P R A Y   F O R   T H E   P R E Y
A ROLE PLAYING CAMPAIGN

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

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?”