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FILE HPERMT.NPC
//------
// Ash
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
"Groovy." Standing, larger than life, before you is a man in a huge suit of
BioMechanical Armour, painted in the feared Dark Razor colors. Built into one
arm of the suit is a huge Minigun. Into the other arm is some kind of laser
device. You've never seen anything like this before. You're getting the
feeling you've stepped out of your league.
"Been a few months since I've had a chance to take one of ya down," he says
sarcastically. "Well, this should be good practice. Gotta stay on top o'your
skills. Ready to mambo, baby? Let's go..."
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Ash (he long ago personally erased all records of his full name, and killed
everyone with the knowledge) was founder and leader of the city's Dark Razors.
He was responsible for hand-picking the Razors and their training.
Unfortunately, his ego is as monstrous as his skills. He's thinks he's so
hip he can hardly see over his pelvis. When he was offered the chance to work
as the personal bodyguard for the top crimelord, he left the city's force,
liberating all of the best equipment he could carry, and took it in a
heartbeat.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Few even make it up to see me," he says, "and no one makes it back to tell
the tale. Ash. That's it. You won't forget it. I'm your worst nightmare.
If you stay really still, I'll try to make it end less slowly for you."
"I see you looking at the door there," Ash continues, "but you know that
isn't an option. That ain't gonna happen. Good too see such optimism
though."
"Okay, now hold still..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
With Ash's skills and state-of-the-art equipment, before the fight even
began you knew you had little chance. The chance never came. Ash cut you to
pieces. Near the end, he was trying trick shots: behind his back; closing
one eye, or the other, or both; etc. One of his final hits takes you right in
the throat. Coughing and choking, you fall to the ground close to death.
"Having trouble swallowing, exterminator?" Ash asks sarcastically. He kicks
you over onto your back, and touches his Minigun to your nose. "Swallow this,"
are the last words you hear.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
"Er... fuck," Ash says in amazement. He's kneeling on the ground, watching
blood from the fatal wounds you've given him pool on the ground. Wherever his
BioMechanical armour revealed flesh, you hit. Your skill amazed even yourself.
"Luck..." Ash whispers as he loses consciousness and hits the ground.
"Beginner's luck."
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Ash
LEVEL 10
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE tk_field
STR 90
MEL 80
RAN 90
DEX 70
STA 90
CHA 70
MONEY 1
BOUNTY 50000
WEAPON1 HMACHINE.TXT DR BioMinigun
WEAPON2 HPISTOLS.TXT DR BioLaser
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT DR HeavyBioTech
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
// Vinnie Vega
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Seated behind the large desk is a short, fat man. He's dressed extremely
well; clearly he has the money to get what he wants. Appearing very relaxed,
he smiles up at you. "Hello, exterminator," he says. "'Was wondering if you'd
make it by security an' reach me up here. Well done. Not da smartest thing
you've done though." He casually stands up, grabs two guns off the desk, and
appears ready to do business.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
Vinnie Vega is one of the major crime bosses of the city. Wherever a major
crime is taking place, Vega's got his thumb in it somehow. He's the right-hand
man of the city's top crimelord, and, hence, lives in the lap of luxury
surrounded by dozens of trained and well-equipped security.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Impressed you made it by da security," he says. "Name's Vega, and I'm da
guy putting an end to your day. Say 'night', exterminator..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
Vega's slow, but a good shot. Round after round pounds into you, and
eventually you go down. Vega keeps his gun on you as his secretary comes
running out with a plastic sheet. Vega drags you onto the sheet, puts a gun
under your chin, and unloads, careful not to get blood on his carpeting.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Vega's got some good firepower, but not good enough to beat you. He's
still slow, and rotten at close-combat. You bring him down as painfully as
you can. His death isn't quick, and you don't help things along any.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Vinnie Vega
LEVEL 9
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE range
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 40
MEL 30
RAN 85
DEX 40
STA 65
CHA 60
MONEY 452
BOUNTY 9000
WEAPON1 HMACHINE.TXT Ingram Model 10
WEAPON2 HPISTOLS.TXT Baby Tanfoglio
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Custom Kevlar
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC