard all this, and started as he heard a gunshot. He now knew what the problem was, and he was going to head straight for his shop to get some proper ordinance. He reached inside his jacket, gripping the butt of his gun. He was ready to step in and let loose a few rounds. He knew it would die if it got shot enough. Thing was, this seemed to be the sort of thing that would take quite a bit before dieing.

[10:20:08 PM] Volk Kell: Volk looked to the man beside him. "you going to use that?" He asked, pointing the the container of liquid nitrogen. "If i freeze part of him I can break it off and get a highly damaged tissue sample." His eyes were happily staring at the rotting creature that just took a gunshot and kept standing. "If i'm lucky I can at leat imobilize it so i can see what its still alive." He smiled ear to ear, staring at the rotting creature and watching tis movements carefully.

Finally some details of WoD Online. It seriously worries me that they mentioned the game would be heavily based on masquerade. For one that suggests that the game will be heavily featuring the conflict between the Sabbat and the Camarilla. I find this pretty funny since they also mentioned the game will be heavily based on personal politics, which is more of a Requiem trait.

Which tells me the only reason that the Sabbat will be in there ruining the game is because white wolf is still trying to avoid marketing requiem because there are many (vocal) followers of masquerade still and not many vocal requiem players. The new world is a great system, with very good researched backgrounds and much more enjoyable systems. I can understand how people do not want to part with what was normal but why can't they just do what everybody did with DnD and ignore the new setting but use the new rules?

Seriously, White wolf should stop ignoring their new creation and give it the treatment it deserves.