Cream of the Crop 25/Cream of the Crop 25.iso/bbs/hunt103.zip/HUNT.ZIP/HNPCS/HCAVE.NPC

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FILE HCAVE.NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   You suddenly notice the shuffling and drag of feet.  A horribly disfigured
humanoid stumbles into view out of the darkness.  This person is past being
sick or just really hurt.  This person looks dead.  A long while ago,
scientists were attempting to reanimate the dead.  After little success, the
tests were banned.  From the look of this thing, someone hasn't given up yet.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Uhhh...."  Zombies can't talk.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The zombie is strong and remarkably fast.  It scratches and hits and bites
with lethal ferocity.  You try keeping it back but it feels no pain and easily
gets within melee distance.  Eventually, it trips you to the ground, leaps on
top of you, and takes a massive bite out of your throat.  Blood sprays
everywhere and you quickly lose consciousness.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The zombie fights with ferocity, but is no match for your modern weaponry.
You quickly get some terrific hits in and the zombie falls to the ground dead
and instantly unmoving again.  Maybe it can now get it's deserved peace.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Zombie
LEVEL 3
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 50
MEL 30
RAN 7
DEX 55
STA 42
CHA 9
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 32
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   "Die interloper!"  A young man in a rusty-red robe and black cowl steps out
of the darkness beside you.  He's visibly shaking with excitement or cowardice,
but manages to raise a .45 and level it on you.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "I know what you're here for," the young man exclaims.  "You want to destroy
us!  You can't!  Ever!  We're just getting started!  Soon we will control
everything!  Including you exterminators..."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The acolyte is not well experienced in combat, but he knows a few things.
He manages to get you cornered and empties his clip at you.  They don't all
hit, but easily enough to take you out.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The acolyte is so nervous and frightened, his shots aren't even close.
It doesn't take much to get the acolyte in a bad position and just start
pummelling him with a battery of hits.  You think, he really never stood a
chance, as he falls dieing quickly to the ground.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Acolyte
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 21
RAN 35
DEX 38
STA 31
CHA 42
MONEY 3
BOUNTY 39
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .44 Magnum
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Kevlar Vest
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   "Repent sinner..."  A voice behind you makes you spin around.  A man clad
in a long black robe and maroon cowl with copper chains circling his waist
walks with confidence out of the shadows.  As he moves, you can see he's
wearing some kind of fairly heavy armour under his robes.  As you go for your
weapons, he raises a large-barrelled smoking weapon.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "I don't really care what you're here for, exterminator," he says with a
cocky voice.  "I've heard it all before.  You can beg for your life if it
makes you feel better, but it won't do any good."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The flame-thrower has poor distance, but the Adept backs you into a corner
and literally cooks you alive.  There is really nothing you can do but fall to
the ground screaming in pain as he continues torching you.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The adept's flame-thrower is good, but only at really close ranges.  You
easily manage to avoid his, sometimes close, bursts and counter with effective
and lethal hits of your own.  Soon, he's just had too much and falls to the
ground in pain.  You quickly jump on him, finishing his life with a couple of
swift hits.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Adept
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 25
RAN 40
DEX 42
STA 53
CHA 45
MONEY 5
BOUNTY 48
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Flame-Thrower
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Partial Combat
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A beautiful, but evil-looking, woman with long red hair and a black gown
struts out in front of you.  She says nothing, but as she walks towards you,
she pulls out a mace hanging from her waist.  Smiling wickedly, she continues
walking slowly, but surely, towards you.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   Smiling with some inner humor, she takes time to answer you.  "You can not
hope to destroy us, exterminator.  We are legion.  It is only a matter of time
before everyone sees our way.  Let me show you..."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   Her TK-Mace is a devestating weapon in her hands.  She's obviously practiced
a great deal.  She counters your attacks and knocks you senseless with it with
little trouble.  A final hit knocks you reeling to the ground.  Standing above
you, you see her race the mace to finish you off, but never even feel it
finally hit.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   This female adept is strong, and practiced.  If you weren't so experienced,
this fight could have easily gone the other way.  You finally get enough good
hits in to drop her.  She twitches and cries with the pain, so you walk
cautiously over to her and finish things off.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Female Adept
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 33
MEL 57
RAN 25
DEX 40
STA 38
CHA 53
MONEY 6
BOUNTY 43
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT TK-Mace
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Kevlar Vest
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   Before you, a heavy hooded man shouldering a huge axe walks out of one of
the dark tunnels.  He has no shirt, just ugly, evil tatoos covering most of
his hairy chest.  He's quite startled when he notices you, but quickly recovers
his composure.  Grabbing the axe with both hands, he raises it with ease above
his head, ready to start swinging.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Oh good," the hooded man says with dry humor.  "Just in time to try out
my new sharpening.  Okay, don't move..."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   With a devastating smash the torturer sinks his huge axe into your shoulder.
It takes a moment for the pain to hit you, but when it does, it's more than
enough to drop you to the ground, blood falling all around you.  A few more
hits while you're down easily brings you inches from death.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Your last hit drops the torturer to his knees.  He's relatively motionless
for a time as he clutches his neck and head.  Then blood starts to pour out
from under his hood, and he falls back unmoving and dead.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Torturer
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE melee
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 65
MEL 58
RAN 12
DEX 38
STA 57
CHA 24
MONEY 4
BOUNTY 39
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Two-Handed Axe
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   Before you even have a chance to react, a small man dressed in leather
literally walks rights into you.  This man is moving so fast, too fast, and
just wasn't paying too much attention.  He takes a step back, looks you over,
and quicklly sputters out, "AhYoureNotFromHere.  NoGamesThen..."  He reaches
behind his back and pulls a pistol from his belt.  "Okay..."
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   The man talks so fast it's hard to make any sense of him.  "MansGottaMakeA
Living.TheyGotSomeGoodStuffDownHere.TakeALookAround,You'llSeeWhatIMean.NowCome
On,IGotNoProblemWithYa.ImNotStealingFromYou..."  While he says this, he moves
his gun around, aiming all over you, like he can't decide.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The thief is damn fast.  You just can't get a good hit on him.  He's not a
great shot, but he's okay.  Eventually he manages to dump enough rounds into
you to bring you down.  You're bleeding badly and close to death as he jumps
on top of you and rummages through your gear, trying to be careful not to kill
you too quickly, but it does no good.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The thief is fast, but not very good with his gun.  He just doesn't take
the time to aim properly before moving again.  It takes a long time, but you
finally manage to land enough hits to take him down.  He twitches and
occasionally thrashes out, but soon lies quiet.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Speed Thief
LEVEL 4
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE defensive
SEX male
POWERTYPE speed
POWERVAL 0
STR 20
MEL 54
RAN 48
DEX 69
STA 38
CHA 54
MONEY 87
BOUNTY 68
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Dagger
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT 9mm S&W
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Studded Leather
DISTANCE 10
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   You notice, luckily, at the last moment as the glinting steel of a sword
flashes out of the darkness at your head.  Narrowly avoiding it, you step back
and draw your weapons as a huge armoured man steps from the shadows.  This
large moustached man has black hair and has covered his face in black paint.
He wears dark black combat armour and carries a great two-handed sword.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   You start talking but quickly stop as he takes a small swing at you.  You
easily avoid it, but stumble back over a body as he expected.  His next swing
was supposed to be the real one, but luckily you manage to role out of the
way and onto your feet again.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The Dark Guard is really good.  You manage to avoid some of his slashes,
but not all of them.  He continuously tricks you into falling into some plan
of his.  With your last mistake, you get his sword thrust through your chest
and exiting the back.  The pain is unbelievable and pass out, close to death,
before he even kicks you off his sword.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The Dark Guard is good, but you're better.  He dodges all kinds of your
attacks, but finally falls for a few good hits.  On the ground, you put one
of your feet on the middle of his chest plate, crouch down, and finish him
with a few point-blank hits.  When you step off, he's just a bloody mess.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Dark Guard
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 53
MEL 72
RAN 48
DEX 43
STA 47
CHA 32
MONEY 3
BOUNTY 38
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT TwoHanded Sword
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Full Combat
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC