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[Greenstarfanatic]

That doesn't matter. Or, if it REALLY matters to you, you have the same weapons from the Arena match.

[Xantalos]

That doesn't matter. Or, if it REALLY matters to you, you have the same weapons from the Arena match.

Nuke.

[Greenstarfanatic]

...How about viable common weapons from L4D, hmm? I'm trying to prove a point here.

[Xantalos]

Not sure what point you're trying to prove. So eh.

[GreatWyrmGold]

...
You do know why I'm asking you this question, right?

Not really.

The Weapons DO NOT MATTER

Your Allies ARE AT ANY HEATH YOU WANT.

The Situation IS A PARKING LOT. You are NOWHERE NEAR THE SAFEHOUSE. The Spitter is TO YOUR RIGHT. The Regulars are TO YOU BOTTOM LEFT. The Tank is CHARGING AT YOU FROM THE FRONT. There are NO ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARDS. There is NO COVER.

What would you do? WHO would you shoot first?

Can I retreat from the tank? Because that's my first priority. If I can, I do so while shooting the spitter; if not, tank, then reevaluate situation. Assuming, of course, that the Regulars are farish as you imply.
Assuming sufficient ammo to kill all the zombies I expect to come across.

I fail to see the connection, however. That's due to A. who can hurt me? and B. Who will kill me in one hit? No one kills in one hit, and if the Spitter and the Tank had approximately equal damage outputs I would go for whichever had less health (presumably the Spitted).

[Greenstarfanatic]

A bit back, you said that it would be stupid to go for the guy who's harder to hit/kill than the ones making threats to kill you.

I gave the L4D analogy.

The whole thing is, the Tank is the hardest to kill, but is the biggest threat. Would you focus your fire on it, or on the other zombies that don't do even close to that amount of damage? I believe that most people would go for the Tank. Would you?

That, and OH MY GOD YOU ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS. JUST GO WITH IT. GAH.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Exactly--the biggest threat. The tank charging or the spitter spitting, not the witch sitting in a corner way over there.

[TCM]

Question, can I join in too even though I have some idea of what to expect? Well I'm not planning to since I just wanna watch this time, but I'm just wondering.

Of course.

Name:Hunter
Gender:Male
Age:25
Race: Human
Starting Weapon:Bow and arrows
Ability: Ambush, +1 vs target, -1 to other(E.G. the one I'm attacking, I get +1 attacking on attack and defense, but that round non-targets get an attack and defense to me having a -1)
Appearance:Brown hair and eyes, fur outfit
Brief Biography:
Hit Points: 20/20

Accepted.


Also, why is the points system debated? It's not about points, or even winning and losing. It's about the thrill. Thrill of the hunt. To live. To breath. To know what it is to be alive. To be in a hostile environment with those out for you, and you out for them. Gripping onto your only hopes of survival in a steel weapon, clenched tightly in your palm, whether it be a blade or firearm. To live in that jungle of concrete, where the crack and hoes flow like a miasma through the street corners into the project. The stench filling you nostril, your hands grasping at your jacket to hold onto the ability to feel for as long as you can, not knowing when a breath will be your last. The blood oozing down from the back of his skull, painting the grass crimson-green. To see your friend beaten to a pulp and tied to a tree, a shotgun barrel shoved so far into his mouth that all his teeth break.  And then the Klan pulled the trigger. You know you could not live to see another day, but it doesn't matter. Even with the end of your life, you were just a drop of history in a pool of infinite data that no one will bother to drink from, much less sail across, your story doomed to drift endlessly across the chasms and contours of the abyss. That's it. Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye, because you never know when you gonna go.   

[Greenstarfanatic]

Question, can I join in too even though I have some idea of what to expect? Well I'm not planning to since I just wanna watch this time, but I'm just wondering.

Of course.

Name:Hunter
Gender:Male
Age:25
Race: Human
Starting Weapon:Bow and arrows
Ability: Ambush, +1 vs target, -1 to other(E.G. the one I'm attacking, I get +1 attacking on attack and defense, but that round non-targets get an attack and defense to me having a -1)
Appearance:Brown hair and eyes, fur outfit
Brief Biography:
Hit Points: 20/20

Accepted.


Also, why is the points system debated? It's not about points, or even winning and losing. It's about the thrill. Thrill of the hunt. To live. To breath. To know what it is to be alive. To be in a hostile environment with those out for you, and you out for them. Gripping onto your only hopes of survival in a steel weapon, clenched tightly in your palm, whether it be a blade or firearm. To live in that jungle of concrete, where the crack and hoes flow like a miasma through the street corners into the project. The stench filling you nostril, your hands grasping at your jacket to hold onto the ability to feel for as long as you can, not knowing when a breath will be your last. The blood oozing down from the back of his skull, painting the grass crimson-green. To see your friend beaten to a pulp and tied to a tree, a shotgun barrel shoved so far into his mouth that all his teeth break.  And then the Klan pulled the trigger. You know you could not live to see another day, but it doesn't matter. Even with the end of your life, you were just a drop of history in a pool of infinite data that no one will bother to drink from, much less sail across, your story doomed to drift endlessly across the chasms and contours of the abyss. That's it. Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye, because you never know when you gonna go.   

I hink that overrules both of our arguments. Why have you not started writing poetry in your free time?

[Xanmyral]

... Gripping onto your only hopes of survival in a steel weapon, clenched tightly in your palm, whether it be a blade or firearm...

Hey now, don't be dissing the hammer. Its covered wars you know!

[scapheap]

Greenstarfanatic, you analog is wrong, superblast was not a tank, he was a normal zombie decked in armour, I was the boomer and GWG was the spitter thus we went for the more dangerous foe, but the zombie got a tiny hit in after the fight.

[GreatWyrmGold]

TCM: Two things.

1. Why shouldn't the points allow the one who follows your stated goals best to win?
2. You mentioned rules changes a while ago, before I started with my suggestion; what rules changes did you decide on?

[TCM]

TCM: Two things.

1. Why shouldn't the points allow the one who follows your stated goals best to win?
2. You mentioned rules changes a while ago, before I started with my suggestion; what rules changes did you decide on?

1. Because dead people can't win. The arena isn't going to give a billion dollars to a dead person.
2. More events & NPCs and stuff.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Spoiler: Chell Lionmane (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female
Age: 3? (To clarify, that is thirty-something, not possibly-three.)
Race: Human
Weapon: Shield
Ability: Shaky Grasp (-2 to ranged attacks), Slow (-1 to rolls for running, chasing, etc), Tough Skin (-1 damage from attacks)

Appearance: Chell is somewhat short, with callused skin and two fingers missing from her right hand. She also has an eyepatch over her lack of a left eye and a shaved head, on which rests a leather helmlike thing (not quite a helm, it reveals the face). She wears some armor, which along with tough skin and her pain-ignoring training makes her less resistant to damage. She walks with a limp.
Bio: Chell has seen a few too many battles. It started when her twin brother was called off to war against her father's wishes; Chell was disguised as he well enough to fool those who hadn't seen him and went to battle. Over the years she gained alongside her wounds both a healthy respect for and distaste of battle. Finally, she came to this, hoping that this might be the last fight she had to fight.
HP: 20/20

This fine?

[TCM]

Spoiler: Chell Lionmane (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female
Age: 3? (To clarify, that is thirty-something, not possibly-three.)
Race: Human
Weapon: Shield
Ability: Shaky Grasp (-2 to ranged attacks), Slow (-1 to rolls for running, chasing, etc), Tough Skin (-1 damage from attacks)

Appearance: Chell is somewhat short, with callused skin and two fingers missing from her right hand. She also has an eyepatch over her lack of a left eye and a shaved head, on which rests a leather helmlike thing (not quite a helm, it reveals the face). She wears some armor, which along with tough skin and her pain-ignoring training makes her less resistant to damage. She walks with a limp.
Bio: Chell has seen a few too many battles. It started when her twin brother was called off to war against her father's wishes; Chell was disguised as he well enough to fool those who hadn't seen him and went to battle. Over the years she gained alongside her wounds both a healthy respect for and distaste of battle. Finally, she came to this, hoping that this might be the last fight she had to fight.
HP: 20/20

This fine?

Yeah, okay.