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FILE HPERMM.NPC
//------
// Diamond Dallas
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Standing at the bar is a tall, thin man in an all leather western outfit.
He throws the last of his drink down and turns to face you. He's got a goatee
under his straggly looking hair. You also see he's wearing a really nice-
looking .38 Special holstered around his waste. "Hey kid," he starts. "Y'all
new 'round here? Ah'm Diamond Dallas. Maybe y'all heard o' me?"
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Diamond Dallas, since incarceration, has taken the spirit of the "Dodge"
section's western style completely to heart. He was once a police officer
named "Peter Dallas" until being convicted of corruption and disobeying
commanding officers. Since imprisonment, he's changed his name and taken
up residence in Dodge.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
Dallas picks up and shoots another drink. "So, kid, ya fast or what?
I mean, y'all look fast. But facin' Dallas is the only way ta prove it."
People start clearing a path between you and Dallas and cowering in the
corners.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
You finally take too many hits and collapse to the ground. Diamond Dallas
reloads and starts shooting out the most painful parts of your body, just to
make some kind of point. Knees, elbows, groin, all blown apart. The pain is
too much and you eventually lose conciousness.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Diamond Dallas is good, but not good enough. He finally takes enough
damage to drop him to his knees in pain. He still clutches his .38, even after
a swift kick across his face knocks him out.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Diamond Dallas
LEVEL 5
CLASS criminal
REACTION helpful
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 40
MEL 35
RAN 65
DEX 45
STA 56
CHA 48
MONEY 82
BOUNTY 350
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .38 Special
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Leather Jacket
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Mr. Troll
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
An ugly, disfigured man steps out of the darkness here. He's short, has a
huge beard, and carries a small sword to defend himself. "Come to pay your
toll then?" he asks sarcasticaly.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
The man known as Mr. Troll is a victim of horrible, and painful, nuclear
mutation. He blames everyone for his condition, and makes everyone's life
hard. His prison time in the city ended long ago but he's stayed in the city
anyway. City guards haven't been able to find him and he must not realize his
time is up.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
The man snarles before finally saying, "Name's Troll. You call me
Mr. Troll. You pay me, you use bridge. You no pay, you no live..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Mr. Troll walks up to your beaten body and stabs his sword into you
another half-dozen times making your death certain. "You no listen. Now you
dead. Next time you know..."
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Mr. Troll is surprisingly tough and takes hit after hit before finally
going down. Even as his death approaches, he tries to struggle to his feet to
continue the fight but can't make it. He slows and finally stops moving.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Mr. Troll
LEVEL 4
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 60
MEL 45
RAN 25
DEX 42
STA 57
CHA 21
MONEY 113
BOUNTY 125
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Bastard Sword
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT TK-Headband
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Tara Black
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A woman dressed in a tight fitting black outfit stands ready in the room
before you. The outfit covers her entire body except for her head and has
pieces of a black combat armour built in to it. She's very beautiful but
deadly also. She's carrying some kind of pole-arm as a weapon.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Tara Black was arrested for assaulting and killing a guy in a bar. At the
time, she knew some martial arts, specializing in the pole-arm, but has trained
intensely since incarceration in the city. She's now a master with it and
quite deadly.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
The woman clearly doesn't trust you, but speaks none-the-less.
"I have no quarrel with you, exterminator. I just want to serve my time and
get on with my life. Leave peacefully and no one will get hurt."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Tara's face is expressionless as she steps up to your dieing body.
"Why can't everyone just leave me alone..." She let's the words hand in
the air for a moment, then smashes her pole into your temple, putting you out
of misery.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Finally, Tara has taken too many wounds and drops to the ground. She's
coughing up blood and her attractive body looks wrecked. What a waste, you
think, and then finish her off with a final hit.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Tara Black
LEVEL 5
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE handtohand
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 40
MEL 65
RAN 25
DEX 45
STA 50
CHA 62
MONEY 57
BOUNTY 250
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT TK-Pole
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Partial Combat
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Birdman
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You just about break out laughing when you see a large man dressed in
some ridiculous home-made bird outfit. Then he suddenly jumps off the chair
he's standing on, flapping his arms madly, and amazingly stays airborne.
Perhaps he's a mutant, maybe it's just a remarkable suit. As he flaps in the
air, he suddenly notices you're there and drops to the ground and pulling out
a fancy pistol to defend himself.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Alex Colts, aka Birdman, was imprisoned for his work in a government fraud.
The city has not been good to the man. He passed his time looking after some
pigeons, until they were one day killed by street punks. Mentally he hasn't
been the same since. Now spends his time making a flying bird outfit.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Decided to show your face again! Well, this time you'll pay for what
you've done." Birdman says pointing to the dead pigeons. Obviously he's
confused about who you are.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Birdman makes some great shots and finally you go down. He keeps
shooting at your dieing body though. But now he's crying and the shots don't
even come close. You watch him until blood from a head wound covers your
eyes and you pass out into gentle darkness.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Your fight with Birdman has gone on and on, but finally he has just
taken to many hits and collapses. You watch him for a few more seconds,
thinking how ridiculous that bird outfit looks.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Birdman
LEVEL 4
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 20
RAN 35
DEX 40
STA 43
CHA 27
MONEY 24
BOUNTY 100
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Laser Pistol
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Perpetual Kathy
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A beautiful woman is here sitting in front of a mirror putting on make-up.
She doesn't notice you at first, giving her a chance to look her over. She has
long brown hair and is wearing nothing but some sexy lingere. Suddenly she
notices you in her mirror. Startled, she makes a grab for a pistol she had
sitting next to her, spins, and raises it at you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
She's always the same. Perpetual Kathy is the street name for Kathy Alexis.
She was a stripper and small-time drug user who was just one day in the wrong
place at the wrong time, and was brought in for multiple narcotic offenses.
She had no previous weapon skills, but her beauty made her friends who've
shown her a few things to help her get by on the streets.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
The woman is clearly frightened. Her pistol, still aimed at you, shakes
badly. "What do you want? I don't hurt anyone! Go take down some of the
real criminals!" The shaking makes you nervous. It looks like only a matter
of time before she squeezes off a round; accident or not.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Kathy walks over to your crumpled body and kicks you hard in the side. She
wasn't a skilled markswoman, but she was good enough to bring you down. Still
quite mad, she pauses for a moment, and fires a two more rounds into your
quickly dieing body.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
It didn't take too many hits to bring Kathy down. She wasn't very strong
and not an experienced fighter. She knew a couple of things, but not enough.
Now she lies bleeding badly and fighting for life. The fight doesn't last
very long.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Perpetual Kathy
LEVEL 5
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE range
SEX female
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 30
RAN 45
DEX 40
STA 32
CHA 73
MONEY 17
BOUNTY 500
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT 9mm S&W
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Karameikos Ogre
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Sitting on the bed of leaves is a huge ogre of a man. He's not really an
ogre, but he is huge and his skin is very thick and heavy. As he notices you
he grabs a club lieing next to him and stands to face you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
The Karameikos Ogre is a vertual unknown. His real name is unknown and no
one is entirely certain what he's doing in the city. The fallout radiation
has mutated him into a huge and very powerful man, but has left little of his
mind. Typically he can be found in the Karameikos park, hence his name.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Ugh. Leave," the ogre start. "Leave or pain... Rrrr." He says very
little. He just keeps growling and waving his club at you.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
A wicked smash across the back of the head knocks you reeling to the floor.
You can't feel you hands or feet, but you can feel unconsciousness coming.
The Ogre sits back down on his bed of leaves, starts cleaning the blood and
skin from his club, and watches you die.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Ogre falls to the ground with a boom. You can actually feel the ground
move as his body hits. He manages to sit back up and look around for a moment
before he falls back again, smashing his head hard on the ground.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Karameikos Ogre
LEVEL 5
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE thick_skin
POWERVAL 0
STR 75
MEL 65
RAN 10
DEX 30
STA 57
CHA 13
MONEY 96
BOUNTY 85
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Spiked Club
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 40
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// King of Pain
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Sitting casually in the king's throne is an older, weathered man with his
chin resting on his hand. He's not dressed kingly. In fact, he wears normal
street clothes; a dark shirt and black jeans. Slung over the back of the
throne is a huge rifle, laser, by the look of it, but bigger. "Hello,
exterminator. This isn't going to take long I hope. A king has so many
things to take care of..."
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
The King of Pain is the street name for Geoff Fitzer. The people that knew
him quickly gave him that name after his frequent displays of ruthlessness and
lack of emotion. He has acquired some good funds and has many followers and
hoods now.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
As you begin talking, the king waves his hand at you to get silence. "What
could you possibly say to me that I could care about? I have enough problems
with the freakin' religious lunatics around here. If you want to try
something, do it. Otherwise get out of my house."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The King's Blazer is a really powerful weapon. Unfortunately you're
currently on the receiving end of it. A few good shots weaken you, then
finally a great shot to your chest literally burns a hole right through.
Instantly you're on the floor, adding to the blood stained rug, and in moments
the blistering pain knocks you out.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The King is good, but not good enough. A few great hits knock him back into
his throne, bleeding badly. You walk toward him, getting one last perfect
shot, and it's over.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME King of Pain
LEVEL 5
CLASS criminal
REACTION helpful
COMBATTYPE distance
SEX male
POWERTYPE hard_skin
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 30
RAN 63
DEX 37
STA 48
CHA 59
MONEY 109
BOUNTY 750
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Blazer
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Father O'Flaherty
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Standing ready before you is an older, greying man surrounded by a red
cape. As he brushes his cape to the side, you get a good view of his strange
dark armour. It's full-plate, except for his head, and black as night.
Clearly not stuff you buy at the city armoury. He's craddling a jeweled mace
in his arms and stares at you with a smirk across his face.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Father Jeffery O'Flaherty was put in prison for creating and heading an evil
cult. Human sacrifices, incest, and cannabilism were everyday events in his
new religion. Reliable sources say he has begun his cult again in the city
and dozens of people are falling for his lies.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Come to confess your sins?" Father O'Flaherty asks with sarcasm. "You
think you can walk in here, kill my followers, and get out alive? Never!
Surrender to me now and I'll make your death slightly faster than the pain I
have planned for you."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Father's Laser Mace is a strange and clumsy weapon, but he knows how
to handle it well. A few good shots take you down. O'Flaherty kicks your
weapons away, pulls out a dagger, and begins cutting your armour off. Once
it's away, he smiles, pauses for a brief moment, and begins cutting your
heart out.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Father's Laser Mace is not well-made and clumsy to operate. You're all
over O'Flaherty with little effort. A few good shots and he goes down, blood
quickly soaking into his already red carpet. Religion may have its place,
but prayers don't beat modern weaponry.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Father O'Flaherty
LEVEL 5
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE distance
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 20
RAN 41
DEX 37
STA 38
CHA 49
MONEY 1
BOUNTY 300
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Laser Mace
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT Dagger
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Dark Plate
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC