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FILE HPERME.NPC

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// Johnny Twoguns
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A man stands before the door to the Pentehouse Suite.  He looks confident
in his black jeans, black shirt, cowboy boots.  His most distinguishing
feature, however, are the two .38 revolvers he's carrying, one holstered on
each hip.  He watches you closely and asks, "Come here to die, exterminator?"
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   Johnny Twoguns is a gun expert.  His specialty is the standard k-frame .38
special.  He was arrested for gun smuggling and now works as a personal body-
guard to Capone, another criminal.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "I got nothing to say to you," Johnny says undoing the flaps on his
leather holsters.  "No one's getting through this door.  You'll be leaving
now.  Whether it's on your feet or in a bag is up to you."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   As you fall to your knees realizing you are about to die, Johnny Twoguns
reloads both of his six shot revolvers.  "Say g'nite, 'terminator..."  With
that he unloads both guns into you, making an almost perfect "smiley" face in
your chest.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Twoguns goes down, but even in death he's fighting.  His hands are still
pulling the triggers of the two guns, firing at random into the hallway walls.
He falls limp only when he finally runs out of rounds...
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Johnny Twoguns
LEVEL 3
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 15
RAN 45
DEX 30
STA 45
CHA 15
MONEY 14
BOUNTY 75
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .38 Special
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT .38 Special
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC

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// Capone
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   In a large comfortable chair, a fat man sits watching you.  In one hand is
a cigar, in the other is a machine pistol.  "I see you've made it past poor
Johnny.  I knew his love for those ancient pistols would be his undoing.  Me,
I have no such hang ups.  Make peace with your God, exterminator, you're about
to die."
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   Before coming to the city, Capone was a little fish.  But now the city has
been very kind to him.  He has a few hired men and even a couple of city gaurds
in his pocket.  He likes to live in luxury and thinks of himself as the next
real-life Al Capone.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "It's a shame I'm going to have to ruin my new carpet with your blood.
Oh well, I'll just have to get another!"
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   Capone loads a fresh clip into his UZI and empties it into you.  The pain
is too intense as the bullets ravage your body and you black out, inches from
death.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Capone falls to his hands and knees, pleading for his life.  Blood is
pumping freely from his many wounds.  His death is certain so you walk up to
finish the job...
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Capone
LEVEL 2
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 20
RAN 25
DEX 20
STA 32
CHA 30
MONEY 220
BOUNTY 60
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT UZI 9mm
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Flak Jacket
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC

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// Frogman
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A short humanoid is in the hut with you.  His head and eyes are far too
large.  He wears only ragged shorts and a dirty shirt revealing huge webbed
hands and feet.  Clearly he's a mutant.  He looks at you with fright in his
eyes, waiting to see what your intentions are.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   Frogman, is a mutant; some kind of cross between man and frog.  He was born
in the city after the war, a victim of the high radiation in some areas.  Life
as an outcast has brought him to a life of petty crime.  He usually lives alone
in some swamp kind of area.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "ssspleeeesss nooo huuurtssss meeessss..." the Frogman pleads with you.
It's difficult to tell from his features but he generally looks afraid.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   As soon as you go down, Frogman runs from the hut back into the swamp.
As you die, you realize he really didn't want to hurt you, he just wanted to
be alone...
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   With a final croaking cry, Frogman falls on his back, bleeding from his
fatal wounds.  A sad feeling comes over you as he dies.  He really didn't seem
like a violent person...
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Frogman
LEVEL 1
CLASS criminal
REACTION helpful
COMBATTYPE defensive
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 30
RAN 15
DEX 40
STA 25
CHA 15
MONEY 3
BOUNTY 25
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Sweater
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC

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// Twosecond Phil
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   You feel someone in the shadows watching you.  Looking closer, you can make
out a tall, thin mad trying hard to keep quiet.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   When he was first brought to the city for a rape conviction, Phil Regehr
got in a fight with a city guard.  The whole fight lasted two seconds.  Phil
hit the guard square in the nose, shattering it and pushing it into his brain,
killing him in an instant.  Some say it was luck, others fear him now.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Hey man," he says stepping out of the shadows when you begin talking with
him.  "I got no quarrel with ya.  Listen, you pretend you didn't find me down
here and I'll help ya out.  Ya, listen... You heard of Capone?  Well, he's
livin' high up on the top level of this place.  But check it out, he's got
Johnny Twoguns guarding the door.  I know he keeps always keeps a wad of cash
on him.  So, whaddya say?  Let ol' Twosecond Phil go?"
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   "Whaddya think, I'm a babe-in-the-woods or somethin'?  You're just one
more victim in a long line, pal."  He comes close to you as you lie dieing
on the floor, and punches you square in the nose.  The force of his hit smashes
your nose sending pieces up into your brain killing you in an instant.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Twosecond Phil goes down for the last time.  He makes one more feeble
grab for you but gets only air.  Within seconds, two in fact, he's gone...
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Twosecond Phil
LEVEL 2
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 40
RAN 15
DEX 30
STA 30
CHA 15
MONEY 16
BOUNTY 35
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Steel Pole
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC

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// Leatherface
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A large, disfigured man sits staring at you, a rusty knife in one hand and
a severed human hand in the other.  You've just disturbed his meal, but mostly
he's stunned that someone has found his hiding place.  He gets up and you get
a much better look at his behemoth, gnarled body.  Hunchback stories you heard
as a kid flash through your mind.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   The man known as Leatherface was born disfigured and mentally challenged.
Life on the streets was hard for him and he was frequently beaten close to
death until he became an adult and began beating back.  Logic and social norms
are absent from his mind.  He knows little more than violence and hate.  He's
called Leatherface from the horrible collection of scars covering his face.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   You try talking to Leatherface, but he doesn't seem to understand anything
you say to him.
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   He got you.  You're never going to make it out alive.  Before you're even
dead, Leatherface has dragged your body over near his boxes and pulls out a
rusty knife he uses for preparing his meals...
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Leatherface hits the floor with a boom.  It took a lot to bring him down
but, like David, you triumphed.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Leatherface
LEVEL 4
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 60
MEL 25
RAN 10
DEX 30
STA 50
CHA 10
MONEY 13
BOUNTY 100
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Rusty Dagger
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 10
END_STATS
END_NPC

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// Big Rat John
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   A large man with a somewhat "rat" looking face is standing ready for you;
no doubt he heard the door open.  As you stand watching each other, you notice
other Rat Gang members appear at the door, anxious to see their leader take
down another exterminator and feed him to the rats.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   Big Rat John was a member of the Hell's Angels before being arrested for
killing a man in a bar fight.  He now currently leads the "Rat Gang", a rag-tag
bunch of thieves and cut-throats.  They're not very well armed but are still
a constant nuisance to the area around the south city gate.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   Big Rat John talks far too much through his large nose.  "Why did no one
stop this fool?  Oh well, the rat's were getting hungry again anyway..." he
says and pulls out a Pump Shotgun.  "You like this li'l baby?  I got
it off of one of your buddies.  Here let me show you up close..."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   Your knees buckle and you fall to the ground bleeding.  "Piece of cake,
brothers!  Take our hero down to the rats..."  Rat Gang members run in, grab
you and drag your body through the sewer passages to a room filled with rats.
Before they even put you down, the pain begins as the rats begin tearing into
your flesh.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Big Rat John let's out a mangled cry and falls to the ground.  The Rat
Gang members watching all run away screaming through the passages.  Blood
trickles out through his large nose into a pool around his head.  In moments
he'll be dead.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Big Rat John
LEVEL 2
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 35
RAN 35
DEX 30
STA 40
CHA 30
MONEY 32
BOUNTY 60
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Pump Shotgun
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT Bowie Knife
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC

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// Domino
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   The tiny 'tink' of a safety being taken off spins you around to face a
Beretta leveled at your head.  The holder of this pistol is a short brunette
with shoulder-length hair in a tight black skin-suit showing off her thin
athletic build.  Her skin is pale white and she wears dark red lipstick.
There is a three inch dark black circle around her left eye.  Done with dark
makeup, you have a feeling she's hiding some heavy scarring.
   Standing confidently in the standard 'A' frame, she looks at one with her
weapon and abilities.  She smiles, tilts her head to the side, and says,
"Ready for me, Baby?"
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   Tracy Fox, aka Domino, was one of the kids trapped in the city when the
conversion happened.  With no money and no place to go, life on the street
here was no worse than anywhere else.  Often better even.
   Life on the street was hard for this young woman, but Domino's learnt
to handle herself by unfortunately, but predictably, turning to a life of
crime.
   She's known by her few close as 'the human rabbit's foot'.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "Domino.  The name's Domino," she says, brushing her hair back with her
free gloved left hand.  "Welcome to my place.  'fraid your visit's going to
be cut a bit short..."
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   Finally you can take no more and collapse to the ground.  Domino drags your
body over to her door.  She opens it revealing empty air and the 80 foot drop.
You're forced to your feet by a fiece nerve pinch and feel cold, hard steel
touch the back of your head.  You don't even hear the shot or feel your body
smash down on the chunks of concrete and twisted steel below.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   Domino is still young and just doesn't have the strength to stand up to an
experienced Exterminator, despite her uncanny luck.  She lies at your feet,
silent, unmoving, and bleeding slowly.  Sometimes this job really has its
downside.  Still, she would've done it to you, if you hadn't gotten her first.
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Domino
LEVEL 2
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX female
POWERTYPE luck
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 30
RAN 35
DEX 30
STA 25
CHA 45
MONEY 29
BOUNTY 40
WEAPON1 HPISTOLS.TXT 9mm Beretta
WEAPON2 HMELEE.TXT Switch Blade
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Ref. Skin Suit
DISTANCE 10
END_STATS
END_NPC

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// Fingers the Thief
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
   As you walk into one of the second floor rooms, to your mutual surprise you
come across tall, thin man dressed in all-black.  In a flash he's on his feet
and you can see his fingers twitching, as if he's about to go for a weapon.
END_DESCRIPTION

BEGIN_DOSSIER
   Fingers the Thief is a small-time petty criminal.  He landed himself in
"The World's End" after teaming up with some other criminals for a heist that
went bad.  His three partners were all killed in the ensuing fire-fight along
with four police officers and nine innocents.
END_DOSSIER

BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
   "The name's Fingers.  I'm nothing to you and I don't wanna fight.  If you
just turn around and walk out of here, we'll have no problems.  Otherwise, I'll
have to hurt ya.  Neither of use wants that, right?"
END_TALK_TEXT

BEGIN_WON_TEXT
   "Another kill for Fingers.  Well, you should pay for my room here awhile
atleast..." Fingers exclaims as he waltzes up to your torn and beaten body.
"Aw!  Let me help you with that," he offers, then grabs your legs, drags
you out of the room, and throws you down the broken elevator shaft.
END_WON_TEXT

BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
   With his dieing breath, Fingers reaches out and whispers, "What the hell,
the rest will do me good..."
END_LOST_TEXT

BEGIN_STATS
NAME Fingers the Thief
LEVEL 2
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 35
RAN 30
DEX 40
STA 33
CHA 30
MONEY 35
BOUNTY 45
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .22 Rifle
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT Steel Pole
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC