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Both are carnivorous bipedal dinosaurs. The deinonychus is, however, one of first and best pieces of evidence pointing to the relationship between birds and dinosaurs. So I'd say you're half right. Fun Fact: A velociraptor is actually smaller than a deinonychus. --ENWorld's lurking...

BOO!

Beaten to the punch.

This would work, mechanically, but I'm not sure if sanity is the way to go. While it is rumored that DarkºMatter grew out of a Call of Cthulhu campaign, nowhere in the setting material does it say that humans are driven insane by odd things. It's more "high strangeness" than "you see cthulhu...

I definitely second Blue Planet. The system is stupid-easy, and it's one of the best and most realistically extrapolated settings around, period. One of the caveats of the game is that life isn't fair, and all men are not created equally, so it requires mature players and a strong GM's guiding...

Would this be d20, or Victory Point?

I'll be sure to get something up right quick.

I know this is kind of last-minute, but do you suppose you could squeeze one more in? I've got an idea for a character, and would live to play in a sane WoT game. (The only other person besides myself who'll run it at home is a little nuts. Lots of fades, Black Ajah, that sort of thing. It...

"Well enough," Carl says, perching on the edge of a table. "We really have to stop meeting like this all the time," he says, gesturing at the body. "People might start getting ideas. We should play golf or something."

Carl exchanges muted pleasantries with those present. "So, what have we got so far?" OOC: Did I find anything in Dr. Garfield's desk?

A good friend of mine died this time last year. He was diagnosed with leukemia and had to get his blood cleaned; they were going to put a shunt in him and scrub him up real nice. The doctor punctured his aorta, and he bled to death on the table. Life is tough, and very short. Good gaming.

Transmute metal to wood. That will handle the tower rather nicely, to say nothing of the golems. After that, light it on fire or something.

Carl tries to smile, but it doesn't really work out as planned. "Sure, no problem. Anything to help." After the man leaves, Carl begins to hastily search through the desk. "There's got to be something here," he says to Spectran. "Nobody blows his own head off without a reason." (Search: 10...

Carl sits heavily, stunned. "Damn. Holy crap."

"Woah! Whoahwhoahwhoah!" Carl jumps up, spilling coffee all over himself. "Owowow! Hold on, Doctor; there's no need to do this." Carl breathes deep, seeking relief from the twin terrors of spilled coffee and tension. "Please, just put down the gun." (Diplomacy: 15 + 7 = 22)

"They both came from the same person? Interesting. May I have a look at them?" Carl looks them over, searching for anything out of the ordinary. (Earth & Life Sciences: 18 + 11 = 29)

"Doctor, you've been very helpful." Carl smiles. "However, one thing is nagging me, and I'm afraid we're not gonna be able to let it go. Being police and all, you see." He frowns, then continues. "Since, as you stated a moment ago, Ms. Jakes isn't our link, it's got to be something else."...

Carl furrows his brows, thinking for a minute. "Can you disclose anything pertaining to the disappearance of Robert Hosterman? Two patients, both waiting for organ transplants, both of whom had contact with the same woman before vanishing? It seems a bit coincidental, to my mind." Carl...

Carl smiles. "I'd love some coffee." He offers his hand to Dr. Garfield. "I'm Carl Smith, with the city ME. This is Detective Spectran, and our shackled friend here is Mr. Angelica. What can you tell us about the McNaghtan"

Carl smiles. "I'd love some coffee." He offers his hand to Dr. Garfield. "I'm Carl Smith, with the city ME. This is Detective Spectran, and our shackled friend here is Mr. Angelica. What can you tell us about the McNaghtan"