in_nomine-digest Saturday, August 10 2002 Volume 01 : Number 2738 In this digest: Re: IN> Hi from a new reliever/imp/gremlin IN> Re: in_nomine-digest V1 #2737 IN> Uh, missend! Re: IN> A theory on God IN> A new theory on God IN> Hi from a new reliever/imp/gremlin IN> The Holy Copier IN> Slow in here, or just me? Re: IN> The Holy Copier Re: IN> Hi from a new reliever/imp/gremlin IN> The Divine Mr. Coffee IN> Well, I'm off for a week... RE: IN> Well, I'm off for a week... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2002 22:07:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Kanako Otaku Subject: Re: IN> Hi from a new reliever/imp/gremlin Ah, new blood. Stay here, you'll be in a Choir or Band in no time flat. =====

"If there wasn't evil on every single being on the planet, Hell wouldn't be here."

__________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search Thousands of New Jobs http://www.hotjobs.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2002 14:34:43 +0800 From: Manny Nepomuceno Subject: IN> Re: in_nomine-digest V1 #2737 >Date: Thu, 08 Aug 2002 18:22:08 -0400 >From: "S.D." >Subject: IN> A request... > >...awhile back, someone wrote a story - I can't remember the title, but it >involved Nybbas' return to Perdition after the death of his Role, and a >note from Eli. I'm relatively sure it was posted to the ML, but I haven't >been able to find it in my archives. > >If anyone saved this or has a link to the file, or if the original >author's reading, can you please e-mail it to me at dragon48@ptd.net ? > >Thanks in advance, > > ~S.D. Ryukage Here you go. Sorry for the bad formatting. Turns out it's one of Moe's after all. ;) Manny Neps Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 20:48:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Maurice Lane Subject: IN> Twang. (Crossposted to .innomine) Beats me why I wrote it. I was humming some old Meat Loaf songs again this morning; maybe that was it... Moe Nybbas returned to applause. When you're the Prince of the Media, you quickly learn to distinguish between various types of applause. There's many kinds, ranging from 'I'm applauding because I really don't want to die' to 'I'm applauding because everyone else is' to 'I'm applauding because it's finally over and I can go back to what I was originally doing'. Plus, of course, 'I'm applauding because I'm a good little bootlicking toady' - but that's practically part of Perdition's background noise anyway. However, this particular time the applause had an odd note to it. The note was, freakishly enough, sincerity. The decorations had obviously been set up on short notice, but were impressive for all that. Monitors flanked the broad clearing; on each one was a montage of scenes from the Prince's recent Role on Earth as a superstar musician, up to and including the fiery car crash that culminated it. Every spare speaker in Perdition had been dragooned into playing Nybbas' signature song from that Role - a song that was now assured even more airplay, even more obsession, even more influence for the foreseeable future. Nybbas had timed things perfectly; he had 'died' at the height of his Role's popularity, and there were plenty of previously recorded tracks available to keep the hype going - not to mention control musical tastes for the next ten years. In short, it was a virtuoso performance that had impressed even the most jaded. The applause had by now grown to deafening levels - then shut off with a shocking finality. The crowd of demons rippled as each one went to one knee (or equivalent), showing their obeisance to their Prince. The silence was broken only with the sound of hundred of thousands of autograph books opened and proffered. Nybbas grinned and raised his hands. "What can I say, baby?" The traditional response shook the Principality. "LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG AND LEAVE A GOOD-LOOKING CORPSE!" The crowd did not, of course, carry him to his office - - - even under these unusual circumstances, Hell is not a place to be too familiar - but it was still an amazingly jovial and enthusiastic progression, all the same. Demons are not given towards showing appreciation for another's abilities, but there is such a thing as professional pride. Nybbas had just once again personally demonstrated that he was, indeed, THE MAN - and incidentally made all of their jobs easier. Besides, it wasn't showing weakness if everybody else was doing it, too. Also, of course, no one in the crowd even thought to speculate about presuming to follow Nybbas into his inner sanctum. If he needed any of them, he'd say so. If he didn't... well, better not to spoil the Prince's mood. Once in his office, the Prince relaxed. Seated in his favorite chair, finest cigar in his mouth, his face was unwontedly serene as he perused the ever-shifting monitor bank in front of him. It was all good, baby. Until, of course, it wasn't. Nybbas had by now worn his trademark smile for so long that it was a real effort to remove it - but for once it went away normally as he stared out into nothing. After a certain amount of time, he stood, opened a desk drawer, pulled out a key and walked over to a cabinet. Inside the cabinet were a variety of musical instruments: all glittery and ornate, of course, but of undeniable quality. Nybbas removed the guitar, brought it over to an amp and plugged it in. Then, he began to play. The tune that he expertly performed was the same as the one that heralded his arrival, but the Prince didn't play it even remotely like he had a thousand times on Earth. He played it... hesitantly, carefully. Various bars would be replayed, as if he was trying to hear something, or else bring something forward. After running through the song several times, Nybbas began to sing along, again almost seeming to be trying to hear for some undetermined note or lyric. His facial expressions were partly obscured by his glasses, of course - but his very posture declared that he was looking for something that not even he was sure existed. Eventually, he stopped, shrugged, unplugged the guitar and put it back in the cabinet. Still obviously vaguely dissatisfied, Nybbas turned - and froze. There was a bulky envelope on his desk. It took some time before the Prince of the Media could be satisfied that the envelope and its contents weren't about to explode, implode or otherwise attack him. It took some more time before he could bring himself to open it; there was a lingering smell to it that Nybbas was grimly sure that he recognized. Inside the envelope were a folded note and a standard audiocassette tape. Being Nybbas, he naturally accessed the latter first, not even bothering to use a tape deck. What was on it shocked him. It was his song. Well, it was mostly his song. 99.99% his song. There were minute changes: very, very minute. A few words were pitched slightly differently, or altered. The notes had been moved up or down in a few places. The overall speed was somewhat slower. It was instantly recognizable - and, somehow, so very, very different than his version. So much better. Nybbas could hear the improvement, and knew that this was what he had been hearing in his head, all along. He also knew that, once humanity heard this version, a thousand cover bands would immediately switch to the new arrangement. Somehow, he knew that humanity would hear this arrangement. It didn't destroy his success - it did something worse. It used it. After a while, he opened the note. It was, of course, from that eternal thorn in his side. The tape, envelope and note impacted the wall so hard that they left dents - but, afterwards, the Prince of the Media angrily set up the guitar again and replayed the song, using the new arrangement. After playing through the entire number, Nybbas simply stood there, his face only slowly losing its furious expression. Reluctantly, he nodded. It did work better - but, by Lucifer, it was still his Goddamned song, not Eli's. He made it, not the Archangel of Creation, and no amount of the latter's tweaking could take that accomplishment away from him. It was not until quite some time later that it occurred to Nybbas that possibly that had been Eli's real point all along... ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 04/13/02(this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com - ------------------------------ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2002 14:37:46 +0800 From: Manny Nepomuceno Subject: IN> Uh, missend! Hey, Apologies for posting that to the list. I thought I'd edited the to: field, but I was sadly mistaken. Again, my sincere apologies. ;) Manny Neps http://www.geocities.com/angeloffools ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 19:29:02 +0930 From: "G N E Z D A" Subject: Re: IN> A theory on God "The War is God's nternal struggle between his Destiny, and his Fate. Of course, Selflessness and Selfishness don't mean much if Self is all there is - so perhaps it's more of a struggle between self-preservation and self-annihilation." Perhaps Self *isn't* all there is. Perhaps Self is all there is on *this* plane. Okay, that doesn't make much sense. What I'm getting at is all the sources about God imply He created the universe, yet this 'Universe' just happens to consist purely of this one little rock called Earth. Perhaps God is the creator of Earth, and all the other planets have their own little God-creators. Perhaps all the God-creators with any real talent have left their first little planet and gone off and made another planet, and another, and another. Kinda like boy-scouts selling cookies. The good little boy scouts go to every house they can find and sell boxes of cookies, the lousy ones sit at home and gobble them all up and get fat. :) Perhaps God's stayed with this world because he hasn't the talent to create more planets (Earth was pot-luck for Him), perhaps He *has* left and made other planets or perhaps, after making Earth, He decided to go back to his bedroom and eat all the God-cookies. :) Just a few none-too-serious remarks. :) "I wish I could get the hang of this whole 'God' business." - - God - --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.381 / Virus Database: 214 - Release Date: 2/08/2002 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 19:56:40 +0930 From: "G N E Z D A" Subject: IN> A new theory on God Okay, here's my theory on God. God is a role-player and all the planets out there are his scrapped attempts at making the Ultimate Character. He starts off making a few pretty lousy dice-rolls- gets poor size for some of them, poor temperature for others, etc. Then he rolls up one planet/character- great stats all 'round, lush and pretty but, best of all, he rolls Life-Sustaining Capabilities. Eureka! The only downside is the size for this planet, being only around 13,000km, is pretty lousy. Nothing like Jupiter or Saturn's size, and Saturn has that cool 'Asteroid Belt' defensive modification! Great for blocking attacks from in-coming enemies, but Saturn didn't get the Life-Sustaining Capabilities. To make it worse, God rolls up an ugly deformity for his planet- 'Growth: A Moon is attached to your planet.' God's too much of a powergamer to accept that his planet can be small *and* have a deformity. God doesn't have time to roll up another character before the next gaming session, however, so he decides to keep his character and secretly plots to have it killed, thus allowing him to make a new one with, hopefully, better stats.So, he rigs a few dice rolls and 'just happens' to roll up 'Split Personality: Your planet has a split personality, and will often seem peaceable at one minute, aggressive the next.' Since his planet also has 'People Habitation' he can really put this Split Personality disadvantage to good use, making them fight for conflicting causes, and really batter his planet. Then the GM buys the 'GLOBAL DISASTERS' supplement, and allows the players to use the rules from that to add to their characters, so God gives his planet 'Global Warming: This degenerative illness *will* kill the planet unless the character can somehow find a cure for it (which should be an adventure, if not an entire campaign, in itself).' Now God's done it, his character will finally die, and he can make his Ultimate Character. Of course, what God doesn't know is the GM's such a nice guy, he would *never* let a player lose his character to such a nasty affliction... :) - --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.381 / Virus Database: 214 - Release Date: 2/08/2002 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2002 07:41:29 -0400 From: BC Petery Subject: IN> Hi from a new reliever/imp/gremlin > Does this make me a newly fledged Reliever? (/Imp/Gremlin?) No, it does not. A Reliever (/Imp/Gremlin?) fledges when it changes from a Reliever (/Imp/Gremlin?) into it's new Choir (/Band/?). "I'm always right, no matter what the facts are." -Pete Pete, Demon of Misinformation http://www15.brinkster.com/ugwump/IN/index.html ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2002 07:41:32 -0400 From: BC Petery Subject: IN> The Holy Copier > On the other hand, the documentation itself > is *superb*. You should also make a note that the documentation never gets lost. Or perhaps, since the Copier's performance is so good, it has a small memory chip and can reprint the manual if the original ever gets "mislaid." I can see Marc and Novalis getting in on this. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2002 07:41:32 -0400 From: BC Petery Subject: IN> Slow in here, or just me? That's what you get when you rely on unpaid amateurs for your entertainment. "Hey! You're mean!" -Squeakers, Reliever of Flowers "Yeah. But I'm cute, so I get away with it." -MacNorma (Free Lilim) Pete, Demon of Misinformation http://www15.brinkster.com/ugwump/IN/index.html ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 09:00:48 -0400 (EDT) From: "Christopher Anthony" Subject: Re: IN> The Holy Copier BC Petery said: > You should also make a note that the documentation never gets lost. > Or perhaps, since the Copier's performance is so good, it has a > small memory chip and can reprint the manual if the original ever > gets "mislaid." Why? The manual getting lost would make for a perfectly interesting adventure involving negotiating office politics to see who's made off with it - especially if not all of the PCs are experienced with the human world. ("You can't just barge into his cubicle! You have to have a reason to be there or you'll start getting talked about around the copier!" "Fine. Dave, may I borrow your... chair?") Besides, it's not in the original design specs. - -EDG ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 16:21:45 -0400 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: Re: IN> Hi from a new reliever/imp/gremlin At 2:52 PM -0700 8/8/02, Andrew S. Ma wrote: >*waves* Hi, folks, I'm new here. ^.^ >(Please don't hurt me!) You're not posting HTML, so I won't hurt you... O:> >Does this make me a newly fledged Reliever? (/Imp/Gremlin?) If you want -- some people show up fully-fledged. Some work into it. Some of us have two aspects. };> - --Beth, arcangel@io.com / archangel@sjgames.com In Nomine Line Editor http://www.io.com/~arcangel/ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 16:34:02 -0400 (EDT) From: "Christopher Anthony" Subject: IN> The Divine Mr. Coffee The Divine Mr. Coffee Unlike the Holy Copier, *nobody's* taking credit for this one. While it's a distinct reference to Greek and Roman mythology, none of them are willing to confess to its creation; although several minions of Hell have taken credit, none of them have panned out; and, well, it *is* a direct affront to Heaven. The first Divine Mr. Coffee appeared, you see, in one of Jean's sub-laboratories, in place of an earlier espresso machine. It is the only one of its kind known to exist on any plane other than Earth, although it performs the same function as its corporeal brethren. Upon discovering its presence, Jean calmly, coolly, and collectedly threw it into the Dumpster; most of his servitors would go on the record as saying that they've never seen him so pissed off. The corporeal versions of the Divine Mr. Coffee actually look about the same as the celestial version: a black or white plastic molded coffeemaker, sitting inobtrusively in an out-of-the-way spot - or perhaps new in the box at a Lecter's or a similar store. They do about the same thing, too: each Divine Mr. Coffee produces, instead of coffee, a faintly glowing amber liquid that, over time, increases the general energy level of the drinker, and in addition tastes like the finest mead ever made. That's appropriate, considering that the liquid is nectar. Nectar has three major qualities: first, it gives the drinker 1 additional Essence the next time they would normally gain Essence (the gaining of which additional Essence is *not* restricted by Celestial Discord); second, it performs the Corporeal Song of Healing on the drinker, always succeeding with a check digit of 6; third, it relieves the drinker of *all* of the effects of fatigue (in GURPS: In Nomine, the drinker's Fatigue drops to its minimum value). These qualities are only usable once per day; further cups have the same effects as a similar quantity of coffee. This wouldn't be something that Heaven would normally be biased against, except that - in their eyes - this is an example of blatant Ethereal meddling, and should be stopped immediately. Similarly, Hell should be directly against something that helps humans like this, but they can't help but enjoy the looks on the faces of the people who encounter nectar for the first time. The Divine Mr. Coffee Modified Corporeal Song of Healing: 4/level Modified reliquary: 2/level Modified Ethereal Song of Healing: 2/level Total cost: 8/level (8/16/24/32/40/48) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 19:18:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Maurice Lane Subject: IN> Well, I'm off for a week... ... not that I've really been 'on' this week, either, but you get the idea. See you all when I get back from Pennsic. :) Moe ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 04/13/02(this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search Thousands of New Jobs http://www.hotjobs.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 07:29:31 +0100 From: "Bergeron, Robert F., DS1(SW)" Subject: RE: IN> Well, I'm off for a week... Pennsic!! I am so Jealous!! But then again, in about a week I get to visit Stonehenge DS1 - -----Original Message----- From: Maurice Lane [mailto:moelane_1999@yahoo.com] Sent: Saturday, August 10, 2002 3:18 AM To: IN List Subject: IN> Well, I'm off for a week... ... not that I've really been 'on' this week, either, but you get the idea. See you all when I get back from Pennsic. :) Moe ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 04/13/02(this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search Thousands of New Jobs http://www.hotjobs.com ------------------------------ End of in_nomine-digest V1 #2738 ********************************