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Yeah, they didn't really attempt to attack, they just tried to prevent Kyle from walking away.

Well they do seem a bit impersonal and not that motivated to stop you all. We could try negotiating or just make an arrangement where everyone leaves until their shift ends before walking back in.

If diplomacy fails, we can just try forcibly shipping them until they leave out of embarrassment

Quote from: Parisbre56 on June 13, 2013, 04:54:50 pm

Poison... is it about some guys who get poisoned and have to find the antidote before it's too late? Or maybe some kind of assassin? Or an alchemist? Or a poisoned apple? Or a living cloud of poison? Or people living in a post apocalyptic world where everything is poison? Or one of the players poisons the well and the others lynch him, Mafia style? Or a game about poisonous animals? Or a game where fear, doubt and hate poison/have poisoned your soul? Or... Okay, I'll stop guessing now.

Well, it's a bit complex, but I pitched it to a friend as "It's a game about grinding up your kitchen counter, your gold fish and a tin can and then smoking the powder and being whisked off to various nightmare worlds where you then do hits of Acid to summon clouds of homicidal bees. And then you can sell what you find in the nightmare world at the pawn shop in order to pay your rent for the month; assuming the nightmares don't follow you back out."

Sort of a "STALKER" meets "Fear and Loathing." sorta thing with a modular drug making system designed to let you turn anything you want into a drug with varying supernatural effects.

You know, same old same old.

I believe i shall watch that movie now so i know just what you mean

Basically, in PW's Poison system, you grind up random shit, get so high off of the random shit that you enter eldritch dimensions, trip balls in order to perform magic, get stuff from said dimensions and then either keep, sell or grind & snort what you find.

It's basically LSD made out of Perplexicon.

"We were told that such things are the custom of your caste." She says, looking away from you.

Overhearing the conversation, Charles let out a quiet sigh that sounded like the noise that an upset deflating balloon would be expected to make.
"I can assure you that whatever they told you about our customs is highly inaccurate."
Charles quickly glances at his supposed teammates.
"In regards to most of them, at least."
Charles takes a uniform and inspects it.

Yeah I know, it's just rather amusing to consider it from an in-universe perspective