Real Life Situations

[Mohoender]

Reading what your were saying all on cooperative writing and the like I decided to put this post on IRL weird experiences that I have witnessed, heard of... These might not seem relevant to T2K but they have often inspired me when designing a game session. Of course, I rely a lot on fiction but true life situation are a good source also. Make you think how that can evolved in a T2K world.

I'll start with Portugal with the area where my mother used to live for 20 years.
- When she arrived there, the poorest family in the next village was living in an open cave, being fed by the other villagers (1986). Situation ended in 1987.
- The old local doctor was visiting his patients on horseback until 1995, with two winchesters on the side. That ended in 1995 when he shot one of his employees: the guy had killed is favored horse. During the trial the doctor defence was the following: I owned that guy, I had the right to make justice. He was still alive in 2004, and turned the prison into his own realm, developping a library and several study program for the convicts.
- I was there on vacation during summer time. Suddenly, someone rushed into my room telling me not to go out. One of the employee's father was shooting at us from the hill top. His daughter was pregnant and he wanted her to have an abortion after a 4 month pregnancy (that would have been done with help from the local catholic church). After, several gun shots and when he got clearly outnumbered (20 men had gone out with guns) the father finally left.
- Another year we saw the custom agents (unarmed) rushing into our place with their car. It had taken about 80 bullets hit when they tried to intercept an illegal wine load. Not fleeing at all, the truck turned around and chased the agents for 10 miles. They left (the truck) when my cousin started to fire at them with a submachinegun. Next, day, about twenty custom agents, fully armed this time were searching the area.
- In the next village, a guy raped a girl; he was found hanged at a tree (not sure about that one but like it).
- During a fight, one of my mum's employee assaulted another guy in a bar and bited off his nose (he was really proud of this).
- One of my step father employee was handicaped. Two guys made fun of him. A few years later, one of the guy showed up again. The handicaped one went to take a gun and shot the other one on the spot.
- A guy there had his villa defended by two Bofors L/60 40mm in working order (I don't konw if it is still the case today).
- Last time I was there (2004) an "IRS agent" was driven out of the local wine business with a handgun put on his head.

I'll continue with France.
- While working in one of the wine area I had to cancel a business meeting. The guy had killed one of his neighbour during a hunting party. I asked if they were friend. In fact they were bitter ennemies. As civilized Europeans (over barbaric Americans) we have little gunfights but quite a few hunting accidents.
- One of the truck driver I was working with arrived one day with gun shots in his windshield. Last year, one of my neighbour complaining too much about hunters had a similar experience.
- A few years ago, two gendarmes investigating a farmer too closely got shot down (again we are civilized, we seldom shoot at tourists).
- Another of my clients was having an affair with his neighbour wife. When his neighbour showed up to complain he shot him. She divorced and married him. That guy's brother was living with three women.
- 1995, I was living (for a year) in the worst quarter of Paris. I witnessed numerous fight between jews and muslims (extremist from both sides). A boy was burnt alive outside of his college. Gangs were fighting among each other on a weekly bases. A guy was bitten to death on the sidewalk and my own street was controlled by a biker gang involved in drug and arm traffics. Jews and muslim issue rose again a few month ago (2008). The authorities answer was that it never happened before; that area had always been quite. lol.
- Recently, one of our famed actor (friend with our president) saw his property invaded by independentist Corsicans. The local chief of police was fired as a result. Since, that actor was invited to leave the island where he is not welcomed anymore. Expect is villa to be blown up soon.

I stop here. These are several real facts that can be used to build up atmosphere in T2K games. Most had happened in the 1990's they would be less realistic (may be) today. But I haven't been working with so many people for the last ten years. I like these as I'm a regular person with fairly quite life.

[headquarters]

Originally Posted by Mohoender

Reading what your were saying all on cooperative writing and the like I decided to put this post on IRL weird experiences that I have witnessed, heard of... These might not seem relevant to T2K but they have often inspired me when designing a game session. Of course, I rely a lot on fiction but true life situation are a good source also. Make you think how that can evolved in a T2K world.

I'll start with Portugal with the area where my mother used to live for 20 years.
- When she arrived there, the poorest family in the next village was living in an open cave, being fed by the other villagers (1986). Situation ended in 1987.
- The old local doctor was visiting his patients on horseback until 1995, with two winchesters on the side. That ended in 1995 when he shot one of his employees: the guy had killed is favored horse. During the trial the doctor defence was the following: I owned that guy, I had the right to make justice. He was still alive in 2004, and turned the prison into his own realm, developping a library and several study program for the convicts.
- I was there on vacation during summer time. Suddenly, someone rushed into my room telling me not to go out. One of the employee's father was shooting at us from the hill top. His daughter was pregnant and he wanted her to have an abortion after a 4 month pregnancy (that would have been done with help from the local catholic church). After, several gun shots and when he got clearly outnumbered (20 men had gone out with guns) the father finally left.
- Another year we saw the custom agents (unarmed) rushing into our place with their car. It had taken about 80 bullets hit when they tried to intercept an illegal wine load. Not fleeing at all, the truck turned around and chased the agents for 10 miles. They left (the truck) when my cousin started to fire at them with a submachinegun. Next, day, about twenty custom agents, fully armed this time were searching the area.
- In the next village, a guy raped a girl; he was found hanged at a tree (not sure about that one but like it).
- During a fight, one of my mum's employee assaulted another guy in a bar and bited off his nose (he was really proud of this).
- One of my step father employee was handicaped. Two guys made fun of him. A few years later, one of the guy showed up again. The handicaped one went to take a gun and shot the other one on the spot.
- A guy there had his villa defended by two Bofors L/60 40mm in working order (I don't konw if it is still the case today).
- Last time I was there (2004) an "IRS agent" was driven out of the local wine business with a handgun put on his head.

I'll continue with France.
- While working in one of the wine area I had to cancel a business meeting. The guy had killed one of his neighbour during a hunting party. I asked if they were friend. In fact they were bitter ennemies. As civilized Europeans (over barbaric Americans) we have little gunfights but quite a few hunting accidents.
- One of the truck driver I was working with arrived one day with gun shots in his windshield. Last year, one of my neighbour complaining too much about hunters had a similar experience.
- A few years ago, two gendarmes investigating a farmer too closely got shot down (again we are civilized, we seldom shoot at tourists).
- Another of my clients was having an affair with his neighbour wife. When his neighbour showed up to complain he shot him. She divorced and married him. That guy's brother was living with three women.
- 1995, I was living (for a year) in the worst quarter of Paris. I witnessed numerous fight between jews and muslims (extremist from both sides). A boy was burnt alive outside of his college. Gangs were fighting among each other on a weekly bases. A guy was bitten to death on the sidewalk and my own street was controlled by a biker gang involved in drug and arm traffics. Jews and muslim issue rose again a few month ago (2008). The authorities answer was that it never happened before; that area had always been quite. lol.
- Recently, one of our famed actor (friend with our president) saw his property invaded by independentist Corsicans. The local chief of police was fired as a result. Since, that actor was invited to leave the island where he is not welcomed anymore. Expect is villa to be blown up soon.

I stop here. These are several real facts that can be used to build up atmosphere in T2K games. Most had happened in the 1990's they would be less realistic (may be) today. But I haven't been working with so many people for the last ten years. I like these as I'm a regular person with fairly quite life.

yeah..pretty standard childhood.Summers we would spend in Rangoon where we made meat helmets.hen I was 12 ,I recieved my first scribe..





kidding


Good stuff Mo.

[Krejcik]

lol?

Nothing like that or anything remotely crazy happened to me or anyone I know (Czech Republic, Slovakia, Austria) growing up.

Then again three years ago me and some friends driving through Serbia to go yachting in Greece were held at gunpoint but thats Serbia.

Funny thing about the hunting accident. Here in Czech Republic its VERY difficult to own a gun. Most people to get one (like the few that do own one) have to join a hunter's club so they usually get some hunting rifle.

But out of EVERYONE here I know I think maybe 1 person owns a gun.

Originally Posted by Krejcik

lol?

Nothing like that or anything remotely crazy happened to me or anyone I know (Czech Republic, Slovakia, Austria) growing up.

Then again three years ago me and some friends driving through Serbia to go yachting in Greece were held at gunpoint but thats Serbia.

Funny thing about the hunting accident. Here in Czech Republic its VERY difficult to own a gun. Most people to get one (like the few that do own one) have to join a hunter's club so they usually get some hunting rifle.

But out of EVERYONE here I know I think maybe 1 person owns a gun.

At least one gun per person in the US of A, at least in my realm of friends, is pretty damned standard...and 1 per person is pretty under par if you ask me.

[weswood]

Originally Posted by bigehauser

At least one gun per person in the US of A, at least in my realm of friends, is pretty damned standard...and 1 per person is pretty under par if you ask me.

One per person? That's just not right. A person should have a bare minimum of three- rifle, shotgun, & pistol.

Like I said...one per is just way under par.

[Antenna]

Tell you a story where I overcome a whole factory departments hatred towards me with the help of a simple door. It started way long before my extra work for the finals at a mining company. I had been promsied a office so I could do work. after 4½ months of hell of my 7 months I finally get my office. And I finally get to work and write my work to finish of my course in reality. But the bad thing was I had to have my office door open to the controlroom, so a trick in the bag was to do "the scotty" to talk to the computer and ask for it to compute and work for me without touching any keys or mouse (did the work home at my home for the moment). The workers got really affraid, then when I asked "Do you still hear me computer, do you cope with that last request..." and I start to use keyboard and mouse to work as normal I felt how tense the atmosphere amongs the workers was. Then when I just started to get a feel for more tension I said "Oki computer esper-link up, I need eighteen layers of dimension on the processor." Then workers freaked and one got into my office asking "What are you doing?" I answered in a trance "I wooooooork!". And he turns around running out of my office where the door is open saying "He says what he does!!!" That was enough for me, I shouted towards the computer "WHO THE HELL WAS THAT !" And then turns with fury in my eyes towards the controlroom. It is so freaking silent so you can hear a rat fart in a 5 miles radius. Slowly I get up from my chair asking again "Who the hell was that!". "Was it you!" I point towards the most noiciest of the workers. He just says "no". "SO WHO THE HELL WAS IT!" noone answers and I take a good look on them all (I know who it was.) And then I look on the guilty one, an 350ibs worker who tries diet. And I start talking to him with topics that interupts his diet. Then I get back to my officechair and start to appoulogize the computer for beeing rude and not following rules and seem to have a really tense moment like you really fucked up a relationship with a your dearest thing (the aldy or kids). And suddenly get an explanation from the computer that it wasn't your fault but the workers. And then just SLAMS the door to the office... It takes the boss 7 seconds to get out of his office and he shouts "WHO THE HELL WAS THAT!" I just smiles. I hear thru the door one of the workers starting to explain all that bull with talking with computers etc and after 5 minutes the boss gets into my office without knocking on the door. I sit catatonically there and tries to explain that the computer is dead. The boss starts to say "Talk to the computer again." "It doesn't matter"; I say "she is dead, my wonderful thought disapeered." "You can reconstruct your thought." the boss says. "No not this thought." I say. And then angrilly turns to the boss and saying "You didn't knock on the door, so you just fuck off!"
Policy next in the controlroom is all must knock on office doors when entering.
Then it is 2 o'clock, my smoketime so I get out of my office SLAMS the door and a worker asks "Where are you going?" I just say; "To fuck your wife in the arse!" and take a 15 minutes long smokeing brake and 3 cigarettes, I ask myself where the hell can I find a decent job where I calmly can do a proper job without questions what I had for dinner last night and jokes from the boss on what food I might prefeer or not. So I go in towards the office/controlroom area and there they sit the workers who hasn't moved for 2 hours from their chairs. And the same question arises "Where haev you been?" The answer was "She was firm and nice to me !" and then when I get into my office I SLAMS the door again. The boss is out of his office and shouts teach that spoiled brat how to shut a door. The boss from hell he was and I gonna brake him I thought. One of the workers knocks on the door and tries to harass me into fury. I just take him by the neck and lead him out of MY office with the words "If you have any good to say, then spit it out else keep your hands from my office, you fuck." SLAM.
5 minutes later there is a small knock and the same guy who had no eerand before is back, I gonna teach you how to close the door. So we get out of the office and practice how to shut the door from the OUTSIDE of the office. I get back to my office with a SLAM. 5 minutes later i have an urge of getting to the factory area and gets out silently and say "See I can close the door..." and silently close the door. I go out in the factory for 10 minutes and then get back to the office/controlroom area and into my office witha SLAM.
Next up is meeting with boss I get into the room carefully closes the door, he explains that shuting doors like that is not company policy. "Fuck your wife in the weekend it will be nice for you!" Then I get out of his office with a SLAM in the door. So this keeps up the office for 3 days with me SLAMing the door from one side but not the other. Then the whole office has a meeting with me and the boss will call the police, I say "Yeah why not so they can hear my theory of murder you are cooking on!" The boss just does a big GULP. "But you can hear a little bit of my theory of reversed mill operation instead." And when I expalined some of that new area of knowledge the boss just begs of haveing it that I give it to him. Of course I say "fuck you"

I call it revenge for a bad time at a mining company

Antenna