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HWYNDHAM.NPC
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1995-09-03
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FILE HWYNDHAM.NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You hear an electronic whirr and notice some kind of toaster on wheels round
a corner and head towards you. You step to the side and it steers to lock back
on to you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Brrr..." Some robots don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The toaster is small and difficult to hit as it zips around on its wheels.
It has no difficulty hitting you though. You take hit after hit of damage
from a small laser it's equipped with. The last hit takes you down. It's
horrible smelling your own flesh burning as everything fades to black.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The toaster can't move around particularly quick. Not nearly quick enough
to avoid your hits. Your last one finishes it and it sits there motionless
and smoking just a little.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Toaster
LEVEL 7
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 25
MEL 15
RAN 80
DEX 45
STA 43
CHA 45
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 67
WEAPON1 HROBOT.TXT Toasting Laser
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HROBOT.TXT Tin Toaster Box
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
The sound of a laser blast landing right next to you breaks your wishful
day-dreaming. You spin around and see a large television, on a wheeled stand,
looking at you. The picture on the screen is of a large eye-ball and it does
in fact seem to be watching you. Two small, and cheap, robot arms have been
added to the sides, one of which is holding a remote control pointed at you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Whir..." Some robots don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
You land some good hits, but the television hardly misses. Laser blasts
rip you apart, throwing you to the floor. It keeps firing, with exactness,
until you've stopped moving and breathing.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The television is so big it makes a great target. Without hardly even
trying, you quickly take it out. It sits there quiety sparking and smoking
on top of it's wheeled stand.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Eyeball Television
LEVEL 7
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 35
MEL 15
RAN 90
DEX 35
STA 51
CHA 35
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 71
WEAPON1 HROBOT.TXT Remote Laser
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Ahead, some kind of self-automated mannequin wheel towards you carrying one
of those Sonny 1500 disc CD players from a stereo. It must have some kind of
optics hooked up because it corrects it's path as you move around.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Click..." Some robots don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
It fires out CDs like a gun, except these CDs are finely sharpened and cut
easily into you every hit you take. The last one hits you right in the throat
taking you down, bleeding like a fountain. Music comes alive from the CD
Mannequin, but the sounds quickly fade as the lights go out.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The CD Mannequin can shoot well, but can't manuover quickly enough to avoid
your hits. Your last one knocks it to the floor, sparking. You watch as the
power to the deck slowly fades.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME CD Mannequin
LEVEL 7
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 25
MEL 25
RAN 81
DEX 41
STA 56
CHA 45
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 68
WEAPON1 HROBOT.TXT CD Shooter
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HROBOT.TXT Steel CD Case
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You hear a gun cock and spin around to see who it is, however, you don't
initially see anyone.
<BLAM!>
A shot hits the wall right next to you, looking around a little closer this
time, you suddenly notice a very small man standing near you holding a very
small gun. He appears to be some kind of G.I.Joe action figure brought to life
by an internal CPU and a little robotics. The way he's holding his small gun,
you don't get the feeling he's come out to play.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Click..." Some robots don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
It's so hard to effectively hit the little G.I.Joe. He's too small and
moves so fast. His gun does hardly any damage, but he scores enough hits to
finally bring you down. You lie on the floor, bleeding, close to death, and
watch as your opponent jumps up and down cheering in front of your nose.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Just a few good hits take the little G.I.Joe-man down. You quickly walk
over and stomp your boot down on him, ending any possibility of the fight
continuing.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Little G.I.Joe
LEVEL 7
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 5
MEL 5
RAN 87
DEX 71
STA 25
CHA 55
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 44
WEAPON1 HROBOT.TXT Little Toy Gun
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HROBOT.TXT Toy Body Armour
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You hear the whistling of a tune, but it's electronic, not human. Looking
around a corner, you see a man-sized robot cleaning the place up. It's
currently sweeping the floor. You clear your throat to get its attention. It
looks up at you, smiles, puts down its broom, and pulls out a SMG. Then it
just stands there like it's waiting for you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Hello not-Master-Chris," the cleaner says as a greeting. "Do you have
another place for me to clean? I have a long list, but I'd be glad to get to
it as soon as I'm able. Of course the request must come from Master-Chris..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Cleaner's range combat skills are programmed well and it just rips you
apart with its SMG. "Oh, what a mess," the Cleaner says as it wheels over to
your heavily bleeding body. "Now I'll have to clean up this also..." It goes
back to sweeping the floor as it did before you interrupted it, leaving you to
slowly die.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
You make some great hits knocking the Cleaner down. It moves slowly, trying
to right itself, but you see it's power slowly fade, leaving it a pile of scrap
metal and computer chips.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Robot Cleaner
LEVEL 7
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION helpful
COMBATTYPE range
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
STR 45
MEL 35
RAN 75
DEX 45
STA 58
CHA 65
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 82
WEAPON1 HMACHINE.TXT .45 M3 SMG
WEAPON2 HROBOT.TXT Broom
ARMOUR HROBOT.TXT Cleaning Plate
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC