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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Horacio" data-source="post: 293788" data-attributes="member: 82">It seems that trying to post all the first session in a post would mean a way too long post, so I'm cutting it in several small parts.In the first part of the session (the prologue), the four players took the role of some secondary members of the cast. Dandy player took Agent Stevens and Rubbergirl ran Agent Sanders, two policemen assigned to guard a theorically easy prisoner. Grenadier player was a lawyer too heroic for his own welfare and Blueskin player was a chinese cleaning woman who incidently, was a Martial Arts expert (my little homage to Doc Midnight's Six in the Chamber story hour). The first part of the session seemed directly taken from a Tarantino movie or a Feng Shui game.G.A.R.S. Chapter 1: Lost old ironPrologue, part 1'Red Hair' Mark knew he had lost, even if he didn't fully understand why. That dammed Sentinels! He had thought New York to be a city as easy as Golden Apple, and it was... for a time. Until that silly clown, Defender, and his super powered friends, discovered his hideout and caught him. Dammed Defenders! Now he was there, in the waiting room of the Golden Apple Hall of Justice, where he was going to be judged, and as sure as his father was an old drunk, he was going to be sent to the Nohope, in the Death Valley, California, for at least ten years . A full paid trip to nowhere.The cop who was watching him was a veteran, surely a full trained member of the APHSWAT, and he had one of that new electric gun capables of delivering 15.000 volts at 30 yards. And two other cops were waiting outside, a big guy and a pretty girl... He hadn't going to see many girls in Nohope... He hadn't any chance.Then the policeman took his hands to his head and made a grimace of intense pain and, suddenly, he fell on the ground bleeding from his ears and nose. Before 'Red Haired' could move, he heard a voice in his head.Don't move! I can make you suffer the same fate that the cop, and believe me, you wouldn't love it, so remain calm. I offer you freedom. I offer you a chance of revenge. I offer you more power that you could even dream. But you will have to obbey me.You have a choice, Mark. You can take the offer, or you can remain here, and add policeman killing to your list of crimes. They punish policeman killing with the electric chair, do you knew it? What's your choice?<img src="http://www.drowstar.com/gars/images/banner03.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />From the report of Agent Claire Sanders, Golden Apple Police DepartmentIt was going to be a quiet day. In fact it was a very special day. Kyle, I mean, Agent Stevens was going to be transfered to homicides, he was going to be a detective. Kyle...Agent Sanders interrupts her declaration and weeps.I'm sorry... So we had been asigned to a routine task of custody of a prisoner in the Hall of Justice. The prisoner's name was Mark Arlington, know as Red Hair Mark, he was accused of bank theft and use of illegal weaponary, he used to hold up bank  with a pair of energy guns. He hadn't killed anybody... yet...Agent Sanders interrupts her again declaration and weeps. We suggest placing her under psycological help, she seems to be under post-traumatic shock.Even if Mr. Arlington wasn't a parahuman strictely speaking, he was placed under the direct surveillance of a member of the APHSWAT (Anti Para Human Special Weapons And Tactics team), Sgt. Smith. The judge was going to call for Mr. Arlington, and he waited, with Sgt. Smith, in a room near the courtroom. Agent Stevens and me were waiting outside the room, ready to act if Sgt. Smith called for us.Suddenly, the door opened and Sgt. Smith was projected into the corridor. A passerby cried. Agent Stevens and me reached our weapons and ordered the prisoner to go out of the room with the hands under the head. The prisoner looked at as and smiled. The bastard did smile! And suddently, he wasn't there. He dissapeared!<img src="http://www.drowstar.com/gars/images/banner03.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Next one this afternoon <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Your comments are always welcome!</blockquote>

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