Guild Hall — GM
Sometimes you just want to blow stuff Up
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Less lethal, more lethal, or just right?
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Should You Try To Reign In Your Player's Actions?
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It was a dark and eerie night in dark ages era Europe. Almaric, the vampire, surveyed the town. He needed to feed and was tired of slinking around, hiding his identity. After all, he was more powerful than ten of these mortals combined. Confident, he marched up to a peasant's home and kicked in the door. Walking right in and grabbing the woman, he proceeded to feed while the rest of the family fled in terror. His thirst satisfied, Almaric then left the hovel and saw a crowd of angry townfolk, wielding pitchforks and torches. Though amazed at how quickly...
House Rules
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The Wookie stood on the edge of the road, discussing his next destination with the crew of the transport. The crew seemed unwilling to haggle on the price of transportation, even with a large and angry Wookie. As the haggling grew more heated, a speeder bike pulled up. A familiar looking Rodian sneered as he lifted up his blast pistol. "You made me look like a fool", he shouted before firing a round into the Wookie's chest from point blank range. Amazingly, the Wookie was unscathed from the blast, and took his own blaster out of its holster and fired...
Getting Bogged Down
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It had been a rough day for the group. The quartet of former white collar employees had watched from the rooftops as their city was consumed by chaos. Bloody faced, violent zombie-like people were roaming the streets, attacking and feasting on their fellow humans. At first the shock had kept them on the 15th floor of the now deserted office building, searching for answers via the internet. However, as time went on, inertia crept in. The companions argued incessantly about their next move. Scouting missions, just to go to the ground floor and back required hours of planning. A whole...