Devils and Denarians: A 3 week Facility 3 event. Probably.
About Denarians:
Hidden and scattered about the streets, drains and odd corners and nooks in this Facility Three, Val has placed thirty old, Roman coins that someone with a good eye and knowledge of the currency of that time might recognize as Silver Denarians, with a portait of Caesar on either side.

These coins, rumored to be the thirty paid to Judas in exchange for his betrayal of Jesus Christ, all house powerful and deadly beings, honest-to-god Fallen Angels, imprisoned within the metal.  They have very little power while just sitting in the coins. A person walking nearby might feel a sudden curiosity, an urge to look closer, but nothing too pressing and just not enough for them to interrupt what they were doing if it were important. A person who sees one of the coins will be hit with something a little stronger, a real desire to feel the weight of it against their bare palm, rub the worn down face on the surface of the silver with their thumb. After all, finders keepers, right?

Upon touching the coin, though, the demon within, while still limited in its power, gains access to the person's mind, and is capable of speaking with them, and appearing to them, offering them a larger sample of the power they have to offer. The potential host will have a very strong need to keep the coin with them, and keep it safe. Anybody who touches a coin will get this effect, even multiple people at once could suffer the addiction... and seeing another person touching their coin is sure to cause anger and hatred in a person. For the Angel imprisoned to truly regain a measure of their power, the host has to willingly take the coin into their being, let it become one with them, whether willingly... or not.

These demons are absolute masters of persuasion, with thousands of years of experience and the full host of the subject's memories and desires at their disposal. They'll promise anything, show them visions of what they could be, and possibly even appear in their dreams as an incarnation of a loved one or a trusted mentor, and they'll specifically do it in a way to appear reasonable to their potential host.  But if all else fails, the angels will show their true natures, and resort to psychic torture, hoping to drive the hosts to take up the coin to stop the pain, or send them spiraling into insanity and take control themselves. While those Denarians with an unwilling host are weaker, since they can't call on the host's knowledge or abilities in combat, they're willing to make that sacrifice to end their imprisonment if the host is truly not willing to be convinced.

Once a person has taken in a coin, one way or another, it's hidden within their body. The only way to re-imprison a Denarian when it's been released is to separate coin from host, which is nearly always impossible to do without utterly destroying the host, since the Denarians usually hide the coin deep inside their brain, or in their heart, or amongst their other internal organs.

There are two basic types of freed Denarians: those without a willing host and those with whom the host is at least partially cooperating. Denarians who do not have a willing host will only ever appear in their demonic forms, which vary wildly from Denarian to Denarian, the only real restrictions being that they have two sets of eyes, one human looking, and one glowing and demonic, the demonic eyes appearing just above the human set. Some examples of Demon Forms can be found at the bottom of the write-up. All Denarians are capable of incredible healing, able to re-make their bodies and even re-grow lost appendages very, very quickly, though it is much harder for them to heal injuries inflicted by a Sword of the Cross (see below) or any other kind of Holy Weapon (holy water, Innocence, Hand Grenades from Antioch, Etc.) They also gain tremendous combat advantages with their demon forms, usually making them capable of holding their own and outlasting even the most powerful  opponents.

Denarians with willing hosts are far more dangerous. The Demons are capable of concealing themselves, making the host look precisely as they did before, and switching to and from their demonic forms at will, usually taking about a second to five seconds for the transformation, depending on how drastic it is. Ancient masters of guile and manipulation, they're capable of bringing far more psychological weapons to bear and will often hunt the loved ones of the host , or try to convince them to find and take up coins of their own. The host, though they may think they're simply using the demon or cooperating them, will find it incredibly difficult to follow whatever agenda of their own that they had when taking up the coin, unless it coincides with the demons' own ultimate goals. Willing host Denarians can also utilize any abilities that their hosts had before becoming Denarians, in addition to their powerful demon form.

In combat, Denarians are ferocious opponents, and without holy weaponry it takes incredible effort to bring one down, usually the complete and utter destruction of the host body is required, or managing to reach inside and free the Denarian coin from the host, at which point they'll instantly lose all the healing abilities and revert back to their human form, 99% of the time dying instantly if they weren't already completely obliterated in the battle. The coins are indestructible and will be just as potent as they were before, and many an opponent has stood victorious against a Denarian and made the mistake of touching or taking possession of the coin for themselves, later falling and becoming an even more dangerous host. This is the Denarians ultimate plan, and often they're only beaten because they see an opportunity to gain an even more powerful host.

Which brings us to the section on
The Motivations of the Denarians: The Denarians aren't mindless baddies. They're working towards several goals, roughly working together with each other, though they aren't exactly the most tight-knit team in the world. They want three things, in order of most importance:
1. Ensure that every Denarian is freed and active, and has the most powerful, willing host possible. This is mostly an individual goal, but it's not unheard of for a Denarian to beat up on and overpower a person with a coin in their possession in order for the demon within it to offer them the power to fight back, or to kidnap a person and deposit them within the grasp of another of the coins. This will be happening especially frequently if there are very few active coins.

2. Utterly destroy the Swords of the Cross, their wielders, and any other holy relics they can get their hands on.  People who have faith-based powers or holy weapons and the like may have an advantage in combat against the Denarians, but they'll find themselves and their loved ones constantly targeted by them, since they seek to unmake anything holy in the world, from any religion.

3. Spread Chaos, fear, hatred and death throughout the world. They've been imprisoned in those coins for millennia, and after a while, you just want to watch the world burn. They don't care who they're fighting, if there's nothing else pressing for a Denarian to do he'll simply go about doing generally evil, nasty stuff.

The Swords of the Cross: In and amongst the chaos of the Denarians scattered throughout the city, the rats have also been given something to combat them. The three ancient Swords of the Cross, each one with one of the three nails that allegedly were used to crucify Jesus forged into the hilt. In appearance, they are three exceptionally well made swords, each with a name etched into the blade. Amoracchius is a European style longsword, Fidellacchius a Japanese katana sword set into a cane, and Esperacchius is an elegant curved saber. The three swords will appear in exactly the right time, in exactly the right place, in order to offer themselves up to someone of exceptional faith and strength of spirit.

In keeping with the Almighty's choosing of unlikely champions, the three swords will only offer themselves to someone with little or no supernatural abilities of their own, and it will convey upon them its power and the knowledge they'll need to combat the Denarian threat. Those chosen do not necessarily need to be of the Christian religion to be chosen, they simply need to have faith, in one form or another.

The swords will amplify that faith, turning it into a shield and a weapon for good. The Swords will glow with pale blue light when wielded by those chosen, and this light will fill them and anyone nearby with bravery and courage, as well as penetrate any darkness.

The swords nullify most if not all supernatural powers used on the wielder, evening out the fight and making it more about strength and skill than power alone, and it bestows the wielder with a certain amount of skill in using the weapon. Any blow struck with one of the Swords will not heal nearly as quickly as a normal attack against one of the Denarians, and if the sword happens to pierce the host body and touch the coin, the demon will be instantly imprisoned within, and the coin will fall out of the host's body as if it was suddenly extremely hot, simply burning through their flesh as they return to human form.

While they do not entirely ward off the effects of the denarian coins, they will strengthen the wielder against their influence, and allow the coins to be collected and hidden away safely with less chance of temptation and corruption.

Destroying the Swords:  While they cannot be shattered or broken by conventional means, the swords can be destroyed. If they're ever used in anger, against an innocent, they will simply disappear from the wielder's hand, and the same goes for if they're ever captured by a Denarian in combat. A destroyed sword will re-appear to a new wielder within a day or two. Also, a wielder injured in combat or unwilling to continue their duties can willingly pass the sword along to another, if they meet the requirements to become a wielder themselves.

Examples of Demon Forms: It's encouraged for a character who's planning to take up one of the coins to invent their own creative Demon Form, and name the demon within, but below are some canon examples of Denarians for ideas of how big they generally are, what they do in terms of power, etc. Above all, the demons are incredibly varied, so players have a whole lot of freedom in designing what they'd like theirs to look like.

Ursiel: Appears in the form of a massive, nearly ten foot tall brown bear,  with a set of curling ram's horns, two rows of serrated, slime coated teeth and six legs.

Saluriel: Humanoid, but with green scales covering his skin, and his legs twined together into a long serptent's body. His normal eyes are vertically slit yellow orbs, and his mouth contains a pair of venomous fangs.

Imariel: The size of a child, but covered in an insect's chitin. it can fly with long, clear dragonfly wings, and it has the arms of a praying mantis in addition to four spindly legs sprouting from its hips.

Magog: Appears very much like a very large gorilla, probably eight hundred pounds or so, except for the tough, leathery hide and heavy claws.

Ordiel: An androgenous, naked, bald statue of obsidian, covered in a coat of shaggy feathers, its face obscured with a mass of fleshy, hanging tendrils.

Deirdre: Resembles a human female covered in red fur, with reverse-jointed legs ending in panther paws. Her hair is a mass of ten-foot long, independently moving blades.

Official list of the things Harry's taking back from the Goblin City F3 trip, stuffed in his coat, which is tied off at the ends to prevent anything falling out:

1 small puppy (Hazard Dresden)

1 block gold

1 small bag gems (both stolen from Jareth's castle and given to him by Kenzi)

2 bottles of wine (same as above. Little thief)

six chickens (deceased, plucked)

several pounds of dino-meat (pretty obviously deceased)

Some miscellaneous odds and ends such as seasonings, potatoes, mostly food or stuff he's planning to use for magic. Lucky he's got a really big coat.:)

Hey everybody! Like a lot of people, I'm extremely excited for the new combat system that's being worked out for Facility, as I think it lends a little bit more depth to the system as a whole, and makes it a good method for resolving large brawls.

However, as a longtime player of other RPGs with a more in-depth combat system, I thought just having one roll might seem a bit simple to some people, considering how drawn out and well written a lot of fight scenes are in Facility and in the canons the characters come from. If there is only two or up to a small group of combatants, and the writers want to factor in some more interesting strategy into their writing, and want to throw their characters at each other "just to see what would happen" rather than pre-writing a fight scene, consider this an alternate system to use, with the same numbers and basic foundations of the traditional fight system.

In the normal fight system, characters detail what kind of attacks they're using, and what stat, and then roll a ten-sided die (or use a random number generator or something) and add it in.

The major difference between this fight system and the other is rather than having one roll, the two (or more) combatants fight in a series of rounds. Essentially, each fighter creates a post detailing what they want their characters to attempt to do, and in parenthesis, state which stat or stats you are rolling with. If your opponent is using two different stats, such as a flying lightning bolt ninja kick (energy/physical) then average them together and get one number. If electroninja had a physical level of 5 but an energy level of 7, he'd roll that round at a 6.

For example:

Harry dances back, trying to keep the distance between himself and his opponent, shooting fire out of his staff whenever the opportunity presented itself.

[Stat: energy, 8. Roll: 6]

On subsequent rounds of combat, players include the outcome of the previous round in their tag.

Damage

At the end of each round, the combatants compare their totals, and subtract the difference from the loser's Constitution stat. When a fighter's constitution is reduced to 0, they are considered either unconscious or otherwise at the mercy at their opponent, and are out of the fight. If it is reduced below 0, they are dead. if they want, the winner my choose to pull the "final blow" that would reduce the loser's constitution to below 0, to knock them out of the fight rather than killing them.

Optional rule: consequence

Once per fight, rather than taking damage as normal, the loser of a round of combat may choose to take a "consequence" rather than straight points of damage. This could be a broken leg, a severed appendage, or a dizzying head injury that reduces the character's combat effectiveness. This is to avoid fights ending too quickly because of one lucky blow. Rather than causing con damage, the player who takes the consequence must either halve a stat (which is above five), rounding down, or reduce a stat to 0 (below five, which is not already 0).

Brains over Brawn

When a fighter wishes to outmaneuver an opponent rather than fighting them head-on, they may use their intelligence stat rather than one of their combat stats during a round. The player may average this with a different stats, for instance if a magician used an illusion to confuse an opponent, it would count as energy/intelligence.  If they win the round, rather than dealing damage, they are considered to have outwitted their opponent. Next round, they may decide which stat their opponent rolls, and they receive an automatic +1 to their own roll. Alternately, if a player wins a round rolling with their intelligence, they have an option to escape the fight rather than continue.

Conclusions:

I'm hoping people will see this as an interesting option for determining the outcomes of fights rather than pre-rolling for all of them. Action-packed fight scenes are often pretty fun to write, and above all else, please make sure to treat this as a tool to help your writing rather than a set of absolute rules to be followed. Rolling is handled by the honor system, of course. Keep in mind that cheaters are lame. I guess that's about all I've got to say. if there's anything you'd like clarified, or suggested tweaks, feel free to comment below!

Cheers!

Scott

OOC: Howdy folks, this is the requisite "how am I doing?" thread. Post here to comment on how I'm playing my character!

OOC Information:
Name: Scott
Age: 19
AIM: Scott Mechler. I don't have a fancy username or anything... Hopefully that's enough for you guys to find me. Brand new account, so I'll learn as I go!
MSN: Don't have this one.
Y!M: Never heard of this one.
E-MAIL: scott_mechler@yahoo.com (notice how creative all my usernames are.)

IC Information:
Name: Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden
Fandom: The Dresden Files
Timeline:Just after the events of the latest book, Changes
Age: 30 (which is the general consensus of the fandom. Doesn't actually have an official birthdate)

Appearance: Harry is tall and lanky, with a runner's lean build. His hair is dark, and usually short, cropped close or scorched, as often happens. His eyes are brown, and always open, roving over his surroundings with the air of one who's used to knowing what's going on, and his place in all of it. His left hand appears badly burned, a mass of scar tissue with very limited functionality. He is always wearing a battered silver pentacle amulet, the only thing left to him by his mother. The clothes he awoke in are tattered and wet, as well as badly stained with blood, mud and other fluids not generally found soaked in fabric, though some of this has been washed off by all the foul-smelling lake water. There is a hole in his shirt, just above his heart, to match the one in his chest.

Abilities: Harry Dresden is a wizard, and he is the only wizard who you'll find listed in the yellow pages. He finds lost people, lost things, in ways that a normal human would find impossible. Harry is, in his own universe, powerful enough to be considered a full fledged member of the white council, the underground group of human wizards which has been in place for centuries, or longer. His abilities center around control of the classical elements, specializing in fire and air. This is greatly aided by the use of his magical foci (which he will not have), a staff and short "blasting rod". Harry is best at magic that makes a whole lot happen at once, without a whole lot of control, reflecting his general "leap first look later" approach to life.

While explosions and blazes are commonplace, Harry does know some fiddlier, more complex workings of magic, centered around rituals, such as veils, tracking spells, etc. He can make his amulet shine with a blue light, which will pierce even magical darkness and lift his spirits.

A side effect of magic that pops up often is the predisposition of magic towards technology, that of blatant opposition. Harry, at the height of his power, can't operate anything more complex than a rotary phone or an extremely old car. Anything else tends to malfunction, short circuit, or explode, depending on proximity and the amount of magic he's actively using.

Personality: Harry is a sarcastic wiseass with his heart in the right place. Harry will always pepper his conversations with witty (in his opinion) comments and quips. He is, however, a friendly person at heart, and is extremely loyal to those who he trusts. Harry has many old fashioned chivalrous mannerisms, generally around women, and finds it extremely difficult to refuse something that a person of the female persuasion asks him, a trait which generally does nothing but get him in trouble.

Harry is protective if bewildered by children, and generally reacts in an unnerved head-patty way around them. Harry does not abide evil, and his moral compass is very strong. Harry has committed many things that are technically criminal, but if he sees something as wrong, he will not partake. Finally, and possibly most importantly, Harry is a detective. He finds things out, he thinks, he assembles clues, and put into a situation he does not understand, he will do just this.

History: Harry was named after Harry Houdini, a remnant of his stage magician father. Both his parents are dead, and he only remembers his father, a friendly if distant man who didn't really know what to do with a young child. The only thing he has of his mother are a silver pentacle amulet, and every predisposition towards true magic that he has. His only living relative is Thomas Raith, a white court vampire (easily thought of as a "twilight vampire".), his half-brother (mother's side).

At the age of 13, his magical talents were discovered by Justin Dumorne, an outlaw wizard, who took him in for training, along with another apprentice, Elaine. Elaine was the same age as Harry, and they hit puberty together... Hard. Elaine was Harry's first... Well. First something. At the age of 16, Harry's moral compass got the better of him, and when Justin's less than moral activities came to his knowledge, the two clashed, and Harry killed Justin, setting his entire mansion ablaze in the process. Elaine disappeared, and Harry believed that Justin had killed her.

Harry was brought before the white council for murder, but before he was to be executed, he was taken as an apprentice by one of the senior members, Ebenezar Mccoy. The council punished Harry with the metaphorical Sword of Damocles, a kind of probation for magic users. Any breaking of the council's laws, no matter how minor, would result in summary execution. The Sword was rescinded years later.

For five more years Harry was apprentice to McCoy, until he was declared a fully-fledged wizard, and he wound up in the closest city, Chicago, with little money, and no job. Harry set up a detective agency, advertizing as a wizard. That did tend to attract the crazier clients, but for every delusional nut he had to convince that they were dealing with nothing, there was a legitimate, often paranormal, problem that would not have been dealt with otherwise.

Shortly after setting up in Chicago, he was contacted by Karrin Murphy, a member of the Chicago police force Special Investigations. SI got the weird, cold, and unpopular cases, and Harry was called in to consult on one of the former, a murder case. Two people, their hearts destroyed in their chests, resulting from black magic. Harry solved the case, bringing down a dangerous dark wizard, and thoroughly amazed Murphy and the SI department, though they didn't quite buy into the whole magical scene. It was on this case that Harry met another of his closest friends, Michael Carpenter, a Knight of the Cross, dedicated to service of the Almighty, wielder of one of three sacred blades. From then on, Harry's reputation grew, and so did his power. He fought a dangerous, out of control werewolf, befriending a group of teenaged wolf-shapeshifters along the way who became one of his go-to people for help in his cases.

He met Susan, an investigative reporter for a tabloid magazine. Her plying him for stories became plying for... other things, and they fell into a kind of sputtering romance. Harry brought her too close to the world of magic, and eventually, she fell into a trap he couldn't get her out of, and she was bitten by one of the red court, vampires who impart a terrible addiction to blood in their victims. A victim does not become a true vampire until they feed, killing their first victim, so Susan remained herself, living in withdrawal, but things could never be the same between them.

As the months passed, he made friends and a lot of enemies, notably the winter court of faerie, the red court of vampires, and the white council. He started a war between the council and the red court, and the conflict escalated, bringing people he was far, far too close to into a war too big for him. His home was destroyed, people close to him put in harm's way, and everything Harry had built for himself in Chicago began to fall apart. He was given an opportunity to end the war, once and for all, by exactly the wrong people. Queen Mab, of the white court of faerie, offered to give Harry the power he needed, in exchange for a devil's contract: service until death as a knight of the winter court. Obeying any command, forsaking all humanity.

Harry had no choice but to accept, and along with his friends, attacked the red court at the center of their power. The red court was preparing a curse that would send deadly waves of power down Harry's family line, starting with him, and exterminating anyone with a blood link to him, including the entirety of the white court of wizardry, because of their entry rituals involving blood. Susan returned, still resisting the vampires' curse, but having learned to use some of the power granted to her by the curse. She went to battle alongside Harry, but atop the altar where the ritual was to take place, she succumbed to her hunger, tearing into the throat of a guard of the vampire lord. Harry found himself with the ritual knife in his hand for an instant, the youngest member of the red court in front of him.
He ended a war. He utterly destroyed every trace of an ancient evil. He went against everything he believed in. He used the knife.

Just hours later, staying on his half-brother's boat, Harry stood on the deck, looking out over the lake. He pulled off his coat, beginning to change out of his clothes, filthy from the battle. A massive force hit him in the chest, and the world spun. Blood spattered on the wall behind him, and spilled out into the water. Harry hit the water, and blackness enveloped him.


Roleplay Sample - Log: Harry stared at the clean white wall, uncomprehending. His fingers toyed with the hole in his shirt again, sliding gingerly over the flesh beneath, impossibly smooth and new. What had happened, he couldn't say, but he knew one thing. He would find out.

The well worn circle he'd scratched into the floor stared back up at him, like a mouth gaping in confusion or terror. He got up, for the umpteenth time, and carefully threaded a single hair he'd picked up from a table in the cafeteria into his pentacle amulet. A simple tracking spell, something he'd done a thousand times before.

He didn't know who he was tracking, nor did he care. He just wanted something measurable, some hint. He sat down in the circle, and struggled to draw energy inward. He could almost feel the collar sapping at him, like trying to fill a bucket of water using a bucket with a hole in the bottom. He grimaced and fought through it, struggling to overpower whatever it was in that damned collar, pouring his focus into the hair, and the person it was attached to. Now, if this was any other tracking spell, on any other day, the amulet would swing towards the person, like a magnet.

Of course, just like it had the last dozen or so times, it spun wildly, gyrating like a top until Harry's concentration was broken by the goddamn machine. A strident voice, slightly muffled by the two pillows he'd piled on top of the thing shouted something about being covered in snow.

"Hells bells." growled Harry as the pentacle dangled, limp.

He took out the hair, and tucked it into his pocket. Never know when that'll come in handy. He put the necklace back on, and scowled at the piled up pillows for a few seconds before withdrawing the hated communicator.

Not hours earlier, if he'd dared to touch something this expensive, sleek and technological looking, it would have sparked and exploded without a second thought. Harry thought the machine seemed smug about its resilience to magical energies, and he already hated the thing's annoying habit of cutting to unrelated videos of the bewildering range of inhabitants of this weird place. A blond man was flailing about, yelling about snow on all his mountains, whatever that meant. "Alfred F. Jones" the screen read at the bottom.

"You know how you could be improved?" Harry said to the machine, "An off switch. A manual. Batteries."

He looked around. Still no gleaming white hammer that had escaped his attention.
He poked his head out the door of his room. The other people in the hallway seemed entirely occupied in their own conversations. He checked the corners of the room for cameras again. Still none he could see. He could only assume that any kind of hidden camera wouldn't explode, just like the funny little gadget/communicator thing. Harry wished fervently that his experiences with technology weren't limited to a rotary phone in his apartment and the extremely simple controls of his late VW bug (RIP, blue beetle, he added sadly in his head.) and that he knew some way to control this thing.

Harry narrowed his eyes, gathered as much energy as he could muster, and directed it at the technology in a wave of mojo that would have caused the customers of an entire apple store to burst into tears as their precious devices exploded into sparks. The little machine fizzled a little bit.

"Ha! Avaunt, beast!" harry smiled grimly.

It cut to another segment of video footage.

"No, silly. You stack up the sand like this. See? You try it!" A different teenager with an extremely improbable haircut was apparently running an instructional course on remedial sandcastles.

Back to the pillows, then.

Harry supposed it was time for a breath of fresh air. And a shower, if one was to be had. For the first time in hours, he ducked out of the low doorway to his room, blinking his eyes again at the harsh light on the white walls.

Roleplay Sample - Journal: Hey. Alright, I made the little keys work. This thing is way too small.

So.

Stardate 40100, location unknown.

I am still an incredible nerd. Can other people read this? I can see other people's stuff, so... Yep. Star Quest references are great first impressions.

Well, if you can read this, where the heck do I start? How about "where?" that's a good place, yeah? Where the heck is this? How did I get here? Is there some kind of madman barber running around who gets your hair to do that, or is that a side effect of this place?

Oh. So I should introduce myself, I guess, running with the assumption that all you people can work this wonderful piece of technology without getting frustrated every three seconds. Is there an extended warranty on this thing? cause it's got a dent. I "dropped" it. Against my wall.

Introductions, before I get distracted again. I'm Harry Dresden. I have middle names, but you might all be faeries or demons or something, so don't expect any of that. I'm a professional wizard. Missing persons, things, problems solved, paranormal investigations investigated, no endless purses, love potions, or other entertainment. I don't do parties. It's all in the yellow pages, if you can find them. If there's anything here that isn't white, that is.

I'm kind of a detective, back home, which is Chicago. I guess I don't really know anyone here, too well, so I'm kind of... assuming you know about what I'm talking about. If not, it's a big city. I like it, but it can be rough. I'm there to help people out with that rough part, especially when it comes from places people don't usually expect it, or believe in.

I guess I'm here, for the time being, because there doesn't seem to be any exits, or swirling portals, or anything, and I can't get a clean fix on this place. If anyone's got answers, hunches, or a working shower, I'd appreciate it.
Harry

This game includes horrible mental and physical torture of your character. After reading the rules/faq for clarification, how do you expect your character to handle this and continue to function? Harry's been in and around the station for two and a half years. Besides being far tougher physically than he was when he left home because of it, he's collected a group of people around him that he cares for more than many people care for their family. As long as his friends are out there....Harry will cope. He's made that promise and he intends to keep it-he's not going anywhere.

Questions? Comments? Crazed statements? Those go here

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I promise not to post OOC stuff in the main comm forget to title my post put two posts one right after another and misunderstand how the userpic system works this time around?