From: owner-the-edge-digest@ (The Edge Digested) To: the-edge-digest@robin-nvh.bvsd.k12.co.us Subject: The Edge Digested V1 #2 Reply-To: the-edge@robin-nvh.bvsd.k12.co.us Sender: owner-the-edge-digest@ Errors-To: owner-the-edge-digest@ Precedence: bulk The Edge Digested Thursday, October 30 1997 Volume 01 : Number 002 Today's subjects from The Edge: [The Edge] [Fwd: Round Robin] [The Edge] Digest Re: [The Edge] Strange OtE Variant ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 16:40:25 -0600 From: "Paul J. Lareau" Subject: [The Edge] [Fwd: Round Robin] This is a multi-part message in MIME format. - --------------1543001FA5C9F7973E2E68C1 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lets try that again! - -- Paul J. Lareau - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [POST] 135 E. Viking Dr. #301, Little Canada MN 55117 USA [HOME PAGE] http://www.wavefront.com/~pjlareau/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --------------1543001FA5C9F7973E2E68C1 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Return-Path: Received: from fd01ex03.federated-dept-stores.com by wavefront.wavefront.com (8.6.10/SMI-4.1.R931202) id OAA12136; Wed, 29 Oct 1997 14:20:15 -0600 Received: by fd01ex03.federated-dept-stores.com with SMTP (Microsoft Exchange Server Internet Mail Connector Version 4.0.995.52) id <01BCE47E.4594C080@fd01ex03.federated-dept-stores.com>; Wed, 29 Oct 1997 15:21:04 -0500 Message-ID: From: "Hall, Kevin (Burdines)" To: "'pjlareau@wavefront.com'" Cc: "'malcolm@io.com'" Subject: Round Robin Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 15:21:00 -0500 X-Mailer: Microsoft Exchange Server Internet Mail Connector Version 4.0.995.52 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit [Not quite dead yet, no, I'm not.] Paul, this is Malcolm operating under an alternate identity. I don't have the list of authors with me right now, but wanted to send along my section before you all assumed I was dead. Would you mind terribly forwarding this to the others, as well as the list? I should be back from the other side by tomorrow... Thanks! == Malcolm Round Robin == And She Was... == The sun was barely up, and already the stink of the street brought tears to Jaz's eyes. She hated everything about coming to Four Points, - the stench, the way the low-lifes piled in drifts in dead-end alleys, the despair which radiated from the eyes of those still pretending to live. Mostly, though, she hated the need which drove her here every week, into the barrio where she was born. She walked cautiously but steadily through the alley behind Seong-Ji's Well Meats. The alley was largely deserted, save only for a few rather large rats congregated by the dumpster. Jaz sighed, trusting her dreams well enough to know she wasn't alone. She listened a moment, then moved to the stained shipping box near the end of the alley. Carefully she lifted the flap with her white-gloved hand. The man curled inside was of indeterminate age and race, the only certainty being that he was somewhat older than the filth which encrusted him. His eyes were open and staring, their wetness the sole indicator that he was still living. In his hands he was clutching a small metal box, clutching it so tightly that his fingers seemed bent by the strain. "And what do you have, my friend? Is this what I am looking for?" Jaz closed her eyes, then breathed deeply through her nose. She gagged instantly, wiping her tearing eyes. Yes, she thought, this is the item I need. As Jaz bent to take the box from him there came a snap, and one of the man's fingers shifted ominously. Clearly a change of tactic was warranted. Her hand slipped into a pocket of her white linen suit and withdrew a compact cell phone. She punched a speed-dial number, and paused briefly. "I need a pick up, please. From near Seong-Ji's in Four Points, to Talos Tower in Wings. No, non-hazardous, but a bit of lifting. Yes, I have an account. My name is Jasmine. Yes, thank you." She snapped the phone closed and returned it to her pocket. "Well, my friend, let's go for a ride, shall we? And try not to break anymore fingers, okay?" She gripped the flap of the box in both hands and began tugging it toward the sun at the alley's end. As the box moved, long black centipedes scurried from beneath it and up the bricks of the wall. Jaz reeled again from the stench. In a moment a sleek black sedan drove slowly past the alleyway. Jaz raised her hand, and the taxi stopped immediately. The driver helped her lug the box toward the car and loaded it into the trunk. (He either didn't notice or didn't mind the smell.) Jaz got in the back seat, and the car sped away. *** The driver closed the door behind himself, after helping Jaz bring the box and cargo from the freight elevator to her apartment. It was a study in contrast: the sparsely furnished room, antiseptically clean, with a breathtaking view of the Edge through the sliding door to the balcony, and then this grimy, stained cardboard box sitting in the patch of morning sun like a turd. She glanced over her shoulder to make certain the locks bolted themselves, then took a knife from her desk and began cutting away the box. Another of the contents fingers had broken during the trip, and badly, this time. A small puddle of blood had dried where the bone splinter was scraping the green metal of the box. Jaz sighed, and began muttering under her breath. "This is obviously more than mania, even for a low-life. This is mystic shit. And before lunch, no less." She walked over to the kitchen, and put water on for coffee. After a moment, she added more to the pot. If she was able to wake this one up, he might appreciate it. "Might make him more coherent, too," she thought aloud. Then she walked to the man, and sat on the floor beside him. "Well, friend, shall we begin?" She reached back and untied her long black hair, then reached into her silk blouse and pulled out a small silver medallion. An iridescent stone was set in the silver, which caught the light and sent fragmented reflections across the unmoving body. She removed her left glove, and began stroking the stone with her fingertips, caressing it as if a lover. Then she reached out and touched the forehead of the man. "Nice to meet you, Grant. You're in a bit of a bind, aren't you? Let's see if we can't get you out." She closed her eyes and began to hum, softly and tunelessly. Something astral had gotten hooks deep into this guy, and it would take her a little work to pry them out without killing him. Jaz hoped that what was in the box was worth the cost of disinfecting her apartment, but her intuition told her it was. And her intuition was never wrong. - --------------1543001FA5C9F7973E2E68C1-- *#* You recieved this message because you are subscribed to *#* *#* the-edge. For help, send mail to owner-the-edge@robin.ml.org *#* ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 16:28:17 -0700 From: tstone@robin-nvh.bvsd.k12.co.us Subject: [The Edge] Digest Okay. I've finally gotten digest to work. If you wish to recieve messages in a bunch (roughly everyday or 4000 lines, wichever comes first), send the following message to majordomo@robin.ml.org subscribe the-edge-digest your@email.add (I should note that the your@email.add is always optional if you just want to take the value that will be in the from: header). Also, you can browse past digests at http://robin.ml.org/~tstone/onte/the-edge-digest.archive/ I was going to make it FTPable too, but had a fight with the FTP server and didn't really want to bother with it. Maybe soon... ### Trevor Stone # New Vista Computer Admin # tstone@robin.ml.org [O] ### http://robin.ml.org/~tstone/ Curses, contests, games, etc. [O] ### Everybody has their 15 minutes in the shade. Yours start right now. [O] ### Curse of the moment: Thou gnarling ill-composed snipe! ### *#* You recieved this message because you are subscribed to *#* *#* the-edge. For help, send mail to owner-the-edge@robin.ml.org *#* ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 16:56:29 -0800 (PST) From: Yanni Cooper Subject: Re: [The Edge] Strange OtE Variant Ok here's my suggestion, take it, leave it, or change it as you will... NOTE: I use _ to represent Blanks - - = Failure (Cancels + before _) _ = Moderate Success + = Much Success This way if you roll -,_,+ you get a net Moderate Success. If you roll -,-,+ it's a failure while -,+,+ would be a good showing ... or whatever Another possible way to do it is subtract 2 from each die, this gives -2,-1,0,1,2, & 3 as possible results.. You could then allow a person to roll dice up to their trait and add the total to their trait. Here's an example using "myself": Yanni Run screaming from danger: 3 Design new rules: 2 I attempt to come up with a new set of rules and roll two dice, I get a -1, and a 1 for a net result of 2. Ed (who's got a 4 in designing rules) rolls a -2,-1,1, and 1 for a net result of 3. Even though his mean roll was worse then mine, he has more skill and his greater success can be attributed to proofreading his rules and playtesting them harder then I did. On with the example: Me and Ed present our rules to the judge and while he's looking them over I grab the prize and run. Ed starts after me immediatly and the judge is soon on my trail as well. I roll -2,1, & 3 ... 5 total Woohoo I'm bookin' it. Ed has Run like Hell at 2 and rolls -1, 2 for a toal of 3. Judge gets a penalty die because he was behind the desk: His penalty roll is 3 (Uh oh), and he has Chase down Miscreants at 4: -2,-1,2,3 for a total of 6... Damn he's got me... but wait we forgot about the penalty die... let's see 6-3 =3. If they had Work as a Team for at least 2 points between them they coulda kept up with me. Hrmm... I like this... feel free to use it, but please don't sell it unless you gimme a cut. (: - -Yanni - ---David Ebrey wrote: > > > > Now, I suppose if you really wanted to, you could use Fudge > >dice, but you'd have to remember that a single increase in a trait > >represents a more than doubling in ability (work out the probabilities > >for yourself if you need proof of this). Because of this, the correct > >way to apply Fudge dice to WaRP would be more like this: > > Each player has scores equal to 4 times his or her trait. > > A player may roll a number of Fudge dice less than or equal to > >his or her score. So if you have a 4D trait, you start with 16, and > >can roll up to 4 fudge dice, but may roll as few as zero if you don't > >want to take a risk of them turning against you (especially useful > >against an inferior opponent, since more randomness would simply > >decrease your chances). Bonus and penalty dice work normally, and > >blowing the top or bottom off should work (with the OPTION, not the > >requirement to roll another die on a bonus) by marking one +2 and one > >-2 on each die (because otherwise, there's no bonus in rolling more > >dice, as any increase will allow you another chance at an increase). > > The suggestion I just sent in (involving automatic "+"s and "-"s) is > essentially the same as this, except that in this case traits are much more > important than in the system I laid out (for me a superior trait would need > 2 "-"s to cancel out, and for you it would need 8, which is virtually > impossible (since you can only roll 4 dice, and thus would have to blow the > bottom off, and choose to keep on rolling). The system I put forward > doesn't really put a cap on possibility; you could theoretically roll as > many dice as you wanted. Whether this is good or not is questionable (your > blowing the top would allow for anything as well, but there would be a much > lower chance of higher or low level things happening, since all of the dice > would have to be "+"s or "-"s), but it is the case none-the-less. > > David > - ----------------------------------------------------------------------- > But hold your thought back from this way of inquiry, > and do not let habit based on much experience force you along this way, > wielding an aimless eye, an echoing ear, > and a tongue; but judge by logos the refutation full of strife > spoken by me. > > The Poem of Parmenides > > > *#* You recieved this message because you are subscribed to *#* > *#* the-edge. For help, send mail to owner-the-edge@robin.ml.org *#* > _____________________________________________________________________ Sent by RocketMail. 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