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FILE HEASY.NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You hear a voice from behind you and spin around to see who tempts fate.
"Toll time... This is Rat Gang turf." A scrawny street punk steps out from
the shadows and, with a practiced hand, flicks open a shining switch-blade.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Shut da fuck up. You ain't Rat Gang. That makes you rat food."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Street Punk let's out a squeaky laugh as you drop to your knees.
"Heh-hee! Snagged me a'xterminator!" He runs up and kicks you in the head
with all his scrawny might, breaking your jaw and smashing out a good many
teeth. His grinning mug is the last thing you see before the blackness of
death claims your vision.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Street Punk falls forward with a thud. You notice a rat run out from
somewhere inside his jacket and scurry into the shadows.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Rat Gang Punk
LEVEL 1
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 20
MEL 25
RAN 20
DEX 28
STA 20
CHA 15
MONEY 14
BOUNTY 20
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Switch Blade
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
From around a corner, a freaky-looking guy walks into view. His clothes
are in rags and his hair is standing nearly straight up. It looks like he's
tried to dye it red using some kind of blood. He stops walking, sniffs the
air, suddenly becoming aware of you, and starts your way.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"I'm a city official, exterminator. I have an assignment for you.
Come here and I'll show you." You notice he's hiding something heavy behind
his back.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The freak's last hit drops you like over-cooked haggis. You lie on the
ground bleeding profusely from the mouth, nose, and ears. Pulling out a pair
of chopsticks, the freak kneels down next to your dieing body. As blackness
claims you, you're still wondering what the chopsticks are for...
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The freak lets out a blood-curdling death scream that can be heard for
blocks around, than falls silent and you watch as the blood pools out around
him from his many wounds.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Freak Man
LEVEL 1
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE aggressive
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 20
RAN 15
DEX 25
STA 25
CHA 10
MONEY 17
BOUNTY 22
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Steel Pipe
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A battle cry surprises you as a man jumps out a short distance in front of
you. His armour and weapons almost make you laugh aloud. His armour consists
of a garage can lid, some bent pans, small pieces of wood, etc. For weapons,
he's holding a menacing looking portable hand blender at you. Tucked in his
belt is a rolling-pin. He appears quite serious about taking you on though.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"You exterminators think you can come in here and push everyone around!"
the Garbage Gladiator says. "Well, you can't! Not with me here to protect
the peace. Just leave and no harm will come to you."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Gladiator's equipment is ridiculous, but he's very much intent on taking
you out. His zealousness makes him fight in a frenzy. You take hit after hit
and soon fall to the ground. The Gladiator takes out his rolling-pin and
smacks you a couple of times hard in the head to finish you off.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Gladiator fights with zeal, but his gear is his downfall. The weapons
are pathetic, and the armour just gets in his way more than it helps. You
make his death swift after he finally collapses to the ground.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Garbage Gladiator
LEVEL 1
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE handtohand
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 20
MEL 25
RAN 15
DEX 25
STA 25
CHA 30
MONEY 4
BOUNTY 17
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Hand Blender
WEAPON2 HWEAPONR.TXT Rolling Pin
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Garbage Armour
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You hear the barking of a dog before you even see him coming. He's a
huge beast of a dog and rabid you'd guess by the foam around his mouth. Like
a bullet, he's running straight at you, so you casually take up a fighting
stance and wait.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Grrr..." Animals don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The fight was already going badly when the dog leaps up and catches
you in the throat. You try and free yourself, but it takes only seconds for
this vicious animal to tear out your jugulars. You scream in pain and fall
to the ground, unable to see from the blood spraying forth.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
With a final 'yip', the dog goes down for the last time. His legs twitch
a bit, and then he lies still, blood flowing from his fatal wounds.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Rabid Dog
LEVEL 1
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 20
RAN 0
DEX 35
STA 35
CHA 10
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 11
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 70
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You hear a noise behind you and spin around to see a scrawny man trying to
sneak up on you. As you see him, he starts running right at you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
He stops and says, "You wanna talk? Okay, gimme all your money and I
may let you live..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
As you drop to your knees, close to death, the cutpurse runs up and slits
your throat. You can feel him going through your clothes, looking for anything
of value before you're even dead.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Cutpurse goes down and the money he's collected from the day's haul
spills on to the ground. Even as he dies, he tries gathering it to him. Blood
and money mix together around him.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Novice Cutpurse
LEVEL 1
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 20
MEL 30
RAN 20
DEX 27
STA 23
CHA 15
MONEY 36
BOUNTY 21
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Rusty Dagger
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A scantily clad woman walks into view. From her high-heels and mini-skirt
it's easy to see she's a working girl. "Hey, exterminator, looking for a
date?" she asks walking towards you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Honey, me and you can go at it all night long. Not like that bitch Rogue.
She won't put out for anyone, y'know..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
"Kill you now or kill you as you sleep next to me, it's all the same to
me. Freakin' holier than though exterminators..." She rolls your broken body
so you're lying on your back and slams her stilleto heal into your eye.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Your last hit took her out. She lies dead on the street, blood pooling
around her head from a massive wound. Too bad really, she was not too bad
looking...
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Attractive Hooker
LEVEL 1
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE distance
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 10
MEL 15
RAN 20
DEX 20
STA 15
CHA 40
MONEY 11
BOUNTY 13
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .38 Special
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A sputtering motorcycle pulls into view. It's dented and scratched and
looks to be missing quite a few parts, but it still runs; barely. It stops
about 40 feet away and a huge guy gets off. He looks towards you and unstraps
a spiked baseball bat from the back of the bike. "Hey, terminator fuck,
think you can take me down 'fore I can crack your skull open?" He seems
quite serious in his threat as he walk towards you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Got nothing to say to you. I'm gonna kill ya, rob ya, and put another
notch in my Harley. You can try and stop me, but you ain't the first..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The biker's final hit catches you on the back of the head. You fall to
your knees until his next hit smashes you to the ground. You can feel your
life fading and can just make out, through blurry vision, the biker putting
another notch on the tank of his hog.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The biker goes down, and, with a final groan, dies at your feet. You
check out his Harley but can't get the piece of junk going.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME The Biker
LEVEL 1
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 20
RAN 20
DEX 15
STA 35
CHA 20
MONEY 14
BOUNTY 24
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Spiked Bat
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A bag lady with a shopping cart overflowing with junk limps into view.
She reaches into the cart, pulls out a pair of broken glasses, and looks you
over. She's extremely dirty looking and often stops to scratch herself. She
nods, puts her glasses back in the cart, and pulls out an revolver. You
barely have time to take cover as the starts firing bursts randomly in your
general direction.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Wha'? Ye talkin' t'me? Sorry, can't hear ye over this dang gun!"
She doesn't seem particularly inclined to stop shooting and she's amazingly
fast at reloading.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The bag lady's horrible aim is good enough. Enough of her shots hit you
and you fall to the ground, awaiting death. She keeps firing your direction,
though, not realizing she's won.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The bag lady is no match for you. Her death is swift, but you still can't
help feeling sad, even though she was trying to kill you.
There's nothing but junk in her shopping cart.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME The Bag Lady
LEVEL 1
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE range
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 5
MEL 5
RAN 10
DEX 5
STA 10
CHA 25
MONEY 4
BOUNTY 18
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Ruger Revolver
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Sweater
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC