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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Man in the Funny Hat" data-source="post: 5232362" data-attributes="member: 32740">The PC "Mexican" standoff in the control room of the Intercontinental Magic Missile (ICMM) silo. The screen asking the fantasy equivalent of "TK-421, why aren't you at your post?"  The entire party not even knowing how to begin a Han Solo-ish attempt at, "Everything under control.  Situation normal," since we'd entered the room pretty much the way they did in Star Wars.  This was followed by the equivalent of, "Guys... there's a red thingy getting closer to the green thingy... I think we're the green thingy..." Everyone left in the room was a PC of mid to high teens in level.  Perhaps as many as 18 PC's in all.  Most of them were good-aligned if not LG.  Four were leaders of their own nations.  One was the highest level cleric in the world as far as anyone knew.  EVERY fighter but one wore girdle/gauntlet combinations.  One paladin of course had a better-than-standard Holy Avenger.  Another paladin had himself enchanted to be giant-sized so he could use a Maul of the Titans.  At least two dwarf fighters had dwarven throwers, one had a "half strength" maul of the titans named Thumper.  One PC, it would be discovered not long after, was actually the leader of a secret organization that specialized in assassinating world figures (which, of course, included the other PC's), keeping their possessions to expand the strength of the organization, and ransoming the corpses back for resurrection. Every PC had enemies and could at least tick off enough potential targets to need two hands. There was, of course, the "launch" button.  It was when one PC finally stated he intended to start launching that suddenly it became VERY clear that... the PC's were in disagreement about the right thing to do.  Threats of a rapid lethal nature were made.  Nobody moved for a while.  Tick.  Tock. Finally someone made a try for the button and blood was drawn.  But it only barely was kept from spiralling out of control.  Somehow though it seemed to relieve the tension in the room.  IIRC, we quickly agreed to only launch at one target which was a mountain fortress known to be populated only by demons/devils and other evil things.  Then we all Word of Recall'ed home. Close movie equivalent might be Reservoir Dogs - except instead of all  bad guys and one good guy pointing guns at each other, there were all good guys with one (unrevealed) bad guy pointing weapons and aiming spells at each other!</blockquote>

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