/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>158567
The flags should go.

>>167543
The flags are a testament to /vint/, but /vint/ notably did not have IDs.

ghosts in videogames

You know you can have up to five images in a single post?

>>189740
I do not care
I must spam ass
>>189739
this is all for tonight tho

Check out the mass combat rules for Savage Worlds or GURPS, both can be applied rather easily to any other system. They're much faster to resolve (an hour tops, including set-up).

Another option would be to check out some rank & flank wargames and convert your party and warband into that system, like Warhammer Fantasy. Then play that out. Honestly, anything else is better than using fanmade or official rules for D&D mass combat.

>>189568
Whenever I do a large-scale combat, it's because the conclusion (outside the player's leg) is predetermined (sometimes success, sometimes failure) and the only real details are specific to the players

>>189568
>3.5e mass combat
Read Heroes Of Battle. It has rules pertain to mass combat, and also to allow PCs to make differences in wars while also being D&D as expected (Victory Points).
I ran the Red Hand Of Doom game on this board, which involves quite a bit of mass combat and war themes, and refers to Heroes Of Battle in several places.
>I break troops up into generic types so they all use a single initiative roll and try to stage their turns as quickly as possible, but still it drags. Any advice?
I am partial to the Mob template from the DMGII for starting armies of 40-50 goblins as a singular creature. Players can either kill individual creatures in the mob, or attack the mob directly.
https://www.realmshelps.net/monsters/templates/mob.shtml

>>189568
>Trouble is, the first and most recent fight took us 3 sessions to resolve, with a sluggish 3-5 rounds per session.
>I break troops up into generic types so they all use a single initiative roll and try to stage their turns as quickly as possible, but still it drags. Any advice?
Question: does your party have an evoker caster with an AoE spell that can wipe out 5-8 low level fodder enemies at once? If not, you should reconsider how you want to run mass combat in your game.
RHoD has an encounter at the beginning of the game that it suggests scaling down if the party doesn't have an AoE caster, because it would take too long and be unfun.

>>189601
>>189609
Just,... get out of CA before you turn gay

>>189609
So we can get to the next adventure.

>>189614
Y RU sad?

>>189615
He's worried people aren't enjoying this adventure currently

>>189617
I am enjoying it. The climax is coming soon, and I want to get to it.

I don't know. I've always meant to jailbreak my old switch, but I haven't turned it on since nintendo started charging for online play.

>>189602
All consoles charge for online now, so I guess nintendo's just following suit (microsoft's been doing it from day one, sony started with ps4 or 5, don't remember). Jailbroken console's good for offline play, but for online play (if you fancy kart or splatoon), you need one dedicated "clean" switch (or switch 2)

>>189585
<Ah yer gon' bump me thread while all this sheit is goin on. Alrigh'.
First off, thats a reasonable analysis of tulpas from a logical position, but metaphysics isn't about logic.
>flavor star
<Es fookin' wrong mate. Sour an bitter are the same fookin thing, and while Ah'm ALL about the spice, it ain't no kinda flavor, it's a form a texture. Aye, things tha' 'AVE spice 'ave flavor, but spicyness its self ain't a flavor. Ah already said its salty, savory, sweet, bitter, umami, with spicyness and mouthfeel/texture as components.

>>169688
I know that cow...

>>189586
I can relent if you want to wait a while and let the insanity subside. I didn't want to be rude and fall out of touch like I did last time.
>First off, thats a reasonable analysis of tulpas from a logical position, but metaphysics isn't about logic.
While true, metaphysics is also used in some contexts to determine or study the nature of reality itself.
Mind you, I have a greatly meticulous, concrete and empirical assessment of the world, and just as well, my understanding of the immaterial is fleeting. As much as I've delved into the occult, I can't help but feel like one of the few who are universally disconnected. Do excuse me if I appear to have a predisposition with logic, as it permeates how I filter and process various ideas.
I feel my tulpa is very much the opposite, as it was her insistence that dissolved the figurative caul from my eyes. Sometimes I really do want to write about my experiences, but feel it's so easy to veer off into schizo territory. That, and I feel that some memories and experiences are too sacred to convey to others. If tulpas are mentally inclined creatures, then the memories we share with them are treasures in a sense.
>Sour an bitter are the same fookin thing, and while Ah'm ALL about the spice, it ain't no kinda flavor, it's a form a texture.
This reminds me about someone on a forum who'd told me about all the spices he purchased from Ayurvedic shops. He said everything had the distinct taste of dirt, and while we joked that he shouldn't have bought spices from an Indian store, I briefly considered that it might have had something to do with how the spices touched his tongue.

>>189588
<Aye, that ye do mate ^_~
>>189589
<If'n ye ain't already figured, Ah'm born o insanity.
>I am the logos and the tulpa is the pathos
That's correct
>spices
It's not like it's flavor powder, you have to introduce spices or it's, well like you say powdered dirt.

>>188096
Shame all this went down the way it did.
I was looking forward to carnitas

I'm drinkan coffee

I mostly use everfree-outpost.com
Not as many features as ponytown but the people there are solid.

I've been asked "how to join" theres no way to join you just have to use the board and not look like a faggot

>>141215
uuuoohhh jorking my peanits

I WISH. I WISH I CAN PLAY IT. I GOT BANNED 5 DIFFERENT TIMES ON 5 DIFFERENT ALTS. ALL BECAUSE I WAS RACIST. ITS LITERALLY 1984. AND I MISS IT.

>>189590
It's nothing like it used to be. A good chunk of the channers on there hang around in a private group, sitting in one spot for days at a time and only responding to their chosen boyfriends.
A year or two ago I got invited in by a friend, only to ultimately be kicked because I didn't jump through all the retarded hoops on the thread. Told me I was a newfag and I need to learn the culture, lol. The irony in this is that I was stampeding with the board on that shithole just about as soon as it had a public build, sorry I'm not a literal homosexual looking to hook up in pt so we can send each other our discord deets and ERP with my new e-boy.
But again, that was a year or so ago, scenes change and that one might be better now idk.

The well defined orbitals - eye sockets - of the leviathan, relative to other whales, is likely welcome to Posey when she places a black gem in each. Posey recites her poem, and reads from the scroll. The text on the scroll fades. For Posey, it is surely as if the world turns. A wave crashes against the beach. Off in the distance, a set of cracks that may be automatic gunfire. But then, In the left orbital of the leviathan skull, the black gem shakes and rattles against the bone, Then it levitates in the air, and starts to spin like a top suspended in air. The gem in the right orbital does the same. Both begin to exude a kind of black smoke as if the gem itself were slowly boiling. The green pony of the survivors, Steppe Eagle, stands up and is unsettled,

"Это работа Чернобога? Проник ли он через чары этой кобылы?"
No one has an answer

The black smoke travels away from the orbital, isinde of the skull of the creature, in its mouth. A luminescent aura can be seen, moving around the bone. It begins to move around the other bones two, travelling through the neck, then through the backbone, and down each rib. It isn't bright to be sure, but there is a definite ghostly glow. All the ponies and the griffins look over towards the sight, with gasps and awe. The spinning gems disappear - or more likely evaporate - leaving only spinning masses of black smoke in the centers of each eye socket.

After another few seconds, the ribs begin to shake. Indeed the whole set of bones seems to shake, as the ribs loosen themselves from the thin topsoil and gravel. Slowly, the set of bones begin to rise upwards, into the air. The bones in the center rise first, but the backbone keeps its integrity, such that the mass culls inwards with the center of the back rising first. But once the ribs are free, the whole mass moves upwards. The skull rises and the black smoke condenses into something more akin to glowing green specks. Bones fly through the air until they form bone fins and the tail, It rises into the air. Only ten feet, perhaps fifteen feet, but levitating all the same.

The black griffin cries out:
"Hvilken trolldom er dette? Er dette det samme som den jævla kronen? Ikke igjen!"

All the ponies and griffins stand back and talk amongst themselves, startled at best, if not outright terrified by what floats before - or above them. The leviathan lowers its skull as if looking down towards Posey, though the skull rises soon enough. Indeed, the whole structure of bones moves at least once in a rhythm doubtless akin to the movement of the great whale in the water. As it moves its fore and tail up and down slowly its marine motion, it seems as if it will call out its whale song, crying out for an unknown purpose, but in a somewhat familiar form, transmitting its music through air rather than water. But it doesn't. In this form, it may not be able to sing at all. After some seconds of slow movement, as if with the waves, it stops moving much at all, but hovers there above the ground.

In the distance, a crack and a loud thud.

>>189517
Silver nods to Black Heel's final statement. "It was reason we came to this island in first place. When my colleague mentioned us 'looting ship', it was airship she was referring to, not yours. But then we encountered one of your possessed sailors on beach, and then we heard your distress call, and our plan changed. We could not just stand idly by and leave you all to your fate." His ears twitch and turn towards the cracks, pops, and thuds in the distance, clearly being signs of the advancing Spetsnaz forces encountering the summoned monsters of the Traveler. "We should be ready to move out momentarily, and not moment too soon. We will be heading to airship while Posey, Garv, and griffons all head back to crashed airplane to collect our MGs and our explosive. They will rejoin our group along our path towards airship. I am glad to have your cooperation, it will be sorely needed if we are all to have chance at survival."

>>189336
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>>189521
Kira is very glad to have Ouroboros' protection as she wades into the water. Rather than the life-sapping coldness that surely would send the warm-blooded but still not acclimated lamia into shock, the water to her feels as if it's exactly the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold, almost perfectly in line with her body temperature. It's the type of water temperature that gives her the urge to pee, though whether she does or not and what it looks like will be left to the viewer's imagination. What is known is that thanks to the strength of her tail giving leverage, the skull is pulled out of the black sand and back onto land, where the next scene takes place.

Kira looks on in awe as the leviathan whale is slowly reanimated, no doubt aware that the clerics of her tribe would condemn the actual action taking place but still amazed at the wonder before her. She lets out a "Wooooooooow..." that sounds like it's coming from the same place of wonderment a foal has seeing the first snows of winter. Looking back at the others in the group, she smiles. "Well, it's not attacking us or anything, so it must have worked! That was amazing, Posey! Are you going to name it?"

>>189518
>The water itself pierces through fur and hide and soon feels like thousands of small needles, prodding straight through to the nerves and sapping out the life force of any living creature who dares touch the water
Posey, despite not being not among the living, recoils anyway. Not from the cold, but from her innate phobia of running seawater.
>>189519
What a glorious beast it must have been in life. Even in death its glory still shines.
Retrieving the head was certainly worth it, as style is no small factor in raising an undead beast.
>After another few seconds, the ribs begin to shake. Indeed the whole set of bones seems to shake, as the ribs loosen themselves from the thin topsoil and gravel. Slowly, the set of bones begin to rise upwards, into the air. The bones in the center rise first, but the backbone keeps its integrity, such that the mass culls inwards with the center of the back rising first. But once the ribs are free, the whole mass moves upwards. The skull rises and the black smoke condenses into something more akin to glowing green specks. Bones fly through the air until they form bone fins and the tail, It rises into the air. Only ten feet, perhaps fifteen feet, but levitating all the same.
>All the ponies and griffins stand back and talk amongst themselves, startled at best, if not outright terrified by what floats before - or above them. The leviathan lowers its skull as if looking down towards Posey, though the skull rises soon enough. Indeed, the whole structure of bones moves at least once in a rhythm doubtless akin to the movement of the great whale in the water. As it moves its fore and tail up and down slowly its marine motion, it seems as if it will call out its whale song, crying out for an unknown purpose, but in a somewhat familiar form, transmitting its music through air rather than water. But it doesn't. In this form, it may not be able to sing at all. After some seconds of slow movement, as if with the waves, it stops moving much at all, but hovers there above the ground.
Pic related
"... Magnificent...!"
Posey is fascinated by the glory of her beautiful crime against nature. She looks up at it in awe and affection.
She reaches a hoof up towards the nose of the beast to see if the creature yet obeys her commands.
"Boop." she beckons

>In the distance, a crack and a loud thud.
What direction is it from?

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>>189521
After Cavaliere gives a final, successful yank on the rope to bring the skull ashore, he anxiously watches the repugnant ritual. The watchful among the party might have seen how he kept a talon near his gun as the titanic skeleton hovered, though he would be all-too-cognizant of how useless one firearm would be against it.

>>189524
Cavaliere glances aside to Posey as he hears Silver speak. "Very well. We don't have any time to lose. I'll keep the griffons together since they are as uncomfortable as any of us."

>>189524
>Are you going to name it?
"I think I'll call it... Monstro."
She refers to the bone lurker
"Your name is Monstro."
>>189562
"Very well." Posey says
she claps her hooves
"Monstro, dearie, please pick me up and carry me after that griffon."

>>189563
Posey would like to climb on the back of the bone lurker and ride it towards the airship we were at last.