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FILE HHOTEL.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 30
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
A freaky-looking guy walks into view suddenly walks into the area.
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
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 struts 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 lieing 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 ground, 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