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FILE HPERMEX.NPC
//------
// Tish
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Standing next to a filing cabinet is a young, pretty woman. She has long
brown hair tied in a tail and wears a dark trench-coat over top of her black
combat armour. She's smiling and holding a pistol in each hand. She must
have seen or heard you coming.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Tricia "Tish" Trilby is a master thief. Arguably the best skilled thief
in the city. Life in the city is good to her. She has plenty of money,
everything anyone could want. Her skills and beauty have given her many
followers just waiting to put her plans to work.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Hello, exterminator," she says. "I'm Tish. Been looking for me? Ooh!
I'm flattered. You might be regretting it though. If you leave now, I promise
I'll just go back to looking through these files and not making fun of your
wall's feeble security..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Tish is a good fighter. Life on the street has taught her well.
"Hah!" she exclaims as you go down. She keeps her guns on you as she crouches
down next to you. "Now, let's see what today's exterminators are carrying
before Kitty takes you away..." She starts hurriedly going through your gear.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Tish was a good fighter, just not good enough to beat you. Standing over
her bleeding, dieing body, you can't help thinking what a senseless waste her
life was.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Tish
LEVEL 8
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE range
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
STR 38
MEL 42
RAN 56
DEX 83
STA 59
CHA 76
MONEY 172
BOUNTY 3000
WEAPON1 HMACHINE.TXT DR AutoPistol
WEAPON2 HPISTOLS.TXT Glock L12 Laser
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Partial Combat
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Creator Chris
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Standing over the work-table is a skinny young man with greasy hair and a
really bad complexion working on some kind of robot. When he sees you, he
yells, "Whoa!" and drops to the floor. He scrambles around under the table,
then slowly peers back over.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Chris "The Creator" Generz is an eighteen year-old computer robotics genius.
He did a lot of work for the city in its early days, but got greedy and made a
few mistakes. Now incarcerated, he makes his home close to downtown and
continues experimenting with robots.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Wha'dya want?" he asks cautiously. "My name's Chris. I just play around
with robots. I'm not hurting anyone. This is my building. Go exterminate
somebody worth hunting down, not me!"
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Chris's Blazer III laser rifle tears you apart. He's not an expert with it,
but he lands enough hits to take you down. Lieing bleeding on the ground, you
hear Chris call some of his robot cleaners over to take care of this mess.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Chris may be good with robots, but he has a lot to learn about fighting.
You quickly take him down, hardly even trying. He has a great weapon, just
doesn't have the skills to make use of it. When it's over, it feels like the
other half-together junk robots in the room are watching you.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Creator Chris
LEVEL 8
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 42
MEL 35
RAN 55
DEX 52
STA 46
CHA 35
MONEY 74
BOUNTY 4500
WEAPON1 HRIFLES.TXT Blazer III
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Modified TKBand
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Luper, the Butcher
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Standing in the middle of the room is a really heavy man dressed in a white
cook's uniform, now splattered with streaks of red. He's ugly as sin and
doesn't seem quite all there. "Fuckin' I dunno," he says as he starts walking
towards you raising some kind of powered butcher knife.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Victor Luper worked as a butcher until he one day lost it and ran his boss
through various cutting machines. He would have been put into a mental
institution, except his anger and violent temper is now uncontrollable and
lethal.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Fuckin' I dunno.." the fat man says, waving his knife around. "I'm gonna
fuckin' die! No... You're gonna fuckin' die! I'll fuckin' kill you!"
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
"Hahah!" Luper yells and starts jumping up and down, stopping occasionally
to kick your bleeding, dieing body. When he calms down, he chops his butcher
knife into you a couple more times, getting quite a lot of amusement from it."
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Luper takes a ton of damage, enough to drop a rhino, even without armour.
He must have been a mutant. "Fuckin' I dunno," Luper whispers with his final
words. "I'm fuckin' diein'!"
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Luper, the Butcher
LEVEL 9
CLASS criminal
REACTION aggressive
COMBATTYPE handtohand
SEX male
POWERTYPE thick_skin
STR 72
MEL 87
RAN 35
DEX 45
STA 79
CHA 12
MONEY 23
BOUNTY 4000
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Powered Knife
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Chaz Dikkens
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Leaning over some book at the desk is a young man completely absorbed. None
of the small noises you make as you move around catch his attention. He
doesn't look like the tough-guy, killer, criminal type. You reach for your
weapons and loudly clear your throat, catching his attention.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Charlie "Chaz" Dikkens is the brains of the prison city. Every major crime
event is either planned by him or at least ran by him for his approval. A good
deal of chaos would ensue in the criminal world if Chaz was brought in.
He may be smart, but he's extremely careless about his own safety, often
leaving himself in a virtually open, unprotected area.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Hello, exterminator. My name is Chaz," he says calmly. "So good of you to
drop in and visit. You may be curious to know that under this table I have
a rifle aimed at you. A special rifle. One I had made just for myself."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
"Clearly fighting me was a bad idea," Chaz says. "You just thought you'd
try and take down the most powerful mind in the city? Well, now you know
don't you..." He continues talking to you about how great he is, but it all
starts getting foggy as you lose consciousness.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Chaz isn't too strong. A few good hits bring him down with little trouble.
He's crying in pain, occasionally thrashing about, so you assist in helping
him move on with a few more good hits.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Chaz Dikkens
LEVEL 9
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE range
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 52
MEL 37
RAN 68
DEX 53
STA 56
CHA 69
MONEY 96
BOUNTY 5500
WEAPON1 HRIFLES.TXT TK Chaz Rifle
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Ref. Skin Suit
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Kim Shatter
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You suddenly notice a woman walking out of one shop and into another.
She is very attractive; blonde hair, tall, thin, early twenties, and wearing a
leather jacket and leather miniskirt. Under one arm were a couple of clothing
boxes and under the other was a laser rifle.
You pull out your weapons and wait for her to come back out of the shop.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Kim Shatter is the girlfriend of the city's head crimelord. Bosses come and
go, but Kim always manages to get them to fall for her. Her position gets her
special priveleges, special training, and special armaments. She's a tough
opponent but easy to find. She loves to shop for new clothing.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Hi. Are you looking for someone in particular?" she asks. "Maybe I can
help you. I've been here all day and there's been no one but the usual slime
we all have to put up with."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Her beauty takes you off guard. It's tough to imagine someone so attractive
is so combat experienced. You don't fight nearly hard enough and she cuts you
up with her laser rifle because of it. She walks by your quickly dieing body,
blowing you a kiss as she goes.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
You stand over her bleeding, dieing body. What a waste, you think. On
top of being very beautiful, she put up a good fight. She really knew how
to handle herself.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Kim Shatter
LEVEL 9
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE range
SEX female
POWERTYPE tk_field
STR 43
MEL 54
RAN 88
DEX 73
STA 67
CHA 88
MONEY 128
BOUNTY 8000
WEAPON1 HRIFLES.TXT Browning L-MK1
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Ref. Jacket
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Joey Zappa
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Someone jumps out out of the darkness yelling and tries grabbing you with
some kind of glowing, sparking gloves. Your honed reflexes just barely keep
you out of reach anf give you the chance you need to grab your weapons. It's
too dark down here to see very well, but you can make out his hair is a mess
and he's wearing a standard employee high-voltage suit.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Joey Zappa was an electrical engineer working at the city's Power Building.
His real love is experimenting with electricity, trying new, seemingly
impossible things. The money kept him in the city, running the power, even
after it turned Prison. He keeps very much to himself now.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"You're just in time, friend. My name is Joe," the man says. "So good to
meet you. I just recently finished this new invention and I'm dieing to try
it out. I bet you are too." He moves with spasms and his voice keeps speeding
up and slowing down. "Here, take my hand and I'll show you..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Pain just doesn't effect this guy like most people. He just keeps coming,
taking bad hits, just to get his hands on you for a moment. Each time he does,
electricity tears through you leaving you in unbearable pain. Finally you can
take no more and fall to the ground where Zappa leaps onto you. Grabbing your
face, the pain only lasts a moment before everything goes black.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
You're able to keep Zappa back fairly well, yet still land enough hits to
finish him off. Even as he lies dieing at your feet, the powered gloves on his
hands still glow and spark.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Joey Zappa
LEVEL 9
CLASS criminal
REACTION aggressive
COMBATTYPE handtohand
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 67
MEL 84
RAN 38
DEX 52
STA 64
CHA 58
MONEY 119
BOUNTY 6500
WEAPON1 HMELEE.TXT Electric Gloves
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Power Work Suit
DISTANCE 10
END_STATS
END_NPC