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

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FILE HMEDIAL.NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A noise behind you makes you spin around in time to see a man wearing all
black including the cloth he has wrapped around his head as some kind of mask.
He raises a very large gun at you with remarkable speed.  He must have been
hiding in the shadows.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   He doesn't respond immediately but you keep trying and finally he says,
"What the fuck are you jabbering about?!  You're an exterminator.  I'm
going to kill you.  It's that simple."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The man in black makes a great shot and you fall to the ground.  He walks
cautiously towards you, still keeping the gun on you.  Instead of killing you
though, he starts robbing you; taking everything interesting.  Your wounds are
too severe though and it's only seconds before death claims you.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   The man in black takes a severe hit, making him drop to the ground.
The blood is quickly pooling around him, and soaking into his all black
clothes.  He's dead before you even reach him.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Man in Black
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 35
RAN 40
DEX 55
STA 45
CHA 35
MONEY 34
BOUNTY 35
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .44 Magnum
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   You hear a man shouting about something before he comes into view.
He's a stocky, shorter man in a crew-cut and army fatigues.  He's hustling
around with an M-16 until he notices you.  Then he stops and takes up a firing
position on you.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "You're gonna die!  Everyone non-civilian and non-military is going to
be leaving the city in a body-bag.  If this was a standard military operation,
we'd have this whole place cleaned up by now!"  He doesn't look any more
relaxed.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   "'RAH!  VICTORY!", the soldier wannabe yells.  "Survival of the fittest."
His last hit took you down.  You're bleeding from all of your wounds and
you're not going to last long.  The soldier marches up to you and steps on your
throat to speed things along and watch you die.  The darkness washes over you
in seconds...
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   "ARGH!" yells the soldier wannabe as your last hit finishes him off.
His death is quick and relatively painless.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Soldier Wannabe
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 45
MEL 35
RAN 40
DEX 25
STA 49
CHA 30
MONEY 32
BOUNTY 52
WEAPON1 HMACHINE.TXT M-16
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Kevlar Vest
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC

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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   Shreiking coming from the air above you makes you look up in time
to see some sort of gargoyle mutant monster flying right at you.  You manage
to dodge but it lands and turns to fight.
END_DESCRIPTION

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

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   The gargoyle wraps its tail around your leg, making your already severely
hurting body trip and hit the ground.  It jumps on top of you and starts biting
and tearing at your face.  The pain is unreal and you're quickly covered in
your own blood as the monster takes your life.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Your last hit makes the gargoyle monster crumple to the ground.  It doesn't
die right away, but a few more hits from you change that in a hurry.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Gargoyle Monster
LEVEL 3
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 50
MEL 35
RAN 0
DEX 35
STA 40
CHA 25
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 22
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC

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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 43
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 23
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 a motorcycle coming from behind you.  Two street ruffians are
seated on it, carrying shotguns, and yelling as they race at you.  A short
distance away, the motorcycle stops and one of them jumps off.  The other one
races past you on the bike, taking a swing with a bat but missing.  When he
gets a safe distance away, he stops the bike and watches as his friend moves
in to attack.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Gr...  Ya gotta die.  Nothin' personal.  I hate all 'xterminators.."
He cocks a shell into his pump shotgun and points it at your head.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   You take a fatal blast in the face from his shotgun.  You can't see out
of your left eye, but your conscious for a few seconds before the pain really
hits you dropping you to the ground.  You hear the motorcycle come pulling
back to pick up his friend just as you pass out.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Your last hit knocks the shotgun from his hands.  With no weapon, it takes
only seconds to finish him off.  You hear the motorcycle start up again as the
friend abandons your opponent.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Shotgun Biker
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 34
RAN 38
DEX 29
STA 42
CHA 30
MONEY 21
BOUNTY 42
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Pump Shotgun
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 40
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 37
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Gyrojet Pistol
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Sweater
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC