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#peladadosamigos #timeverde #timevermelho #amigoseirmaos #barbio 💂 #blessed🙏 (em Cariacica)

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Vai que cola!?!?! É o número de hoje!!!! #B13 #Barbio 💂 (em Campo Do Bandejão)

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Gilcent, my most prominent character in Barbio's Darkstorm, once got a serious reward from the Patron Leviathan for a mission well done. An amulet with no descriptive powers or obvious use. Barbio you bastard. After a few sessions and experimenting, I figured out his puzzle and found out it would let Gilcent teleport in and out of the incredibly dangerous Astral, where the game's magical beasts and demons spawn. And with a little know how and criminal talent Gilcent found be could go anywhere Leviathan had power, in only minutes. A skeleton key for half the universe. I immediately left the party and put Gilcent on vacation. After literal months of failed missions and spending every asset Gilcent had to keep the party afloat, I forced another player to give it a try while Gilcent took it easy. Barbio gave him Tumors and heart related problems, but it was worth it

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One time we accepted a wetwork job while Barbio was running. Our best low profile plan was to off the political target in his own car, make it look like an accident. So we send our party's psionic, a constantly addled stoner dreamed up as the player's ideal lifestyle. It works out since the player is constantly freezing up and fails often at critical thinking. This time we send him to the privately owned company that chauffeurs our target every morning. "Find out what you can about the cars. If you can find out about his driver, that's even better" We tell him. And when be walks into the lobby, the receptionist greets him and asks his well dressed character: "Hello! Are you here for the investors tour?" To which his immediately responds: "No!" Barbio threw him every bone he could and reminded him of his ability to affect minds after his bluff to take back what he had said failed. "I want to apply for a job" That was what he came up with after five minutes of thinking. This set the tone for the entire mission.

[aaquian]

Once during a party downtime of the session, where everyone was crafting stuff and unwinding after a particularly hard set of missions, one of the players took the time to go do a simple bounty on an alternative character the GM, barbio, let him have. And while he plays the alt character, Barbio takes over his main character and plays him better than the player ever could. And this players main character was the overly psychopathic gnome with the magic touch for technology. On his way out of the ship, the alt character sees the gnome dangling off one of the ships protrusions, tied at the feet. He's usually kept like that when he has a particularly insane idea. And at the Gnome's request, the alt character fetches him a bottle of chocolate syrup. And then climbs onto the protrusion and pours it on the Gnome, thinking he wanted a snack "Stop That You Idiot! What are you doing? Who DRINKS chocolate syrup? Are you insane?" The alt drops the syrup bottle down to him on that nugget of wisdom and leaves while the Gnome uses it to battle hungry seagulls. Game hours later when he's returned from the bounty, the Gnome has escaped and is holding the entire party hostage in a corner, an IED almost as large as him in his hands above him and my character asking how he managed to do all of this with a bottle of chocolate syrup. After meeting his demands of wetnaps and clean pants, he brings the IED down "Now. This may come as a surprise, but..." He breaks the IED open "I was bluffing!" The security chief tackles him as hard as he can and starts beating him "Ah! You called my bluff!"

[aaquian]

Of all the games I've run, player character Zim Rain of Star Wars d20 is the most powerful and successful. I like to play characters who worship him and follow his very poor, very impulsive ways That was how I ended up with a bard going through the discarded pants of everyone in a very active orgy beneath a tavern, planting gold coins stolen from a very rich drunk for fun and to kill time while the party leader took care of a plot mission. That is also how a very dim witted player ended up on the business end of a naked angry orc. He decided, as a frontline fighter, to try and stealthily go through the pants and see what I was doing. It ended about as well as you'd think.