Slot 1: Paranoia
Steve, the Science Officer, who was great at fiddling with machines and fixing things. Otherwise he was dense as lead and dumber than a post, slowly stumbling through obvious implications and taking something like two minutes to decide to cut the wire to the self-destruct bomb. Managed to save us from radiation, but did not manage to stop asking who the "No One" was that was allowed to be near the stealth train.
Slot 2: Roasters
Mitchell, the guy in sales. Y'know honestly I think every attempt at talking, diplomacy, or persuasion except for the last one ended not only in failure but in my character getting manhandled, punched, and tiger clawed. I'm really not sure how I was supposed to be a good salesman. Roasters was a hell of a good time though.
Slot 3: Robot Apocalypse
Fredericks, the guy who had one good stat: combat. That was my only good roll during character reaction. We didn't actually stop the robot apocalypse, but we learned enough to drop it on someone else's jurisdiction, so it was a job well done.
Slot 4: Mobile Frame Gundam
Darryl Archideld, loyal Titans officer. My decision to blow myself up in a suicide attempt to kill a Newtype was ABSOLUTELY NOT
part of any denial of my own Newtype status because THERE'S NOTHING TO DENY I WAS 100% HUMAN
Slot 5: Genesys
Sinxim, the Gnomish Inquisitor who somehow completely missed that he was travelling with a shadow mage for the entire adventure, even though we had like five incredibly nerdy conversations about magic. There was no shadow mage. The evil smoke coming out of his staff was just special effects, and I
certainly never saw him doing anything deviant or evil.
Slot 6: Magic
I played myself and became a man who possesses salt. Salt that I will resolve next year. In blood
Or by beating people at a trading card game.
Azhrei Vep wrote:Slot 4 - Mobile Frame Gundam: Totally got bait-and-switched. This was not powered by the Apocalypse in the slightest. But, once things got explained and moving, it was cool anyway. I was Glenallen Mixam, the fanatically loyal commander of the Titans' Themis Squad, out to bring order and righteousness to the solar system, no matter how many people's necks I have to put my boot to. When called to make a personal attack, I considered reminding someone that they work for space Nazis all that really needed to be said, made a habit of piloting out of date MSes, and eventually sacrificed myself to save a squadmate in the climactic battle at the Gryps orbital laser.
Glen... were we the baddies?