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Message: <blockquote data-quote="fusangite" data-source="post: 2029185" data-attributes="member: 7240">TB's Champions campaign chronicling the exploits of a superteam known as the Justice Hurricane was like this every week. I was going through a really crappy time in my life and every week, I would travel by ferry from Victoria, BC to Vancouver, BC to play this game. The game, our GM would remark, was originally designed to be like The Watchmen but, within a few weeks, had become The Tick. In one episode, our characters traveled to the Theocracy of North Dakota, ruled by our nemesis, Captain Piety. We attempted a diplomatic route and decided to have dinner with his henchman the Archangel Michael. We dined at the archangel's suburban home but became increasingly hostile as he kept stonewalling our questions. So, he threw us out. Standing on the front lawn, infront of the Anchangel's house, we decided we were not going to take this guff so some of us headed back in. But, as usual, we did so in a completely uncoordinated way. So, while the one character with actual stealth abilities searched the house, several burst in and were soundly trounced by the Archangel and his sidekick, the Armoured Saint. My character, Brown Bear (a cyborg combination of an alien shape-shifter's body and the AI of a children's toy) sensibly decided to tunnel under the house and come up in the basement. But, by the time I had tunneled in, the Archangel had discovered and evicted the stealthy character and successfully defeated all the martial characters. Emerging inside the semi-trashed house, my character discovered he was alone deprived both of backup and of any clear idea of what he'd gone in there for in the first place. So, being an intelligent bear, he bounded upstairs and consumed the entire contents of the Archangel's fridge before being evicted himself. Then there was the awkward period where we all stood on the curb next to the Archangel's house (there were no sidewalks in his neighbourhood) and waited for a taxi to come and pick us up, while the Archangel and the Saint stood stoically on the now-ruined front lawn (thanks to my tunneling) to discourage any attempt to try our "plan" again. Not only had we failed to learn anything during our dinner conversation, we had turned up absolutely nothing in the house, our sole achievement being a permanent souring of relations with our former host. As the cab pulled up, mustering up all his dignity, one of our number walked up to Michael, placed his finger on his chest and declared, "Ya know -- if you'd have just 'fessed up, none of this, and I mean none of this would have happened."</blockquote>

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