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GREAT QUOTES
(Also posted on the Famous Role Playing Lines )


JANUARY 26th
Finishing with another PC...
G.M.:  "Okay, back to Maller--"
Maller:  "--I shoot the Alien!  ...ohh....sorry..."

Smythe:  "There's not much I can do against a Queen."
Maller:  "Synchronized bladder release with Holland?"

G.M.:  "Okay, who's in back?"
Maller:  "Hammerson and Erickson--wait....WHY?!"

OcDugal attempts the litmus test on an NPC.  In front of the group...
OcDugal:  "Lick this..."
<Positive>
OcDugal tries the test again...positive...BLAMM.  He shoots the PC square in the head...  Everyone sees this, including a new group of NPCs that don't know why this occured.  He approaches the first person of this new group...
OcDugal:  "Lick this..."  <Click...cocks the hammer on his gun>
NPC:  "No way in fucking hell."

G.M.:  "An alien drops from a vent!"
Maller (bored at the cliche'):  "Yeah, Yeah, Shoot it..."

JANUARY 23rd
The Doctor presents the other PCs with a litmus test to see if they are infected with an alien virus...
Maller:  "Go see the Doc and lick what he tells you."
OcDugal:  "Captain Smythe?"
Smythe:  "I lick pulp..."

Smythe:  "Oh My god!  I'm a clueless loser!"

OcDugal:  "When Grey died, the explosion took out the air scrubbers..."
Maller:  "She's not the one who thought it would be fun to feed the alien blood."


G.M.:  "
You hear gunfire over the radio coming from the medbay."
Maller:  "I leave a Sargeant-sized hole in the air."

<Aliens have taken over Anchorpoint...which includes a mall>
G.M.:  "The alien pushes down some of the aisles, trying to get to you.  It's still inside inside Radio Shack...Talk about pushy salesman."
Maller:  "I toss a couple grenades in as I leave...The products will be about the same quality..."

Edlund:  "Doc...Doc...Please...For the love of Christ, please don't play with mother nature."

G.M.:  The Queen can't move.  Its large and right in front of you.  It has a base DC to hit of 5."
Maller:  "I offload on it...full 60 round burst."  <rolls....critical fails>.  "sigh...12..."
G.M.:  "Okay...You hit it seven times...even still...you should be ashamed of yourself."

G.M.:  "Roll against your consitution.  Tell me what you get."
OcDugal:  
"7..."
G.M.:  "Thanks..."  (The GM rolls)
Maller:  What you rolling?
G.M.:  "For the NPCs..."
Maller (eyes perk up):  "Oooooooo, that's the infection roll isn't it?!"

G.M.:  "Okay, you see the alien virus taking over the blood sample at an alarming rate."
OcDugal:  "Oooooohhhh!!!"
Maller:  "You should not be happy..."


<continuing the conversation from last week on the smell of a gas that escape from an alien egg.>
Smythe:  "Well, actually, it might be important what the gas smells like...to a scientist."
G.M.:  "Which you aint!  Me telling you it smells like almonds doesn't fucking help you very much!"
Smythe:  "But you can tell a lot from just a smell."

G.M.:  "Okay...you take a whiff and go...Hmm....this smells like an alien virus."


JANUARY 15th
Smythe:  "And where is Sutton located" <flipping through sheets>
Maller:  "He's listed under his dead wife..." 
OcDugal:  
"Makes you wonder if he spends a lot of time UNDER his dead wife..."
<long pause....Maller shakes his head>
Maller:  "You are a sick man..."

GM:  "The alien egg opens up...and then...pfffft...<GM flaps his lips to imitate escaped gasses>
Smythe:  "Great, we hatched a fart."
<LATER>
Smythe:
 "I wonder what it smells like?"
GM:  "Does it fucking matter?!"

GM:  "Okay roll Intellgence...."
OcDugal :  "14..."
GM:  "Okay...Special Abilities?"
Maller:  "You have Perfect Pitch?"
OcDugal:  
"Nooo...I have Ambidexterity, High Pain Threshold..."
GM:  "Disandvantages?"
OcDugal : "Hearing Loss--"
GM:  
"Hearing Loss?"
OcDugal:  "Yeah?"
GM:  "Okay...forget about the roll then."
<Maller Smiles>
Maller:  "That was a listening roll you needed to make and you didn't even get to make it!"

<OcDugal has been experimenting on the aliens, finally, it appears the experiment is a failure>
OcDugal :  "I am so dissaponted...I was so ready.  I so badly wanted to say, Oh my God!  What have I done?"
<Later when the experiment breaks loose and aliens escape into the population...>

<The GM prompts OcDugal...who looks confused.  The group looks at OcDugal...the GM waves a hand to prompt OcDugal again...>

OcDugal:  "
Ohhh..." <Totally deadpan>  "Ahem.  Oh my god.  What have I done?"


GM:  
"You see, the word "shit" to a doctor may not mean shit...they may be meaning poly-dichloric-uephemal...Its a kind of egghead Ebonics"

Smythe:
 "Can we blow out the BioSpaceLab from the rest of the station?
GM:  "Not without cutting a quarter of the station off with it..."
Maller:  "So we can do it then."

OcDugal:  "The critical brothers do it again!"

Maller:  "Two graves, a small one that says RIP and a bigger one that says RHIP..."
<Totally blank looks from the GM and Smythe>
Maller:  "Rank Has Its Privileges."


DECEMBER 18th


OcDugal:  
"Did your two faceless Marines just both role critical successes?"
G.M.:  "Crap, I'm gonna have to make up names for these guys now aren't I?"
<later>
G.M.:  "Okay, Privates Blake and Hammerson follow you..."
Maller:  
"Ah, do good, and you shall be blessed with names."

G.M.:  "And "he" enters."
<Pointing to Captain Smythe, the new PC that has just joined...>
Maller:  "Yes, time to break into character flawlessly!"

Prostitute (to Crowe):  "Your check better not bounce....or we won't..."

GM (To Maller on Shoreleave):  "So you have an idea where you are going?"
Maller:  "I assume I know where I am going...or else I am at the beach."

Maller leaves to test new weapons at the lab...
OcDugal: "You gonna bring us anything?"
Maller:
 Yeah, I'll see if I can fit anything in my pockets..."
GM:  "Is that a Mark 2 Smart Gun in your pocket or are you really, really, really, really happy to see me?"

Leaving OcDugal on a cliffhanger....
G.M.:  Cut to Maller back at the weapons lab..."
MALLER:
 "Yes, cut to Maller.... FOOOOSSSSHHH!   Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!  WHUMP!!!  Ooooooooooh!!!"


DECEMBER 11th
G.M.:  "Am I that predictable?"
Maller:  "No, but sometime, eventually, Crowe has to plummet..."

Crowe:  
"Maller?  Who the fuck is Spears?"  

Maller:  "Don't ask..."
Crowe & OcDugal (Simultaneosly, same tone):  "Maller?  Who the fuck is Spears?"
Maller:  "We had an altercation."
OcDugal:  "Did you hit him?

GM (reffering to Crowe):  "He's drinking coffee..."
OcDugal:  "More like chewing..."

NOVEMBER 26th

Maller:  "You gave him gears and a shovel...of COURSE he's going to to put them together!"

Maller:  "Did you hear that ship last night?"
Crowe (moaning from his injuries):  "No, I was listening to my arteries knit back together..."

Maller:  "The one with the heightened hearing and acute eyesight falls asleep..."

GM (to Crowe):  "Okay, you have a chance for one more computer roll..."
Maller:  
"If you waste your last roll surfing for porn, I'm going to kill you."

Maller:  "If you stab me, I won't take it well..."

Crowe:  "I lead by example.  Look here (when injured), I GO TO THE MEDICAL BAY.  Don't get it?  Let's do it again!"
Maller:  "You're an example for us all..."

OcDugal:  "I can get you to the hospital.  Simply eat your own shit, it will get you so sick, you will puke and they will take you to the hospital..."
Crowe (dumbfounded):  "I...HATE...MY...FUCKING...Anyone want to fill in the blank?!"
<Later>
OcDugal:  "Hey, its not easy to get up there...a broken ankle won't cut it..."
Crowe:  "My metal pipe is saying I am NOT going to eat SHIT!"

GM (to Crowe in regards to the prison guards that have already sent him to the hospital once):  "If they think for one second you are faking your illness, they are going to kick your ass..."
Maller:  "...S'more..."


NOVEMBER 20th
Crowe:  "They’re out of our scanning range…so I’m sure they can tell what color our teeth are.”
Maller:  “Paranoid much?”

A female commando NPC makes an engineering roll...
GM:  “I just rolled critical success…”
Maller:  “I’m glad she’s not currently trying to kick my ass right now…”

GM:  “Roll…”
Crowe:  “12” (bad)
GM (in character)-Clarke:  “Jeez…on second thought, don’t help me.”
Crowe:  “That’s what I said.”

Clarke:  “Well, here's data...try not to lose it.  Maybe you should hide on your body somewhere where no one could find it...”
Crowe throws and evil stare at Clarke--the same NPC who stole the last data disc from him...
Clarke:  “Yeah, I’ll shut up...”
Crowe nods in agreenment.

Crowe:  “For once, I am not the first one to fall…(fingers the sky)...FUCK YOU FATE!”

OcDgual:  “It’s the Uber-cadets from Alexandria”

GM:  “You have High-Pain Threshold?”
Crowe:  “No, fuck you, I have Perfect Pitch!”

Now prisoners, Crowe falls after defeating a guard from a stitch round in the back.  Crowe falls bleeding…
Crowe:   “I’m down to negative nine.”
OcDugal (uncaring):   “How’s the guard?”

Crowe:  “Excuse me, I’m dying…”
Maller:  “We’re busy having a spat, don’t mind us?”

OCTOBER 8th
Lang:  
"They had me sir.  I should be dead..."
Maller:  "They are sending a message."
Crowe:  "Dammit!  Next time, I want a stripper-gram!"

After Crowe fired a warning shot past her face, Elisa Clarke barely misses OcDugal firing a Plasma Cannon...
Elisa:  "What the fuck are you doing?!"
OcDugal:  "...Reloading..."

On the radio with Elisa after she blew up a military vehicle she was driving...
OcDugal (Deadpan):  "That was a lame ass explosion..."

Edgington (over the radio to Crowe):
 "So who's responsible for this?"
Crowe:  "The Obladon"
Logan:  "Oblagon"
Crowe:  "Oglagon"
Logan:  "Oblagon!"
Crowe:  "Oblakan"
Logan:  "OBLAGON!"
Maller and OcDugal:  "OBLAGON!"


SEPTEMBER 18th
Maller realizes he may have to jump from an APC roof to a truck rear end at 70 mph
Crowe:
  "Can you keep track of the truck?"
Maller :  "That's Sutton's job.  I've got to go be stupid.  Seeya."

Rawlings:  "What are we fighting for?
Zagadka:  "Nude Arcades...
Maller:  "...The right to exploit women..."

SEPTEMBER 7th
Crowe (telling a report to the other PCs):  ...That is basically it...
Maller (out of character):  "Tell us about the trash...that is the clue we need..."

OcDugal:  "Why don't we fly the dropship in to draw their fire and the Deterrant can swoop in and take out the Ion Cannon..."
Crowe:  "The Deterrent should be able to take one shot.  Plus we would just send a missile.  Long range, get their attention and use that as a diversion."
Maller:  "Hey, how about we talk our way in?"

AUGUST 20th
GM:  "This guy just screamed at an alien and the alien flinched..."
Maller:  
"Yeah it went, Aaaaghhh!!!  Crazy Irishman!!"


Crowe:  "You Marine pussies..."
<pause>
Maller:
 "I test the new range on my grenade launcher..."

<Ocdugal is cocooned in an alien Hive>
OcDugal:  
"I'm being mollested..."


AUGUST 14th
Crowe:  "Let me make this perfectly clear.  Not my fuckin' fault."
Maller:  "Yay, you."

OcDugal:  "Sir, here's my list of requested parts, sir!"
(Maller read it over...there is one item)
Crowe:  "
What the FUCK do you need a Synthetic brain for!"

GM (to Crowe):  "What are you doing?"
Crowe (pointing to Maller):  Mansturbating in his sock drawer."
Maller:  "Shows what you know, I don't have a sock drawer."

OcDugall makes fun of the common things the PCs say...
OcDugal (to himself):  I'll rig something!  (To Maller) I know a guy!  (to Crowe) Not my fucking fault!"

Crowe:  Maller, bend over, I want to try the new rifle."
Maller:  "...As the lieutenant snaps..."

Crowe (to Maller):  
Seargeant, next time, capture an alien alive so I can test what sounds annoy them..."
(Long pause)
Another Marine:
 "Go to hell."

Maller:  
"By the way, I'm going to each of my men and go, psst! Are you a spy?!"

Crowe (in a letter to his sister):   "Dear sis.  Not dead yet.  Have a nice day."

Maller:  "What we got to do is get you an alien skull and blow through it so you can mimic their call..."

Crowe:  "Worst Fucking movie EVER!!"

JULY 18th
Maller (to Crowe):  " So...in a way...you are kind of GrantCorp's bitch"
OcDugal:  "You corporate whore!"
Crowe:  "Marines....Kill OcDugal..."

Crowe:  "I say kill everyone."
Maller:  "Let's try subtle.  Can you do sublte?"

Crowe:  "I broke into Weyland-Yutani HQ and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt"

Maller:  "Okay, you are going in behind a facemask..."

Crowe:  "Got any antacid?"
OcDugal (carefully hands Crowe a vial):  "Drink this and don't jump for two hours..."

GM:  "You can pretty much have a computer do whatever ther fuck you want it to."
Crowe:  "I can throw it...it becomes a club..."
Maller:  "Okay...but can you make it say, "Hello World..."?"

Maller (to GM reffering to an NPC):  "If I have confidence then I give him a pistol...<long pause>...When we're OFF the ship AND in COMBAT."

Edgington:  "You guys going to Hilo?  What are your intentions?"
OcDugal <smirking>:  "To date your daughter..."
Edgington:  "She's 5 years old and if you look at her strange, I'll shove an umbrella up your ass and open it..."

Crowe:  "Hmm, what?"
Maller:  "While you were staring off into space, OcDugal had an idea."

<A spacecraft is about to crash into the building the PCs are in>
GM <to Crowe>:  "Okay, dodge roll."
Maller <To Crowe)>:  "Hell with that!   Make a run like a scared little bitch roll "!"

JUNE 20th
Edgington:  "What part of low profile don't you understand?"
Maller:  "Well, pretty much all the witnesses are dead.  The space station crashed into a planet; we nuked the Wasp (bad guy ship); the Wasp killed the other people.  About the only people who remember us are a couple of hookers."

Crowe:  "How long to repair the ship?"
Engineer:  "Which one?"
Maller:  "The one with the gapping HOLES in it!"

Crowe:  "You can't blame me for this....the two-stroke dildo...fully accept responsibility."

MAY 12th, 2002
GM (to Maller):  " You are groggy so just talk normal and ocassionally say. uhh."
Maller:  "So no change from my regular speech patterns, then?"

Dawn (Doctor):  "I fancy myself an artist...by the way, I signed your heart..."

Crowe:  "Yeah I guess not much time has passed since this all started."
Maller:  "Oh no.  Things rapidly went to hell almost immediatly."

GM:  "Xenobiology roll?"
Dr. OcDugal:  "Twelve" (a critical failure)
GM:  "Okay, the Alien seems to be made out of peanut butter."

MAY 2nd. 2002
Westlake:  "Doc, can we avoid any surgical proceedings that include the word "Crack" and "Break"?"

Crowe (over the intercom):  "Everyone to the Mess Hall Hall for cookies and cake to celebrate the release of our crew members from quarantine except for Griffon, of course, who me be infected and die...Have a nice day!"
Maller:  "Subtle."

Dr. Ocdugal:  "I've discovered this creature's blood is an extremely powerful molecular acid..."
<Maller lays on a medbay bed with major acid burns across his chest...a long pause...>
Maller (with a sigh):  "That helps a lot, Doc.  Thanks..."

APRIL 29th, 2002
Maller:  "If I get killed, I don't really care what happens to anyone else."

Logan:  "After getting shot 16 times, you lose your sense of humor."

Maller:  "I'm going to stop talking tech and go shoot something."

On an Ice World...
Crowe:  "I wish we had Gillie Suits."
Maller:  "They work in this environment?"
Crowe:  "Adapt to any background..."
GM:  "LOOK, I'm am mogul!"

Crowe and Tara are in an alien spacecraft, hanging off a cliff...
Crowe: " Tara, I want you on Motion, tell me anything that moves."
At that point, a large vehicle drives off the cliff and plummets down towards them...
Tara:  "Does that count?"
Crowe looks up...he sighs...
Crowe:  "I hate my life..."
 

MARCH 31st, 2002

Crowe:  “So if we do a mission on a rim-planet…would you call that a ‘rim job’?”

The next nine quotes all arose when the PCs and a few NPCs went into a Brothel to acquire some information.
Crowe decided to make the most of it and made sure the other PCs did as well...

GM:  “You see a variety of sexual machines across the wall.”
Crowe:  “I wonder what I could do these machines…?”
GM:  “Great, a two-stroke dildo.”

Crowe:  “Did you learn anything?”
Lang:  “From my view, not so much.”
Crowe:  “About the mission?”
Lang:  “There’s a mission?”

(Lang opens the door)
Lang:  “Sir I don’t think I can do this.”
Crowe (PC):   “I leave my girl spinning around.”
Lang:  “What the hell are you two doing in there?!”

Crowe:  “How am I doing by the way?”
GM:  “What’s your Dex?”
Crowe:  “7”
GM:  “Stamina?”
Crowe:  “60”
GM:  “I think you’ve broken her…”

Maller:  “How is Terry, by the way?”
GM:  “Oh, he’s amusing himself.”
Crowe:  “Good—“
GM:  “Not that way.”

GM:  “You hear two loud thumps.”
Crowe:  “Cool.”
(…pause…)
GM:  “Your balls don’t count…I’m talking about the door.”

Crowe (trying not to laugh):  “Don’t worry, man, go in there and have fun.  I am sure the Sergeant won’t bust your balls.”
Lang:  “I certainly hope not cause they’ll need time to recover”

Crowe:  “Is she okay?”
GM:  “Crowe, your girl is out.”

Somerville:  "What happened on Pandora?
Maller:  “It’s all Crowe’s fault.”
Crowe:  “Hey the brothel paid off…we got the information we needed.”
Rawlings:  “It just took you 6 hours to get it…”
Hudson:  “Suffice to say, shore leave is cancelled.”

Maller (PC):  “This is the most interesting session I have ever sat in…”:
GM:  “I am going to hell for this, I am sure of it.”

Crowe:  “I’ll work on the Dropship, get the engine up to spec, lube it up.”
Lang:  “Miss the brothel, do you?”
Crowe:  “Not THAT type of lubricant!”

Crowe:  Lets put it to a vote…who would want to officially rename the cat “bait”?

Crowe (to Hudson):  “They had you in a prison camp to?
Maller:  “Yeah, they had her dressed in lavender.  It was horrible.”

GM:  “Roll to hit.”
(Rolls…)
Crowe:  “34”
GM:  “Holy shit…okay…you hit ten times.”
(Damage… )
Crowe:  “45.”
GM:  “okay…one guy is creamed.  You literally blow off limbs…another fires at you.  Roll to dodge…”
(Rolls…)
Crowe:  “I’m screwed…4”
GM:  “Okay…You’re hit ten times…”
Crowe (Tto the other PCs):  “Nice knowing you guys!”

(Six marines train their guns on the smugglers…)
Maller:  “Where’s Thomas Burns?”
Smuggler:  “Umm…he’s in the mess…making soup.”
Maller (lowers the gun):  “Oooh…Soup!”

GM:  “They have ECM and ECCM?”
Crowe:  “Do they have ECCCM or ECCCCM?”
GM:  “…Quiet you?”