You're not supposed to fight Tsubohachi when you come across him harassing the girl at the start of Way of the Samurai.

>>10058820

... wut

>>10058820
I fought Tsubohachi and made it into the Kurou Family anyway.

holy shit, OP pic looks like General Grievous crossed with a pedo tentacle monster.

"Oh, Bloody hell. Fucking robots" *Jetpack out of robograsp, go to different pub*

>>10058793

"I say, chap, stop hassling the Lady."

My words hung in the air, as the Reclaimer *turned*, and I felt a cold chill of fear crackle up my spine; Those who'd received the puritens lobotomy, the twisted failures of the Great War, sought to slow the progressive failure of their organic forms...Through *harvest*.

My Tesla pistol hummed with cising arcs of power, as I levelled it, in an unshaking hand, the smog of London thick, choking; The girl shrank back into a huddled ball, as that grosteque death-mask *hissed*, raising a scalpel-fingered arm to threaten me-

I pulled the trigger, and chained light- A horizontal, powerful *stroke* of it- arced. It struck the Reclaimer full-on, a ravening bolt of light, spasming discharge hurling it across the alleys, limbs twitching as it died.

I lowered the pistol, ozone-tainted smoke coiling from the barrel, and tipped my fedora to the girl. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" I quipped, with a smile...Even as I heard the clatter of the flatfoots behind me.

Then it was time to run.

>>10058954

TESLA PISTOL.

"Well, first I was gonna pop this guy hanging from the street light, and I realized, y'know, he's just working out. I mean, how would I feel if somebody come runnin' in the gym and bust me in my ass while I'm on the treadmill? Then I saw this snarling beast guy, and I noticed he had a tissue in his hand, and I'm realizing, y'know, he's not snarling, he's sneezing. Y'know, ain't no real threat there. Then I saw little Tiffany. I'm thinking, y'know, eight-year-old white girl, middle of the ghetto, bunch of monsters, this time of night with quantum physics books? She about to start some shit, Zed. She's about eight years old, those books are WAY too advanced for her. If you ask me, I'd say she's up to something. And to be honest, I'd appreciate it if you eased up off my back about it. "

>>10058995

You're right. A Japanese schoolgirl, unprotected from the choking smog? Odd, and unsettling. But I dislike cyborg monsters anyway, so I blast it. Besides, it's easier to *explain* than shooting the girl. Hell, killing something like that is a public service, and I don't need more shit on my rap sheet.

I summon my Persona.

>>10059046
>I am Thou and thou art I

What persona do you summon?

>>10059063

Apollo.

>>10058954

>My Tesla pistol hummed with cising arcs of power,

>Then it was time to run.

FUCKING APPROVED

say
"Hey tall dark and slimy!" just to sound badass until i realize i have no idea what to do from there.

>>10059089
>imokaywiththis.jpg

>>10058954

Hardo-boiled. Boss Narumi tips his hat.

"Morrow's beard, I'm too drunk for this..."

I struggle to focus on the machine wraith through the ale haze clouding my eyes. Memory serves me where muscles fail - my magelock's in my hand almost before I think to reach for it. The rune-bullet squeals almost as loud as the wraith, tearing it apart before it gets a chance to phase out. It lies squeaking in the gutter, blood and oil oozing like molasses from split conduits.

I lean heavily against the wall, rain pouring from the gaps in my tricorn. The girl runs. Why in Urcaen was a machine wraith interested in her? And how did it get into Corvis?

I pull out my rank badge and try my level best to straighten up. Time to stop playing with the local constables. I've a job for them to do.

So there I am, looking at this huge ass Scrounger getting ready to fuck the shit out of this girl, when suddenly she grabs her necklace and shouts "LOVE POWERS TRANSFORM!"

And the bitch is spinning around in a rainbow and her outfit is turning into pink frills and shit and the Scrounger is just staring at her; and I swear to god if ever a Scounger had a facial expression, this one had it. Or more like its constant blank stare finally matched what it was actually feeling.

I ended up getting in through the restroom window, since those chuckle-fucks were blocking the way to the door. I fucking hate this town, Phil. I cannot tell you how much I fucking HATE this town.

>>10058971

WITNESS.

>>10059216

uh, let's try that again.

>>10059063

THIS MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT HERE.

>>10059178

>The rune-bullet squeals almost as loud as the wraith, tearing it apart before it gets a chance to phase out. It lies squeaking in the gutter, blood and oil oozing like molasses from split conduits.

Aw hell yeah. Are there any settings that match this mix of machine and supernatural, with the 1920s cyber-punkish shit in it also?

>>10059253

Unhallowed Metropolis, though there isn't quite as much magic. Possibly Arcanum.

Steampunk is awesome.

>>10059152

>until i realize i have no idea what to do from there.

AND THEN THE SCHOOLGIRL DRAWS HER TAURUS RAGING BULL

>>10059253
There's always the Iron Kingdoms. It's the setting I was using for the writefaggotry. Same setting that's used for the Warmachine game.

Magic, steam tech, gun mages, lots of good military stuff, did I mention gun mages?

>>10059235
So it's a lightning revolver? That sounds unnecessarily awesome.

>>10059261

>Steampunk is awesome.

Isn't it just? It'd be nice to dive into any of the ten gazillion other games out there, but my group is too lazy to be arsed to learn anything besides d20.

>>10059297

>did I mention gun mages

AW HELL YEAH. Does it have any splatbooks I might want to go along with it? I think I need this game. What die system does it use?

>>10059301

>So it's a lightning revolver? That sounds unnecessarily awesome.

Yeah. I imagine it functions much like Cap'n Nemo's underwater rifles- it actually fires a small glass capacitor that's charged right before firing, to zap the shit out of the target.

Or even more imposing, it's an actual boolit, but with a miniature capacitor coil inside, so it combines SHOOTY with SHOCKY.

OOOOR the bullet has something in it that forms a plasma channel behind it as it travels, allowing for capacitors in the gun to fire an electric shock behind the bullet- a combination revolver and electro-taser.

Fuck yeah.

I pull the robot-lookin things skirt up and start playing with it's diodes and switches.

I tell the girl to scram and give us some privacy.

>>10059321
It's d20-based, though I think there was talk of a unique system. Didn't get details on that.

Good place to start would be Iron Kingdoms: Character Guide and Iron Kingdoms: World Guide. Those'll get you squared away on the basic mechanics and setting. The Liber Mechanika's good if you want to play around with steamjacks (big fuckoff steam robots) and such, and you can't go wrong with a copy of Monsternomicon (volumes 1 or 2). There's also the setting book Five Fingers: Port of Deceit, and the Witchfire Trilogy campaign books.

If all this fails to statisfy, there's lots of fluff and a damned good miniatures game to be found in the Warmachine books. They're on the second edition now, but if you can find disocunted first edition stuff then go for it. As I said, lots of delicious fluff.

>>10059396

given that this is /tg/ I'm surprised this wasn't the first response.

>>10059421

Excellent. I'll snag the core PDFs and look them over- just to see what it's all about, natch. I just can't run games from PDFs, I need the actual books on hand.

>>10059363
I was thinking bullets that explode into shrapnel and lightning when they hit something at a certain speed.

>>10059306
It's your job to bring it to them. Everyone becomes a better gamer as a result. Personally I hate steampunk, but I'm all for expanding roleplaying horizons.

>>10059471

Electrical-based explosives? An intriguing idea...

>>10059485

My problem is primarily that they're mostly morons, and the group is too large as is- 8 or 9 show up sometimes. Friends of friends. it takes all night to get one or two fights resolved properly.

the thought of what would happen if I was trying to show them how to convert to GURPS... oh god.

"Oh, there you are, Ambassador, I've been looking everywhere for you."

The horrible mechanical abomination turns its 'face' towards me and utters a series of blasphemous clicks and hisses.

"Yes, I can see you're busy, but the treaty signing is this evening, and you wouldn't want the War to keep up another year on the account of your little fun, now would you?"

The creature makes a dreadful sound vaguely approximating a sigh, and turns back to the young woman, wrapping its tentacles further up her leg. I tip my hat to the terrified girl and start walking back out of the alleyway, pausing halfway and shouting back over my shoulder;

"And do take care not to leave any finger.. er... tentacleprints behind. Ever since that business with The Ripper last year, they've been taking this sort of thing entirely too seriously."

>>10059555

... now that is one. cold. motherfucker.

Over here child. Down this alley. Would you like a piece of toffee? There. Tastes good, doesn't it? I make it myself. Now let me get a look at you. Yes. Yes, yes. You'll do. You'll do just fine. Now hush child. Be calm. I just need something from you. Shhh, shhhhh.... Be quiet, please. I don't want to have to sever your vocal cords. I just need a small portion of your soul. You wont even know its... Oh, now look what you made me do. I didn't want to do this. I hope you know that! Look at me! Look me in my eye when I'm speaking. I just needed as small bit, just enough to get me through the weak. I didn't want to kill you...

A tech priest comes in and saves the day! He then proceeds to indoctrinate the girl and gives her bionics..

"Please tell me you have more than 1 tentacle."

>>10059666
My terrible write faggotry aside, this idea is really starting to grow on me. Some type of technomagic robots that need to steal a persons soul in order to remain actually sentient. If they can't complete the ritual and siphon some out of a person then they go back to just being another robot. Depending on the type of soul used you could even have extremely feral robots, if they used a bit from a rat or a cat to tide them over.

A game consisting of victorian robot hunters on the streets of london sounds really tight. I think it might also work well in shadowrun.

>>10059725
that sounds fucking awesome

I'd use nWoD or BRP myself though

>>10059725

let's not forget GIANT STALKER ROBOTS WHO WANT TO EAT YOUR SOUL.

they should move with uncommon and terrifying stealth.

Any normal bot showing budding signs of intellect will get BLAM'ED.

>>10059742
BRP? wuzzat? Personally I'd probably use a modified Dogs in the Vineyard, but thats because I've been getting wet over that game.

>>10059779
it is the system used in chaosium CoC

>>10059779

Dogs in the... what?

>>10059773
Well, yeah. Thats kind of the idea I was going for. Bas Lag would be a perfect setting for this, incidentally. Since I was thinking of a DitV bastardization, you could have the various races be qualities. Oooooh, you could even be a sweet ass Remade!

>>10059823
You should look it up on /rs/ and them buy it. It an indie RPG where the PC's play paladin cowboys defending the mormon faith. Its really great for story telling, one of the first free-form RPGs I've actually looked into, so I'm rather excited about it.

GODDAMN TRANSHUMANIST MORMONS.

I think you may need this...

>>10059904
If you don't want to upgrade, thats your fucking problem. We don't go knocking on your door, begging you to. It is far more amusing to laugh at you while pointing with our metallic fingers.

im generic guy number 40037 and i shoop da woop

>>10059884

>where the PC's play paladin cowboys defending the mormon faith

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

MAIN VILLAIN IS LASSITER

In my early years I pursued the nearly forgotten arcane arts. I would have stayed on that path if it was not for some...inconveniences. Suffice to say I ended up working in a factory as most in our steam and gear driven society.

It was getting late, not as if one could tell behind the black clouds the factories spewed, and I was on my way back from a night out drinking. There in the ally off to the side of the apartments I was heading I came across an odd scene.

As I approached the apartments I heard a shuffling and looked over my shoulder into the ally to see a girl being approached by an odd entity to say the least. I seemed to not be able to take my eye's off of the scene, worse off I noticed how I seemed to be walking towards it.

Scarily enough, these types of scenes happen here all the time so nobody pays them heed or givens them any worry over it. Myself included, that is until now. My damned misfortune seems never to leave me be.

(Uggh, this is taking more effort than I wish to use. Should I continue?)

Seeing as I don't go crawling through alleys on my own, I have at least a half dozen of my best mates with me.

It would go something like this:

"Well lads, tonight, we earn our drinks."

And then we proceed to crump the robot good. Because we are actually the gestapo of this city. Note the gas masks.

>>10059956
Lol EMP.

>>10059823
yeah man, go for it

>>10059904
what, how did we get on that?

>>10060003

>Seeing as I don't go crawling through alleys on my own, I have at least a half dozen of my best mates with me.

Best answer yet.

"You find the strangest things wandering around this town." said I, tipping up the brim of my hat to get a better look at the scene before me. I went on, naturally. Never quite knew when to stop talking.

"I must admit that mechanical tentacle beasts aren't generally my forte, so I hope you don't mind terribly if I call in a bit of assistance." I then leaned against the alley wall, and it awoke. Or, more precisely, a large, cartoonish face appeared upon it, along with a mustache for reasons that I will not even bother to conjecture too, and it began to speak.

"What's all this then?" it asked, it's voice thick and astonishingly British. Again, I have long since passed the part of my life where I ask too many questions about things. The world is weird, and why the devil would anyone deny it's weirdness is beyond me.

"Oh Mr. Wall," I began, with the attacker more then a little taken aback by the sentient giant cement wall that had just become alot less still. "There's this little monster here, and I'm not sure what to do with him. Have any suggestions?"

>>10060299
"Mind if I eat it? The little morsel looks delicious." said the wall.

"I have no objections." said I with a shrug.

And so the wall lashed out with it's great tongue at the utterly bewildered tentacle monster, and slurped it into it's mouth. The final few strands were sucked through the walls puckered lips like noodles. Also, it was at about this point that the girl fainted. Being attacked my a tentacle monster was one thing, but having an inanimate object become animate and British, and then eat the thing that had attacked her right before her eyes, was simply more then her little mind could stand. The wall glanced over at me.

"You're not going to leave that here, are ya chap?" it said, it's mouth full of half-chewed monster.

"No, no. I'll take care of it." And with that, I picked the girl up and headed off to Somewhere. The wall enjoyed his meal for a bit longer, swallowed it down, and then returned once more to being a wall.

>>10060299
This is either terrible, or the makings for an amazing setting, and I don't know which.

>>10060314
>>10060299

You, sir, have a deliciously twisted mind.

>>10060299
>>10060314

... fuck you.

CAN'T SLEEP WALL WILL EAT ME CAN'T SLEEP WALL WILL EAT ME CAN'T SLEEP WALL WILL EAT ME CAN'T SLEEP WALL WILL EAT ME

>>10060314
>>10060299
Your writing disturbs me... And intrigues me.

I like it.

For the briefest of moments, I find myself taking pause, my eyes wide in shock over the vision before me. The "good" Doctor has been up to his old tricks again. And of course one of his Monstrosities would find a young thing in a place like this. Before I'm even fully aware of my own actions, my trusty Number One is in my hand and I am charging, not fully expecting my wild shots to do much good.

My suspicions are correct in that they only seem to damage the patchwork cover the Creation wears, but it does distract the Creature, should you choose to call it such, towards me and not the girl. Ducking Its lashing spindle of an arm, I quickly grab the girl without pause; even now, I am aware of the smell of Ozone in the air, it's own brand of fiery death. With great haste I build what little distance I may between the Daemonic Golem before falling to the ground, covering the two of us as best I may.

My fears were not unfounded, either. A wave of heat accompanies the crackling discharge, one which clings to my back. The Elixers I had so long ago imbibed into my cloak, I fear, have saved me for the last time. A pity; I had become most fond of it.

There was no time for remorse, however. I was woefully under armed to deal with Doctor Mobius's heinous works, so I had to work fast, and make a great sacrifice to save this child. Reholstering Number One, all six of its shots spent, I removed the charred and charged remains of my cloak, tossing it at the Creation's so-called head. As predicted, the process of discharge made the Daemonic Golem charged one way, and my cloak the other -- the two were attracted to each other, to give myself time to work.

>>10060495
Releasing straps, I removed my trustworthy Von Bremen Device from my back. I dared not turn around as I worked, though the sounds of the creature freeing itself from my cloak tempted me so. Fortunately for me, I was blissfully granted more time. For the first time that I had ever known, the Constable's men had arrived at just the right moment. I felt it only proper to shift myself to block the poor darling's view from the carnage occurring behind me.

Finally, I found the two key cornerstones of my Wondrous Device. The Aeonic Transference Core, and connected to it, the Relay Coolant System. Oh, how I loathed to remove these -- they both were the direct results of the years of research put forth by my own mentor, Dr. Richmond, may God rest his soul. Still, once roused to wanton abandon in its bloodlust, such a fusion of Daemon, Creature, and Contraption would not be put down easily.

As an afterthought, I removed my undercoat to put over the girl's head, to shield her eyes.

As I turned, I wished that I had done the same. It was just finishing with the last of the Bobbies. I made a mental note -- all of the proceeds of my next heist would go to the families of these brave souls. For now, the best way to honor their sacrifice would be to finish their misguided work.

The Relay Coolant Device lept from my hand, and not a moment too soon. It's many eyes had turned on me. Fortunately, It was woefully unprepared for what flew for It, and attempted to destroy my precious Device with a swat of its hand. That is exactly what happened as well. Within moments, it was covered with a thick solution which froze in the air, locking it in place.

>>10060510


I knew that I had little time, less than ever. I placed the Aeonic Transference Core at its feet, sparing only the time to speak a few short words. "From the Ether you came, foul creature, to the Ether you return." With that, I collected the remains of my Von Bremen Device as well as the girl, sprinting for safety.

As the blast tore through the alley, destroying even the evidence of my own presence thanks to the Creature's temporary rift in this Realm, I smiled down at the girl. Though great sacrifices had been made this eve, an innocent had been saved.

>>10060331
I have to admit that I'm a bit rusty. Haven't been writefagging in months, and even then the writefaggery in question was comic book scripts and lord knows they don't exactly have a high bar of entry.

Anyway, this little notion is based entirely around the main character, who is effectively what happens when you ask Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett to write a story together, only for both of them to get drunk midway through the planning stages, get into a drunken brawl, and decide to travel to Iceland and leave the rest of the story's writing up to a housecat named Checkers who thinks that a typewriter is interesting because it makes this wonderful clicking noise.

>>10060299
>>10060314
see, arn't you glad you finished?

>>10060548

>and leave the rest of the story's writing up to a housecat named Checkers who thinks that a typewriter is interesting because it makes this wonderful clicking noise.

I LOL'ed heartily. A good writefag you are, sir.

>>10060495
>>10060510
>>10060519

A bit wordy, but I like this noble thief character, with all these accouterments that hint at his past friends and acquaintances. Makes me wonder how a man who's mentor was a great researcher ended up as a second-story man; and one willing to make great sacrifices for a stranger, no less.

Work at the factory has been really stressful lately. A large order for came in and everybody's been busting gears to beat the deadline. I had to fit myself with tentacle-type manipulators to even have chance of making the quota.

Word around the oil dispenser was McGinty's just had some new drinks shipped in and I was hurrying through the alleys before the Lifter boys drank all the good stuff. That was when I ran into a little girl wandering around looking lost. At first I thought it was just another one of those rich cunts tripping balls, since who else can afford to have a body custom made? And one look at her and you could immediately see that a body like that would be been useless for anything other than aeshetics. But I thought fuck it, maybe I could guide this lost soul back and there'd a reward. Maybe finally get those arm hydraulics upgrades I've been eyeing.

So I called out "Hey! You lost or something?" She wheeled around, and then I saw that her face was frozen in terror. I slithered closer. "I'm not gonna bite, where you from?" I gently grabbed her chin, looking for the manufacturer tag usually located within the mouth cavity. That's when I noticed that something was horribly wrong. The girl didn't have silicone skin, and her eyes didn't have any lenses inside. I was looking at a real live human, and none of those have been topside for 200 years.

>>10060711
Actually, I was going for wordy on purpose. Steampunk has always struck me as it should be unnecessarily wordy, with strange capitalization and the like. Thank you for the rest, though! You hit everything that I was aiming for right on the head.

>>10060898

>Actually, I was going for wordy on purpose. Steampunk has always struck me as it should be unnecessarily wordy, with strange capitalization and the like. Thank you for the rest, though! You hit everything that I was aiming for right on the head.

Well, shit, in that case you did a good job. I didn't miss the proper victorian diction, nor the deliciously appropriate names for the steampunky gadgets.

>>10060878

NO JOHN, YOU ARE THE ABBERATION.

+1 for extreme originality.

>>10060958
I spent, like, five minutes going "Uhhhhh, Von something Device. Yeah, Von something Devices sound steampunky! Von... Uhhh, shit."

I tried to mix in as much occult as I could, it somehow seemed appropriate, but I mainly write character-driven sci-fi, so... yeah. I'm glad you enjoyed, though! You've officially made it worthwhile for me.

>>10061088

I think there's, like, ten different technobabble terms you can mix and match to make for awesome sounding steampunk tech names.

We should make a chart.

>>10061808
PLEASE!

>>10061808
>>10061816
A chart already exists, I'll see if I can find it.

>>10063936
Nevermind, I was thinking of the chart already posted by
>>10059939

Begin audio log.

Checking the time on the old Falchion & West clock in my pocket, I realised this wasn't really any of my concern. As of half an hour ago, I was just another citizen, with all the rights and responsibilities that involved. Sometimes, though, it's a matter of principle to get involved. If the State has gone to all the trouble of training a man, does it not behoove him to put it to good use?

I approached the two people in the alley-way, who were engaged in some kind of altercation. The dame looked terrified. Perhaps, I think, she might have mouthed the words "HELP ME" as I slid between the far wall and the rear of the robot. I made great care not to alert the machine to my presence as I made my way to the overflowing receptacle.

For the record, I took the black sacks from the overflowing receptacle, and placed them in the designated refuse area nearby McGinty's bar.