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FILE HBRAVO.NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A voice behind you makes you spin around. "Time to pay rent!" A street-
gang member stands before you and pulls out a .44 Magnum. "The Diablos run
this building. You pay us or we kill ya..." He seems quite serious and looks
a little high on something.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"What's there to talk about? You think you deserve a free ride like the
Birdman or something? I don't think so..." He cocks the magnum and points it
at your face.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The gang member crouches down next to your dieing body. "All you had to do
was pay, bendeco... Some jus' haveta learn the hardway." He watches you for
a few more seconds until cold darkness claims you.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Some great hits from you bring the gang member guy down. You walk up to
him as he dies, and he coughs out a few words. "The Diablos'll get ya..."
He coughs up some more blood and finally dies.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Diablos Member
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 35
RAN 40
DEX 35
STA 43
CHA 32
MONEY 38
BOUNTY 54
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .44 Magnum
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A drunk fat lady stumbles out from around a corner and takes another swig
from a bottle she's carrying. She lets out a sigh and suddenly notices you.
A snarl crosses her face and she smashes the bottom off the bottle and turns
it on you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Die, scum! DIE!" She stops for a second, looking around a bit stunned,
then lets out a loud belch.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The drunk-lady tears out your throat with broken bottle and you drop
to the ground. She stumbles over to you, dropping the bottle on the way.
"BURP!", she lets out another huge belch and stomps down hard
on your cut and bleeding throat. You choak for a few more moments, then
darkness falls and you feel at peace.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The drunk lady finally collapses from all her wounds, landing right on her
broken bottle, further expediting her death. She squirms and cries out with
pain, then death comes to claims her.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Drunk Lady
LEVEL 2
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 30
RAN 15
DEX 25
STA 35
CHA 5
MONEY 17
BOUNTY 32
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Broken Bottle
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Sweater
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
From the shadows, a short but stocky man steps out with two .44 Magnums
aimed at you. "Greetings exterminator," he says in a confident voice,
"Please raise your hands. Slowly. I'll be you're robbing you today. That is
unless you have some kind of problem with it. In that case, I'll be killing
you."
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Ah! Idle chit-chat from my exterminating friend. Hm. I'd be
watching my mouth though. My trigger fingers are more than a little twitchy
today."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
You finally collapse from your huge number of bullet wounds. The thief
keeps firing though, as he walks towards your dieing body. Finally, he runs
out of rounds and he watches you die as he reloads.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
"Damn bastard! See you in hell..." the thief says with his cracked and
dieing voice. Looks of pain crack his face again and again as death comes
for him. But he doesn't cry out. He just takes the pain and dies.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Confident Thief
LEVEL 4
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 30
RAN 45
DEX 40
STA 38
CHA 43
MONEY 58
BOUNTY 63
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .44 Magnum
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT .44 Magnum
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
"Exterminator!" A woman's voice behind you takes you by surprise
a bit. You turn around to face an angry lady wearing some armour and carrying
a glowing knife. "I know what you've done! Time to pay!" She's not bad
looking but the look in her eyes tells you she's not quite all there.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"I've been watching you for days. And as a representative of 'Woman's
Sweep and Clean', a self-run group trying to rebuild the city, I find you
guilty and sentence you to death. Hold still."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
"You were supposed to be here to help. Not kill defenseless citizens.
You deserve a slower death, but here on the street, this'll more than do."
She plunges the laser knife under your chin, killing you instantly.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
"We are supposed to be on the same side! Don't worry, you're guilty,
it's just a matter of time for sentencing..." She's a bit out-there,
but it really sounds like she thought she was doing some good. But she dies,
cold and alone, in the street of this damned city.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Female Cleaner
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE handtohand
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 35
RAN 28
DEX 43
STA 31
CHA 34
MONEY 11
BOUNTY 13
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Laser Dagger
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Partial Combat
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You hear some giggling. When you look over into the shadows, you see a
little geeky-looking man dressed in ripped and dirty clothing pointing
some kind of strange looking large calibre weapon at you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
He tries to respond to you but can't keep from giggling for a few moments.
Finally he talks and he's all serious. "Jus' found dis 'ere gun. Wanna see
what it does?"
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Finally the damage is too much for you. The little geeky man walks up and
kicks you, still giggling fiercely. After listening to the horrible laugh for
a few more moments, the torture ends and the darkness finally claims you.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
You hit the little geeky guy back into the shadows where he hits the wall
and collapses into a lifeless heap. Not making another move.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Dirty Little Geek
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE range
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 28
MEL 31
RAN 38
DEX 43
STA 28
CHA 20
MONEY 64
BOUNTY 47
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Gyrojet Pistol
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Sweater
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC