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FILE HPERMH.NPC
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// Fall-Out Beast
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
At the far end of this huge room is some kind of monster. Perhaps it was a
man at some point and just took a horrible amount of radiation damage, but it's
now huge and hairy and sporting lethal looking claws and teeth. It notices
you as you shine your light its way and smashes a chair to splinters.
Breathing and snorting fiercely, it starts running towards you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Grrr..." Animals don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Fall-Out Beast gets a vice-like grip around your throat. His other
hand just starts tearing you apart. In seconds your face is shredded and your
clothes and armour are rags. You pass out, close to death, still locked in
the Beast's grip.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Fall-Out Beast is fast and super strong, but really no match for
modern weaponry. Your hits finally drop the Beast to the ground. It lies
there whimpering and spasming for a while, until you walk up and speed up the
process. A couple of more solid hits is all it takes for the Beast to lay
still.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Fall-Out Beast
LEVEL 7
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE strength
POWERVAL 0
STR 80
MEL 75
RAN 0
DEX 60
STA 65
CHA 25
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 1000
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Wild Strike
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Sitting in the comfy chair, looking straight at you, is a red-haired man
with a muscular, lean build. It's difficult to see until he stands but he's
wearing some pretty fancy full-combat armour. Possibly Dark Razor gear, but
it's well-used and very scratched up. You don't see any weapons on him though.
"'Lo Exterminator," you suddenly hear a voice, but it's in your head, not
aloud. This man must be a strong TK'er. "You must have stumbled in here
accidentily. You weren't actually looking for Wild Strike were you?"
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Wild Strike, aka Sean Campbell, was put in prison for extortion and
murder. He controlled several blocks in a large city with violence and with
help from his strong TK abilities. If people didn't pay, he killed them;
personally and violently. In court, he actually said he enjoyed his work
greatly.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"You must be some new exterminator 'round here," he TK projects into your
mind, still not speaking. "Look, I'll give you a chance. Leave now. Not just
my shelter here but the whole city. Retire now. Either pack it in or I kill
you where you stand."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The pain is unbelievable. Your head feels as if it's about to explode.
You can't concentrate, you can barely even see. Then Wild Strike blasts you
a final time, blowing you into unconciousness where you stand. You don't even
feel it as your body hits the floor.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The TK Blast is a neat trick, but not much more than that. Your battery
of hits is too much for Wild Strike and he crumples to the ground in pain.
He's not quite dead, but instead of speeding up the process, you watch him
suffer a bit. He'd do the same to you.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Wild Strike
LEVEL 8
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE tk_blast
POWERVAL 0
STR 40
MEL 45
RAN 55
DEX 40
STA 60
CHA 55
MONEY 134
BOUNTY 7500
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT DR Full Combat
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Doc Vivisect
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
The operating table before you, surprisingly, is currently in use. Some
kind of surgeon is still practicing here. He's currently working on what used
to be a man. All kinds of strange bionic attachments have been added to
replace the less efficient human parts. An arm, both legs, an eye, etc.
The doctor suddenly realizes there's someone else in the room with him. He
looks up at you and bows for some kind of applause or appreciation. When none
is given, he stands quietly, playing with his laser scalpel, waiting for your
next action.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Doctor Vivisect was once a cutting edge bio-mechanical doctor in the city.
When the Bio-Med Labs were shut down, he was out of a job, but still believed
he had work to do, experiments to continue. Since then, he's been running sick
and demented experiments on any citizen or criminal he could get his hands on.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"What's the matter with you? Can't you appreciate the greatness of my
work here? Perhaps you've bumped into a few of my other subjects... Or maybe
you wouldn't know beauty and power if it fell at your feet." The Doc seems
intelligent but not quite playing with a full-deck. He continues waiting for
some kind of reaction from you.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Doc isn't much of a fighter, but he know how to use that scalpel of his
and knows what to hit with it. You're bleeding badly and starting to feel
light headed when the Doc lands a final strike to your temple knocking you out
and bringing you very close to death.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Doc just doesn't have much combat experience. You quickly take him out
with a few well aimed hits. He's not quite dead when he hits the floor, so
you pick up his laser scalpel and speed the process up with a little of your
own hands-on surgery.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Doc Vivisect
LEVEL 7
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE handtohand
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 40
MEL 45
RAN 25
DEX 50
STA 45
CHA 50
MONEY 169
BOUNTY 1500
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Laser Scalpel
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Kevlar Vest
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC