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

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FILE HHARD.NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   At the last second, you hear someone sneaking up behind you.  A second
more and you would have had your throat slashed.  Spinning around, you find
youself faced off with some kind of cutpurse/thief.  He moves with speed and
skill as he plays with his knife and sizes you up quicklly.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Finally you will pay!  You've killed several of our younger, less skilled
guild-members.  Resist and I'll be sure to make it as painful as possible..."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   Finally your wounds are too great.  You fall to the ground, your blood
already pooling around you.  The Cutpurse strides arrogantly to where you lie.
Pulling out his knife again, he slashes your throat from ear to ear.  The pain
is horrible.  It takes only seconds before you pass on.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The Cutpurse takes a severe hit and finally drops to the ground, never to
rise again.  He talked big, but was really no match for you.  He doesn't die
immediately, it takes time and looks horrible painful.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Expert Cutpurse
LEVEL 5
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 45
MEL 55
RAN 50
DEX 50
STA 52
CHA 45
MONEY 55
BOUNTY 85
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Stiletto
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT Sniper Rifle
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Trench Coat
DISTANCE 10
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A rugged and scarred man walks slowly out in front of you.  He's wearing a
dirty and beat-up all-leather outfit and has a sawed-off pump shotgun hanging
from his hand.  He doesn't look particularly friendly as he pumps fresh shells
into the gun.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Greetings exterminator.  You're obviously lost so I'll help you.  Get out
of this section of the city.  You don't belong here and aren't needed here."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   "Sorry, brother.  You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," the
road warrior says solemnly.  He bends down next to your dieing body and begins
a quick search.  "I have nothing against you fools.  Just protectin' what's
ours."  His voice begins to fade as death claims you...
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Your last hit makes the road warrior arc back in pain and collapse to the
ground.  He doesn't cry out.  He just grimaces and takes the pain.  The pain
looks like it's easing just as the man dies.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Road Warrior
LEVEL 5
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 45
MEL 35
RAN 55
DEX 55
STA 55
CHA 45
MONEY 45
BOUNTY 75
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Pump Shotgun
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT CompleteLeather
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   You hear the scratching of metal on cement coming from the shadows as a
huge cybernetic dog of some kind comes out of the shadows towards you.  It's
clearly half dog and half robotic by it's enhanced build and metal legs.  It's
foaming at the mouth and you wonder, as the dog gallops at you, whether an
artificial dog can become rabid...
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Woof..."  Animals don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The Hound leaps up and catches you in the throat with it's cybernetic
jaws.  It's feet rip your chest up as it tears at your throat.  All you can
do is struggle feebly and eventually die from the savage attack.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Your last hit drops the Hound in a heep to the ground.  It's slowly dieing,
and looking, carefully, you can see all kinds of wires and chips making up it's
insides.  Oil leeks out slowly and eventually the Hounds' legs stop kicking.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Cybernetic Hound
LEVEL 6
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 80
MEL 85
RAN 0
DEX 85
STA 65
CHA 35
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 65
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   Ahead of you, an asian male dressed in mostly black, sporting a leather
jacket, walks confidently into your path.  Under his jacket, you can see some
kind of large automatic weapon.  He's wearing shades and has his hair slicked
back.  He pulls out a shiney blade and plays with it while waiting for you.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   You greet the man.  He nods, acknowledging your greeting, but remains quiet
and waits for you to continue.  Finally he breaks the silence.  "Look
exterminator, I don't wanna chit-chat.  Either you pay me some protection or
you pay for some healing.  S'up t'you..."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   This gangmember punk is actually pretty good.  He moves quick and his aim
is good.  Finally you take too many hits and keel over backwards.  He walks
slowly towards you, watching you die.  With a practiced hand he pulls out his
knife and slices your throat with one slash.  In seconds the pain subsides...
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The gangmember was just a punk, really no match for you.  Eventually
your onslaught was too much and he fell to the ground.  Even on his knees, his
death close at hand, he still holds his knife up to defend himself.  Eventually
even this effort is too much for him and he topples to the ground no longer
moving.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Asian Gangmember
LEVEL 5
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 40
MEL 50
RAN 55
DEX 45
STA 45
CHA 45
MONEY 35
BOUNTY 58
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT UZI 9mm
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT Butterfly Knife
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A hugely muscular black man wearing all kinds of chains walks into view
ahead of you.  He has chains around his legs, neck, arms, and around his fists.
Also in his fists you notice a pistol of some kind.  He keeps walking towards
you and levels the gun on your head.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   He nods once after you talk for a moment.  "'Terminator.  A man's gotta
make a livin', y'know...  I have no problem with ya.  Leave now and we'll have
no quarrel."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The Chainman's last hit finally drops you.  Almost right away, he's going
through your gear, trying to take anything of value he can.  "Man's gotta make
a livin'...  Good try anyway, pal."  Within seconds you're covered in your
own blood, and seconds later, you're dead.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   "ARGH!"  The Chainman goes down from your battery of attacks.  He's
bleeding like a tap and howling in pain.  You walk up, stand on one of his
chains to keep him from thrashing so much, and finish him off with one final
blow.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Black Chainman
LEVEL 5
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 70
MEL 55
RAN 45
DEX 45
STA 60
CHA 45
MONEY 24
BOUNTY 65
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Chains
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT .44 Magnum
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   You hear the swoosh of wind and a blur race in front of you.  Then suddenly
it stops and a man stands before you.  He's thin and wears a leather jacket
and jeans.  As he stands there, sizing you up, a knife flashes between his
hands at and incredible speed as he tosses it around.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "HeyThereExterminator.YouCouldTryKillingMe,ButFirstYou'dHaveToHitMe.
MeanwhileI'llBeCuttingYouToShreads.WannaDanceThen?"
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The Speeder is all over you.  You try defending yourself but he's gone
before you can even react.  Finally you take too many slashes and fall to the
ground writhing in pain from all of the cuts.  The Speeder is suddenly kneeling
before you, slashing your face and throat apart.  In less than a second, it's
all over for you....
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The Speeder may be fast but you land a couple of great hits dropping the
him, and making him thrash around in a frenzy of pain.  You walk up to him and
finish him off to kill the screaming and thrashing.  In death, the Speeder's
body lies perfectly still, blood pooling around it.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Speeder
LEVEL 5
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE Speed
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 70
RAN 30
DEX 75
STA 40
CHA 40
MONEY 42
BOUNTY 65
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Bowie Knife
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   You almost walk by, without even noticing, a bone thin man hiding in the
shadows.  From his dishevelled and sickly look, it's easy to see he's a drug
addict.  However, he's a drug addict with a very large pistol, and as you
notice him, he raises it at you shakily.  You wouldn't be too worried but it's
automatic and could shower you in bullets without hardly trying.  And he's
pumped.  He's flying on whatever he last shot up on.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Got any drugs?"  He manages to mumble out cutting you off.  "You gimme
your drugs, I'll letcha go.  Whaddya say?"
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The drug addict is a lousy shot, but with automatic weaponry, it doesn't
take very much skill.  His final blast riddles you with bullets, and you fall
to the ground bleeding in excrutiating pain.  The addict just keeps firing
though as he walks towards you.  Finally, the addict runs out of bullets, but
it's far too late, you've taken way too many of them.  As the light fades, you
see the addict throw another clip in.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   You hit the drug addict with a few great shots, pushing him back into the
shadows and making him collapse onto his needles and garbage.  He raises his
head feebly, then drops it back to the ground, no longer moving at all.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Drug Addict
LEVEL 5
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 35
RAN 35
DEX 55
STA 35
CHA 25
MONEY 2
BOUNTY 60
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT UZI 9mm
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A short, but muscular man wearing a khaki shirt and khaki pants and
carrying a huge gun blocks your way.  The gun is some kind of chain-gun and
the cartridge belt is looped over his shoulder.  He looks at you, sizing you
up, and spits some great wad on the ground next to him.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   You start talking with him, but the cocking of his chain-gun quickly puts
an end to your efforts.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The Heavy Weapons Dude finally gets a secure lock on you and just lets go
with the chain-gun.  In seconds there's enough lead in you to drop a rhino.
Bleeding from the scores of bullet holes, you collapse to the ground in a heap
and are instantly unconcious, seconds from death.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Your skill is no match for him.  A few great hits drop him to the
ground in pain.  He tries to raise the Chain Gun up to you but it's so heavy
he really has no hope of getting you.  You walk over, stomp the Chain Gun to
the ground and a few more hits finish him off.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Heavy Weapons Dude
LEVEL 5
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 55
MEL 45
RAN 65
DEX 45
STA 58
CHA 35
MONEY 36
BOUNTY 90
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Chain Gun
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Partial Combat
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC